tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17144461423833933552024-03-13T21:36:35.122-07:00just me...janjust me... janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720013472450714232noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714446142383393355.post-27148127561088881432012-07-31T14:57:00.001-07:002012-08-09T10:24:30.723-07:00Lunch...Laughter...and Squeems...Sooooo Priceless!<div style="text-align: justify;">
So my best buddy from Houston, Debbie Hauglum, sent me a joke dealio this mornin' about some poor woman on an innocent shopping trip. Said shopper was all hot over some kind of red floppy hat, thinkin' she looked all GORGEOUS in the mirror, when she spied a rack of Spanx products behind her. OH MY GAWD!!!! Apparently the hat shopper was new to Spanx...but she was curious! ROFLOL I don't have to tell y'all the rest of the tale...we've all been there...moanin' and groanin' in the dressing room with our Spanx...wonderin' WHAT IN BLAZES HAPPENED TO THAT FIGURE I ONCE HAD??????</div>
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Good lord...I remember the days when my 5'9" frame weighed in at 128 pounds and I was solid as a rock! Excuse me while I wipe away the tears dripping down my cheeks along with the snot pouring from my nostrils!!!! I was a student back then who earned spending money as a swimming instructor. I wore a wicked mean Speedo folks...when I snapped the elastic at my butt cheeks it freakin' sang! GAWD...today I'd have to hunt down a humpback whale to find enough hide to cover those same sweet cheeks!<br />
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Yeah...forty years, two sons, cancer, and a whackadoodle thyroid later, I'm just a SMIDGEON heavier. ROFLOL Now, if you buy that line, contact me...I'll give you my private number...I've got swampland I'm itchin' to unload! Sure, I've gained poundage...snarfin' down snoballs and strawberry Twizzlers for forty years doesn't keep one svelte! But there's help for those of us who have beefed up!! We prideful ladies have the ability to get out there and buy ourselves some of those wonderful products known as "shapewear"!!!</div>
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I got my first "shapewear" with Debbie and another cohort, Kathy Berger, when the three of us decided to do lunch one sunny summer day. Over salad and wine we yammered about this and that and somehow ended up yakkin' about gettin' "properly sized" for bras. Kathy had just gotten herself "sized" and was literally foamin' at the mouth about one of her primo new bras...claimed she never felt so regal! Debbie and I hadn't been "sized" in ages so we were game to give it a go...so off to the specialty shoppe we went!</div>
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I haven't howled so loud in a dressing room in my life! The "sizing" bit is a great thing to do...if nothing else, it's VERY enlightening! The chance that you're wearing the wrong size bra is probably very high...unless you've undergone the sizing experience within the last year. I was waaaayyyyy off on band size...THAT was a shocker to me...but I digress. Once we knew what we were shopping for we were off and running...rackin' up all manner of pretty new bras etc...specialty shoppes have THE best crappola!!!!! </div>
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All of a sudden a rather plump young woman came in and began flappin' her yapper about undergarments for her upcoming wedding. She needed "this" and "that" to enable her to fit into her wedding dress. She tried on different things and asked our opinions etc. In no time at all the shoppe ceased to be a retail space and turned into a "girlie party" with women poppin' in and out of dressing rooms showin' each other assorted cha cha items each wanted to purchase. At one point our bride-to-be sauntered out in a "corset type waist cinching dealio" that intrigued all three of us. "WHAT is THAT?!!??" I asked. The bride laughed and said "It's my Squeem! I wouldn't go anywhere without it!" </div>
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A Squeem??? Yes...you read that right...a Squeem! The bride had purchased hers right there in that shoppe! Immediately Debbie and I asked to try one on...if the bride wore hers 24/7/365 well, WE could certainly wear the dang thing for a couple hours! OH LORDY! The shop grew quiet as both Debbie and I, in separate dressing rooms, began to attach the Squeems to our fat riddled frames. Kathy sat outside the curtained doors on a beautiful velvet couch...howling at the top of her lungs...claiming she was passin' on the Squeem...she'd find some cha cha panties or a to-die-for slip.<br />
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It took a bit of doing to get the freakin' thing out of the package, but at last my trembling fingers began to wrap the miracle of miracles around my midriff. Wait...what in blazes was goin' on??!!!?? The clerk claimed the size she brought me was the PERFECT fit for my measurements. Holy Crappola Batman! I swear the thing had to have a 7 or 8 inch gap from side to side! SOMEHOW I had to hook an entire line of hook & eyes, enclosing myself into the torture device. Yes, the Squeem is not for the faint of heart...it takes courage to put this thing on...check that...it takes strength... MAJOR strength...the kind that only Stallone and Schwarzenegger possess. I tugged, I pulled, I ripped two freakin' fingernails clean off, the headband I was wearing pinged off my head, my nose ran, beads of sweat formed on my eyeballs...but at last I managed to get the top hook & eye connected!! Only forty four more to go! Then I heard the clerk lightly rap on the wall and whisper "I forgot to tell you to start at the BOTTOM and work your way up to the top!!"<br />
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Say What??? I heard a clink on the floor...the clinking was nothing more than chunks of my own brain matter sliding out my left ear. GAWD She wants me to start over?!!?? I called out to Debbie..."Yo Deb!! Did you start at the top?" Her reply was really more of a snarling hiss followed by some strangled sobbing. "I'm startin' over again! Hang in there Debbie!!! If that plumpy bride can do it so can we!" All I heard was one long moan and a head banging against the wall.<br />
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Hookin' the Squeem at the bottom from the start is the only way to go...however, by the time you pass over your hips you can pretty much kiss all your fingernails goodbye, half the skin on your palms will be chaffed off, and you'll swear you're well on your way to developing nerve damage in your hands. Once you reach total closure, your breasts, if you're well endowed, will more than likely be sittin' right under your ear lobes...your chin will be where your nose once was...your eyeballs will be sittin' where your eyebrows used to be...and your nose...well...honey...trust me on this one...you don't want to know...just pray for small breasts! <br />
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As I reached total closure and gazed into the mirror I couldn't help myself...the howling started out low...a soft chuckle that grew into racking peals of laughter...then I heard a slow rumble from the other dressing room that turned into wave after wave of uncontrollable snorting and giggling...Debbie was seeing the same thing...a sight so abhorrent neither of us dared to leave our curtained shelter...but both couldn't stop laughing. <br />
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Finally Debbie choked out "Are you gonna buy this damn thing Jan?" To which I replied "Of course I am!! This is the best laugh I've had in ages!! Are you??" To which she replied "I have to, I'm afraid if I remove it I'll wet my pants!"<br />
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One Squeem: $65<br />
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just me...sayin' I haven't worn the Squeem lately...I need to save as much brain matter as possible...jan</div>just me... janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720013472450714232noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714446142383393355.post-33793514640799036892012-07-16T01:45:00.000-07:002012-08-02T15:06:53.333-07:00Two Sisters, One Card, And Electric Auras Gone Haywire!!<div style="text-align: justify;">
So I've got this whackjob of a sister named Judith (I call her Jude) that I adore who came for a visit a couple months ago. She arrived in a whirlwind and left the same way...leaving behind what I call "metallic snaps" that have left my home in an uproar. I have a hard enough time dealing with my OWN electric auras...but now I'm dealin' with Jude's as well!!! It's a long story...grab a cup of tea...Jude is a freakin' mess folks!</div>
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I won't say it started at birth...we didn't have ANYTHING in common with each other until she married her first husband (God rest his soul)...HE was responsible for turning her into a normal human being. Until the day she floated down the marriage aisle, I had NOTHING to say to her...we were polar opposites. Yet, in record time, that blessed man turned my sister into a rip snortin', fun lovin', laugh a minute gal pal I've got the pleasure to have in my life to the end of my days.</div>
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I found out how REALLY funny she was years ago when I was still a university student. It was my birthday and she sent me a Hallmark card on March 4, 1972....THIS card...a rough and tumble cardboard piece of crappola with a crudely drawn flower on the front surrounded by inky fingerprints...gorgeous? NOT!</div>
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When I opened it the inside caption read "El Cheapo Strikes Again!" I immediately began to howl...finding the humor in the sentiment delightful. THEN I noticed she had forgotten to sign the freakin' thing!!!! That fact made me howl even harder 'cuz it set my mind to plottin' and plannin'. </div>
