big birthday celebration

No not mine that will be next week

I am talking about the big one... the Numero Uno bday

Here is what a heavy birthday partier looks like on their bday



K

moving a new feature over

I mentioned I would be adding you tube videos from time to time on my blog. Well I decided it wont be this blog unless it does not follow under the paper or yarn theme. They will be posted under the correct blog title.
I do want to make one note... The yarn blog includes some sewing, not a lot but some.

K

Friday Night Blog - updating photobucket

Greetings Guys and Gals,

I am in the process of updating and organizing photobucket so there will be some broken links over there on the right. But I will get them taken care of soon and it will be in tip top shape. Well except for the older post. There will be missing photos and I am not sure if I am going to correct those or not.

So to catch you up on the previous week. The service manager was out of town for a job and well work has been a nightmare. You will find a picture of the service manager in previous post. He is the goof ball wearing the mask.

The oven went out. So no home cooked meals. Ah how sad.

Ms Lillies meower is broken. Well thats not really new news, I just havent reported it before.

Well back to the photobucket organizing.

Till later
K

First Edition of Friday Night Blog

Greetings random people who just happened upon my blog. It is the first installment of Friday night blog... On friday the 13 no less. There are three months this year with Friday the 13th, Feb, March and November.
Some Friday 13th facts
paraskavedekatriaphobia is the fear of Friday 13th
Some Hospitals do not have a room 13, Large buildings do not have a 13th floor and airlines skip gate 13
President Franklin D. Roosevelt would not travel on the 13th day of any month and would never host 13 guests at a meal. Napoleon and President Herbert Hoover were also triskaidekaphobic, with an abnormal fear of the number 13.
Mark Twain once was the 13th guest at a dinner party. A friend warned him not to go. "It was bad luck," Twain later told the friend. "They only had food for 12." Superstitious diners in Paris can hire a quatorzieme, or professional 14th guest.
The number 13 suffers from its position after 12, according to numerologists who consider the latter to be a complete number - 12 months in a year, 12 signs of the zodiac, 12 gods of Olympus, 12 labors of Hercules, 12 tribes of Israel, 12 apostles of Jesus, 12 days of Christmas and 12 eggs in a dozen.

thats thanks to yahoo...
and also from yahoo somebody buys a used couch and gets a surpise
http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/player/popup/index.php?cl=12471806

link doesnt work anymore. It updated the news. The surprise was a cat in the couch. The owner got the cat back!

Dont worry it isnt a snake! I wish I could embed the video but I couldnt ... so sad

onto other topics. I am going to create a few blogs from time to time ... The first one is going to be the Dear John Blog. This is the blog that I will write a letter to people that I wish I could of said something more.
The following people are on my dear john list
The lady who I paid the taxes for my auto, the blue frontier truck driver, the mexican in the blue shirt, BB and the governor. (After all we have the 2nd highest unemployment and our governor wants to refuse economic aid) Hey what does he have to loose, he is on his second term and cannot be elected again.

Two other blogs I would like to create is the yarn blog and the paper blog. Both dedicated to the craft of using yarn or paper.

I will leave you with one more www site then I will go create my dear john blog.

This is some craftying ideas that might get you inspired
http://www.stampsforthememories.com/past_ideas.htm

Till later
Karen

It is about time

Its about time I returned to my bloggie. I know for shame on me. Truth be told I lost interest. Stuff just happens and I lost excitement about life. I just been plugging along with little excitement. When I get a bit excited about something... Like going to Elton John and Billy Joel concert last saturday, some poop head tells me it is pathetic paying all that money to see to old people sing ten old songs. My little happy balloon just popped.



Anyway I decided to have bloggers friday. That is when I will update the blog for the current week. We will see how long that last! Now before you all check the calendars... March 12 is on a thursday.... which means YIKES tomorrow is Friday the 13th. My mother gets annoyed when I insist remining her it is Friday 13th. Never knew her to be real superstitous. After all she is the one who had that HUGE black cat. (It was kind of funny watching the neighbor who was superstitous scream when she saw him)



I thought I would post a fav youtube video from time to time.

