tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62356839859125077542024-03-04T23:30:11.487-05:00Ramblings of Bored HousewifeJust my random thoughts and ideas here on "paper" - the virtual kind.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11541762250190436399noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235683985912507754.post-86670330948679130992015-08-18T20:40:00.000-04:002015-08-18T20:40:29.617-04:00Been a while<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yes my faithful followers - if any are still around - it has been a while. Life got in the way of my blog. My daughter graduated from HS a full year early and went off to college. I volunteered with our local High School band as Band Mom - Uniform Queen - Bandaid carrier, etc. And my youngest son graduated from HS. <br /><br />Yes, life got in the way of keeping this up. In the mean time, I have decided to take crochet back up and really learn how to attempt this yarn craft. I tried in my childhood, that was a disaster. I tried before the age of the internet video tutorial, that was a disaster. Now I am really 'attempting' via a great site called The Crochet Crowd (and their youtube tutorials), pinterest, and ravelry. <br />
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<br />The picture at the top of all this is of a cap and scarf that I finished just trying to learn new techniques and learning to read patterns. <br /><br />To anyone still with me - thanks. Hope to remember I have this floating out there in web space and keep it updated more.<br /><br />Oh - and the hat and scarf were created using Caron Simply Soft White and the patterns were found on Yarnspiration.com. <br /><br />Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11541762250190436399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235683985912507754.post-10858863391057760842012-12-11T11:33:00.002-05:002012-12-11T11:33:21.398-05:00Pinterest Success Number TwoI know, I know - 2 blog posts in the same day....what is happening here!!???<br />
Well, I managed to have another Pinterest Success!! That's 2 in less than a week. <br />
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<br />Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11541762250190436399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235683985912507754.post-34636615684376901662012-12-11T08:20:00.001-05:002012-12-11T08:20:14.906-05:00Pinterest SUCCESS!!Okay - so time got away from me and here it is December. <br />
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Everyone knows of that new websensation - Pinterest - where people can save all their favorite ideas, recipes, favorite craft projects, etc. in organized photo boards. You can then go back and find what inspired you and try to create them.<br />
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One of my inspirations was tomato cage light trees for the Christmas holidays to decorate the outside of your house. I took two old tomato cages that we already had and invested in 2- 350 light strands ($10 at Target). <br />
The cages are placed upside down and anchored in the ground with some u-shaped thick wire. The tines are gathered and wrapped with a rubber band - one could also use zip ties. <br />One on each side of our front stoop and plugged in to a dusk to dawn timer and beautiful.<br />
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<br />Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11541762250190436399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235683985912507754.post-36331788383463389312012-08-28T21:59:00.001-04:002012-08-28T21:59:05.805-04:00Ramblings of Bored Housewife: SCHOOL STARTED!!!<a href="http://katsstang.blogspot.com/2012/08/school-started.html?spref=bl">Ramblings of Bored Housewife: SCHOOL STARTED!!!</a>: Yes folks, school started for Eastern NC students. I did a silent cheer as I rolled over in bed when I heard the front door close on Monday...Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11541762250190436399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235683985912507754.post-12912687387636877292012-08-28T21:58:00.001-04:002012-08-28T21:58:14.169-04:00SCHOOL STARTED!!!Yes folks, school started for Eastern NC students. I did a silent cheer as I rolled over in bed when I heard the front door close on Monday morning. With that door closing, my morning routine became one of quiet reflection. <br />
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My only daughter is now in her second week of classes at her college. She's been there longer because she joined her school's marching band. She's and her roommate are getting along thus far and she's loving her classes. We miss her, but I don't miss the bickering between her and her younger brother. <br />
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My youngest son started his sophomore year in high school on Monday. And while I love spending my summer with my children at home, I do miss my quiet slow mornings. I miss the time spent waking at my speed and in silent reflection. <br />
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My older two, well one is married and he spent his summer working at the grocery near his school because they gave him more hours and his wife was a camp counselor a little over an hour away from him. So, he wasn't at home except for his sister's HS graduation. And his twin - well he's working full time and looking for an apartment. He doesn't play into the summer interruption of my solitude. <br />
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So, I am 1 year closer to having an empty 'nest'. Hubby and I are looking forward to that day. We can take vacations when WE want to instead of when the school schedule allows. We can eat cook for just the two of us and can have more variety in our meals. We will probably do more fresh foods and less boxed meals. <br />
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So, school started for us and I am rejoicing that I have my quiet solitude back - at least til 3pm. <br />