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Oh yes...NO ONE was ever going to out-do me!!!! El Cheapo my eye!!! HER birthday was just two months later...you can see where this is goin' can't you. Of course you can! Naturally I inked up my index finger, planted it among the inside splotches, signed my name, the date (May 13, 1972) and sent it to her with no further description. Who's El Cheapo now?? The resultant phone conversation was hilarious. </div>
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Fast forward one year...March 4, 1973...guess what arrives in my mailbox? THE CARD...with another inked up fingerprint...this time signed "Jude March 4, 1973"...OH MY GAWD!!!! It was at this moment...this treasured nugget of time that I realized my sister and I DID have something in common...a wicked sense of humor...a bond that we would share through thick and thin. And out of that silly little bit of Hallmark ephemera a tradition was born! How so??? Well...."The Card" has continued to sail back and forth between the two of us ever since then. Yes...that's FORTY years of birthdays folks! Here's some of the proof:</div>
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Oh...we've missed some years...blocks of time where each has apologized for not gettin' "The Card" in the mail, but promising that whoever had it at the time was keepin' it safe and sound. This year Jude hand delivered it to me...after HER birthday so there is no chance of me receivin' it in the post next year...but I'm keepin' it safe in the dining room buffet until May, 2013 rolls around! I think she knows what she'll find in her birthday mail! </div>
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Now her visit was PRIMO fun but a tad distressful for poor Jude. Prior to her departure she had a "treatment" from one of her hoodoo voodoo people (that's what I call them) who waved hands over her body to attempt to connect with her electrical aura...ummmmm...yeah, you read that right. I can't believe she actually pays people to wave hands over her and then flap their yappers at her...GAWD! Apparently Jude's "aura" was flyin' all over the place and this woman was havin' one heck of a time reinin' it in and simply didn't get the job done before departure time. Sooooo when she and her husband (I call him "the Saint") arrived I could probably have used her body (and aura) as a glo-stick that night in the back yard! Well, the hoodoo voodoo woman must have known sumthin' cuz Jude was takin' out cell phones left and right! I kid you not! Every time I turned around she was punchin' on a dead cell phone tryin' to raise up some kind of power. She even took out mine! And it was in the freakin' car! Thank GAWD my husband always has his turned off! </div>
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Exhausted from the drive and not being able to yammer on her cell, she fell prey to a couple glasses of wine and eventually headed up to one of the guest rooms with "the Saint"...lordy but I adore him! I had the programmable thermostat set at 72 degrees and told them they could also turn on the ceiling fan as well. Naturally the next morning "the Saint" mentioned that it had gotten pretty hot upstairs. HUH??? My upstairs is ALWAYS cool!!! So I tromped up there to check out the thermostat....it was a blazing 85 degrees! Yeah...JUDE HAD WALKED BY IT! I reprogrammed it again to 72 degrees. Unfortunately every time Jude strolled by it her "aura" knocked the dang thing out! THEN she strolled into the sitting room up there where "the Saint" was quietly watching television...he was behaving...bothering NO ONE...and what does Jude and her freakin' aura do??? YUP! She futzes up the tv remote! Lordy! Without our whiz kids here to straighten matters like that out my husband and I are basically paralyzed! After a LOT of flicking, switching, and moaning and groaning I was able to fix it and banned her from that room. </div>
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We drove to Waxahachie one night for catfish...she affected the air conditioning in the vehicle. After awhile I was almost afraid to have her around anymore. I didn't need HER aura rubbin' off on me. I have some of these issues myself...although not on such a grand scale. The only time I've attempted to purchase a lotto ticket the lotto machine broke as soon as I stepped up to the counter. The clerk said it had never happened before and he'd been selling lotto tickets with said machine since Texas started the lotto. With me it's SMALL electrical things...I've NEVER taken out an entire air conditioning system before!</div>
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Well, Jude's visit came to an end. We said a teary goodbye in the driveway...hugs all 'round. I watched her climb into the car and decided to wait there until they had driven out of sight. Hmmmm...five minutes, the dog was gettin' antsy....ten minutes....what in blazes was "the Saint" doin'??? He finally rolled down the window to explain he was attempting to gear up the GPS...OH GAWD...I strolled up to his window...yup...there was Jude...punchin' the dang GPS and gettin' no where. Her "aura" was workin' overtime and had taken out their directional device. The cell phones were still dead. I couldn't believe it. I swear I was thinkin' that if there were any justice in the world a black hole would appear somewhere in Texas, Jude's aura would lead them to it, and put them out of their misery...maybe "the Saint" was praying for just that by then! Needless to say she never did get the GPS to work and snagged a good old fashioned map. Me? I heaved a sigh of relief, wiped away a tear, grabbed the dog, and headed into the house....WHERE I'VE BEEN PLAGUED BY JUDE'S LEFTOVER AURA EVER SINCE! It's taken two months to get the air conditioner thermostat working correctly upstairs...the one downstairs started acting up within five hours of her departure, but that only lasted for a little over two weeks. The GPS in my vehicle got screwy the first time I attempted to use it after she left...but it's working fine now. I haven't used my cell phone...perhaps I should check it out??? ROFLOL</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sooo I decided to jump on the bandwagon with everyone else and join the party this year...MASSIVE groan! When I made the decision I was feelin' all puffed up and rarin' to go...I think Dawn over at Feathered Nest got me all amped into thinkin' I could get my two rooms lookin' like sumthin' the rest of y'all have...GAWD what a massive mistake THAT was! </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I've been pushin' myself weekly through physical therapy to recover from rotator cuff surgery...things have been goin' peachy until this week...hit a snag with the freakin' two pound weights...holy crappola batman! My left arm feels like it's been ripped out of it's socket! ROFLOL So draggin' out bits and bobs to "pretty up" my rooms like everyone else just wasn't in the cards. THEN my dang dog decided to sleep in the small of my back last night...result? I'm gimpin' around like Gabby Hayes!!!! I kid you not folks! If it weren't for walls, banisters, and furniture to clasp onto I'd be flat on my keister! Yet with all of that goin' on I STILL picked up my camera and plowed on, spending around two and a half hours snapping photos of just how wonderfully organized I am...or anal retentive to those who know me well. Happy with the results, I snapped open the film card slot to find it EMPTY!!! </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Yeah...you read it right...no film! So I dragged my behinder downstairs...18 steps...groaning the entire way and commenced to shoving two packages of coconut snoballs into my jaws before I could tramp back up those 18 steps to get the following shots. They're not the best...I didn't have a lot of time...the freakin' battery died on me. Soooo if it's "pretty" you want to see, well, head over to Dawn's blog...her entry is LOADED with cha cha snaps!!! Me? I'm into sorting, sifting, boxing etc. and then draggin' out my label maker. I'm the only one I know who buys label maker tape by the ream!</span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> I like to store my "daily grab and use" tools in depression glass pieces...they're pretty hardy containers!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In this tall cabinet I store needlework and lacemaking supplies on the upper shelves. The plastic stacked bins are "kitted up" scrapbooking projects that are ready to go whenever I get to them!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This cabinet stores all my collection of ink pads...sorted according to brand and type...naturally! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lacemaking books and assorted "tear sheet" binders</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Necessary tools for paperwork that I wouldn't dream of adding to the clutter on my desktop.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My "punch drawer" to hold my favorite punches. I also have a pull out work surface and a specially designed drawer to house 12 x 12 hanging files for paper scraps...it's PRIMO!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This alcove in my office has been a bit of a challenge. I've yet to get draperies commissioned for the window, but thanks to Pinterest I know what I want!!! The furniture houses assorted vintage linens, gloves, flowers, coin purses, and glass pieces. The bin on the bottom contains ALL of the doilies and crafting laces I possess...don't laugh...I've only been in the mixed media game for a short time!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A few items I actually crafted myself...the bird on the box created at a Gilded Life event...the felted crown on the left at the last Paper Cowgirls' event.