Here is one I plan to make Saturday, because Saturday is going to be greeting card making day!

I hope the embedded file works.





You can find the blog at

http://artistsresource.blogspot.com/

Hope this inspires you to create.

Karen

Yes Virginia there is a Hippo at the River Banks zoo

YUMMY

Connerism’s

Conner was being naughty. He hit somebody. His mum told him you should never hit somebody unless it is self defense. Oh then the story came out. Now remember Conner is five. He went to a haunted house and this kid kept picking on him. Conner told him to stop. The 8 year bully would not. So Conner beat him up and made him cry. I tell you know lie. Conner finished telling the story. Here is what he said. After he took his mask off he hit him in the face for good measure.
Honest that is what he said!
Lesson learned, do not bully Conner.
Conner asked Aunt Karen will you take me to the Bathroom, so I said yes.
I took him to the potty.
He finished his business, next thing I see, is a little bare bottom sticking out underneath the door.
The kid is a real clown!

I am cursed

There is no doubt in my mind that I am cursed. It started with the Zune player. I still believe it was somebody else’s. After all she left the cup with the liquid in my car. I am not responsible for putting the player in the actual cup. Then there was jamming the cd player. Then there was breaking the toilet. Then there was the breaking the sliding door to the laundry area. I put the Nestle quick in the milk before I warmed it. That is a no no. Milk gets warmed first then in goes the magic power.
I am cursed.
Then there was the 2.5 day of Migraine. That was an adventure in itself. Mum dragged me to the doctor. Just because I couldn’t eat and kept throwing up. Nothing new there. She dragged me there anyway. The old I am feeling much better on the way did not work.
So I went. I got two shots in the bum. The right bum side still hurts. One for the puking and one for the pain. Didn’t do me a bit of good. Why? Because I am cursed. Because I still had the headache. I still puked. Alright the waffle fries from Chick-fil-a were probably not a good idea. But who knew. I ate the chicken noodle soup with no problem. I am glad I didn’t go for the chick-fil-a sandwich. I ate it the next morning. It would have been a shame to of tossed that back up. It would put me off to chick-fil-a for a week.
So I wasted thirty bucks and my butt hurts. I am cursed.
My black and white cat won’t leave Kathryn’s cat alone and I cant sleep. I slept for 2.5 days straight.
I am cursed.
I dropped a cup of tea on the carpet. Conner was standing by me and he said I DIDN’T DO IT. Apparently he either does it a lot. Dropping a drink on the carpet or getting blamed for the something he didn’t do.
I am cursed.
Probably by the boogey man.

My quote of the day

Just in case I dont have time to submit a post today

" Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." -Dr. Seuss

In loving Memory

I know this may read as Déjà vu (http://tinyurl.com/6z935q hope this tiny www site works)
In loving memoryIn loving memory of my 6 disk CD player in my Mustang. My Cd player jammed itself up. Poor Billy Joel, Josh Groban, Michael Buble, Jon Bon Jovi and Elton John are squished in a little player. He just wont spit them out. It says CD Error. It is being ruled as old age, after all the Mustang just had its 100,000 mile birthday. Surving Zune is a whos whos in the music business. Elton John, Billy Joel, Josh Groban, Michael Buble, Elvis Presley, George Michael, Billy Idol, Guns N Roses, Tina Turner, Dwight Yokum, Celine Dion, David Cook, Cher, Paul Simon, Jimmy Buffett, Madonna, U2, Prince, Queen, Phil Collins, Meat loaf, Cindy Lauper, Bon Jovi and so many others. May the CD player rest in peace. Instead of flowers, donations are being directed to the E-bay, ETSY.com or Half.com store to your right. So I can at least replace the Zune Player that died last week.
I tried to keep a stiff upper lip but after singing the smurf theme song La lalalalalalalalalalalalalal for ten seconds, the other passengers asked if the radio worked.

A Halloween story with pictures

It all started with this guy
Who pretends to be oh so innocent.



Who likes to bring this mask to work




Then likes to place the mask over his head and scare the
ladies coming out of the ladies room.




