When I visit Lowe’s   I also  remember to  ask  for help with  whatever I am buying.  It is important to know that the  product you buy is really meant for the project you are planning.

I have found that the Lowe’s employees know more about the items than the instructions allude to . Most of the instructions are unclear  or parts of important steps are  left out.  

Through trial and error the associates at Lowe’s always come to the rescue.  Each one has different experience with the items  but they all  know who to ask who has used that item.  It is wonderful knowing that the item I am buying  has been tried by others and what the results are.

I have never had the occasion to be disappointed by the  instructions given by the Lowe’s  associates.    I have found them to know the shortcuts, the proper techniques not shown on the packages.  

Lowe’s  offers you the opportunity to have an associate  teach you the techniques needed to tile, paint, caulk, fix a toilet,  install a  sink, use a tool, and  even decorate your home  with wallpaper, carpet and windows.  

The associates also know when  its time to offer  installation services.   I am not able to install a waterheater on my own , though some may be able to.

Knowing that is a  plus.    They know the products, services , techniques and even are permitted to voice an opinion  .  Yippee  that is refreshing.    Other stores  refrain from that.   I like it.  It shows me the corporation, store management and the   employees really care about what they sell.  I have not run into a unhappy Lowe’s customer yet.

There are always cranky people, and yes the associates sometimes have a rough day of it, and so do I. 

I really enjoy shopping there.  

I hope one day to run into one of the Kitchen, Bath,Yard Crashers  there.   I do have the ugliest  kitchen,bath and yard around  . I admit it

That would make this Lowe’s diva very happy.    Imagine redoing my kitchen ,bath or yard with the special folks who do wonders with the items Lowe’s furnishes for their shows.  

Wow  Happy  does not even come  close…. Maybe one day   I will  be ecstatic….lol    

So for now   its  Lowe’s dreaming for me….


Hope is one of those things that describes the way people go blindly into situations they normally would not  .  

Hope is the one thing that keeps me going.  I know that God is my hope my path to heaven.

I know that without hope and or God there is nothing for the human spirit to lean on.

I know that Hope is like Love .  They both need nurturing,trials errors and growth.

In order to survive in this world we need both Hope and Love.  You can have on or the other ,but then you feel incomplete. 

You know you can be loved or be in love  but, without love and hope combined there is not a bit of strength to deal with life.

In this world we need Hope. In this world we need Love.  We need them more than anything now.

Times are hard enough without the incessant changes in politics, world almost at point of destruction, sickness, loneliness, sadness. 

We have to have the Hope that we can overcome all of those. For me  knowing God has my back is very important to me. 

I am an only child.  Not such a good thing. 

No one is there for you .  Most people used to have cousins close by.   My cousins are all far away.  

So  for me  it helped me know   that with God  I  even me… can do something good. 

When I am afraid of things   I either back off from it    or   dive in and be the super friendly  overly trusting type.  

Some folks do not like that.  Well they are the losers. 

When you meet a person  who has hope  its like opening a big GIFT.     Open slowly is my advice.  You do not want to waste any of the hope that is in that gift.    You want to grab it and hold on for dear life.  You want to learn how to hope, love and trust. 

  To be  near a person with Hope  can be contagious.  In fact, I hope  that you  do get close to those with Hope.  They dream, glimmer, shine and become euphoric  at the thought of joy  .

Outrageous you say?  Well   to me its outrageous that some folks have no hope, no faith, love or joy in their lives. 

I want to wish you all Hope, Joy,Love,Trust,Faith in all you do or endeavor to be. I want to wish you hugs , puppy kisses, crayolas and paper  , chalk on a sidewalk, paint on the walls,ceilings, floors and furniture.  Each of those  cries out hope. 

Hope for the future   ,the family, life,  and the  world   is within you.

Today I am thinking.    Thinking is one of those things that either  makes you feel better or worse.


Thank You God for slowing me down. Maybe I have some unfinished work…..
I know this happens to me a lot. God intervenes. Now I have to thank Him more for all the wonderful blessings. They may be small but think of them as training wheels. Today I met a pentecostal pastor and his wife from Johnstown NY> I was dropping off a set of used lamps at my friends office. He offered to take them in. one actually fell out of van when door opened. lol Just shows you God wants you to meet good people.

I had decided not to go to Long Island in the heat for my mother in laws funeral. My hubby died in 2007 , She never cared for me , kept me out of family pix, told my dad I was not good enough for her son. Encouraged my hubby to drink when he was already addicted. Held us and his brothers family at arms length while spoiling the dtr got everythingl I forgave her and myself both a long time ago for being angry. I wish her peace and rest in the arms of Jesus. I hope my late hubby and his family reunite in heaven and know they are all loved.
Funny isn’t it? I could have remained angry .I could have said ….. but no God has so much of my heart its full of love
I love that she gave my husband life. I love my kids who came from my husband and I love my grandkids.
So much I can thank her and father in law for no matter what.
I guess it seems strange but, that is who I am.
So in closing Father I thank you for my inlaws , my husband and parents and family. I thank You for putting up with my frustrations and years of resentment and for teaching me what I should do is love them. Thank You Father for Jesus and for all blessings amen

The Lowe’s Lady.            I have been dubbed the Lowe’s Lady…. now where is my  sceptre and crown  lol

I swear  I go to Lowe’s  and find amazing things all the time.  I love looking for odd things to use around the house.   It is such fun thinking out of the box.  They have so many new and marked down items  that it keeps me busy thinking… hmm  what can I make this into.

Today,  for $2.50 cts each   I got 2 curtain tie back holders.