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charlottes and buttons...can there ever be enough???</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My "comfy" chair...still searching for the perfect side table! A bit of Feathered Nest's artwork on the door, a sweet bit of glittered petite ballet shoes made with Lisa McIllvain...and some of my own ribbonwork.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A ribbon gallette...I love making these little things!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My beadwork cabinet</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I use beads for LOTS of things...to spangle lacemaking bobbins, enhance embroidery and ribbonry, work into paper creations and now toss into the mixed media game...the uses are endless!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just a little sumthin' I created...hearts with Vicki Stevenson and a resin piece with Leslie Venable.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Into my "Store" room...this is where I house the brunt of my supplies...that's why I call this room "Jan's Store"! EVERYTHING in here is labeled!!!! If it weren't I'd never be able to find it! Between Elfa (and the rest of the crappola that the Container Store sells) and my P-Touch label maker I'm a happy camper!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These plastic storage drawers house paper collections along with coordinating embellishments. The central drawers without white labeled fronts hold unfinished projects...yes...I'm groaning!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The easiest way I know of to store ribbon...try it...EVERYONE has an old hall tree for pity's sake!!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Center drawers house scrapbooking supplies...lower shelves: scrapbooking and artwork supplies.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another work surface with scrapbooking tools. Cabinet and drawers house art as well as office supplies.</td></tr>
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And that covers my two rooms gang...like I said, it ain't pretty...but it's organized...well...until I tear into it when workin' on a project...then it looks like a disaster! But then y'all know what's that's like don't ya??!!?</div>
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just me...takin' my gimpy self down those 18 steps for some coffee!...jan</div>
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<br /></div>just me... janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720013472450714232noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714446142383393355.post-1926045593320317422012-07-07T11:09:00.000-07:002012-09-27T06:46:42.808-07:00Le Tour, Olympic Trials, Crafting, Canton, Doll Heads, Agatha Raisin, and oh yeah...I Didn't Die!!!<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i> Whew! What a week it's been! I've been zoomin' gang. Guess I'd better begin by noting that I made it through my surgery without dyin'! Didn't think anyone would seriously take notice of my rotator cuff adventure...but when one gets email from Pinterest followers wonderin' what the dealio is...whether I've gone toes up or not, well, I guess that tells me I need to post a tad more often!</i></div>
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<i> Yeah, things went well surgery-wise. I've now been through five weeks of therapy...I can beat the crappola out of anyone with a two pound weight! Ummm...yes, you can say it, I'm NOT dangerous...yet! It's gonna be about a year they tell me before things are back to normal...ACK!!!! But I've regained full mobility and that is somethin' to be proud of, so I'm givin' myself gold stars for that. </i></div>
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<i> During my "down time" I spent a ton of time reading...thank GAWD for the fact I have two Nooks! While one was charging, I was burnin' up the other. I'm goin' through an English murder mystery phase. Somehow, after plowing through 8 or 9 random reads, I discovered MC Beaton's "Agatha Raisin"...the character is a total scream and I'm now deep into book 19 or 20...bemoaning the fact that there are only a few left to read..."snakes and bastards!" as Agatha would say...I'll probably have to jump over to her "Hamish McBeth" series next. If you're interested in a delightful tale that's also a quick read, give Beaton a chance...you won't be disappointed!</i></div>
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<i> On other fronts...I've been attempting to complete some crafting projects, namely the fabric book I started with KC Willis. I took the class with several sweet friends, all of whom have completed their books ages ago. The following photos show "my" version of KC's style:</i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this is my cover...a few bits and bobs given to me from classmates</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I call the first two pages my "mother of pearl" pages</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">these MOP pages were the first ones I worked on in class...took a bit of time to get in the swing of things!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I found a number of the embellishments for the above page in Canton...GREAT place for items like this!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">a bit of glitz and glam via Ebay, antique shops, and The Gilded Girls kits!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">again, more vintage pieces found at Canton for the above page</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this is one of my favorite pages...I just like the way it came together</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">a rather "soft" looking page...a key to remembrance</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">could she get any more prim and proper???? I ask you!!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">oh!!! this sweet young thing with the virginal apron...ummm...that cigar band in the mother of pearl buckle states "officer's club"...yes...she's really a tart from long ago! who did she think she was foolin'!!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">these two gals are go-getters...the little charm says "take the road less traveled"...they've shopped at Eiband's in Galveston, TX and bought milk in Crocket City, Ohio...the two of them DON'T waste time!!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this sweet young thing is dreamin' of what's next...and so am I!!!</td></tr>
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<i> Once I got my book completed I figured I needed to replenish some of my crafting crappola and headed out to Canton with fellow nutball Cindy Craine. We thumbed our noses at 100 degree weather, lathed on sun screen, and commenced to yammerin' and barterin' with vendors under a Texas sun that could sear steaks on concrete. Below you will find my pickings for the day. Oh my!!! </i></div>
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<i> OH HO!!!! Can you see it? Right there in the center of all that hot mess???? Can it be???? NO! She didn't!!! She wouldn't!!!! Holy Crappola Batman!!! YES! I DID!!!! I BOUGHT A FREAKIN' DOLL HEAD! I can't believe it...I actually caved and bought one! Although Cindy said it really doesn't count as an "official" doll head 'cuz it's not creepy enough...it doesn't have eyeballs that roll into the back of it's head, it isn't cracked anywhere, and it's not just plain ugleeeee. But "doll head" is "doll head" in my mind and I feel I've completely crossed over into the dark side ranks formed by these mixed media women...GAWD...there can't be a LOWER level of dark side just for those enamoured of creepazoid doll heads can there? If so, I don't believe I want to find out!</i></div>
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<i> Le Tour 2012 is well underway...horrific crashes this first week have peeled skin on many and taken several riders out of the competition...something no one ever wants to see. Many say "it's just a bike race"...to that I say "POSH!" For the life of me I have NO idea what drives these athletes to punish themselves for three weeks solid. I don't pretend to know anything about the technicalities of cycling, however I'm absolutely fascinated by not only the physical strength required in the sport, but the mental engineering each peddler must possess...oftentimes at split second speed. Witnessing teams work together to maneuver their "star" into perfect position is akin to watching fine ballet moves. And all of the drama taking place at rather high speeds...with no padding for protection...man and machine...it makes for rather thrilling viewing. This year I'm hoping England's Bradley Wiggins takes top honors...no reason...well, it would be a nice nod for the queen's jubilee wouldn't it?!??</i></div>
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Hey gang...so I'm havin' surgery tomorrow mornin'...nuthin' to worry about...but I'm tellin' everyone who will listen that I'm havin' a face lift and a boob job that will make me known as "Morgana of Mansfield"!!! And, like every other doink out there preparing to have a surgical procedure, I spent some time Sunday afternoon watching (and cringing) a program about surgical mistakes on patients and the outcomes that resulted. Holy Crappola Batman!!!! ROFLOL</div>
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The worst situation involved a surgical towel, rather large, left inside some poor gent, which turned into a gangrenous entanglement that ended up affecting his entire quality of life. Anyhoo...while having our evening chat that night, I mentioned this horror story to my husband and uttered that, fortunately, I didn't think a surgical towel could be left forgotten in the three small incisions needed for my rotator cuff surgery. We both laughed and went on to other topics...quickly forgetting all things medical...UNTIL...</div>