I said to myself how can I get this guy back.
I was watching Home Improvement and it came to me!
The kids put a head in the microwave and scared the mom.
So I found an average looking microwave




I put the mask it in. This guy went to heat up his food and saw this…


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He jumped back!
I laughed with some others. We finally got the prankster good.


But alas five days later I open up my drawer and well ….



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I created a Monster! He is now hiding the silly thing in every bodies drawers, he has plans to get the wife when she is warming the bottle for their youngen. He is possitivly evil.



The End!

In loving memory

In loving memory

In loving memory of my 8G MP3 player. Zune accidentally drowned in 1/16 inch of water Sunday night. It was touch and go all the way up till Thursday, when Zune finally lost the struggle. He just gave up and his little light went out. There is an on going investigation on how this accident occurred. It may be ruled a accidentally homicide. A Mrs. MPG was seen drinking in the mustang and left some ice in the cup. The district attorney is not sure how to proceed with any charges if there will be any charges brought in the case. Surving Zune is a whos whos in the music business. Elton John, Billy Joel, Josh Groban, Michael Buble, Elvis Presley, George Michael, Billy Idol, Guns N Roses, Tina Turner, Dwight Yokum, Celine Dion, David Cook, Cher, Paul Simon, Jimmy Buffett, Madonna, U2, Prince, Queen, Phil Collins, Meat loaf, Cindy Lauper, Bon Jovi and so many others. May the zune rest in peace.
Instead of flowers, donations are being directed to the E-bay, ETSY.com or Half.com store to your right. So I can at least replace the Zune Player.

Happy 100,000 mile Birthday

Happy 100,000 mile Birthday

To synergy. That’s my Mustang. Synergy just reached his 100,000 miles. We celebrated by buying cat food. I told my mother I needed to throw him a birthday party. I was going to get him a new zune mp3 player. See the next post why.

Buy me buy me buy me

Buy me on ETSY click the link over there ... on the right

Spiderman Spiderman

Conner draws a chubby Spiderman

I spied

I spied a guy driving a car. The car was so full of bread there was only room for one person, the driver. The bread filled the back seat up. The bread filled the passenger seat up.

I spied a ghetto looking car with hand painted dragons and wizards. Not the cool kind like on Lord of the Rings but the cheesy kind from Puff the Magic Dragon. Now ordinarily I would just shake my head and not pay it any more attention butttttt the owner of the car came out of walmart (where else would this vehicle be?) He hits the remote and a loud voice says YOUR ALARM HAS BEEN DE-ACTIVATED. Now that gave me the giggles. The alarm gotta have been worth more then the whole car.

I spied a girl driving around in a convertible mustang with her top down, with a huge monkey in the passenger seat.

Oh that was me.

Oh that was me.

Great news said the spider to the fly

I am not going to eat you today, I will save you for tomorrow.


I sold one of my Halloween wreaths. A friend of mind goes to the flea market every now and then and took two of them. The witch one sold. I think I will give my sister the ghost one. But which sister? Muhuhuhuh. Duh the one with a house! Or I will keep it and sell it next year on ETSY.


I added some items on Ebay. I updated the ebay for sale pictures. Some of the pictures are premature. I haven’t put them all up for sale. I am working on it. Last couple of weeks the thought of typing gave me the willies. My hands hurt. I guess it’s the typing disease. Now I got back into the swing of things and slowly adding more items. I also have been working on an adorable penguin set for a birthday or party. It will include candy wrappers(both miniature Hershey and Hershey nuggets), cookie pouches , quart size paint can, bubble wrappers, bags, invitations anything else I can label.
Now I got to decide … should I create paper versions and sell or should I sell the electronic file. Probably paper I am thinking.
I finished a black and silver scarf to put on ETSY and I am working on a gorgeous blue scarf to put on ETSY. I also have some craft books and two bags to add.
Well since I am at work and somebody finally gave me work to do I think I will do that now.

