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Here We Go

April 27, 2013

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. We’ve been ‘unnerved’ for most of the week. Next Tuesday, all should be finalized and maybe I’ll talk about it. In the meantime, trying to get all the ducks in a row is downright maddening for a couple of old farts like us. Sweetums is probably going to be bald when this is all finished.

Even Dot couldn’t do it.

I also need to get ready for my class at MD Sheep & Wool on Wednesday. ‘Fiendishly Difficult Stitches’ sounds like so much fun! I can hardly wait!

The Happiest Day of My Life

It was 11:30pm when the phone rain. My son-in-law called to say that he was taking my daughter to Hopkins and would call as soon as he knew anything. I went to bed fully expecting to be awakened in the middle of the night. When my alarm went off that morning, I called Hopkins. The operator transfered me directly to her. And she asked, “Mommy, when are you coming?” It so very much reminded me of when she was little and had a ‘hurt’. My sweet little girl had a ‘hurt’ and wanted me there. Only this one lasted fifteen hours. Happily, there was a perfect eight and a half pound baby boy at the end of it.

Those words made this the happiest day of my life!

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The Happiest Day of My Life

April 19, 2013

A friend of mine was married last winter. She said it was the happiest day of her life. I could tell that she honestly meant it. I was very happy for her. It got me thinking. What was my happiest day? What has made me genuinely happy in my life?

The day I graduated from high school? I was really happy that day. I hated school, all twelve years of it! I couldn’t understand why so many of them were crying.

The day I left home? I was happy and scared at the same time.

The day I got married? The first time I was too young and too stupid. The second time? Hardly. I had known Sweetums for ten years! It was more like, “IT’S ABOUT TIME!”

The birth of my children? Well. Yeah. They are definitely high on the list. But, my daughter came so fast, I never had time to think about it. My son took longer, four hours, but I was twenty years older this time. I think maybe this was Sweetums’ happiest day, even though he was a wreck. There were so many doctors and nurses coming in ad out that it was almost comical. I truly believe that if someone said to Sweetums, “You can go home and hide under the bed now”, he would have. Somehow, he managed to stick it out to the end. He only turned green twice. That’s my Sweetums. You gotta love him.

The day my son received his college diploma? I was really happy. I quite honestly never believed it would happen. But, he did it. And I am so very proud of him!

Still not there yet. But, you know. You’re going to have to wait. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe not. I need to make carnitas, and , well, I really have to pee. Love you.

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So, I Was Sitting on the Toilet Drinking some Coffee…………..

April 14, 2013

And Sweetums says to me, “What are you doing sitting on the toilet drinking coffee?”
My answer, “Yes.”
Sometimes I wonder about him.
OK. I’m going back outside. It’s so nice out there.

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Can’t Blog Now!

April 10, 2013

It’s too beautiful outside!

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Still Making Stuff

April 4, 2013

Sometimes I pick up kits just because there’s something in them that I haven’t tried. I made this beach bag for my daughter. I had never worked with screening before. It was a bit of a challenge, but I was very pleased with the results. And my daughter couldn’t be happier! She says it’s perfect. It has twelve deep pockets and plenty of room for the wet sandy stuff you have to haul.

Here’s the inside. I covered all the rough edges for protection. I would definitely make this again. I wonder if that shop has any more of those kits.