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My husband...aka Mr. Charm...bounces out of bed at the clanging of the alarm and shouts "WHAT A DREAM!" Naturally I answer back "So you had a dream? Wanna share?" Mr. Charm blathers away "I dreamt I took you to have your surgery on Friday! Everything was fine and then they came out and told me you died! Someone left a surgical towel in you!" Hmmmmmmmm...So I just kind of looked at him and said "Wow...what did YOU do then?" I couldn't believe his response...it was SUCH a man thing to say...wait for it...it's priceless...he said "What do you THINK I did? I died too of course!" ROFLOL My response? I immediately started to howl and shouted "What a freakin' liar you are Ralphie boy!" Note to self, and all you females out there...men don't like to be called "liars" at 5:20 a.m. Anyhoo...Mr. Charm got all puffed up and actually said "HOW do you know I didn't die?" So I told him IF he had really died in his dream I'd be on the phone to the funeral home, his mother, and the morgue instead of sittin' in bed laughin' myself silly. "EVERYONE knows that when you die in your dreams that's IT! You're done pal! It's OVER Ralphie!!! You're toes up buddy! Old timers start draggin' out coins to plop on your eyeballs!" I howled. I was laughin' so hard I could hardly breathe. Well, he finally admitted he didn't die..."but I had a REALLY tough time goin' it alone Jan!" GAWD! Men!!!! I then dragged my fat behinder out to the kitchen for some coffee...hummin' a funeral dirge the entire time. He wasn't very amused!!! </div>
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So you might be askin' yourselves what I've been doin' since "the big announcement"...hmmmmm...well, I've been keepin' busy...tyin' up loose ends...takin' care of business...since I'm dyin' on Friday dontcha know! Yup...mailed off a whole passel of crappola that needed to be returned for one reason or another...packed up and posted a little party favor to a sweet friend...FINALLY! Got busy cleanin' up my office and my "store" room...my label maker has been SMOKIN'!!!! Note to Charlene and Cindy...EVERYTHING is labeled and in containers...you don't even have to wait for my ashes to be returned to the house...come and get whatever you want...you both have storage lockers...I KNOW you have the space for ALL of this crappola!!! </div>
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While headin' out Tuesday to get my hair done (who wants to die with bad roots) I got a flat tire and who came to my aid in nano seconds???? The sweetest little man on the face of the planet! He turned out to be an attorney too!!!! Lordy!!!! I told him I would probably be needin' his services shortly! Of course I didn't tell him I was dyin' on Friday...he was only midway through changin' my tire...he might have dashed back to his vehicle thinkin' I was some kind of crazy woman. Well, I had to move the hair appointment to the next day to enable me to tend to my "tire situation"...sooooo once all my wheel woes were addressed, I decided to go shoppin' for sumthin' new to wear...gotta have sumthin' good hangin' in the closet to choose from...'cuz I'm dyin' and all. So, thanks to Sharon and Joan, my favorite little shopkeepers, I've got that issue covered...we also said our last goodbyes too! </div>
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<br />just me... janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720013472450714232noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714446142383393355.post-54749738943390480982012-03-19T12:50:00.001-07:002012-03-19T17:14:08.552-07:00Slide It On Over Paddy...Here Come The Pickle Queens!!!!<div style="text-align: justify;">I live in a sleepy little bedroom suburb south of Fort Worth, TX called Mansfield. As communities go, I'd say we fall into the "small town" mentality...and that's just fine with me...after livin' in Houston for twenty six years I was more than ready to leave the rat race behind! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mansfield "proper" boasts a sweet little historical three block main street, and this past Saturday it was PACKED! Yup...Mansfieldians came out in droves to celebrate the "Wearin' 'O The Green". HOWEVER the green everyone was saluting was in honor of the almighty PICKLE!!! <b>BEST MAID PICKLES</b> that is...packed and boxed up right here in our little town for any and all to enjoy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The day's festivities began at 11 a.m. sharp. My husband and I strolled into main street's ancient Farr Best Movie Theater to watch John Wayne and Maurine O'Hara on the big screen in "The Quiet Man"...one of my husband's favorite films...ya can't get more Irish than that! We dropped a mere $6 for admission, popcorn, and two bottled waters!!! The theater wasn't the ONLY thing that was a blast from the past!!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once the film ended and we greeted the sunshine again, the real madness began...it was time for The Pickle Parade!!! Holy Crappola Batman!!! I always felt this town had nuts and screwballs hidden deep behind closed doors, but I had NO idea how many there really were...and just how many were dancing precariously on that slim border between sanity and outright bazonker status! To say I was gobsmacked is puttin' it lightly. Example: those loopy Shriners who marched were probably amongst the tamest bunch of the lot!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The standouts were:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">-three dweeboids dressed KIND OF like clowns...I'm not sure if they were officially in the parade or not. They were doin' all manner of crazy things...zoinked out of their minds enough that mothers began grabbin' their children whenever they came strollin' by.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">-the doinks zoomin' down the street on segways at speeds so perilous there was a danger of something horrific happening to the crowd. Everyone screamed, eyes agog, as they watched the 300 pound head honcho perform a "one wheeled" maneuver with expert grace at top speed. It was sumthin' to see...certainly NOT natural!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">-the lone "green man" who strolled crazily left and right with no real purpose in mind. I turned to my husband and queried "ya think he escaped from the Alzheimer's Home?" Thank GAWD he wasn't tossin' candies to the children along the parade route!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">-OH!!! Let's not forget the eight crazed Elvis' on mini motorcycles!!!! These cats were so torked up NUTHIN' was gonna stop them! Not even the light post the one sportin' a green mohawk squeeked by when he went careening out of control, narrowly missing the FFA float. GAWD It was epic!!! How these Heartbreak Hotel Howlers were able to pop wheelies on those tiny cycles is beyond me...but they were "poppin'" like crazy!!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">-and then came the herd of Beagles!!! Yup...a freakin' herd of dogs!!! Not one marching band (we have FOUR high schools) in this parade, but man's best friend thought enough of town tradition to show up!!! Oh...I need to add that SOMEHOW one Westie interloper snuck into the herd...just how she figured to "blend in" is beyond me...but Mansfieldians are a pretty forgiving lot and she was allowed to march the entire length of the parade route...afterall, those three "clown guys" were all over the place too!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">just me...wonderin' where I can find me a red wig and green dress for next year...jan</div>just me... janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720013472450714232noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714446142383393355.post-25185822115375911312012-03-05T07:44:00.001-08:002012-03-05T11:38:59.093-08:00Needle Felting...Oh Lordy!!! Another Hobby???<div style="text-align: justify;">I was trollin' Pinterest (as usual) a couple weeks ago and came upon someone's board filled to the brim with all kinds of fanfreakingtastic examples of needle felted animals. WHEW!!!! I can't begin to tell y'all how blown away I was with the artistry laid out in front of me! </div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">I've been drawn to this art for several years now but haven't been able to locate anyone in my area teaching classes. So I figured a little Google search might prove fruitful. Hmmmmm...no such luck as far as local instruction...HOWEVER I did find several sites that offered mail order kits!!! Could I do this on my own? Was it really that difficult? Would I be tossin' my dollars to the wind?? Well...no guts, no glory!!! And so I proceeded to weed through the various kit sellers offering promises to turn me into an instant felt artist.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">I chose to purchase from Teresa Perleberg at Bear Creek Design & Felting, first and foremost because one of her designs is the most precious little bunny...and it looked like something within my capabilities...even though it was ranked as "advanced beginner". I was also drawn to Bear Creek because it's located in my native state of North Dakota...ya gotta support your backyard right??</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My kit arrived within a few days of ordering and I have to say I was impressed with the contents. The only thing I had to pull from my own stash of supplies was a simple needle and thread to aid in sewing eyes to the little rabbit! The instructions, complete with excellent photographs, were clear and easy to follow. For a mere $18.00 per kit price, one simply CAN'T go wrong in ordering from Bear Creek!