At the fair

A few weeks ago the family went to the fair. Lucas got his first taste of cotton candy. In his opinion five thumbs up (he can’t count yet). He can boogie though. He can crawl. He has teeth. He bites. Oks he is teething. He walks. He is a machine. No he is a baby boy.
Conner turned into Sticker Boy. He was covered in stickers. His Aunt Kathryn gave him a high five when she saw the Obama sticker. Now this is the only politics I will touch on. I put a McCain sticker over the Obama. Not that I like one over the other. Because Aunt Kathryn likes one over the other. It will probably burn my biscuit if and when Obama wins. Well back to the McCain sticker story. Conner had a fit. He had such a fit that I had to march back over to Obama booth and put a sticker back over the McCain.
Aunt Kathryn was the last to arrive at the fair. Conner walks by her, does a double take and keeps on walking. You see, Aunt Kathryn looks different if she is not with Richie. Grandma says, Conner don’t you know who that is. He yells Aunt Kathryn.
I once told him Aunt Kathryn might join us in an activity. He said good, Aunt Kathryn gets so excited when she sees me.
So here we are at the fair.. and I say Hey Conner you are wearing Dr. Suess Underwear. He drops his pants in the middle of the fair. The very busy fair and shows everybody that yes he does have on Dr. Suess Underpants on.
That’s when Aunt Kathryn told us of her plans pay to have her wisdom teeth pulled. You see she has been hanging out at five points. The local college area, instead her and her friend are going to start going out to the vista. A more business like spot. She believes the richer guys hang out there and she will meet him and they will fall madly in love and he will give her lots of money.
We walked the exhibits. We didn’t ride any rides or play any games. The craft building always gets me. This year they had a basket, from the dollar store (I own one .. I know this) they threaded incredible yarn through the basket holes. Which they could of gotten at the dollar store also. I got a ton there myself. But there it was displayed. I keep saying to myself I can do that. So why don’t I do that????
Fair food included Fried Mushrooms, chocolate chip cookies and donuts. We scaled back this year. Life is tough. No lunch, no French fries, no ice cream and no fried reese cups. Well he never had fried reese cups, sounds down right nasty.
Conner and Lucas got sick the next week. Conner blamed it on the cotton candy, since nobody else had any but him and Lucas (he forgot about dad).
That was our lovely day at the fair. It is now packed up and off to some other destination. We will have to wait another year for them fried reese cups.

Baby goes Burp

Take two .. durn blogger lost my last one AGAIN!

Anywho. My sister has this baby. He is ten months old. After he finishes a bottle, he doesnt belch like a normal baby. He says the word BURP. What a comedian and only 10 months. I am so proud.

Steve FM

Steve FM

There is a local radio station called STEVE FM. Apparently there are a chain of these radio stations, but each local station is named after a different guy. There is this DJ Steve, whose name probably isn’t Steve. He is not your typical DJ. It is all automated. You cant call in to request a call. There are no cheesy morning shows. This is the answer to the satellite radio.
Besides Steve FM, there is Steve M. He lives in Texas. Has bushy curly hair and is stuck in the hippie age. I could be negative and list all the evils of Steve, but I will not. Steve likes to tell stories. Funny outrageous stories. That is not sarcasm, they are funny the first time you hear them.
Last year when we attended his Father funeral, Steve stayed in the same Holiday Inn Express we did. We had not seen Steve in 14+ years. He still has the bushy curly hair. He still told his outrageous stories or maybe as a defense mechanism for the sadness of his fathers passing.
The first story he told is of Red Checker. That is a local fast food joint. During the summer they were advertising milk shakes for .59 cents. Picture this, four adult males in a car. They decide to get a milk shake for their Mom (aka Aunt Sister). They go thru the drive thru at Red Checkers and orders one .59cent milk shake. The voice at the other end of the intercom asked is there anything else they would like with that one milk shake. Steve was driving and was in command of the order. He said Yes four straws. So they drive around and everybody in the restaurant was staring to see what fool would want a .59cent milk shake and four straws.
After he told that story I knew the second story was coming, and I was not disappointed.
He told the table about using a fake foreign accent. Driving up thru the drive thru and ordering. When they told him how much it was, oh lets say 5.25. He starts ranting he could not pay that all he had was a $10 bill. They assured him, a $10 will cover the cost. Then he asked where he should go and they gave him instructions. They had to repeat it over and over again to dumbify it. Finally he pulls around and the attendants where hanging out the window waving their arms like a fool directing him where to go.
That’s the storey and he is sticking to it.

