Thursday, August 26, 2010
Additionally, Sylvia T, I received your LOVELY box on Tuesday, and I hope to get pictures up tomorrow. I just love everything you sent, thank you so much!
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
I do want to say thank you to everyone's sweet sweet comments. They really lifted me up at a moment when I felt very low. You just don't know how much you all mean to me.
Now, on to our newest adventure, a new cat!
You may know that the love of my life is my 6 year old DLH cat Duke. He's a fluffy ball of 14lbs of love. He's also commited to being an only child, and is a complete attention whore. He and I spend our mornings cuddled up in bed, and the evenings with me feeding him lots of goodies. LOL
Last weekend my mother came up to drop off her 2 year old Siamese spitfire Tivoli. My parents are moving to Paris for 3 months, and in exchange for plane tickets there, we're watching Tivoli. She's really a sweet cat normally, but you wouldn't know it from the last few days. Mom was supposed to drive up on Friday the 13th, but her car competely died on her about a mile away from home. (That's what we get for a Friday the 13th set of plans.) So, after she picked up her rental car, we decided that she should drive up on Saturday. Then, on Saturday morning Mom woke up to find that the cat had knocked over her almost full jug of liquid laundry detergent, all over litter box. Mom noticed that the cat had detergent on her paws, and so of course she cleaned her up, and after keeping an eye on her for a couple of hours, we determined that it didn't appear that she was suffering any ill effects. So, Mom loaded Tivoli in the car and drove the 4 hours to Fort Worth.
When Mom got into town, she came straight to our apartment, and we tried introducing the cats. Duke was, I'm ashamed to say, less than a gentleman. Tivoli wasn't acting her normal self anyway, so we isolated Duke, and tried to get Tivoli to come out of her carrier and inspect the apartment. It was then that she started making this strange noise. When she breathed out, it sounded like an old coffee percolator. So, we packed her up and took her to the emergency vet clinic. They kept her overnight, because they suspected that she somehow inhaled the laundry detergent, maybe by creating bubbles as she tried to clean herself. She receovered quickly enough that they were ready to send her back to us the next morning, but it was a tense night for all of us.
Then on Sunday we went to pick her up, and the vet wanted us to keep her isolated from Duke for 24 hours. But, the vet did not recommend taking the cat back to Houston, and trying this all over again another weekend. Her reasoning was that it was so stressful for the cat to travel, that it would be better to get all this mess out of the way now. So Sunday the cat lounged at the hotel, while Daniel and I entertained Mom. The Monday I got to work REALLY early, so I could leave at noon, to help Mom introduce the cats. Tivoli promptly hid under my stitching chair, and Duke just sniffed her cat carrier.
Mom drove back to Houston, and that's when the real fun ensued. Of course poor Tivoli has been totally freaked out, but because of her detergent incident, I have to drag her out from under her chair twice a day to squirt medicine down her throat. She totally hates me at this point, and really who could blame her? I think we did the wrong thing letting her hang-out in the living room. I think it was just too big for her to feel comfortable. The first night, we locked Duke in our bedroom with us. (And his litterbox and food and water of course.) Then while I was at work, I kept him in our bedroom, trying to let Tivoli get used to the apartment. And while we saw evidence that she had come out for food and her litterbox, there wasn't much indicating that she did anything other than hide. I don't want her to hide in the bedroom right now because of the medicine we have to give her. I'm not dismantling the bed twice a day to try and grab her.
Last night we had a Eureka moment. My aunt is in town, so we were going out to have dinner with her, and we put Tivoli, her things, and her cat carrier in our bathroom. Then we covered the top of her cat carrier with a towel, and put her towel in the bottom, so it was nice, dark, and cozy. While we were out, she ate, used her box, and left some evidence of playing around. Then, while we were home, we left the bathroom door open, but kept Duke away, to see if she would want to go back under the chair. She didn't. So, we left her in the bathroom for the night. A couple of times I heard her messing around in there. We're just going to let her be the bathroom queen, awkward moments showering be damned.
Also, I got up this morning, and Duke was laying just outside the door, and I could hear Tivoli giving her normal meow, just sounding curious. When I went to open the door to go in, she was right there at the door. So, it seems that they get along when on opposite sides of the door.