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Two days later I sat down and commenced to start my needle felting adventure. I have to say I had planned to take photos of the process but, quite frankly, I was havin' soooo much fun I didn't feel like stopping and kept stabbin' away at the wool roving!! I couldn't wait to get to the part where I could "sculpt" the rabbit's face! It's amazing to me how the felting needles compact the roving into something rather "solid". After just a couple hours of playing, this is what my beginning efforts turned out:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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I don't want to brag...but I think old Rupert turned out pretty good...don't you?? Actually, the success factor is more than likely due to the wonderful instructions provided by Ms. Perleberg. After having such a positive outcome for my first time experience, I KNOW I'm ready to continue movin' forward with more needle felting challenges. Soooo...if YOU have been thinkin' about givin' needle felting a try...well...I say GO FOR IT!!! It's LOTS of fun and something that certainly WON'T be sittin' in your UFO pile that's for sure!!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">just me...wonderin' what it takes to raise a herd of sheep for my own wool?...jan</div>just me... janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720013472450714232noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714446142383393355.post-54367146843086111542012-02-25T03:05:00.000-08:002012-02-25T03:05:38.309-08:00I've been sucked into the black hole that is "Marthadom"...yet again!!!<div style="text-align: justify;">Years ago I was an ardent fan of Martha Stewart. When Martha told all of us to put our cakes on pedestals I followed her bidding like a three year old listening to mommy each and every day. When Martha yammered on incessantly about folding sheets and towels "just so" in order to get that PERFECT LOOK in our linen closets I followed her like one of General Patton's loyal troopers. I have THREE types of Rowenta irons, not just because I'm anal retentive to the max, but because Martha carefully explained the various need for having them...and it made COMPLETE sense to me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yes...to say I was blinded by Martha's "heavenly glow" is putting it lightly. I adored her, I worshiped her...I would have run over small children and lame animals to snatch up her latest merchandising offer. Yeah...I got bitten by Martha's bug...soooo fiercely there was no antibiotic that could touch the allergic reaction that resulted! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But "Martha Life" changed for me the Halloween season she introduced her "pumpkin snake"(check out her archives for instructions). Ah yes...the pumpkin snake...he was beautiful...he was glorious...he was freakin' spectacular! I spent an entire day hittin' EVERY pumpkin patch in town to gather up twenty two perfect pumpkins in ascending sizes to recreate that cha cha snake for my front yard. Martha made it look soooo easy!!! Long story short...it was a freakin' nightmare! More pulp than anyone would EVER want to see in an entire lifetime...seeds EVERYWHERE...and THEN came the drilling!!! Oh lordy!!! Pulp flyin' two and half miles down the block...GAWD...it took me almost three hours to clean up my kitchen...have I mentioned my lack of Martha's fleet of slaves? But every kid in the subdivision screamed in delight as they approached my home that Halloween...I LOVED it! Until two days later when I went to pick up said pumpkins...MASSIVE groan! Martha said to use the BIG Christmas light strings to illuminate it. In Texas this means the dang thing COOKED each and every pumpkin in our October heat. Yup...twenty two PIES crawling with fire ants! Martha lost her "glow" that day...BIG TIME! I quit watchin' her shows, stopped my subscription to her magazine, and lived my anal retentive lifestyle quite happily on my own WITHOUT her help!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But THEN came her Michael's crafting explosion! Oh Lordy!! I was briefly sucked back into the vortex once more. I think I can safely say ALL of us were. I was a goner as soon as I saw that all of her tools were "white" in color. I HAD to have them...as many as I could get...whether I already owned another version or not...if she had it in a white version I was going to buy it! </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjQ0WFnhfnHW71dQmCLiKNINguqVwpUFhg-Yx2gsPDqMeityEW4YM5qcoTenQ1mUXXkRMgSgIDsNElQMC22pdI6KlEfCqw8sECSHUhC5fpqAzobRDlWQ_bxN4jdd6zQh8oLlNBpRNvKjo/s1600/blog+post+photos+657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjQ0WFnhfnHW71dQmCLiKNINguqVwpUFhg-Yx2gsPDqMeityEW4YM5qcoTenQ1mUXXkRMgSgIDsNElQMC22pdI6KlEfCqw8sECSHUhC5fpqAzobRDlWQ_bxN4jdd6zQh8oLlNBpRNvKjo/s640/blog+post+photos+657.jpg" width="640" /></a>My "Martha Drawer"...filled with my favorite MS punches...DIVINE aren't they? I tremble with giddy glee EVERY time I open this drawer!!! At times a single tear has been known to slide down my left cheek!</div> <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbiRcznPx5PsL1tBIXNNSiA7AMFqzsH_Nmk99-pk15y3N4pis3daXTetNkiq02fpOdC7jpboafuQUCxcllvSLscXlu9acjNkbcYZfoOl0j99DG2FHRvza4WyJ2FD0Vi0HEBKukB724jQ8/s1600/blog+post+photos+660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbiRcznPx5PsL1tBIXNNSiA7AMFqzsH_Nmk99-pk15y3N4pis3daXTetNkiq02fpOdC7jpboafuQUCxcllvSLscXlu9acjNkbcYZfoOl0j99DG2FHRvza4WyJ2FD0Vi0HEBKukB724jQ8/s640/blog+post+photos+660.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> My "Martha Tools"...both circle cutters...her latest slice cutters...her scoring board...that FABULOUS fringing scissors...and, of course, what would one do without a couple of her bone folder tools? I mean REALLY??? Naturally I have ALL of these tools from other companies, but NOT in "Martha White"!!! I didn't have the energy to haul out my "Martha Ribbon" collection, or the strength to wheel out the cart filled to the brim with "Martha Glitters" to photograph for you...however, I know you don't have to use your imagination to conjure up the image I'm yammerin' about...y'all have the exact same crappola in YOUR homes too! Am I right, or am I right???!!!???!!!</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">Fortunately the rush faded quickly and I moved on...distracted by the myriad of other crafting company offerings to be had. Then last week a little nugget landed amongst my email messages. Hmmmmm...Martha has a new line of sum-sumthin' at Staples??? Interesting!!! I ADORE wandering through office supply shops...ALL anal retentive maniacs do...we can't help ourselves. The email message offered up a five dollar off coupon on a twenty dollar purchase. FABULOUS! Droppin' twenty bucks at Staples is easier than blinkin' my eyeballs!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So off I zoomed in my Cruiser to check out what her latest gig was all about. OH MY GAWD FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!! I not only got sucked back into the vortex...I entered an entirely new astral plane! I thought I'd be strong enough to fight off the "hold" Martha had on me so long ago...but I have to admit she's got me lock, stock, and barrel this time...I've been sucked into the black hole that is Marthadom!!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I strolled into Staples with that little coupon clutched in my fist and <b>THIS</b> is what was laid bare before me:</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u><b>OF COURSE I WENT INTO AN IMMEDIATE APOPLECTIC FIT!</b></u> I KNOW Howard Carter felt EXACTLY the same way when he first laid eyes on King Tut's tomb!!! Martha's "treasures" are an anal retentive's dream come true! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> If you want to organize it, she's got something to "put it in" for you!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3aHXCunEBRmiw1h1Olus9kL6KVLaQ2K3dpOK7OnRmW4YOIPJkVEHH8Lm1ntHzilvIA2wniuic7clkNLj_ufnunxWtZBC3qw2HB4gxxYLcft9jVfcPzv_YPdTTemB5iu4khmMv3YS-Qo/s1600/blog+post+photos+652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3aHXCunEBRmiw1h1Olus9kL6KVLaQ2K3dpOK7OnRmW4YOIPJkVEHH8Lm1ntHzilvIA2wniuic7clkNLj_ufnunxWtZBC3qw2HB4gxxYLcft9jVfcPzv_YPdTTemB5iu4khmMv3YS-Qo/s640/blog+post+photos+652.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Martha's shagreen desk top filing systems and storage boxes are simply gorgeous...I swooped in on them immediately. They're fanfreakingtastic! Ya gotta get 'em!!! I'll be going back for more soon!</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">If you want to label it...well, let's just say MARTHA IS THE LABEL QUEEN! I couldn't stop grabbin'...the assortment is just that vast!!!! And I didn't even get a photo of the chalk board ones!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdUxWl9Q8GalJsAeOTMsoQyMrThCxvJnSm7kkkr-F9bbmI-2L5cAXFfQLDNf8LFhdLyU59-T5VlNxsOXNJj6PmEVI_PYPWcWZZCE7GSSRrYcC-dRHA6aqj42hwHbOdxcir_9S9CiEMjg/s1600/blog+post+photos+651.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdUxWl9Q8GalJsAeOTMsoQyMrThCxvJnSm7kkkr-F9bbmI-2L5cAXFfQLDNf8LFhdLyU59-T5VlNxsOXNJj6PmEVI_PYPWcWZZCE7GSSRrYcC-dRHA6aqj42hwHbOdxcir_9S9CiEMjg/s640/blog+post+photos+651.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fc6LEciWZjpeW-d1Bd6otXZzCktJ-CMvtYRcmnd3XK0W6gElUIRM7e4SK6hAqpn6l3qljZdjRIOhk56g6Tf_mdBIfiMpTyd5y2WSFe_9o_6onCbcNQ4tVw3SUJJt1CN0vSvPDdIXTMo/s1600/blog+post+photos+650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fc6LEciWZjpeW-d1Bd6otXZzCktJ-CMvtYRcmnd3XK0W6gElUIRM7e4SK6hAqpn6l3qljZdjRIOhk56g6Tf_mdBIfiMpTyd5y2WSFe_9o_6onCbcNQ4tVw3SUJJt1CN0vSvPDdIXTMo/s640/blog+post+photos+650.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you want to revamp your filing system, Martha has the goods. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGMPiGhraOzffwEMe5r0QJ4gNW1zbmQj4LufuWjsO6-ivrfDb4NLJJgVjEBYZ09HuNfRGIzhquPE_3YOdCCGjgqdAXlH0mmP43O6RM_u43qYEkYJ7oYIwnX8vAOI51C57GTnXlZ20wGk/s1600/blog+post+photos+654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGMPiGhraOzffwEMe5r0QJ4gNW1zbmQj4LufuWjsO6-ivrfDb4NLJJgVjEBYZ09HuNfRGIzhquPE_3YOdCCGjgqdAXlH0mmP43O6RM_u43qYEkYJ7oYIwnX8vAOI51C57GTnXlZ20wGk/s640/blog+post+photos+654.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I LOVED the top shelf expandable file folders...they have a wide elastic band on the bottom for extra closure control and the elastic button closure loop can be placed in slots on the bottom back to keep the file open and free standing...brilliant!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrkcZo-WHV_8XN9QZqmfVtcECXf9c9VkQEGE4ui-vLDqHXGGecFyPX8qZejZG23ZZntGMaX2XAugToAQtIXciCm4xgFDFVr5axSRKuz0INdahIc_SE3D7PS11ICeDbg40YbndlWtVtuVU/s1600/blog+post+photos+653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrkcZo-WHV_8XN9QZqmfVtcECXf9c9VkQEGE4ui-vLDqHXGGecFyPX8qZejZG23ZZntGMaX2XAugToAQtIXciCm4xgFDFVr5axSRKuz0INdahIc_SE3D7PS11ICeDbg40YbndlWtVtuVU/s640/blog+post+photos+653.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">An assortment of Martha's "hanging" filing systems. ALL of her filing systems can be purchased in the beautiful shagreen option...I love it!!!</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">If you want to take up journaling...whew! Martha has some of the sweetest little journals around!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkjGFTHhsGpXENKSBvran2J6q1xJaf9kGwLq5uQx_uU18sdR7ABwZ_Eg6heNm9hWX3GvQFWAd4ih2w7R1ICtmX2b3h1Nptyq2iwrYf3jyBx3_KbCp90ng6psPbqdPrNBUbaZS0j5Wmhhs/s1600/blog+post+photos+648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkjGFTHhsGpXENKSBvran2J6q1xJaf9kGwLq5uQx_uU18sdR7ABwZ_Eg6heNm9hWX3GvQFWAd4ih2w7R1ICtmX2b3h1Nptyq2iwrYf3jyBx3_KbCp90ng6psPbqdPrNBUbaZS0j5Wmhhs/s640/blog+post+photos+648.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pictured here are Martha's "smooth" and "leatherette" finished journals. You can also get the shagreen finish option as well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6WPPTUvGas7vC4oFpS4JZgSSulVXneQnNQ-LKxhXzHBKFLkM572K0jqWJc_DO0tgyiLxeDSG1HbOes_uigF_U_LZuI1GEaprlrtDGRB9J3sjjIOan3CsHfN2htqSTkwI50R6lMLm2xdQ/s1600/blog+post+photos+642.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6WPPTUvGas7vC4oFpS4JZgSSulVXneQnNQ-LKxhXzHBKFLkM572K0jqWJc_DO0tgyiLxeDSG1HbOes_uigF_U_LZuI1GEaprlrtDGRB9J3sjjIOan3CsHfN2htqSTkwI50R6lMLm2xdQ/s640/blog+post+photos+642.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought these little "smooth" finish journals were sweet 'cuz if you have a Zutter binding tool the "spacing" of the holes is exactly the same...hmmm...can I see some "altering" in the future??? AMAZING!!!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">I have to admit I got a tad bit carried away tossin' items into my cart. At one point I was drooling so profusely a puddle had formed on the floor and the shop clerk who had been restocking the label section shot me "the hairy eyeball" stare...what a harpy!! Of course it could have had something to do with the fact that she slipped in all that drool, went down like a house on fire, and cracked her head on an unopened box of Martha's 30 pack NoteTabs! She didn't even say "thank you" when I handed her two Advils! Harrumph!!! So I took that as my cue to skeedaddle towards the check out stand where Martha snagged me for MORE big dollars...my debit card was smokin'!...how does she do that to us?? I'm gobsmacked every time!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">just me...goin' broke once MORE with Martha...jan </div>just me... janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720013472450714232noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714446142383393355.post-23581017544096051822012-02-18T21:49:00.000-08:002012-02-18T21:49:23.005-08:00Pen Pals and Presents!!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Remember waaaayyyy back in elementary school when pen pals were the rage?? When your fifth grade teacher began yammering away one winter's day about the exciting writing adventure the entire classroom was going to partake in until the school doors flew open and freed everyone to summer's sunshine? No??? Well, I do!!! At least "somewhat". </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> I have no earthly idea just where Mrs. Carrigan got the names for our classroom project...but 28 names were clearly written on crisp white paper strips, neatly folded, and dropped into two boxes on her desk, one for girls, one for boys. In orderly fashion we each drew the name of some "stranger" that would soon become a bosom buddy. At least that was the plan. Naturally, as luck would have it, every letter I scrawled to "my buddy" remained unanswered. However, it did fuel a fondness for letter writing in me that remains to this day. Soooo several months ago I decided to take part in something I normally would avoid like the plague.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> I was blog hopping and discovered a woman hosting a "vintage brooch swap". Well, since all these mixed media gals go into apoplectic fits when spying ANY kind of vintage jewel, I figured this proposal was ideal for me....I'd end up with something pretty cha cha and a new friend to boot! Thankfully my partner was just as "up" for the project as I was...and so my kinship with Mary Lea Wolf was born.<br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"> The task was to purchase a vintage brooch, "present it" in some kind of special fashion, and have it posted within 1 1/2 months. During that time Mary and I wrote brief notes back and forth, discussing introductory topics, family, career, etc. But mainly focusing on our projects. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Mailing day came and I have to say when I received mine I was ever so pleased to have a "piece" of my new found friend's heart. Mary's frame was so sweet...she even included a tiny photo of herself as a young girl...how cha cha is that? I ask you?!?!!<br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"> I was totally stumped for a presentation idea, but chose to stitch up a needleroll where her brooch could reside front and center, above the words "forever friends". I adore stitching needlerolls and have a small collection of them. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Since the swap's conclusion Mary and I have continued writing back and forth...sharing the hum drum of daily life and the excitement of any and all adventures. I have to say Mary is bit more bold than myself...her last major adventure was touring the backroads of England in a horse-drawn caravan where she cooked her own meals over open fires! Me...I tour those back roads in a rental car and sleep in B&B's that offer cuddly warm duvets and traditional English breakfasts!! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">just me...sayin' "Hey Mrs. Carrigan! After 50 years I FINALLY got that pen pal!"...jan</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>just me... janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720013472450714232noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714446142383393355.post-10158567257545082082010-11-06T23:32:00.000-07:002012-01-31T15:50:12.741-08:00Am I Moving Over To The Dark Side????Six months ago my world changed...I found the amazing women of the wonderful world of mixed media art. Prior to this my creative bent had pretty much centered around fine needlework, lacemaking, ribbonwork and painting. But when I hit Paper Cowgirl last June, "art" turned 180 degrees for me...and the bonus I received came in the form of the individuals who created all this fantastic "stuff". Saturday I spent the day with one of them...Cami Dilsaver...a real loopy lou...who promised me an interesting day. Hmmmmmmm<br />
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First up was the Funky Finds Experience in Fort Worth. I'd never been to this "craft fair" before...and it was interesting. As we strolled down the aisles it became obvious that there were true artists among the crafters exhibiting their wares. We discovered several ideas we could "lift" for projects in our own workshops...even greater items to purchase...and then items that left us with the thought "what CAN she be thinking?!!??" For me that item was fashioned by "the wreath lady"......oh lordy folks......Cami's comment: "Well, maybe you could change it up with a little bling or something." Hmmmmmm.....yeah.....bling in the form of a blow torch.....Cami is just too sweet.....that wreath was ugleeee no matter what astral plane you occupy! LOL As we paid for our purchase at the last booth on the last aisle, I thought we were headed to lunch.....Cami had other ideas!<br />
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"Have you ever been to the Cow Barns?" she queried. Ummmmmm.....NOPE!!!! She started to laugh and claimed she was going to change my world. GAWD!!!!!!!!!! We strolled across the street and headed into some type of flea market dealio that apparently has been around since God was a child....and looked like it. Now, I'm a PURGER from waaaayyyyyy back....I don't save crappola....two steps into this place my comment was "Well! I think I know where all my stuff has ended up!" Cami was howling but immediately exclaimed "THIS is where we get the stuff to make our stuff Jan!!!" Hmmmmmmmm.....okay......is my world really opening up further? Will I be bringing home crappola from this place??? How in blazes are we even gonna FIND anything worthwhile in here? Stuff was piled on top of stuff. An anal retentive's nightmare....I was beginning to get the shakes!!! <br />