The Lady from Georgia

A littler over a year ago we went to Georgia to attend a funeral. Uncle Bill lost the battle with cancer. Oh I remember the first time we met Uncle Bill. Bill, my step sat us all down and said Uncle Bill is Grumpy. To us young kids yes he appeared grumpy. Years later I rationalized it wasn’t grumpy. He just did not like all the chaos from a large family. Which is amusing because he had five boys and two girls. To conquer his unease he would clean. So our house got cleaned for free. Pretty nice deal. During his funeral, we learned that this grumpy old man was a national hero. He received two purple hearts, during his time in the army. After he retired he became a state trooper. Thanks to him a young girls life was spared after being adducted. Who knew what a hero, Grumpy Uncle Bill was?
Married to Uncle Bill was Aunt Sister, the lady from Georgia. My step dad explained to his new family that she got her name because he called her sister and his children called her Aunt. The name melded together over the years to Aunt Sister. Aunt Sister was the mother of four of the five boys and the two girls. (Uncle Bill had a big secret that he kept from Aunt Sister, he had been married before and had one son) Uncle Bill was in the Army and his family followed him and they saw the world. When he retired, it was in Hinnesville Georgia. There probably isn’t another city in all of USA that better suited these two. Aunt Sister took on a job as a insurance agent and she would travel all over the state selling insurance and meeting some very fine people. Oh the stories she could weave about traveling the world and traveling all over Georgia.
Because she had many children, it is safe to say when they got older they had their own children. So they had many grandchildren. I count at least 11. Those grandchildren are pretty much grown and are having children of their own. She was able she make trips to Texas and SC and Alabama and beyond to visit all her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren.
But alas as time progresses it wears the body down and one cannot do the things they are use to doing. At one time we thought Aunt Sister was loosing her marbles. Poor thing, it was a miscommunication with the doctor and she was accidentally being overdosed. After that was cleared up she got her wit about her back. Has trouble hearing, but still can spin a yarn of a tale. She cannot travel to visit the kin. That is what she holds most precious to her.
Because she has lived so many years, she gathered quite a mass of friends. We visited her last year on her Birthday and Conner sang her the most exuberant rendition of happy birthday a five year old could sing. During our time there, several friends dropped by. Once she use to visit them, now they return the favor and visit her.
Because she has lived so many years, she has also seen a lot of sorrow. She saw her sister pass away at a very young age. Her children were left motherless. Aunt sister stepped in and became their surrogate mother. She has seen one of her Sister’s Children lost, due to a motorcycle accident. She has seen her brother loose a babe only a few days old. She saw her brother pass away too soon. She had to bear the unbearable burden of attending two of her son’s funerals. She had to say goodbye to her husband of almost 70 years.
Aunt Sister, the lady from Georgia.And who is Steve, you may wonder. He is one of her four sons.

The Midnight run

Okies it was not really a midnight run. It was even later then that… or earlier. Depends on how you look at it. It all started earlier today I got a message from an ebay member asking if I could relist an item. It was for my wrappers. Oh how excited I was! I am slowly putting my items for sale and I made the first sale. Not a first ebay sale. No this is much more exciting. It was something I made all by myself, down to the graphics. Anyway I relisted the item as requested and they were sold. YEAH! See I am excited LOL. So I prepared my order while watching three episodes of House. Gotta love that show! When I was finished and House was over it was 245am. I had two options. 1 go to bed or 2 run the envelope to the post office. Cause I durn well know I wasn’t going to make it to the post office before they closed. So I took it to the Post office. I went inside (that’s only remarkable because I was wearing Pjs) Also I think I am going to get an post office box. Problem is I am never in Lexington when the post office is open. Unless I wake up before they close. Ha! I don’t do mornings. Anyway since I was about I thought yeah know McDonalds drive thru is open 24 hours a day. So I decided to get a snack. This world is full of nuts, besides myself. There was a long line. Yes a long line in the drive thru. So I waited. I got to the speaker and the dude who asked how may he help me obviously was faking a really bad accent. Which reminded me of Steve. Now explaining Steve will take more then one post. There is a lot of background information needed. Not to mention I have trouble keeping focused. The next post will be about the lady in Georgia and maybe Steve can come in the next post after that. We shall see. Anyway when I got up to pay, the cost was 2.56. I gave him 2.60 (not sure if it was the same guy, no funny accent (am I spelling that right?) He asked me if I wanted my four pennies. Now I would look pretty pathetic if I said yes would of I. Well it is almost 4am gotta go to bed now.