They did manage to get at each other this morning, and Duke got a face full of angry hell cat, but he quickly backed down. I think Tivoli is going to be the alpha, and that's totally fine. We're just going to keep their meetings to a real minimum until Tivoli feels more comfortable. Once she's done with her meds, we're going to move her from the bathroom into our bedroom, so she'll get used to being with us. After she stops clinging to the bottom of the mattress, we'll have to just let her roam, as there are no other rooms that can be closed off in our apartment. (Yay for 600 square feet.)
Of course, I'll keep you more updated than you ever wanted while we go through this. We really just want Tivoli to feel happy and comfortable while she's in our home. And, I just have to remember that I can't make this happen any faster than she's ready for it. (Even if I just want to drag her out from under the chair and squeeze her. She's super cuddly feeling.) I have a feeling that in a month or so, Duke's going to be following her around, wanting her to pay attention to him. (She'll probably just laugh and hide on top of her tower, which Duke is too fat for.)
Thursday, August 5, 2010
I married into a family that really loves to tease each other. Well, they call it teasing, I call it awful. My father's family likes to 'tease' as well, and normally I can take it, but recently my skin has become thin. I don't want to hear fat jokes, or jokes about my short comings as a wife. I don't want to listen to my niece tell me it's my fault she didn't have perfect attendance last year (because of my wedding). I don't want my sister in law to throw her snot rags at me. Most of all, I want my cousin in law to SHUT UP with the sex jokes/comments/general smut. Just because you're a sex maniac, doesn't mean I want to hear about it.
So, what do I do to keep away from this? I hide from the entire world. Because if I'm just totally depressed and crazy, then I don't have to admit that my problem is them. They love me, and I love them, but my in laws drive me up the fucking wall. I'm the White Devil to grandma because I don't go to church, and I'm an old fuddy-duddy because I like needlework and don't drink to my sister in laws. I actually hear from these people "you used to be pretty." WTF? I want to spend time with my husband, but I often stay home because I know he'll end up with them, and I just can't take it.
So what does this mean? This means that there are some people that I have let down. I have hidden from everything, like a ostrich. I'm a jerk, and there's nothing else to be said. Hopefully you will forgive me, once I've rectified the situation.
Some days I really do wish I still lived with my parents. They never ever call me fat.
All that said, I must mention that my in-laws really are nice people. They're just nothing like anything I've ever met. They have no off button, no sense of formality within their family. And they're totally happy that way, it's just a serious adjustment. Plus, they were a lot more formal with me before I married my husband. It's as if I said "I do," and they heard "Give me more crazy." They aren't Jerry Springer crazy, and they literally would give me the shirt off of their backs. They're just going to make boob jokes while they're doing it.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Both little JM and his mother are doing well. Their first child, a girl, is surely pleased as she ONLY wanted a baby "bruzzer," no sisters. And I just know that his father is already buying out large amounts of Eagles football gear and camo colored clothing.
I fully intend to take all the credit for this baby, as Jesse is pretty sure he was conceived at my wedding weekend. :) All the best babies are conceived in New Orleans.
Of course, this means I've got to get CRACKING to get her present finished and "finished."
Congrats Jesse et all!
Monday, July 12, 2010
Comment #3 - Deb!!!! - (Whose MIL is apparently also a July 4th baby!)
Deb, please shoot me an email at bemgelado (at) aol (dot) com or kgknitter (at) aol (dot) com, whichever!
Sylvia - Please feel free to still get in contact with me, I would like to send you something as well!
Friday, July 9, 2010
As an aside, I'd like to mention that today is DH's birthday. 34 years ago, his dear mother brought forth what has to be the best man in all the world. Daniel, I am blessed to have you in my life, and I thank God and the Shamrock for you everyday. Today is your special day, so I hope you enjoy every minute of it. I fully intend for it to be a drama-free day. (At least until your sister and I start fighting over the cake at dinner tonight.)
Per his annual tradition, he has taken today off of work, and I imagine is riding around town with his top down. (Car top, not shirt top, although a girl can dream right? lol) Tonight we'll all head to his grandmother's house where she'll have chicken and rice and a choclate cake ready for us to eat. She has the greatest tradition of cooking for each of her loved ones on their birthday, and the birthday kid gets to pick the menu. I believe Daniel also chose enchiladas. She'll cook more than that, and it's all so very yummy. I don't know what else he has planned for himself this weekend, but I look forward to spending a weekend with him where he just does what he wants to do.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIEL!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
1. "Stitching is an activity that tends to be solitary. Sometimes I wonder if we choose stitching because we are more comfortable with pursuits that we do alone, or does our stitching cause us to loners?"
