I managed to clean the garage a bit today. The end goal is to have a workshop. I'd like to be able to do woodwork out there for sure and I may set up a place for doing stained glass as well. There's so much junk in there it's a little overwhelming but I'm trying to take it a piece at a time. I've got a good bit of the front section cleaned up and I started in the back corner where my shelves are as well. Last weekend I took out the old 1940s windows that we had replaced and put them to the side of the road. Ken was griping that they'd sit there forever or we'd have to take them to the dump. They were gone by the time I got home from work the next day. Haha, non-believer! I should put more stuff to the side of the road.

Here's a nice set of workbench plans from Family Handyman:
http://www.familyhandyman.com/workshop/workbench/simple-workbench-plans/view-all

Possibly a reward for when I get the garage clean.

A long time ago, I had a Live Journal account where I would post whatever was on my mind. I recently decided to start blogging again and wanted to start fresh, so here I am at Blogger. I don't know that my blog will interest anyone in particular but then this is something I'm doing just for me. It's partly intended to be therapeutic and partly for record-keeping. My memory can be terrible at times.

I've been out of practice for a while so I apologize for my rusty grammar. I do remember the difference between "your" and "you're", so that's something.

I played around in PhotoBooth and it spat out a distorted picture of me which I posted on this page. It's very artsy and mysterious. Enjoy. Every time I clicked the icon to take a picture a gnat would try to invite itself up one of my nostrils. Just one of the many joys of having 6 cats in the house, they bring lots of friends.

How to kick this off, I wonder? Well, as my description says I'm a college graduate working for peanuts at a factory job. It might have something to do with my funky degree: University Studies with emphasis in Elementary Education and Pre-Veterinary Medicine. Yeah, I change my mind a lot. It may also have to do with my poor social skills and inability to lie convincingly. I'm like a skittish little kitten with Wonder Woman's lasso of truth around my neck. It's a problem. Here's a fun example from one of my interviews:

Interviewer: So, do you read our monthly news letter?

Me: No, I pretty much put it straight in recycling.

The icing on the indecisive socially retarded cake? I also live in a somewhat small town with few opportunities for gainful employment. TLDR: I have a college degree with nothing to show for it.