Did Ya Miss Me?

I'm still here!

As you all know by now....

The Colt's lost.

Fifi is a Saint's fan. Can you believe it?

Must be that French thing she's got going on.

She actually had money on the game.

The girls had a little Superbowl party last night.

Helen wanted both teams to win.

I had to explain to her that football didn't work that way.

They REALLY got a kick out of the Denny's commercials. You should have heard them cackling. Scarlett seemed a little concerned and pulled me to the side, saying...'this doesn't apply to US does it?'

So I haven't blogged in three days.

Why does that seem like an eternity for some reason!?

My reason for not blogging:

I'm tired.

and

I'm obsessed with miniatures.

Let's talk about the miniatures first, shall we?

Refill your coffee cups, or go get another Diet Coke girls, this could be a long post.

Here's a back view of the dollhouse. Please notice where this beast is sitting.

On my coffee table.

I like to work on it whilst I watch TV. I'm rather embarrassed to say that I'm excited about TV this week. It's a good excuse to work on the dollhouse, PLUS, the Bachelor comes on tonight, and it's the hometown visits.....AND Ellen is finally on Idol tomorrow night. This is big time entertainment in my household. I've also discovered a show called "American Pickers". I'm in love. Two guys traipse the country looking for old dilapidated barns and find cool old stuff.

The livingoom floors and walls are done. I'm not sure what I'm doing with the ceiling yet.

I found some long thin popsicle sticks at Hobby Lobby, cut them into thirds and glued them stick by stick on the floor in a random pattern, and then stained it. Cost $2. I think it looks pretty stinking good.

See that little doorknob? I can't stand it.

I bought that little pie safe for the kitchen, thinking I'd paint it and antique it up, but there isn't going to be room in the kitchen.

I've started working on one of the bedrooms. I love this wallpaper. It's blue. I have NOTHING blue in my 'real' house, so I'm really loving it in the dollhouse. I don't know why I'm doing wainscoting in the bedroom. I love it, but it feels wrong to me. Oh well, it's stuck on there now!

I'm making a wire bed to look just like my bed. You can see the design I drew out on the paper. Scaled perfectly 1:12.

I've decided to eliminate the staircases in the house. They will just take up too much room, I think. I might regret this decision.

Ok.

Now the tired part.

Do you ever get tired? So tired that you just don't realize that you are tired, and you try and try to keep going, but you can't and then you get mad that you can't and you get cranky, and you type big long run on sentences trying to describe how you feel, but you just can't quite describe it?

That was me on Friday and Saturday.

At first I thought it was Vicodin withdrawals. I really enjoyed the Vicodin. Nothing hurt. At my age, something is always hurting.

I imagined being addicted to Vicodin, washing them down with Mountain Dews and Twinkies, smoking King Size Kool cigarettes and living in the 'Appalacha' Mountains.

Ya, I was that tired.

I would come to the computer to blog and I would just hear crickets.

I had nothin'.

Friday, after school, I took a three hour nap and read this:

It might have been a mistake.

I'm so intrigued by the local food movement.

Being an all or nothing personality, of course now I want to do it, 100%.

Shall I never eat an orange again?

With knowledge comes responsibility.

Did I want to know that the chicken I buy at the store is raised that way?

Did I want to feel guilty about the fossil fuel used to bring me my fresh greens in February?

Do I spend the $6 a gallon on local milk?

How good is good enough?

Is it good enough that I raise all the food I can and preserve it?

Is it good enough that I bring my own bags to the store?

Is it good enough that I support the farmers markets?

Is it good enough that I've managed to consolidate trips to town to the bare minimum?

Is it good enough that we eat in 95% of the time?

Is it good enough?

I get mentally exhausted thinking about it.

Saturday, I made a brave attempt to conquer things, and scrubbed floors on my hands and knees, attempted to warp my loom, worked on the dollhouse, and tried to think about redecorating some in the real house.

Glenco looked at me, with a big fat cold sore on my lip, and said:

'Your run down, you need to rest'.

Poppycock.

I kept pushing and pushing, til about 2pm, I started thinking something was wrong with me.

I started navel gazing.

Am I depressed? No, I don't think so...I haven't lost any interest in my hobbies...that would be a sure sign.

Why do I feel this way?

Did the infection in my tooth spread to my body?

Am I gonna DIE!?

Glenco looked at me again, and said:

"You need a cheeseburger and a nap, you never stop Jayme"

Poppycock.

By 4pm, I'm googling symptoms of how I feel.

My mind just never stops ding dang it.

Have I possibly gone mad?

That's it.

I'm 'mad'. In the worst sense.

I've not slept well.

I lie in bed wondering why bacon isn't on the 'Superfoods' list, and try to remember all the names of the girls on the Bachelor, and plan my veggie garden, etc., etc. I re-join and quit Weight Watchers fourteen times mentally, and write the most wonderful blog posts you ever read.

I toss, I turn.

I'm gonna 'snap out of it' tomorrow, I promise myself.

Sunday breaks dawn, fresh and anew.

We drove to Lafayette, Indiana and I met the most wonderful gal.

Well, I'd 'met' her before here, in blogland, but I got to meet her 'for real'.

Leslie.

She has a blog here.

Isn't she just lovely?

Her home was as lovely as she was.

She's a gal after my own heart. Check out her menus!

She has quite a vintage tin collection (Jen, I thought of you immediately!)

Look how she has these Valentine tins displayed...

We had a nice, easy visit. She and her husband are an absolute delight.

I fear I talked her head off.

I do that when I'm a little nervous.

After we left Leslie's house, we went to an old diner, that had been featured on Guy Fieri's

"Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives'.

It's called Triple XXX in Lafayette, Indiana.

Get your mind out of the gutter! That was the name of the rootbeer they serve.

Taking Glenco's advice, I had a big fat cheeseburger.

We got home just in time for the Superbowl coin toss.

Seems that Glenco was right.

I just needed some rest and a cheeseburger.

I hate it when he's right.

I've got my mojo back girls!

I have lots of fun Valentine goodies to share with you this week.

Start saving your cans.

The 28oz cans are the best......