Actually, for myself, stitching is a way to be less of a loner. At my husband's family functions, I can be a bit overwhelmed, and my natural inclination is to stay at home. However, if I bring some sort of handwork with me, I find that I can retreat when the group gets to be too much. Then when I'm feeling less stressed, I put it away and rejoin the group. Also it has been a way for me to connect with my husband's nieces, as I've been teaching them to stitch and knit. When I go to visit my mother, as often as I can, I join in with her at her needlepoint class, which is a wonderful way to meet other people. My husband is very gregarious, and I usually am as well, but I find that when it's a struggle, my stitching often provides a way for my to be present with him, without feeling like I'm stressed.
2. "If you could create your own perfect stitching group, what characteristics would make it perfect?"
To be perfectly honest, I would prefer a group of all women. It's not that I have any problems with men, but for me, stitching has always been a way to connect with the women in my family, and so I deeply associate it with women. (Even though my husband knits, and I drag him to my LNS for help choosing colors.) I've always been a girls' girl and feel the most comfortable around other women. I would also be happiest if I was the youngest of the group. I have a hard time relating to people my own age. I guess I'm just an old soul, and have always been able to better relate to women my mother's or my grandmothers' ages than women of my own. In the summers when I would visit my grandparents, I much preferred the time I spent just hanging out with my grandmothers to the times I was taken to play with a playmate.
I'm so glad we were able to go down and visit her, and I was even happier that we thoroughly surprised her! We went that night to a restaurant that was new to all of us, a Belgian bistro, and everyone really enjoyed their meal. Then Sunday morning we got up and went to a local cafe to have coffee and pastries. Mom isn't a big fan of cake, so she celebrated with a yummy sticky bun. Then it was back home to open presents. Mom's local yarn store was having a 50% sale, so I convinced her to take DH and I, and we all left with goodies, at WONDERFUL prices. I got 1 skein of Noro Aya, 2 skeins of Sublime, 2 skeins of Debbie Bliss Chunky Cashmerino, and 2 skeins of a Aimee by Louisa Harding for $35. I was SUPER pleased. (The Aimee was Daniel's choice, and I'm not allowed to touch it. It's in this really yummy mint green, and I'm excited to see what he's going to make with it.)
For Mom's birthday I gave her a red pincushion (BBD's Bluebird done in red) that was finished by Vonna, and a squirrel scissor fob with squirrel scissors (from a The Heart's Content kit). I think that she liked them. I know her dog thought that the pincushion was a squeaky toy for him, so she'll have to keep her eye on it! LOL
Also, on Sunday I had Mom do the drawing for my giveaway. She was tickled by all the great comments. I was sad that we had to leave on Sunday, but I was just so happy to be able to spend the day with my Mom. Of course, I'll have to be EXTRA tricky next year. :)
Monday, July 5, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Edited: Also, I'm happy to ship anywhere in the world. So, please, if you don't live in the US, still sign up!
Friday, July 2, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
This is her "I got straight A's smile."This is her uncle, my DH. He had to bend over to get into the photo, but I don't think it'll be long before they're looking eye to eye.
Wow, we look like part of a normal family.
Ah, that's more like the Uncle Danny I know.
Serena, I hope that you had a great time. I had a lot of fun with you tonight, and I'm so lucky to have a wonderful niece like you.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Apparently QuikTrip Park is only 3 years old. It's quite a nice park, and all the seats were shaded, so that was great! The temp was 100 yesterday, and we would have melted without the shade and a nice breeze.
After a few innings I felt safe enough to start taking photos again, but only for right handed batters. Those south paws were hitting them right to us!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
This is Blackbird Designs Anniversaries of the Heart. Since my family doesn't know I blog (heehee) I can tell you that this is for my Aunt Paula. She's my father's sister, and the one who really taught me to adore over dyed cotton and linen fabric. (That's right Daniel, blame HER for the fact that my hobby cost as much yours, and that at the end ofthe day I can't drive mine to the store. It's all Paula's fault, hahahaha.) (I should mention here that Daniel always mentions Paula's parting advice to him when she moved away "Don't always let Claudia get her way" whenever he says no to something, so I have to mention when the Great Paula isn't perfect.) I've enlisted my grandmother's help to figure out all sorts of names, initials and dates for the personalization. At this moment, my only plan is to make sure that her immediate family members are represented on their birth months. (Ie, my father was born in November, so I'll use his information for that month.) I'm stitching the whole thing on a 1/2 yard of 30ct Irish Cream by R&R Reproductions. My LNS didn't have enough of the Old Town Blend, so I dragged DH along with me, since he's my color expert. The color in the photo above is pretty true to the actual color of my piece. DH has promised to make me a scroll frame big enough for this piece. (Which is good, because my scroll frame is promised to another project.)