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What is your favorite part of back to school?Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11541762250190436399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235683985912507754.post-72487165409047804192012-07-25T17:41:00.001-04:002012-07-25T17:41:23.717-04:00Ramblings of Bored Housewife: And we have new pets....<a href="http://katsstang.blogspot.com/2012/07/we-welcome-to-our-family-jet-oddball.html?spref=bl">Ramblings of Bored Housewife: And we have new pets....</a>: We welcome to our Family - Jet, Oddball, and Ironhide 3 Red Eared Sliders that my Youngest Son - T - will raise. Jet Oddball ...Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11541762250190436399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235683985912507754.post-1485796756302575862012-07-25T17:37:00.001-04:002012-07-25T17:37:29.145-04:00And we have new pets....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We welcome to our Family - Jet, Oddball, and Ironhide</div>
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3 Red Eared Sliders that my Youngest Son - T - will raise. </div>
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I love the turtles, they live upstairs in an aquarium specially outfitted for them. They never bark at midnight and don't have a litter box that needs changing. </div>
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We got to see Martina McBride in Concert in April.</div>
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My daughter got all dressed up and went to prom.</div>
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Well, 10 days of June were spent at Walt Disney World on a Mother/Daughter Birthday/Graduation extravaganza visit.</div>
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June ended with a trip to Freshman Orientation at Western Carolina University. My Daughter is heading there in a few weeks to major in Forensic Chemistry. Her brothers (she has 3) have been calling her "Miss Smarty Pants" all summer.<br />
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One shopping trip had the kids playing with masks in the toy aisle at Target.<br />
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Cat sitting in SC - brought home the BEST SC peaches<br />
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July has also been spent cleaning up after many violent thunderstorms. <br />
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And last but not least for July - my youngest son had his 15th birthday. <br />
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What is your phobia/fear? Tall, Long Bridges over water are a big irrational fear of mine. I also have a fear of heights. But it isn't encountered as often as the bridge fear being that I live where I do.......so close to the NC Coast- the bridges I've pictured are the Neuse River Bridge here in New Bern. The quickest way to Bridgeton is over that bridge. And the one below, is the bridge into Emerald Isle - not a long bridge, but a tall bridge with only one lane per direction. <br /><br /> <br />I know, it is an irrational fear, but it is a fear of mine. I will drive over bridges such as this one if I have to, but if I can find an alternate route I will. Last spring, I went to Williamsburg, VA for a great weekend with a friend and drove some back roads so I could avoid the Hampton Roads Bridge/Tunnel. I took a Ferry instead. Going down to The Isle Of Palms, SC last March for a mother of twins convention found me driving deserted back roads to avoid the bridges. <br /><br />I also have a fear of heights, but with a few steps backwards can usually fight that one.<br /><br /><br /><br />So,what fears or phobias do you have? Are you afraid of spiders, snakes, thunderstorms, grass on bare skin?? Think about it, it is rational or not. And when you do, imagine me driving over my bridges - knuckles white as I have a death grip on the steering wheel - breathing slowly in and out - and if I am alone - Singing at the TOP of my LUNGS to anything on the radio.<br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11541762250190436399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235683985912507754.post-25422220084341620922012-01-31T11:56:00.000-05:002012-01-31T11:56:07.067-05:00Ramblings of Bored Housewife: Life......<a href="http://katsstang.blogspot.com/2012/01/life.html?spref=bl">Ramblings of Bored Housewife: Life......</a>: What’s the point of life? Define a great life. This is the question of the challenge on Day 5. So what is the point of life?? Well, to liv...Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11541762250190436399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235683985912507754.post-33973492058176728882012-01-31T11:55:00.000-05:002012-01-31T11:55:40.388-05:00Life......<br /><br />What’s the point of life? Define a great life. <br /><br /><br />This is the question of the challenge on Day 5. <br /><br /><br />So what is the point of life?? Well, to live of course. To be, to exist, to enjoy, to laugh, to learn, to love, to see, to hear, to taste, to touch, to feel, to hurt, to cry, to anger; it is all part of life.<br /><br /><br />A great life: that's one that has been lived to the best of the person's ability. One where there has been great love, great sorrow, great disappointment, great laughter. One that has been lived with the purpose that God has give us. <br /><br /><br />I think that thus far, I have had a great life. I have found a great love. Together we have created life in our 4 children and they are living now in their journey towards a great life. I have had great sorrow, but have grown from that sorrow and continued on in the journey of life that we are all on. <br /><br /><br />Is your life a great life? If you cannot answer yes, maybe it is time for a change. And I wish you luck with your journey.<div>
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