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Busy, busy!

Ah, the sweet relief of finished taxes! When I hit submit last week, I  actually had a small moment of contentment. You know the one, when you completed something and you start to breathe easier. One major thing crossed off the to-do list. Nice!

Then I got out the calendar and started planning the next few months and the rest of the year. Whoa! Holdup. I just stopped breathing again. The good news is everything on the list is all good stuff. Great stuff even.

Here is a glimpse of my schedule through the end of the year:

End of this month:

A bead class with the amazing Holly Cooper in TN.

June

Deliver Demons of Bourbon Street to my editor

Bead and Button show in Milwaukee

Witches of Bourbon Street comes out in audio book

July

Deliver my new Urban Fantasy to my other editor (hopefully).

Attend The Gathering for the International Society of Glass Bead Makers. I’ll be selling murrine in the vendor area.

August:

Bead Fest Philadelphia

September:

Whole Bead Show in Amherst, MA

October:

Bead Fest Texas

November:

Houston Bead Society Show

December:

Deliver another manuscript to an editor. I haven’t yet decided which one. December is long way off.

 

Yep, three books, six shows, and I’m traveling every month except May and December. Anyone have an oxygen mask?

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Is Your House Haunted?

Happy Halloween!

Last night our town celebrated Halloween. They always schedule it on a weekend night no matter when Halloween falls. Last year they caught us unaware and we didn’t have any candy for the kids everyone buses in (no joke). We live across the street from a school and the families from all over our mostly rural town come walk the few blocks around our house for their trick or treating pleasure.

So about six p.m. the dogs started to go insane and I sent G out front to hand out the gazillion little packages of Rolos, Twix, Heath Bars, M&Ms, Reeses, Three Musketeers, Milk Duds, and whatever else was hiding in that giant bucket. Forty minutes later he was back inside shutting off the lights and closing the blinds. Holy crap that was a lot of candy in a short amount of time. One piece each.

Little zombies cleaned us out. Poor G. Out of Halloween candy already and it isn’t even Halloween yet. He might deserve it though. He told me one of the kids asked if our house was haunted. Umm, yes. Haven’t I been saying that for months now?

But G quickly told him no, and the kid turned to a friend and said, “See I told you it wasn’t haunted!”.

And friend responded, “That’s what so and so said!”

If I’d been out there I would have said, “Oh yeah. Have you seen our ghost? He likes to come out at night.” Then I would have asked what rumors they’d heard and who they thought our ghost could be.

Seems our house has become the creepy one all the kids talk about. I don’t know why. It’s super cute, and we have adorable dogs that like to sit in the window. But as long as the kids don’t start breaking in and holding séances, it’s cool with me. Y’all know how much I like ghosts. Especially ones that like to invade dreams. 😀

 

New Addition

Psst, remember to come back tomorrow to join us in the Bead Soup Blog party.

Big news in Chase land this week. We have a new addition:

Greg finally decided to sell his 1971 VW Bus. Sad, I know, but she’d been hanging out in the back of the house ever since we moved here four years ago. It was only used when we needed a bigger car to haul something or when my car, the Altima, had to go in for service. Not too great for a car to just be sitting around.

Last year, we put a total of one tank of gas in her. She ran perfectly fine. But with no air-conditioning and no reason to take her out, she was becoming a lawn ornament. Now she has a new home in sunny California and is getting a make over. The buyer said he’d send us pics when she is finished. I sure hope so.

Anyway, we had been thinking we’d get a truck to make it easier to haul stuff, or Greg wanted to get me a Jeep to use for shows. However, all the Jeeps we found were less than desirable and Greg didn’t want to get a truck that would just sit out in the back collecting pecans from the tree back there.

It appears the Suburban is the ultimate compromise. The funniest part is my sister also drives an Altima and has a Suburban. I’m pretty sure she’s convinced whatever car she gets next will eventually end up in my driveway.

The  beasts are pretty happy about it.

They went a little crazy when we got home yesterday. Little dog syndrome? 🙂 I don’t know, but Puck wouldn’t stop barking at it. It was pretty dang funny. Puck is the white and black one.

Yellow Jacket Conclusion…

Just a quick update to inform you of how the yellow jacket war turned out. On Saturday night Greg took a heavy glass bowl and covered the yellow jacket hive in the ground. The idea was it would trap them  so they couldn’t get out to get food or resources.

Saturday afternoon, they were not happy. They spent quite a bit of time ramming their bodies into the glass. Then because Greg is sadistic, he kept putting his hand on the bowl and tapping the glass. They really hated that.  This went on for two days.

