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Busy, lost, and woodworking

It has been quite awhile since I have posted on my blog, basically I have been lost. I barely made it through December due to migraines, which just seemed to blend each day together. My activity on social media came to a standstill, very little Twittering, Instagram, Facebook, and blogging, well no activity there.  The daily news was depressing, so I even ignored it. Did I find it difficult cutting back? Not at all.

During this time I have been busy with life, enjoying woodworking immensely, and yoga. In December, I finished painting the life-size Nutcracker our eldest daughter gave me. It was positioned in the front window, then after Christmas was moved upstairs to the bedroom window. I had really wanted to have it grace the front porch, but I was vetoed by my husband, and son. I think manly because I had wanted them to bolt the base to the porch. Oh well, it look fabulous in the window.

Life-size Nutcracker_unpainted

Life-size Nutcracker_unpainted

Painted Nutcracker

Painted Nutcracker

Nutcracker in the window

Nutcracker in the upstairs window until next Christmas

For Christmas I also made two new wreaths for the front and back doors.

Back door wreath

Back door wreath

wreath front door

Wreath front door

In January we celebrated Bear’s 6th birthday; this means a hat, and a peanut butter sandwich.

Bear's 6th Birthday

Bear’s 6th Birthday

Woodworking has also kept me quite busy. During the past few months, I’ve completed the construction of a bedside table for my husband, and two new dog dish stands for Bear and Cocoa.

Bedside table

Bedside table

Bear enjoying his new dog dish stand

Bear enjoying his new dog dish stand

Side view of dog dish

Side view of dog dish

My latest project is a cribbage board for middle child. She had asked me to make one for her, so that she can teach her boyfriend to play.  For the board I cut, planed, and joined together walnut and pine (sadly I did not enough walnut for an entire board). Next, I used the band-saw to make the top curve, then I routered the top edge, and bottom. I  printed out a template for the holes. Using an awl, I punched a hole so the drill would be able to grab, and drill down. Two hundred holes were quite easy to do, it was just very time-consuming, but with persistence I was able to drill all 200 in two and a half hours.

Cribbage board before shaping

Cribbage board before shaping

Cribbage board after shaping

Cribbage board after shaping

Top sides of cribbage board

Top sides of cribbage board

Bottom of cribbage board

Bottom of cribbage board

Cribbage board_face

Cribbage board_face

Since I did not create a slot on the bottom of the cribbage board for the pegs, I am constructing a base for it to sit on. The base will have a place for the cards, and the pegs. It will be attached to the top with magnets and a wooden dowel, so it can swivel. I should have this completed in my next class, then it is just sanding, any touch-ups needed, and finally staining.

Until next time…

Bayfront park January 2018

Bayfront park January 2018

Our trash can turkey for Thanksgiving 2015

For the past few years we have been baking our Thanksgiving turkey in a trash can. Sounds weird and WTF, right? Here it is in pictures:

Basted turkey

The turkey has been basted and is ready to be baked.

The turkey has been placed in a wire contraption my husband made out of clothes hangers. This will enable the turkey to be hung on the stake.

The turkey has been placed in a wire contraption my husband made out of clothes hangers. This will enable the turkey to be hung on the stake.

The turkey is hung and being watched by our Beagle Cocoa.

The turkey is hung and being watched by our Beagle Cocoa.

Bear watching the hung turkey as my husband lays foil on the ground.

Bear watching the hung turkey as my husband lays foil on the ground.

The trash can has been placed over the turkey, charcoal is surround the can, and on top of the can.

The trash can has been placed over the turkey, charcoal is surrounding the can, and placed on top of the can.

The charcoal is raked off the top of the trash can, and surrounding area on the ground.

The charcoal is raked off the top of the trash can, and surrounding area on the ground.

The trash can has been lifted and voila we have a baked turkey.

The trash can has been lifted and voila we have a baked turkey.

The young man carefully lifts the turkey off the stake.

The young man carefully lifts the turkey off the stake.

Our trash can turkey is ready to be carved and served.

Our trash can turkey is ready to be carved and served.

A flying condom wrapper hit me in the head

Last month hubby and I had the opportunity to go away without kids for two weeks, and we took it!  Granted there were only two of our three children at living home and they are 23 and 21, so having mom and dad out of the house for a couple of weeks really isn’t a big deal.

Not a lot gets done in regards to personal grooming when you are on the road for two weeks, camping most of the time. Showers were had, but trying to shave one’s legs in a campground shower stall is next to impossible, if you want to do it with hot water. Plus there were a number of days where it had rained and rained so the comfort stations were not in their best shape.

Picture of us on Cape Breton Island Nova Scotia

Starting to look haggard

So after two weeks away from home, it was time for hubby and I to pretty ourselves up. I was fine with taking care of myself, hubby was able to trim his beard to perfection, but then came time to deal with the back hair. I know, eww, and he required my assistance.

Some woman may like a hairy man, and certainly I like his hairy chest but when it comes to back hair, no thank you, I do not want to sleep with a grizzly bear. Over the years we have tried different methods of hair removal. There was the waxing episode (insert laughter), it did not go over well, sure enough it removed a lot of hair but he couldn’t handle the pain (and he has the nerve to suggest I wax my nether regions, ha!). Then there was the cream removal treatment, it didn’t really work either, I had to keep slathering it on, then showering it off for him, then slathering it on again, showering, and so on. The final and most successful is plain old shaving with the electric beard trimmer, it’s quick, painless, and does the trick. Voila! He’s been beautified.

Now sex on vacation doesn’t really happen when you are driving, and stopping, and driving all day, then trying to find a place to stay, particularly since this was a spur of the moment trip, and nothing was booked. We were exhausted most nights, then we would be camping, having to cook our dinner, set up the tent, the air mattress, sleeping bags, and hubby’s nightly fight to start a fire with soggy wood (he usually won after soaking everything with camp fuel). Don’t get me wrong, I would not trade the camping for anything, I loved every minute of it, and so did my husband, but we were tired, and even if sex was on our mind, we were tired.

So, when we arrived home, we had to make up for lost time. Now, after years of bad timing you would think middle child would have learned by now, that when you knock on your parent’s bedroom door, you do not just walk in. Apparently the poor girl has not learned, and is once again scarred for life!

After slamming our door shut, she yelled she was going to check the mail. About ten minutes later I sent her a text message asking if we received any mail, she sent me this back:

No
Please
I’m tainted
My brain is overloading
I’m about to throw up
WHY
GET A FUCKING HOTEL ROOM
DISGUSTING HUMANS
I WANT TO DIE

The poor girl. Now a few weeks have gone by, and I must say she has gotten her revenge, not on purpose, but she has. This morning as I was driving the dogs to the dog park with the windows open, I was suddenly hit in the head by some sort of plastic wrapping, which then drops down to the floor. I look down, and what do I see but an open condom wrapper, OMFG – is the thought! I’m distracted by the dogs, until I arrive home, and as I am letting the dogs out of the car, I actually find the used condom in the back of the van. She got me. I’m grossed out. I’m happy she’s playing it safe, but in my van, ewww, Get a fucking hotel room daughter.

Hotel Frontenac

Le Chateau Frontenac, Quebec City