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I think Cami spied the look of bewilderment (and fear) on my face and expertly guided me down the first aisle, all the while cooing about which vendor to approach and which one to ignore...who had the best prices...who thought he/she was a Rockefeller etc. Within minutes I calmed down and said "Sheesh! You and Jan Vermillion-Thomason (another artist I adore) are bound and determined to drag me to the dark side!!" By the center of that first aisle I WAS crossing over! We had hit the area of "the jewelry lady". <br />
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These mixed media women work a lot of "bling" into their creations. Now, I've been huntin' down bling at my local antique mall...groan...at $15 to $25 a pop I ain't usin' a whole lotta bling pins etc. in my creations! Well...the "jewelry lady" at the cow barns had great stuff for $3 and $4 and I was grabbing like a madman possessed! While Cami continued to howl, and cull her own treasures, I babbled incoherently about all the great crappola I was finding. Then Cami said "OH! There's a woman at the end of this row who has old clothing and fashion labels!" BANG! I was closer to the dark side! I've loved this kind of thing BEFORE I even knew about mixed media. So we dash off to the label lady.<br />
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Unfortunately the label lady had forgotten to bring her labels with her but promised to have them for the next time 'round. No matter...there were more treasures to be had.....I was gettin' into the groove.....my hands were dirty!!!!<br />
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Midway through the next aisle we met a charming fellow selling tiny personal bank ledgers. Cami was yakking it up with him about prices. Note...NOTHING (or very little) is marked at this place...people make up prices on the fly. The beginning price started at $3 each (I think). When I became interested he said he'd make us a deal...$1 each if we took them all. So we started looking at them. I was only interested in one. After inspection Cami decided against them and passed. Once again I asked the price because by that time I was totally confused. Ummmmm....he charged me $1!!!!! ROFLOL Ya gotta love this place!!! I was DEFINITELY movin' closer to the dark side!!!<br />
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Then came the dapper gent with the books and the crystal pepper shaker. What a guy!! I picked up a beautifully shaped crystal pepper shaker, no mate, that had a $5 sticker on it. I was so excited I practically wet my panties. I store glitters in them so didn't need a mate. I pulled out $5...he gave me back $3...WHAT??? He explained the sticker really didn't mean anything. HUH? The dark side is lookin' good...REAL good!<br />
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Cami made a purchase from him I just can't understand...no matter how long I hang with these women I'll never understand it. I can't say that ALL of them are infected, but a lot of them have a sickness for plastic/rubber baby doll heads. GAWD It's totally creepy to me...I don't get it. Oh, they may buy the entire doll, but they'll rip the head off and slap it on heaven only knows whatever in the name of art. I have to admit some of it is interesting...but I look at it and I STILL see a mutilated baby doll. I refused to even glance at Cami's purchase...knowing the fate of the pitiful thing. <br />
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This was followed by an old gentleman with a stash of gorgeous prisms for $3 each...be still my heart! The dark side was beckoning louder!!!! <br />
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Then came the little lady selling depression era pressed glassware. BANG! I store my tools in this stuff. I thought I was gettin' pretty good prices at the local antique mall...HOLY CRAPPOLA BATMAN!!! The cow barns is the place to go for pressed glassware. Oh...you won't find a whole lot of it...but I got a great piece to store my rulers in for....wait for it.....$3!!!! It would have cost me at least $20 to $25 at the antique mall. Yes...with that purchase I had finally crossed over to the dark side. I was sold on these junkin' exercises. I believe I can learn to dig with the best of them. I can't wait to discover the next treasure trove these women haunt. I won't be huntin' down baby doll heads mind you...but I'll be kickin' and scratchin' for my piece of the haul!<br />
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For those of you who haven't crossed over to the dark side yet...well...the anal retentive purger in me says "kudos to you"...but the new me says "taken in moderation, the dark side isn't such a bad place...where else can you get $3 bling?"<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=1714446142383393355&postID=1015856725754508208&from=pencil" target="_blank"><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt108/valentinestudio123/Client%20Blog%20Design/Signatures/justmejansig.png" style="background: transparent; border: none;" /></a>just me... janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720013472450714232noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714446142383393355.post-36163919263639465522010-08-01T09:34:00.000-07:002010-08-19T03:16:54.748-07:00A Present for Presleigh.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZSq26AXUP5NimpvLAk1ebecRGInwm6tb2ozmTMZXHHStlQ_KuF9sjdtm6UuwBR5Iln3GqP7XFiSYyi4p6Hb_G8Uqbf-P1mdGJHgk2Pg_nIK39TvWGoLLfvSqPlOE_lttoL2ti-lho3U/s1600/P1020417.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZSq26AXUP5NimpvLAk1ebecRGInwm6tb2ozmTMZXHHStlQ_KuF9sjdtm6UuwBR5Iln3GqP7XFiSYyi4p6Hb_G8Uqbf-P1mdGJHgk2Pg_nIK39TvWGoLLfvSqPlOE_lttoL2ti-lho3U/s320/P1020417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500485950664166098" border="0"></a>Recently I attended an art retreat in Waxahachie, Texas. I spent three wonderful days meeting the most interesting women, all interested in furthering their knowledge of various art forms. <br />However, the most fun I experienced was meeting the two children who attended the event...eleven year old Landon and nine year old Presleigh. Landon happened to be the grandson of a classmate and Presleigh the daughter of one of my instructors.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjupnosLTl9OzGr-vvX_bHtgMtxSgbpGiOKHVUeDEInK2izM6Hf4VjHOodYemJRU2qRMjo6NBJzRzSoJ4sKA2_U34pjW4mLALavgGXHnWc1RfIPhesDshMTkmPFKx8FQDVpyVT-rVTM_-c/s1600/P1020442.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjupnosLTl9OzGr-vvX_bHtgMtxSgbpGiOKHVUeDEInK2izM6Hf4VjHOodYemJRU2qRMjo6NBJzRzSoJ4sKA2_U34pjW4mLALavgGXHnWc1RfIPhesDshMTkmPFKx8FQDVpyVT-rVTM_-c/s320/P1020442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500486729371171426" border="0"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5kD_IrvkmowmlUqE8Us-EVdIKLzCP0vK2c7gBX0Wc5tAKNlHcYhGxQNNLYbaEjhJ5mhWY2IZadcxoFX4feYjEXbSM-yYqxMoymjoupy4M_mEZV-AcKCCgUCCsLT_gZ_j0pJCEuXxwtGg/s1600/P1020438.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5kD_IrvkmowmlUqE8Us-EVdIKLzCP0vK2c7gBX0Wc5tAKNlHcYhGxQNNLYbaEjhJ5mhWY2IZadcxoFX4feYjEXbSM-yYqxMoymjoupy4M_mEZV-AcKCCgUCCsLT_gZ_j0pJCEuXxwtGg/s320/P1020438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500486722413622482" border="0"></a> I came to "know" these youngsters on a Saturday evening while most attendees were shopping for "that perfect bauble" at the vendor show. I adore yammering with young people...one never knows what will pop out of their mouths during an extended conversation...and these two didn't disappoint! I soon realized that Presleigh reminded me soooo much of myself in my younger days...constantly on the move...never at a loss for words...and supremely at home in the company of boys. Not far into our conversation she imparted that her sole purchase at the vendor show had been a book that dealt with the Orient. I soon came to realize this same book had been held up as a "sample" in one of my classes..."oh to be able to purchase such a book!" I thought at the time. My head had been literally swimming with ideas of what I would do if the book belonged to me...LOL<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiboDXht4gXiIkA2tOKVRxUNjtyyiFMM7nPIkkXnGvs7m9X7qTq4dLB-djibd4SUNtlCzAvP_rZiznAsuheSKkHZ9l5O8TNjoMTDSQpiidE9tanLRWXS43TkLONS7WU5TA23mRAvNiY9Vc/s1600/P1020433.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiboDXht4gXiIkA2tOKVRxUNjtyyiFMM7nPIkkXnGvs7m9X7qTq4dLB-djibd4SUNtlCzAvP_rZiznAsuheSKkHZ9l5O8TNjoMTDSQpiidE9tanLRWXS43TkLONS7WU5TA23mRAvNiY9Vc/s320/P1020433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500485975244107186" border="0"></a>Little did I know that the instructor would eventually put it up for sale with her other wares, and that out of all the people scavenging the vast array of trinkets, ephemera, glitter, jewels, hardware, you name it....it was there....that a nine year old girl would manage to uncover the one book I found fascinating....I was gobsmacked by her choice.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp6ngCkcg3cM-GSw5vyALX1XSCytULyjE2ucmzEYpt-GwLBiLtqeY2yC-IG7oBdBIPruckftKXv0If_deVc1xgXYGIeXH3hwLVnu0XjJkcEUc_qcKKUP3ikh33HbvbQmFdjZBwnhIEmcc/s1600/P1020424.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp6ngCkcg3cM-GSw5vyALX1XSCytULyjE2ucmzEYpt-GwLBiLtqeY2yC-IG7oBdBIPruckftKXv0If_deVc1xgXYGIeXH3hwLVnu0XjJkcEUc_qcKKUP3ikh33HbvbQmFdjZBwnhIEmcc/s320/P1020424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500485972122374082" border="0"></a>Sooooo...not wanting to be a sore loser...I decided to embrace my new found friend's wise purchase and reward her with a little gift from my heart and hands. This "new" tag book is for you, Presleigh...I've no idea what in blazes you'll do with your "old" book, but I'm confident it will be simply amazing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF2zNtFIbZh3rQqjO1qoeYXY6s8jw9L6j4H_2vhHQP0LHO0jGrIWE5pv7CG0xXfOXNTpdLVJOA0P2jdSHKC3JeIKyVauUuxNDAzm6wjvT87ZVdrtglIlXLw9u-BfkLswc6nztzaFPwSJ4/s1600/P1020422.