By Tuesday we didn’t see any more yellow jackets, but we could see a few carcases. We left the bowl there just to be safe, but we haven’t seen any since Monday afternoon. So conclusion? Heavy glass bowl over the opening of the hive=no more yellow jackets after forty-eight hours.

How about that? It was free, easy, and non-toxic. Can’t go wrong there.

Let The Steaming Begin

Yesterday I blogged about the bees yellow jackets in our backyard. Yes we thought they were bees.

You see, we have some huge wasps that live around here that we are constantly battling with, so when we saw these little guys, we assumed they were bees. And if so, we didn’t want to kill them off. However, with the help of a friend and a kind person who stopped by the blog, we were informed they are indeed yellow jackets.

Okay, now we need to get rid of them. Otherwise we’ll never mow or go outside. We can’t have that. Greg promptly looked up the best way to eliminate the little buggers. Since he didn’t think pouring gasoline down the hole was a good idea(you just have to shake your head at that one) , we’ve opted for steaming them.

Glass bowl, 100 degree temps hopefully=no more wasps. Greg covered the hole last night. Supposedly this method is supposed to take a few days to work since it cuts them off from food. But it’s so hot, it looks like they’ll be fried long before that.

This morning there were quite a few trapped in the top of the bowl and they were not all happy about it. We’ll let you know how it goes. If it works it was by far the easiest and most natural way to get rid of them. Cross your fingers.

 

Let it Bee or Are They Wasps?

 

Edit-These are looking more like wasps. If so…bye bye viscous wasps. Sorry, we are clearly speciesists.

Look at what we have in our yard.

It’s a bee. A beehive actually.  Last week when Greg was mowing the yard he was mowing right along, and then the bees attacked. Poor guy was stung at least seven times.

We didn’t know we had a hive. After the attack we both looked for one, but couldn’t find it. Granted, Greg was less than excited about going to look for them at that point.

We kind of thought maybe the hive was in the neighbor’s yard and one was visiting our modest garden. And once one stung the others followed.  It’s kind of amazing anything is growing at all with how freakin’ hot it’s been. High 90’s with heat indexes in the 120’s. Bleck. But we have had our share of tropical rain. That’s why the grass is so tall.

I have no idea who’s going to mow back there now that we found the hive. In the above picture you can see the thin stick right in the front. That is the hive. It’s in the ground, presumably in a hollowed out root of our pecan tree. We like bees. We wouldn’t dream of getting rid of them. But we may end up with a forest. Cause I’m not going near them with the mower.

Full body bee suit anyone?

Here is a clean shot of the entrance. From the back window of the house we can watch them fly out of the hive and over to the garden. It’s kind of cool. Minus the bee stings of course. Yikes.

Impossible goals

Do you set yourself impossible goals? I do. Every damn day.

On one hand, I think it’s great I have goals and I set them usually just out of my reach, so I’ll keep pushing myself to get there. Then other days, like today, when I look around at all the things I was supposed to finish yesterday and didn’t and all the things on my mental list today, all I want to do is cry.

But that’s just silly. There isn’t anything to cry about, other than feeling overwhelmed. Instead, I surfed around the internet and decided it was time to change my banner to match my book cover and spent thirty minutes working on that, instead of opening the current file that needs to be edited. BTW, let me just say I have used up my lifetime allotment of “she looked” or “she felt” in this one manuscript. Thank you Word for  the “find” feature.

This month is especially bad because I have a deadline to get this ms done and off to my editor. Plus, I have Bead and Button coming up at the beginning of June and I need to really get moving on stocking that table and to top it off I ran a sale in the Etsy store. Which was a huge success and I wouldn’t dare dream of complaining about that. I’m thrilled. But it means, Bead and Button stock has taken a major back seat while I get the orders done.

So, my goals in addition to usual stuff- business emails, listings, shipping, working out, finding time to shower (especially important after work out), remember to eat, and pay attention to when the dogs need to go out- are:

Edit two chapters a day (until I open the first one and find out it is 5000 words and needs some serious revising and cutting).

Get at least three orders done and/or torch for at least four hours. And try to make something new to list…somewhere, Ebay Etsy, whatever (that hasn’t happened in a week, so I relist stock I have hanging around).

Bead and Button hasn’t gotten any attention for eight days.

So, how is this going? Well, I edited one chapter each on Saturday and Sunday and I haven’t managed to fill three orders a day, though I did torch for fours hours each day.

I guess I always think I am going to get stuff done faster than I can actually do it. Impossible goals.