Okay, so I got home last night all pumped because I am going to finally catch up on stocking orders. Since I was on the homestretch there I decided to do the last batch of fudge. I discovered that somehow I failed to see that I actually had 2 more batches to do. I made one this morning and will make the last one tonight. So after the fudge, I headed for the quilt room to finish up the stocking orders.
I started steaming them. I oversteamed the cuff on the first one I did. So I re-did that one. (I have standards, ya know). Finally I was able to get back packaging for mailing. I discovered I was missing an "Allie" stocking. I distinctly remember making it. Scoured the house. Couldn't find it. Soooo, I re-did that one. Went back to packaging. Hmmmm, there is a "Melissa" stocking that doesn't seem to have a work order. I frantically look through the paper work on the stockings I sent out. Found the order that Melissa was supposed to be on. I'm guessing Melissa's family received Allie. So, I shot out an email to Melissa's family warning them of the mistake and assuring them that Melissa's would go out with the next mail.
Finally I headed for the laundryroom/office to print out shipping labels. Decided to try out the batch label at paypal. My computer blocks pop-ups. Had to cancel those and request a refund. Then I had to re-do them all because I didn't want to risk having to request another refund. While I was going through the Paypal transactions I noticed one that still had a "print shipping label" on it. I could find absolutely no paperwork other than the notice that this lady had paid for 2 stockings. So, I emailed her to find out if that was one of those orders that I took to the PO and forgot to account for in paypal. She emailed me back. She hadn't received an order. She was very nice about it - which I really appreciated. She re-submitted the order and the names did not ring a bell. All I can think is that her order got missed when a bunch of orders came in at once.
I finally got to bed about 1:00. Not good. I am dragging today.
I am hoping that retiring from one job and only having one other will really help with this constant "behind the eight ball" feeling that I live with. I am looking forward to having time to putter in (after cleaning up and organizing) my work room. I also want to make a "Big Girl Bed" quilt for Claire since she has been in her big girl bed for quite a while now.
Oh, and The Biggest Loser. What can I say? I wasn't sorry to see Brady go home, but I would have preferred to see Vicky and Heba go. I cannot stand those two. Good job, Amy. I knew you would come through.
Word of the day:
Memorial of Saint Josaphat, bishop and martyr
As Jesus continued his journey to Jerusalem,
he traveled through Samaria and Galilee.
As he was entering a village, ten lepers met him.
They stood at a distance from him and raised their voice, saying,
“Jesus, Master! Have pity on us!”
And when he saw them, he said,
“Go show yourselves to the priests.”
As they were going they were cleansed.
And one of them, realizing he had been healed,
returned, glorifying God in a loud voice;
and he fell at the feet of Jesus and thanked him.
He was a Samaritan.
Jesus said in reply,
“Ten were cleansed, were they not?
Where are the other nine?
Has none but this foreigner returned to give thanks to God?”
Then he said to him, “Stand up and go;
your faith has saved you.”
Thoughts from the cornfield:
Seems like a no-brainer to thank Jesus for a miracle, wouldn't you say? But we receive miracles every day. Do we say thank you?
God bless the trooops!