You might have noticed my Ever Patient & Loving Husband and I live on a lake.
It's a very pretty lake,
We enjoy it as often as we can.
"What?!?" you say, "Every chance you can?" Yes, you see, we still have our jobs to go to, laundry to do, a lawn to mow (yes I do that. Why? because frankly, I do a better job than my Ever Patient and Loving Husband), mulch to spread, groceries to buy, meals to cook (OK, so the extent of my cooking involves opening a box and pressing 3,0,0 start) garments to crochet and blogs to write. But when that's all done (or we say the hell with that it's too pretty, lets get out on the lake), we do enjoy the lake.
We have great neighbors and good friends we often get together out on the lake.
When we see them (or visa-versa) out floating in noodle chairs we grab a drink (alcholic of course. Hello!) (Did you know the Big-T Tervis Tumbler will hold HALF a bottle of wine?) and head out as well. It turns into small floating, drinking, sunburning, party.
Last year good friends and neighbors L&D purchased kayaks. We'd often see them floating out in the cove just talking about their day and generally winding down. It looked like a great way to end the day. A few weeks ago good friends and neighbors B&J bought kayaks too. Well! I won't be left out like this! So the E.P. & L. Hubby & I bought a pair too.
This is my view of the lake now...
It really is very relaxing and especially fun when our Friends join us.
This is J & B.
They've been living near Hollywood for the last 20+ years.
This is L with her teacup poodle Simba. Simba is 14, nearly blind and mostly deaf. We love her.
That's DW. Did I mention we drink while kayking?
It really is a great way to wind down at the end of the day.
O.K. Fine! It's just another excuse to get together with our Friends and drink! O.K.?
Like we need an excuse.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
You might have noticed my Ever Patient & Loving Husband and I live on a lake.
Monday, September 29, 2008
I crochet. You might have figured that out just by reading the title here. Knitting is much more popular I believe but it makes me angry and frustrated when I knit. No one wants to be around me when I'm angry and frustrated so I layed the needles down but continued to feed my fiber addiction with the hook. I am often very dissapointed in crochet pattern books. They seem to have an endless stream of scarves, tote bags, belts and fun fur. So when I stumbled on these two very "special" websites What Not to Crochet and What Not to Knit I just had to pass them along. Some of these are truely hidious, don't say I didn't warn ya.
There is the typical ~
And the "High Fashion" ? ~
The Low Fasion ~
Scary toys for said kids ~
Fasion for Men ?~
(He's looking too longingly at that horse for my taste))
Koosies for your Coffee ~
Covers for your Feet ~
& Legs ~
Home Accessories ~
And my all time personal favorite........
Why? Why, why, why?
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
I'll be joining the Alzheimer's Memory Walk at South Cove Park on October 25th.
Mom & Dad always wanted to retire to the Smokey Mountains. Both my parents have lived all their lives within 20 miles of where they were born. In recent years they vacationed almost exclusively in a little town called Townsend, near Gatlinburg. They love it there, the scenery, the people, everything about it.
Just before Dad retired a few years ago
Mom & Dad did move to the Smokey Mountains about 3 years ago. On her good days she knows her friends and where she lives, how many and who her children are. How to dress and feed herself. But it's not a 24 hour good day. It's more like 3 minutes here and 3 minutes there. Mom is happy every day though. Everything is new to her almost every day. She looks up at the sky and clouds and marvels at the mountains and in her good moments she remarks that it's beautiful and she can't believe she lives there. Dad is taking care of her at home for now. We got her an I.D. bracelet with her name & address on it along with Dad's and my cell phone numbers, incase she wanders off (which is not so much a symtom of Vascular Dementia and has not been a problem). He has looked into and toured several facilities that can take Mom on a Day Care basis and eventually full time. His biggest fear is that when he does have to admitt her to one of these facilities, he won't be there for her when she has her good moments.
So I walk for Alzheimer's. Won't you join my team? Or start your own team and find a walk near you! Or be a wimp and just Donate Online! I'd appreciate it and I know many others will too.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Did you ever wish you were Deanna Troi, the telepath, half Betazoid, half human of Star Trek Next Generation? To be able to read peoples minds for just one day? I'm pretty sure most of us have wondered at one point or another what others think of us. Do they like us? Why? Why not? And it's not often if ever, that we really know.