The fact is I cant sleep

Morning Peeps,

Here it is 1:33 AM and I cannot sleep. Oh I know the reason for it. I had one of those hideous headaches. I came home went straight to bed and slept for a couple of hours. Headache is gone, but now I cannot sleep. So tomorrow, I will be cranky and tired and most likely the headache will return. It is a never-ending cycle. I got so many things I want to do, but cannot do because of those headaches. It doesn’t help that Duncan pumpkin keeps barking. Also doesn’t help Lex jumped on DeSoto again and I had to bring DeSoto in.

Well anyway my older auctions have ended. I made about 124.00. I am not complaining. Five items sold and I shipped three already. Two will be shipped out tomorrow. I have already put various other items up for bid. The slide show has been updated. So far three things have been bid on. Wish me luck.

Unfortunately the sunflower scrapbook did not sell. It is the crème de la crème of the auction. I moved it over to ETSY and discounted the price by five bucks. So go have a looksie.

I met with Nancy from my old job and gave her a bunch of junk so she could sell at the flea market. It was stuff I wouldn’t of been able to sell on ebay. It is amazing how much junk a person can accumulate over the years. I showed her the tissue pouch, she thought it would be a grand idea to sell. So I am going to make about 25 of them and see how they go. I have one for sale in my ETSY store. Nancy is silly she gave me money for that junk. Well I took that money and bought the fabric I am going to use to make the tissue pouches. She wanted local college football teams. I had USC fabric but did not have Clemson. When I got to Walmart I kind of went overboard on the fabric though and bought a tad more then I had planned to do. I found some beautiful fabric for more photo albums. I really need to work out how to cover post bounds instead of the 3-ring. That is the more popular style now a days. Just another thing to ad to the list of things I want to work on.

The fair starts this Thursday. I always enjoy going to watch the people and go thru the exhibits. I am not much of a ride person. Okies I am not a ride person at all. I am a big chicken, that is what I am. I am not to fond of the food either (GASP, I know). I like the sand sculpture, the art exhibits, and the craft exhibits. Oh and I really like those chocolate chip cookies. They will probably give me a headache though. Anyway it is also a wonderful opportunity to take pictures. I love that whole picture taking thing. I love the fact that the digital camera was invented. They were relatively new when I got my first one. I have had six since then. I have out grown most of them. Except for the second to the last. I dropped it while I was in Cincinnati. I blame Barbara. I told her Barbara I blamed her. She told me I was nuts. Which is the truth, because she had nothing to do with the fact that I dropped it.

As for those lots of things I want to accomplish but can’t get done because of the headaches. I do not know where to begin. Never enough time in the day. I am beginning to resent my job cause it takes me away from the creative work I can be doing. To bad I cannot make a living off of the creative stuff. I enjoy that much more then trying to decipher what the techs were doing at the sites they were repairing. I need to start one note book and write down all the ideas I have to make my creative stuff. So I don’t forget and have a foundation on where to start.

Well the bright screen is attracting every flying critter in the house and I should try to go back to sleep especially now that I got Duncan pumpkin to hush up.
Nite/Morning folks ha ha

RE-Grand Opening

Howdy Folks,

It is my re-grand opening of my ETSY Store. Where all things are hand made. I have a total of three items in there now. Whooopeee!