This is Ink Circles' Fleur de Lis pattern. I'm stitching it with the recommended Carrie's Threads. DH and I got married in New Orleans last October, so I'm hoping to have this done in time to be on our Christmas tree. I was a lot further along, but then realized I had miscounted, and spent an evening unpicking about half of the purple. This is being stitched on a piece of 32ct Cream linen from Charles Craft. (I have a TON of that particular linen, so it's my go to for all small projects.)
I'm also working on Plum Street Sampler's The Queen's Sampler. I'm using the Elizabeth motif, and will have it finished into a thread keep. However, I had been stitching it over one on 32 ct Cream linen (yep, Charles Craft, you're so smart to have guessed it), but I realized that I was going to lose a LOT of detail in her dress. So, I scrapped it, and started over on the same linen, but over 2. I don't have a photo of this today though. I'm using Belle Soie silks in Icing, Butterscotch, Carrot Cake, Poison Apple, Black Crow (or Old Crow, I can't remember) and Beanstalk. I Love love love Belle Soie.
This is to be put under the needle sooner rather than later as well. It's By the Bay's 13th Colony Bay. I'm going to stitch them on 3 different pieces of linen, but then use some decorative stitches to rejoin the linens before framing it all as one.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
This is where I wish I was right now. This is the pond on my mother's farm. It's the farm where she and her brothers grew up, and where I tried really hard not to be a city girl. It's in the Piedmont region of North Carolina, in a tiny town where people know who I am, even though I've never lived there. It's a place where people remember my grandparents. A place where the air feels like air to me, not dusty and dry, but not soupy either. It's hot as sin in the summer, and just as sticky, but it makes me feel alive. It's the one place on earth that I don't mind hanging out outdoors. My mother has offered to let me live there with my husband if we would act as caretakers to the land. I can't even bring myself to tell my husband this. He cannot (will not) leave his family, who are all here in Texas. I love him more than this little piece of heaven, so I will stay here with him. But somedays, I miss it enough that I think my heart is bleeding. Today is one of those days. I miss it so much I feel like I can't catch my breath.
Monday, June 14, 2010
I'm going through husband withdrawls. You see, we work for the same corporation, and used to work in the same office. However, since I work in payroll, we knew that was always going to be temporary. I've now been transferred to another location, and I can't ogle my husband all day long anymore. I have to content myself with photos instead.
This is obviously our cake cutting. This is the photo I have taped to my computer monitor for when I need a quick "Daniel fix."
He gets upset, but I always tell him he's easy on the eyes. ;)
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Yesterday I got a WONDERFUL package from Val in the Netherlands. She and I were in the Color Swap 7 on Ravelry.com, and she was given my name. (It was a secret swap.) She chose some lovely things in purple for me, and I can't wait to use everything!
We were to include something handmade, and Valerie made me a WONDERFUL headband. (I know the picture is terrible, and I'm sorry. My camera is being weird, so I was stuck with my camera phone.) She also sent some fun roving in a grey and purple stripe, and some really pretty lace weight purple yarn. The box was full of purple goodies, a bag that folds into a tiny pouch, a little bag that will be perfect for holding scissors, a new loofah, two really pretty placemats, chocolates, licorice, lavender incense, a set of circular needles, a seam ripper (which I REALLY needed), sesame candies, the waffle cookies that are so Dutch (and so yummy), and a really pretty card she made for me!
I feel completely spoiled rotten! DH and I delved into the waffle cookies immediately, and I spent the evening looking at lace shawl patterns for the yarn she sent!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
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Monday, June 7, 2010
Tell us something that you have stitched or plan to stitch for any father in your life. Why did you choose this particular piece of stitching? Tell us the story behind it.