I often come across bitchy and a bit aloof. I can be outspoken. If you ask for my opinion, you better be ready to hear it. Once in a job interview, a potential employer asked me what I thought my best assest was. I told him my honesty. When asked what I thought my biggest flaw was my answer was the same. I usually talk too much and too loud and laugh even louder. I'm not a very girly girl. My daily make-up routine involves eyeliner, a sweep of neutral eye shadow, mascara and tinted chap stick. And I'm a casual dresser, jeans & t-shirts mostly. When I dress up I add blush to the makeup and clean dark jeans to the wardrobe. It's not that I don't care because I do but I'm not going to change who I am to make you happy. This is who I am, take it or leave it. I have had a quote on my desk at every job for as long as I can remember;
"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those that matter don't mind." Dr Seuss
Then I got this birthday card ...
It reads: She's the one you've known forever. The one you go to for honest advice and genuine support. The one who accepts your quirky little habits and understands you in a way few others can. She's the one you can call at any hour ~ to laugh or cry or complain. The one whose voice has been there all along, sharing secrets and dreams and singing your song when you needed to hear it most. She's the one who can read your mind, hear your heart and love you just the way you are. She's your lifelong friend...but so much more. She's your sister.
If one of my Sisters, someone who has known me all her life, feels this way about me, well I figure at least some of the people I call Friend might feel the same.
It's nice to know.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Here’s how it works. There are 12 women in my circle…
JR in California
AM in Alabama
TB in Michigan
SK in Kansas
MT in Canada
RR in Texas
RL in Wisconsin
KH in New York
KI in Washington
ML in Pennsylvania
SL in Australia
Each of us will make 12 knitted or crocheted 12 inch squares in Fall colors. As I complete each square, I’ll photograph it and post it here (and on my Ravelry page) and mail it off to one of the 11 other women in my circle. It’s really cool because you don’t know what design you’ll get. When you get all your squares you sew them together to make your very own NYOBE blanket!
Monday, September 15, 2008
Just a few bits of information about me before we start. I have a direction dysfunction. This means that not only do I not know North from South from East to West. It also means I don’t know my left from my right. Whenever I go somewhere I always have a map. Not that it’s always useful. I mean if you’re lost how the hell you are supposed to find yourself on a map!? Anyway, even with the map I almost always make one wrong turn. It’s that whole left/right thing. That leads to making the same wrong turn the next time I make this trip because I went that way LAST time!
And now, The rest of the story.
Saturday I head out to one of the two ”local” yarn stores, the closest being 32 miles (57 minutes) away in (B) Anderson. An hour and a half later I find myself in (C) Greenville. No where near (B) Anderson. Well there is another “local” yarn store here somewhere so I wander around to find it. (Don’t wander too far…remember the direction thing.) No luck. I manage to find my way back to the main road but I have no clue how to get from where I am to where I need to be.
I swallow my pride and called my ever Patient and Loving Husband. The brief conversation goes something like this…
Me: “Hi, I’m lost.”
Hubby: “You’re lost?” giggle “How can you be lost?”
Me: “O.K. I’m not lost. I know exactly (C) where I am but it’s not where I want to be (B) and I don’t know how to get there from here without going home (A) first.”
Hubby: “O.K., my love. Where do you want to go?”
And my ever Patient, Loving Hubby, who excels in Direction, proceeds to tell me how to get from where I am to where I need to be.
The whole reason I’m shopping for yarn is because I joined Round 2 of the Not Your Ordinary Block Exchange (NYOBE) group on Ravelry and I don’t have any of the colors required (dark red/browns/gold/dark orange/some dark green) in the worsted weight required in my Stash.
SO! I finally get to my “local” yarn store. Guess what? They ain’t got what I need! Aaarrrghhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh sure they have worsted weight in blue, pink, yellow & Kelly green but no Falls colors! Fine. Fine! I know there’s a Michaels & a Hobby Lobby on the way home (those I can find) so I’ll stop there. Low and behold Michaels has only ONE color (in Wool-Ease) that I can use and Hobby Lobby has nothing! Nothing! Aaarrrghhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now this would discourage some people. Oh but not me. This just makes me mad. And when I get mad I'm gonna prove a point damn it. I’m gonna find the yarn if I have to order it from Haiti. And I’m gonna make some of the bestest, squarest, coolest 12 inch squares you’ve ever seen!!
So there Yarn Karma! I’ll show you! I’m a leaf on the wind watch me soar!
Friday, September 5, 2008
A dog who makes me smile just by being....
A husband who loves me unconditionally inspite of my flaws (and there are many!)...