For the month of October if you convo me the word SPOOK and you will get an additional 10% off.

October is an odd month for me. As a youngen I loved the whole Halloween spooky thing. Not the scary blood and gore, but the ghost stories and the cool weather and dark coming on quicker thing. The leaves would change and the whole jumping in them was really attractive. The raking them not so much fun though.
I loved to decide what I would be for Halloween. The costumes would come in boxes. I remember one year Robin was tweety bird and I was Sylvester the cat. It fit our personality so well. Robin was always the “good one” I was always the not so good one. I own a Sylvester cat now. Check out the critter slide show. Any way. My asked us what were for Halloween. Now since I was Sylvester it would of made more sense if I said it, but it was Robin who was in speech. She had problems with pronunciation. (I cannot believe I spelled that word right the first time) So it made more sense if Robin said it. But none the less one of answer instead of Sylvester, bastard. I tell you no fib. Nanny asked mum what was she teaching her children. Now that was a bit ironic. Since Nanny was Dads mum. Dad didn’t bother to teach anything. Oh that’s a whole years worth of therapy that I will not get into right there.
That was the fun of October. Now the not so fun, it seemed like every year for a time a pet would pass away. It was like I was jinxed. I started crying so hard in school and kept saying something about the month. I have a feeling that the teacher thought it was that time of the month. Now I am laughing at it because I remember the teacher hi tailing it out of the office after asking me why I was so upset.
Anyway the jinx has been lifted. Knock on wood. (really I just knocked on wood) As for Halloween, I do not have the energy to decorate. I do not have the energy to put on a costume. I have two costumes I can use if I was ever in a pinch. I have Sombrero (I knew I was going to get that word wrong) and a Mexican blanket. Instant Mexican person. I love that blanket btw. Its my adult binkie. Okies I will never grow up. I refuse. The other costume is my graduation cap and gown. Hey I paid enough for it. I might as well get some use out of it right? OOOH I can sell that one ebay. I got two of them! One high school one college.

Well this post is longer then it should so I will sign off.

The Sunday after an average Saturday even if it is on a Monday

Okies, remember all that stuff I said I was going to do yesterday at night. I didn’t do any of it.
So what did I do? I went to the book store and bought the cook book instead of making it. I came home and watched house. Then I fiddled around the computer and watched my ebay sales. I did take pictures of stuff for ebay. So I guess I did so one thing I said I was going to do.
Guess who called me Saturday. Barack Obama. Well that’s what the caller ID said. Wanna know Baracks number? 803-661-7821.
Truth time
It wasn’t for me
It wasn’t Barack Obama
It was his Campaign
Anywho, they asked for Kathryn. She wasn’t here I said. Then they asked is there another Adult around. HUH? Wished I asked how old do you think I am, anyway?
Suppose it didn’t matter if I wasn’t the other adult because she kept going on and on and on about why she called for Kathryn.
As for Charleston
Never happened.
I woke up with a headache.
So I returned all that other stuff. Mum and I went to the zoo and I took tons of pictures.
Came home and posted a few more ebay items. Yeah. I am going to be rich cha ching.
I should have been in bed oh about 1.5 hours ago. I got caught up in an episode of Boston Legal.

Average Saturday

What a wonderful thing an average Saturday can be! I woke up and nobody was home. Granted I woke up at 11am but that is totally not the point. The point is every car was accounted for, every purse or if your in the South like I am, every POCKETBOOK (I dont understand the whole pocketbook thing at all) was accounted for. Duncan was roaming the house. That was the biggest confusion the naughty doxie who is suppose to be jailed in the kitchen when there is no supervision was roaming the house. Somebody neglected their Duncan Pumpkin Duties.
So I wake up. Duncan insist on food. How a little dog can eat so much and then poop so much is beyond me. So I fed him. Then I watched him. That poor dog was miserable. All he did was itch and scratch and bite and whine so I made a decission. Duncan is going to the vet.