The VERY first thing I ever stitched was a bookmark for my father's birthday. I was 13 and living in Libreville, Gabon. (In Africa.) I was there over the summer, and all my playmates had gone home to the US, France or South Africa for the summer. The wife of my dad's boss was a really nice lady, who missed having her own girls around (they were in college) so, she took me under her wing that summer. She would pick me up a couple of days a week, we'd go and have a ladies' lunch, and then would go back to her home for an afternoon of needlework. She loved to cross stitch, and she set me up with needle, Aida fabric, and a book of alphabets. I decided to stitch a simple bookmark that said "SUPER DAD" in big bold block letters. Once I was finished, Mrs. Abrahamson took me to the local market, and we found a fabric that matched the blue DMC thread I used. My father was thrilled, and for years it was his ONLY bookmark. He always used it. Then, one trip to London, he forgot his book in the hotel where he was staying, and lost the bookmark. When my mother told me, I stitched up a new one for my Dad, which he is still using today.
My father is a man of simple tastes, and he doesn't ever really use the things that my mother and I make for him. He has a box full of his treasures, and that's where the things we make end up. It really just warms me up when I think of him using my bookmark.
Often times we identify our love of needlework and our skills with our mothers and grandmothers or other women. It's understandable because they were often our first teachers or role models. Now, let's think about our stitching life as it relates to our dads. Is there anything about our approach to stitching that we can recognize as traits of our fathers? For instance does your dad (or any other important man in your life) have an approach to one of his interests that you can observe and think, "Hey... if I substitute the word needlework for fly fishing we'd be pretty darn similar!" So tell us about it.
Well, this one is a little tougher for me. My father has only one hobby, gardening. He enjoys fishing, but for him, that has more to do with going out and staring at the water. Drives me nuts! LOL I haven't lived with my father full time since I was 14. For more than half of my life, I've lived away from my parents. First it was boarding school, then college, then just being grown. Now, when I go home to visit, my days are spent with my mother, and my nights are for my father. (They are still together, they just have WILDLY different interests, and my father still works, whereas my mother is a homemaker mainly.) I would say that my project planning comes from my dad. He stares at a spot in his garden, and sort of chews over it in his mind. Then, he comes up with something that he just knows will be perfect in that spot, maybe a stand of bamboo? Then, he goes to his favorite nursery and stands around staring at the bamboo, but his eyes keep being drawn to a lovely lantana plant. He's trying to make a decision about which bamboo to choose, but he just can't rip his eyes off of the lantana. In fact, the more he looks at it, the more he realizes that his whole plan is off! He must have that lantana for the right corner, so he'll have to rip up EVERYTHING and start again! He then comes home with a truck bed full of lantana and roses and other hardy flowers, and starts digging up the back yard, for the 5th time since he's been living in the US again.
Me, that's my approach to choosing colors for a piece. I just KNOW that I want to stitch that Quaker medallion in a ruby red. A yummy, bright ruby red. But, when I toddle down to my LNS, I see this gorgeous peacock blue. It's so deep and shimmery, and then I realize that I don't want to stitch this in reds and browns, I want blues and purples! So, I buy up everything, and go home to frog.
Of course, I could also say that I'm like my father's father. Actually, I'm nothing like either of my grandfathers. They were products of their generation, and while always loving towards me, not exactly close and cuddly. They are men to be respected and obeyed. I never ever feared my grandfathers, but I have always been closer to my grandmothers. (My father's parents are both still with us, while neither of my mother's parents are.) All that said, I've tried to be a good granddaughter and live up to the high standards they set (and met) for themselves. My father's father is a perfectionist. I am not, but I understand the impulse in my needlework, as he does with his watercolors. When we are doing work we like, we both show it off to everyone who stands still long enough. However, if we're not pleased with the work, we redo it, over and over and over until it's right. While we're in a redo phase, we don't show our work to anyone. If we miss a mistake, and realize it later, we're horrified.
One note, I was always happier when I was hanging out with my grandmothers, or my mom. I enjoyed their hobbies so much more. I have always been proud of the women I have been fortunate enough to be related to. I have picked up their traits over the years, and I hope to be a credit to them. That said, when I consciously tried to emulate my relatives, it was the men that I chose to imitate. I have a really weird walk because I tried to walk like my dad. My love for Afghan food comes straight from my paternal grandfather. And, just like my maternal grandfather, if I'm going to drive a tractor, it's going to be a John Deere.
