Sunday, December 15, 2013
Saturday, October 19, 2013
The only requirements I prefer are functionality and visually appealing to MY eye. There is one shape that always confuses my easily befuddled mind....the pyramid-esque shape. I seriously don't understand how any one person could not see this as a flawed design. They remind me of the old roach motel commercials, the ones claiming the "roaches go in, but they don't come out."
Your items stashed in these bags are too often lost. I've owned one (this makes me the all knowing expert, of course). You put a tube of Chap-stick in that baby, and need it, bam....too bad. It has been sucked in the vortex. What baffles me is that women (and men) still buy these abominations, so designers keep making them. Some of us buy based on brand name, not need or likability. (I'm not one of those idiots, but they're out there). The one, and only, pyramid bag I ever had was given to me by a friend.
So this is my call to all bag designers:
NO MATTER THE CALL IN YOUR HEAD, please stop making useless bags. All bags should have some resemblance of function. Go crazy with your colors and designs, even your fake or real leathers. Please, for the love of Chap-stick and lost pens everywhere, stop designing pyramid bags.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
I found this picture on Pinterest the other day. Obviously its a chicken costume. It brought back some very happy memories of my wedding.
Not the most common "Chicken Dance" memories most often associated with weddings. No, my memories are from my very unorthodox costume wedding. My husband and I like to have fun, and so do most of our friends. Our families as well. We were married in the bar he met me DJing to the karaoke masses. The owner of the bar was hilarious, and dressed as....you guessed it, a chicken.
I dressed as a Renaissance queen, and my husband dressed as a prohibition era gangster. Everyone enjoyed themselves.
My husband drove by the place it was held last week while heading to get his motorcycle checked out. When I received a text from him that it was gone I was devastated. Unfortunately, it had been grazed to build apartments. We were both saddened by the news, but we will always have incredible memories.
Monday, September 23, 2013
I've been pondering significantly lately. Not on any particular subject, the matter is pretty random. Just about anything gets me thinking deeper into the absolute issue at hand.
This morning I was making white gravy (for biscuits and gravy). If you've ever made homemade gravy, you know you have to stir it constantly once you add water. I had just added the milk, and was figure-eight stirring the crap out of that pan. I turned my head just a bit to the right, and saw a sign up sheet for cheer leading camp on the counter. I started thinking about what I was going to bring up at the school concerning the paper.
I'm just going to add here that I am extremely upset at our school district's rule that boys not be able to cheer. They send out these pamphlets selling cheer lessons to all the kids, which is redundant in itself. Why not save some school funding, and only send them home with the girls? Its a slap in the face to us personally, because my son wants to be a cheerleader. (That's a whole other post... that I will expand on later.) Seriously though, they complain about not having enough money all the time. Yet thousands of copies of all kinds of cheer camps and sign ups for tryouts go home to boys that are unable to take advantage of them. $$$$$ down the drain.
Yeah, I was thinking about all the emails and phone calls I was going to make, when I finally noticed the gravy had become way too thick and had that burnt smell emanating from the pan. I had completely ruined the gravy!
This is not the only time I've done this either. I was knitting on a project that called for several lines of garter stitch, when I went off on another "over thinking" tangent. When I eventually realized I was "doing it again," I had knit about 5 rows too many. I don't know what is causing my absentmindedness, but is disconcerting. What happens if I do it while driving? Yikes.
Have you ever done something similar?
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Its been a while since I blogged anything. When I found out I had cancer a few years back, I was petrified. I handled it poorly. I went about seeking comfort in all the wrong ways. On October 31st, 2013, I will celebrate 1 year in remission. I'm not going into detail about it, because all the people who endured it with me don't need to relive it....just like I don't.
Needless to say, there was not a lot of crafting going on, and I truly missed it. I've been having health issues caused by the chemo and radiation, so creativity has been sporadic. I hope everyone is doing well and living life to its fullest.
I'm going to try to start blogging again.
Wish me luck!
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
How can you not smile when looking at them? They're so darn cute!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I know He has a plan, and it's not our place to question that plan. But I'm not perfect, and I'm questioning that plan. Does it make me a hypocrite? I don't particularly care at this moment.
I have seen unspeakable things in 5 short days, but I to speak about them to you. My heart is breaking, and I need to get some of this out before I shatter.
I held the hand of a 12 year old girl, as she sat stoically and explained how she became pregnant by her father.
I held a sobbing, shocked and angry mom as she tried to listen to that girl. She is still terrified that she "let this happen" to her baby. No one knew, until I asked the girl where her bruises came from, and why she looked so sad.
That mom and daughter? They are facing years of questions, emotions, stares, nightmares and therapy. What will become of the baby? I don't honestly know, because its fate has yet to be determined. What will happen to the "father?" a few years of prison, maybe. MAYBE.
I will NOT tell you the graphic things that I WANT to happen to him. He doesn't deserve that much of my time.
And we've all been reading about the mom who drove off of a bridge, killing herself and 3 of her kids. Tragedy seems to be leaking out of the deep lines carved into the canvas of mother nature's ancient trees.
To add a massive dose of tissue filled crying to your otherwise "normal" day, this morning I received a phone call. A pastor asked me to sing at a funeral. Gratis, because I refuse to take money for giving of the gift God gave me.
And then, he told me it was a baby. A little boy. Let's just let that sink in a moment.
I'm not going to give details on why this precious child passed, privacy and respect for the grieving family are paramount. But it's very, very sad. And I couldn't say no.
These are all things that make me want to hold my little boy. I want to keep jim home from school, and never let him out of my sight. Five days of heart squeezing, cheek kissing and hand holding...to help heal what's been broken.
I know that five days of smothering my child with hugs and kisses will not change the last five days, but I'm holding on to it. I'm holding on to the hope and love he brings me. And I'm holding on tight.