But first I ran and got Heather a birthday present. Hope she likes it. Then I went after my pumpkin and took him to the vet. I had an opportunity to ready my Eldest book there. Even with all the noise of the doggies that were waiting to be adopted. I didnt look. I cant look or they be going home with me. Last time I looked they had two dogs mum and I fought over. Mum wanted the duncan look alike. I wanted the miniture Husky with the blue eyes. I remembered I had Lexington. We went home with as many dogs as we arrived with. Anyway I am not going to tell you what the vet said. I didnt see them and neither did the nurse vet person. But the vet saw them. So she gave him a shot and some meds and I got some for the cat and maybe we can wooop whoop wup (uh how do you spell that) them!

Then I dropped pumpking off and gave him a doggie treat. Of course he did not eat it because I was running back out the door to go to walmart for dog food. That dog is just plain strange. He can not eat his treat in the kitchen locked up. I made it to wally world and got dog food, and dinner tonight and brownies. YES BROWNIES. Dont need them but they looked oh so good.

Then I got lunch. Lunch at almost five, yes. Got gas. Paid to much. The gas was more then the vet bill. Makes one raise their eyebrows doesnt it. Well it wouldnt of been more if we didnt have the wellness plan.

Now I am home. Duncan finished his treat (goofy dog) he is sleeping YES NO SCRATCHING, ITCHING OR WHINING. The shot must be working. I am kind of concerned about giving him the other meds cause I would have to give it to the cat too and the cat never used it before and well what if he had a reaction? My vet is closed but the emergency vet is open. I need to give him the meds before the shot wears off and the vet says it takes a couple of days for the meds to kick in. Oh the dilemas of pet ownership.

While I ponder that I am going to make a cook book and make a card for Heather for her birthday. Times are hard and got to be frugal. Then after that I am going to add some more items on ebay. Then after that I might start on another wreath or make some tissue holders.
We will see.
Till later gators.

Yesterday I spied

A car running into another car. I thought to myself … or I might of said it out loud, somebody just had a really bad day. That is why I do not follow people so closely.

A plumber in a pink van. Yes a plumber in a pink van. I have to admit, it got my attention. Don’t remember what the plumbers name was though. So getting my attention didn’t really help all that much.

A RV towing their closet. Well ok. Technically it was a car but they used it for their closet. All their clothes were hung up in the car.

One fine day

Four or five co workers were standing around the counter sales desk. They were all practicing their Vulcan greet (btw word automatically capitalized Vulcan that’s scary). I told them I would be almost tempted to start a blog just so I could paste that. (btw blog is not in the dictionary in word but btw is. Go figure that one out!)

Connerism
Conner and his grandma and Lucus (Lucus is not in the spelling dictionary) were at Chuck E Cheese and Lucas (Oh I spelled Lucas wrong, never mind) is cute cute cute youngen. So all parents just want to pinch his chubby little cheeks and hold him etc etc etc. This Mom who Kathryn worked for wanted to do such a thing and went to pay Lucas some attention. Conner looked at her, pointed his five year old finger at her and said YOU BETTER LEAVE THAT BABY ALONE!.

This morning I woke up and forgot I can hit the snooze button twice. So I lost 9 minutes of sleep. This put my routine off just a bit. It put Duncan Pumpkins routine off a bit too. Usually he is shuffled out side before he eats. He does #1. Then he is shuffled back outside and he does #2 99.9% if the time. Well since I was up earlier I fed the big dogs earlier, which mean that mean rotten weiller was on the desk so Duncan Pumpkin ate first. Then he was shuffled outside. He refused to do #2. So mum either felt sorry for him or the neighbors (cause his excessive barking is annoying) and let him back in. So we thought this dog has a dog brain and maybe he thinks he should only poop after the second time left out. So we brought him back in waited and left him back out. He was still barking to come back in when I left. No poop in site.
This morning I woke and remembered I washed my clothes last night. I also remembered that I did not remember to put them in the dryer. I had to go way back into the closet to find something that wasn’t to smelly.
With all my woes I grabbed some miniature Hershey bars. They took me to my happy place. Even if they are suppose to be for an photo opt for ebay candy bar wrappers. That was bag #3 I bought, and never got around to it.