I have been blessed with my family. We're all completely insane, and don't even get along all the time, but I have never questioned that I am loved. I see in my husband's family that love is not always guaranteed. I can honestly say that if I had a choice in family, I would choose mine, even with the crazy aunts, estranged in-law's and that bootlegger cousin we don't really talk about. (We're pretty sure it was the revenuer's fault and Jimmy Stewart did play him in a movie...)
Friday, June 4, 2010
I'm still coughing like I have the plague by the way, which is nice because my co-workers are still avoiding me in the same manner. I've been quite productive. With work that is, I feel like I haven't done ANYTHING crafty. Although, that's not quite true, I've just started a bunch of stuff, I haven't really finished anything yet.
Finish stitching 1 Baby Gift
Work on This is the Day
Finish BBD's Easter Parade (not too much to go)
Sort out fabric for and start working on 3th Colony Bay
Work on Serena's scarf
Work on my scarf
Lofty goals, I know. I just don't want This is the Day to become a UFO, so I want to be sure that I stitch some on it. The babies are due sooner rather than later, so I really need to get cracking on that!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Don't you just LOVE Vonna's work! The Redbird is for my mother's birthday, in July. And, Queen Bee is for my sister in law, as a just because. So, thankfully I won't have to wait too long to give them theirs. It's going to just KILL me to wait on giving my grandmother her's though. Maybe I could give it to her for Grandparent's Day... I'll probably just send it on a Tuesday, and then have to come up with something else for Christmas. Although, I know that if Vonna finishes it, what I stitch will be gorgeous!
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Lee from Lake Stitcher has posted this question on her blog. I've actually thought about this a lot in my life...
Suppose we say that there are two types of stitchers.
There are those who enjoy the “process” of stitching. They stitch for stitching’s sake and if something gets finished, so much the better, but it’s not necessarily the end goal. Primarily, it’s the application of needle and thread to cloth that makes them happiest.
Then there are those who are “project” stitchers. They move steadily through their projects, certainly enjoying their stitching time, but finding their greatest joy in the completed stitching.
If you had to pick one to describe yourself, which type of stitcher would you be? I imagine that we could all say that we fall somewhere in between, but really think hard about this and try to pick just one. And once you’ve decided whether you’re a Process or Project stitcher, tell us if your recognize that approach in other parts of your life.
I am a process person. Whether it comes to knitting, stitching, or even my attempts at quilting, what I enjoy is the act of making something, not the finished piece itself. I give you this example. I have often talked about how I really enjoyed stitching Blackbird Designs's Easter Parade. And I did, I thoroughly enjoyed the stitching of the basket, and the bunny. Well, imagine my surprise when I ran across my work the other day and saw that I never finished the bunny. Apparently I didn't enjoy stitching the border. That said, I'm not concerned that I didn't finish it. I will probably get back to it eventually. But, I still find it to be one of my favorite things that I've stitched. With my knitting, it's the same. I have 3 projects on needles, and they're all destined to be VERY long scarves. I love each stitch I make, I love the feel of the yarn under my fingers, and the click of my needles. I even love winding the ball when I begin. I will probably finish these scarves, but I'm not concerned if it takes me three years to actually get to it. I'm having fun after all. :)
Friday, April 30, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
One Word, No Explanation
Not as easy as you might think...
1. Yourself: A-
2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend husband: husband
3. Your hair: brown
4. Your mother/stepmother: artist
5. Your dog: feline
6. Your favorite item: ring
7. Your dream last night: family
8. Your favorite drink: dietcoke
9. Your dream car: sexy
10. The room you are in: office
12. Your fear: burning
13. What you want to be in 10 years: mother
14. Who you hung out with last night: Lisa
15. What you’re not: organized
16. Muffin: cinnamon
17. One of your wish list items: maid
18. Time: afternoon
19. The last thing you did: payroll
20. What you are wearing: pants
21. Your favorite weather: cold
22. Your favorite book: history
23. The last thing you ate: popcorn
24. Your life: frantic
25. Your mood: detatched
26. Your best friend(S): far
27. What are you thinking about right now? sleep
28. Your car: husband's
29. What are you doing at the moment? listening
30. Your summer: hot
31. Your relationship status: newlywed
32. What is on your TV? NBC 5
33. What is the weather like?: gorgeous
34. When is the last time you laughed?: morning
taken from Crafting with the Stitch Witch