You ask  what are u going to do with them?  Tie back drapes?    No   try again…

Hmmm  you say   I have no clue.     Well friends    I am going to use them to hold bathrobe or towels in the bathroom.   They are tortoise shell colored  will go well with the oil rubbed antiqued bronze fixtures   and cost much less  than the $29.00  robe holders I have found.

Ok you say   how are you going to do that.   Well using a stud finder  drill into the stud in wall or  molding  you will want to mount it on.   Next step  rub soap on the screw before screwing into stud.   Screw in  righty tighty   and voila   a custom  robe holder or large bath towel holder.

I mentioned this  to several of the wonderful gals and guy at Lowe’s  .    Would you believe   they were surprised?      One of the gals  is a manager there , always sweet and kind,  she suggested I start a blog  on what I can create with what I find at Lowe’s  .

So   to me that sounds great!     I have decided to get off my duff and do something  positive for me.

I love Lowe’s.  Love the paints on clearance, and all the goodies I find there.  I especially love the sales people.  The staff is friendly and will go out of their way to help a customer.

So there you have it    I am going to be  The Lowe’s  Lady ….   look for this blog  on fb  and here soon.

Hugs to all


weighed in today  down 3 lbs.

Son asks so” mom when are you going to have the gastric bypass surgery. I do not want to have to see you on the floor and not be able to get up again. I have lost 3 l bs of water  he says . no big deal…its good but everyone loses weight like that.  ”

I am sad now tearfully that my son thinking I will die, but I am not sure on the surgery at all.  It is invasive. It will require the healing process, etc and the same willpower used in diet.  I believe I can do it myself. I know I can, I really do.

I have been through so much pain and hurt I do not want to have more. I just want to do something happy for a change.

I have not had a vacation in 30 yrs or more.  I need to feel like a normal woman, be able to do the things I want ,when I want.

I heard my sons concern, and yet he kids about it , and I know over the last few days my body is not feeling that surgery is right, even though the surgeon at Ellis Bariatric Medicine, thinks it will be successful.

I have to decide soon.  Or not. I have to and want to get thin, be attractive to men.

Ha men. Now that is another story. Been hurt before, and may never be trusting again.   Who knows.   The truth is I am young and want to wear a sexy bathing suit, feel good about me.

I have been walking more in the stores when I go.  Slowly but surely.  I am very upset with me.

I am just wondering if the cpap machine will change any thing .

So for today for now I will see how it goes.

Love you all,

grammasrunamuck  Patti

this joke is for adults…


    All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises
    of easy, painless removal – -The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair
    and now…the wax. Read on……….
    My night began as any other normal weeknight. Fix dinner, watch the
    grand kids come and go.
    I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for
    the next few hours: ‘Maybe I should get the waxing kit from the
    medicine cabinet.’

    So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.
    It was one of those ‘cold wax’ kits. No melting a clump of hot wax,
    you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and
    you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else)
    and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be?

    I mean, I’m not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough
    to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!) So I pull one of the thin strips out.
    Its two strips facing each other stuck together.

    Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out
    the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. (‘Cold wax,’ yeah…right!)

    I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and

    It works!

    OK, so it wasn’t the best feeling, but it wasn’t too bad.
    I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me!

    I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of
    smooth skin extraordinaire.

    With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the family,
    I sneak back into the bathroom for the ultimate hair fighting

    I drop my granny panties and place one foot on the toilet..

    Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of
    my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down
    to the inside of my butt cheek (it was a long strip).

    I inhale deeply and brace myself…. RRRRIIIPPP!!!!
    I’m blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!….. OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!
    Vision returning, I notice that I’ve only managed to pull off half the
    Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and spotted.
    I think I may pass out…. I must stay conscious…. I must stay
    Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe…. OK, back to normal.

    I want to see my trophy – a wax covered strip, the one that has caused
    me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in
    the glory that is my triumph over body hair.

    I hold up the strip!

    There’s no hair on it.
    Where is the hair???
    Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet.

    I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip… it’s not!

    I touch…. I am touching wax.

    I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now
    covered in cold wax and matted hair.

    Then I make the next BIG mistake … remember my foot is still propped
    upon the toilet? So I put my foot down.

    Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut. Sealed shut!!!

    I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do
    and think to myself ‘Please don’t let me get the urge to poop….
    My head may pop off!’

    What can I do to melt the wax?

    Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I’ll run the hottest water I can
    stand in the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax
    should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right ???

    I get in the tub — the water is slightly hotter than that used to
    torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment — I sit.

    Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued
    together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of
    the tub…. in scalding hot water.

    Which, by the way, does not melt cold wax.

    So, now I’m stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented
    myself to the porcelain!!!

    God bless the AT&T man who had convinced me a few months ago to
    have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!

    I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some
    secret of how to get me undone. It’s a very good conversation

    ‘So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!’

    There is a slight pause. She doesn’t know any secret tricks for removal
    but she does try to hide her laughter from me.

    She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, ‘Are we talking
    cheeks or hoo-ha?’

    She’s laughing out loud by now … I can hear her.

    I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side
    of the box.
    YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else’s night.

    While we go through various solutions, I resort to trying to scrape
    the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better than to have your girlie
    goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot
    water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!

    By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and
    I’m pretty sure I’m going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for
    this event.
    My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving
    grace….the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.
    What do I really have to lose at this point?
    I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!! The scream probably woke the
    family and scared the dickens out of my friend. It’s sooo painful, but I really don’t care.

    ‘IT WORKS!!’

    I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up.
    I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair……


    So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I’m numb by now. Nothing hurts.
    I could have amputated my own leg at this point. Next week I’m going to try hair color…….

    how bad can that turn out???

Women you will be able to understand this…




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