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF2zNtFIbZh3rQqjO1qoeYXY6s8jw9L6j4H_2vhHQP0LHO0jGrIWE5pv7CG0xXfOXNTpdLVJOA0P2jdSHKC3JeIKyVauUuxNDAzm6wjvT87ZVdrtglIlXLw9u-BfkLswc6nztzaFPwSJ4/s320/P1020422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500485963033703058" border="0">, </a>Whether you choose to alter it, create pockets amongst its pages, fill it up with tags or simply leave it as the author intended...a tome to be read and enjoyed...I know you'll make the right choice little one!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWg8QJlJd8FFKKtbL2iOsoybzsAEx_C_alODoEohYRCLvwZcX17QB7N-8tNEaMbSbFWxzd6BmLGcJ8Lu7-Fm_MTJbKZAff5iSgZ6Z7yrpBhlriG-7uCDUuJ0IoCxezyBFiB8cpe2S0dLY/s1600/P1020421.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWg8QJlJd8FFKKtbL2iOsoybzsAEx_C_alODoEohYRCLvwZcX17QB7N-8tNEaMbSbFWxzd6BmLGcJ8Lu7-Fm_MTJbKZAff5iSgZ6Z7yrpBhlriG-7uCDUuJ0IoCxezyBFiB8cpe2S0dLY/s320/P1020421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500485958474079858" border="0"></a>just me...having felt like a nine year old again, if only for an evening...jan<br /><br /><br />just me... janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720013472450714232noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714446142383393355.post-10925153153750314852010-07-10T04:27:00.000-07:002010-07-10T06:22:27.536-07:00Tour de France Yup! The guys are back again...it's that time of year...the cyclists are roaring through the French countryside on yet another epic adventure of sweat, pain, joy, misery...you name it...they'll experience it.<br /><br /> I've been a fan of the Tour de France for quite a number of years now. Number one son got me mad for the sport back when Armstrong was riding for The Discovery Channel. Since then cycling has exploded in this country...nice to know since many of us have become so sedentary. But today, as Lance and the boys from Radio Shack begin to hit the first of the mountain climbs, I'm thinking back to just how a male dominated sporting event can "move" a middle aged housewife off the couch and "onto" a bicycle.......well.......kind of!<br /><br /> Erick (#1 son) had set up Josh's bike (#2 son) in a "trainer" contraption in the game room so the two of them could "ride" in air conditioned comfort and still get their miles in......I vacuumed around the set up......yes I AM a saint! Anyhoo, so the morning rolled in....all the guys headed out for work and I dragged my tea cup to the game room and prepared to watch fresh faced bikers kill themselves in a fierce battle with The Alps. As I sat sipping and watching men flying past tiny villages and vast fields, I kept glancing at "the bike". After twenty minutes I thought "what the heck...why not ride with Lance and the boys today...no one but me will know!" So I hopped on and began peddling away...enjoying the back roads of France with the rest of my international competitors!<br /><br /> Ten minutes later, with sweat rolling down my arm pits and feet continually falling off the freakin' pedals, I determined adjustments needed to be made if I was going to make it through even half of the day's journey. I hopped off, stripped down to t-shirt and panties (I was alone...you'd do it too!), hit the AC to 66, cranked the ceiling fan to full blast and shoved my tootsies into Josh's cycling shoes (we're the same size). Whew! NOW I was ready for France!<br />Ummmm.....perhaps. I began my ride with an easy pace, keeping an eye on the rest of "the field", happy that a ceiling fan was whirring above my head instead of some free wheeling birdie the rest of the bikers had to contend with. But then THEY weren't bothered by pesky irritations like ringing telephones! Oh well....I'd just continue my ride after the phone call. WRONG! Upon attempting to get off the bike I hit a major snag...as in my feet were LOCKED in the pedals and they WEREN'T coming out anytime soon! No matter what I did I was unable to remove my cycle shoed feet from the pedals....twist, turn, yank, pull, push....nothing!<br /><br /> The phone had long since stopped ringing when, like a lightening bolt from above, genius struck....remove my feet from the shoes! So I grabbed the ratchet thingee that closed the shoe and began to attempt to undo the shoe...GAWD...what in blazes is wrong with good old fashioned shoe laces? The only thing the ratchet thingee did was to hermetically seal my foot into the shoe AND stab my thumb so badly that I was bleeding profusely down my arm. Not wanting to stain the game room carpet, I did what any woman would do....I shoved my thumb into my mouth....and in answer to the obvious question: NO I'M NOT A FAN OF THOSE VAMPIRE MOVIES!<br /><br /> I have no idea how much blood I sucked down....enough to make me VERY naucious though. As I laid across the top of the bike in a sweat soaked heap, choking back vomit and trying not to bleed on the carpet, the phone began ringing again. Sheesh! When it rains it pours! At that point my life began flashing before me...the only real regret I had was the fact that my family would find me six or seven hours later...braless, in panties, t-shirt and ratchet shoes clamped to a ten speed bicycle on a journey to nowhere. With tears rolling down my cheeks I glanced at the television screen....the cyclists were hitting the midpoint of the last mountain climb for the day....at that moment we shared a kinship....I knew their pain, I felt their sweat, the battle of the day had truly humbled me....please God I need a little help! And, like each of my international competitors, God answered that prayer.....my left foot miraculously fell off the pedal!<br /><br /> I had just enough strength to haul my aching buttocks off the bike to wrench my foot out of the OTHER pedal. I crawled on hands and knees to the telephone to attempt to contact Erick concerning instructions about shoe removal. Once his uncontrolled laughing ceased....I ruminated on nature's mothers who eat their young....I was finally able to completely free myself from the dreaded shoes. I collapsed on the couch as some of the last cyclists of the day crossed the finish line.<br /><br /> While I hadn't battled The Alps as Lance and the other guys did that day, I have to say I believe mine was an epic struggle that rates right up there....and NO I haven't been back on the bike....I leave such matters to those who know what they're doing.<br /><br />just me...watchin' from the sidelines...jan<br />just me... janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720013472450714232noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714446142383393355.post-34783672789845949132010-04-18T03:42:00.000-07:002010-04-18T04:36:38.955-07:00I suppose this is my weekend for checking things off my "Bucket List". After years of reading dozens of blogs by others, I've FINALLY taken the leap and am sitting here at 5:45 a.m. attempting to set up my own. Hmmmmm...we'll see what I end up with! LOL<br /><br />It's raining here in North Texas...but that only aids in the splendor one can see blooming along just about any road (rustic or paved) throughout the state...yes...the wildflowers are out in full force! My husband and I decided to take a mini road trip yesterday to discover just what "Antique Alley" was all about. Another check mark I could make on my Bucket List! If it was a bust at least the wildflowers would provide a show worth the trip.<br /><br />According to the information I had, Antique Alley is a 25 mile stretch of road winding through back roads connecting three small Texas towns...supposedly an antique junkie's dream come true. First town up was Cleburn...Ralph actually dragged himself into an antique shop without groaning and was ready to purchase the $300 chandelier I had my eyes on with no questions asked. Hmmmmm...too ready to buy...I saw us headed back home and towards a new restaurant he wanted to try...was he workin' on his own Bucket List? I looked at him and said, "What are you...nuts? One NEVER buys at the first stop! There's ALWAYS somethin' better down the road!" Ummmmm...I should have grabbed that chandelier like a thief in the night and told him to floor the gas pedal all the way to the restaurant! ROFLOL Antique Alley turned out to be a bit of a bust for me...guess I'm not much of a "junker"...either that or I need my sister to drag me around on some of her little jaunts..."shit shopping" is what she calls it. Well...I walked through some "shit" yesterday when we attempted to shop!<br /><br />Somewhere between Cleburne and Granbury we pulled off the road to seek treasures with dozens of other hunters. Unfortunately we were forced to park our vehicle amongst horses and goats and one lone roaming mother dog scavenging scraps from the ground. It was here that the "shit shopping" became a reality. I soon realized "treasures" weren't going to be uncovered at this location...at least not by me...virtually everything these people were selling were items my purging soul (did I mention I'm anal retentive?) would have tossed into the nearest trash bin with lightening speed. Back into the Buick Ralph!! From that point onward we spent our time enjoying the scenery and attempting to identify the wildflower blooms in the fields we passed as we headed on towards Maypearl.<br /><br />I was born a Yankee, but I've lived in the South for well over 30 years now...as much as I love the changing colors of tree leaves in the fall...there is NOTHING that can compare to a vast field of Texas wildflowers! Be they bluebonnets or indian paintbrushes...the colors just burst forth and grab your heart. While the bluebonnets are amazing in our neck of the woods, the paintbrushes and spiney daisies were dominent along the roads of Antique Alley. Lady Bird Johnson certainly left one incredible legacy...because, during this time of year, one knows when they've reached the borders of this great state...the flowers abruptly end...it's something so uniquely Texan.just me... janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06720013472450714232noreply@blogger.com2