What started as a blog to record the progress of my camper redo, has become more of a journal of sorts.


The mind of Shellee, aka Sommy, aka Bubba, aka Swannie Bob, is not an organized, neat little space. It is, however fun and full of totally bizarre and sometimes illogical thoughts.
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Beginning posts will reflect that remodel journey, but transform into an outlet for my rambling mind to unload.



I reserve the right to do a little venting, rambling, bragging, griping, etc. at anytime on issues other than the Hag Wagon! Hope you enjoy!


Oh yeah...leave me a comment. Let me know what you think and any ideas or suggestions!

Monday, November 10, 2014

Firmly Planted!!

WELL, well, well....I've made several attempts at updating my blog recently...only to save it to be published later. So I just kept adding. But now...I have a REAL update!! And...since I don't have a lot of time, I think I'll just leave all this rambling and let the suspense build. And I don't have dates...but this was all around mid Sept though now. 

Also, there is a not so nice picture further down the update, but I thought it was funny, so I'm leaving it. Just wanted to give a heads up in case you have little eyes looking on, and to offer apologies in advance. (But I still think it's funny...)


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I had a tooth pulled recently. For me to admit that publicly, to me, is like saying I'm nasty and let my tooth rot. But I promise I keep a tidy set of teeth! I'm going to blame it on eating too much ice, and biting all those things that Momma used to say, "Stop that! You are going to ruin your teeth!"
So since I'm being so honest and open about my dental woes....I stabbed my hole with a toothpick. 

Yeah, I know that's gross. But...I had to make sure it wasn't macaroni or a sesame seed. The last thing I need is a piece of macaroni getting closed up in my gums, or worse yet, a sesame tree rooting itself in my old rootbed. (Have you ever wondered what sesame grows on? Tree, plant, root? Hummm...I'm going with worst case scenario here. ) 
And my reason for telling it here? Dicky never listens to me. So if I'm found unconscious  in a few months with a tree hanging out of my mouth, I want someone to know why. 

You would not believe the trouble I just had spelling unconscious! Sometimes I forget the goofiest things. The other day at lunch, it took me three tries to put my car in reverse. I had to put it in park and start over. REALLY glad Dicky wasn't with me for that one. Yesterday I completely, honestly, forgot what time we get off work. Rather than asking, I decided I'd just keep working until everyone started leaving. (It's 4:00, by the way.) 

I'm really feeling a large rant coming on. And since it's rained so much, which it makes it hard to get to Hag Wagon, I think I'll do a little venting...

Pet Peeves...

1. (Going withe the tooth theme on this one) When the toothpaste tube is getting low, I take the time to squeeze it all up to the top, to make it easier to squirt out on my brush, and Dicky comes along and uses up my easy squeezes.

2. People who like to tell you how WRONG you are at the last minute of a project, but never offer, in the weeks and months before, any assistance, or any of their expert advice. "Thanks Honey, but you might want to take your expert opinion and go back where you came from, because it and you about to be buried in the hole with the missing time capsules." (If you think this applies to you...believe me it probably does...but it wasn't JUST you. We've had lots of last minute advice.) (And please don't call or message me, because I'll just smile and say, "OH NO...that wasn't you!")

OH...I do have a little glampering to share. I got my chandelier put up. It's really beautiful, three tiered. There has to be thousands of crystal (mind's blank, for the right word) hangy things. The light just sparkles all over the camper so beautifully...wait, prisms, that's the word. I wanted to wait until it was all put together, but what the heck...I'll just show you...
OK...I'll apologize again for the not so G rated picture. But you gotta admit that's funny.
Ok...Dicky, of all people, made me remove it.
"Shellee Denise!!...I can't believe you put that on there!"


3. Sweat....That's probably enough said. But of course I can't stop there. I can no longer venture to the country, or anywhere they raise cattle. Not because I might be mistaken for a cow...cause I am a little large and heifer like (I don't need reassurance on this fact, thank you!), but because I may be trampled by said cows thinking I am a new fangled salt lick. Moo!

I never knew a body could produce so much sweat! I don't THINK I smell...but I certainly drip. Is this hormones? Or am I just leaking that much awesome?
Know how I know this picture is fake?
Her hair is still perfectly coiffed. And I see no "glistening of the skin".
 I can show them real sweat. 

I'll think of more peeves later, but for now, I think I'll share some pics of Halle...my sweetest of sweethearts! 


Dreaming of tea parties in the Hag Wagon.

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Just a few projects I've completed recently...

For our backyard haven, when Haggy gets back there. 

Bracelet buddy "Hootiecal" ... Yes I'm selling these! YOU NEED ONE!

Scavenged desk 

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November 10,2014

Well...I didn't get the above blog posted, so I'll just add to it. A VERY important update...

REAL progress!!! Painted (thought I need to add my details) Hag Wagon is planted in the yard!! Thanks to my honey baby and Ronnie for the awesome paint job! Now I can quit my bit*hin' and get the rest of my part done!!

I should have a great update this weekend, so stay tuned!!!