Saturday, January 31, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Sorry Johnny, not this time.
Sorry yet again Johnny. Not even in your pirate outfit.
Oooooh! These are temptin', but no cigar.
THIS is what I've been dreamin' about...
Our wonderful, beautiful, tickle my tootsies green grass!!!
Oh how I long for you!
Monday, January 26, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
He's now available on my Countryfolk Keepsakes website.
I'll be addin' more creations soon so please check back often.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
I can sew dollies and dollie clothes 'til the cows come home but when I try to sew somethin' larger than 28" I panic.
But I was determined, so I got out my tape measure and started measurin' for fabric. All that measurin' didn't do me a bit of good because I only had enough fabric for one and a half windows. Don't ask me how the heck I measured. I'm thinkin' I did it with my feet while my eyes were closed.
What was worse... After all my blood, sweat and tears (I do mean that literally), I wasn't too thrilled with the way they looked.
Since some of the windows are near the wood stove, I couldn't have them as long as I wanted. Well I could have, I also could have the volunteer fire department hosin' down our house in the middle of the night. So I knew shorter was wiser.
When hubs came home and saw how stressed I was; he walked over to me, gave me a big consolin' hug and said tenderly, "You should have just sewn sweat pants together." He always knows just the right thing to say. I almost busted a gut laughin'. Oh how I love that man of mine.
Finally after havin' more fabric shipped from another store, I finished the task. Heck, I even hemmed up some lace panels I had and put them underneath to gussy it up.
Should I have shopped through my "Country Curtains" catalog? Probably.
But if ever there is a next time, I'll run to Kmart to the Hanes display bins. I think extra larges would do the trick. Did I mention they come is six fashionable colors?
They say to overcome a fear, you should address it head on. So that is what I did. But for now, its best I stick with the fabric kind because amphibians in general, give me the willies.
Then again I feel the same way about insects and reptiles too. I think anythin' that can jump, slither or crawl scares the bejeepers out of me. That's because I know a frog, toad, spider or grasshopper will jump right for my jugular.
Who could forget the movie "Frogs" back in '72? Yikes!
My fishin' frog will be available on my website soon.
I'm in the process of stitchin' up more critters so I'll keep ya posted.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Looks like someone could use some decaf. (Man, I know the feelin')
Even though I'm dressed in layers of wool, fleece and long underwear; I have "spring on the brain".
Every year at this time I get a lil' nutty which truthfully isn't a stretch for me. But the snow and sub zero temperatures get to me so I feel the need to create springy things.
Who knows, come July when I'm cursin' the heat and humidity; I'll stitch up a penguin and a polar bear.
Stay warm and I'll keep ya posted.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
It's so cold, I saw an Amish guy buying an electric blanket.
It's so cold, the mice are playing ice hockey in the toilet bowl.
It's so cold, down at the city morgue, you can't tell the stiffs from the guys who work there.
It's so cold that I saw a lawyer with his hands in his own pockets.
It's so cold, the snowman knocked on our door and asked to sleep on the couch.
It's so cold that instead of the finger, New Yorkers are giving each other the mitten.
It's so cold that Al Gore returned his Nobel Peace Prize.
Stay warm folks!
Monday, January 12, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Who wants a lil' neked gold feller anyway, these awards are much better!!
I want to thank Linda from Meadowbrook Cabin Primitives and Gina from Cat Nap Inn Primitives
for honorin' me with these awards!
Both, are two of the sweetest gals out there in Blogland!! Thanks again!!!
Now, I need to tell all about a few of my addictions. Man, I feel like I'm on the "E! True Hollywood Story."
Bubble Gum. Especially Bazooka Joe. For as long as I can remember too. I have all the fillins' in my pie hole to prove it. I bet I came out of my mama blowin' a bubble.
Dunkin Donuts coffee. With lil' cream, no sugar.
If I could take it intravenously, I would.
My Homemade Chocolate Chip cookies. (But I have to switch out the chocolate chips for Carob chips)
I cannot control myself. I constantly keep a batch in the freezer to pluck out at my leisure. Which would be about every 20 minutes if I let myself. Hence, the need for the exercise bike now.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Or Grace Slick, but I highly doubt either one knows what I'm workin' on.
At the moment, my white rabbit is feelin' a lil' groovy but will soon be dressed for Easter and not a love-in.
I was too young for that 60's psychedelic hippie stuff so I never quite got it.
Man, I have no shame.
But put me in a polyester two piece, a pair of powder blue 70's platforms with a really bad haircut and now you're talkin'!!
I'll keep ya posted...
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Since the T.V. remote is out of reach, I have no choice but to watch them as I'm pedalin' on my exercise bike first thing in the mornin'.
I'm sure some of these products are fine but their advertisin' is "slightly" embellished to say the least.
So please don't get your wears in a wad if you love these products. I'm just havin' a lil' fun. And as my mama would say, "Its just my opinion and everyone is entitled to it."
Let's take for example the "Pedipaws Nail Trimmer." When I first saw it I thought, "Boy, this is great!" But as I watched, I noticed at no time is the thing actually on. They are rollin' away on the nails of that cute pooch but its not spinnin'. No wonder the dog doesn't flinch.
Can you see my hubs holdin' Gracie down with this contraption?
Heck, I doubt any critter is goin' to allow you to roll motorized sandpaper across their tootsies unless you've hit 'em with a tranquilizer dart first.
Next, there's the "Tweeze Hair Remover." Mind you, I'm not even lookin' at the product. I'm lookin' at the poor gal who allowed herself to be seen on national television with whiskers like Slowpoke Rodriguez.
Sorry, but there is no amount of money that could get me to show any of my unwanted week old chin stragglers like that.
How about the "Ped Egg" foot file?
If you're scrapin' that much dead skin off any part of your body, I'm gettin' you a sandblaster for Christmas.
My gag reflex kicks in every time I see the sweet gal empty that egg full of scaly epidermis into the trash. I admit my heels are rough and dry, but I'm a lil' apprehensive about usin' a cheese grater on them.
I recently saw the "SpinLash" commercial. Its mascara with a brush that spins. I guess it saves you from all that wrist breakin' action you suffer when twirlin' on your mascara.
All I have to say is put that $19.99 (+$9.99 S&H) back in your pocket and put it towards the bridge I want to sell you.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Here's a question. Can someone please tell me why is it food that's really good for you, tastes like sh*t? (For the record, I've never really tasted sh*t, but you know what I mean)
Spinach is a perfect example. Its like eatin' grass. Heck, why not tie a cowbell around my neck and send me out to pasture? I'll get three squares a day and keep the lawn well manicured; killin' two birds with one stone.
Sure, I can douse it in butter but doesn't that defeat the purpose of "healthy eatin'?" Maybe if I get me some anchor tattoos on my forearms it will taste better. "I yam what I yam."
Hubs went to the healthfood store to pick me up a few things. (Lucky me) Since I'm one of those people who have a hard time swallowin' pills, most everythin' has to be in liquid form which is 100 times worse as far as taste goes.
So now I'm takin' Cod Liver Oil. (Please just shoot me now)
Believe me when I tell ya, even with a Big Mac chaser; it couldn't get that nasty taste out of my mouth.
Next is another liquid tidbit called Flax Seed Oil. Why the heck do I need this stuff anyway?? It is so horrid, I would rather have to take it as a suppository than ingest this crap. But alas, they don't make it "that way" so down the hatch it must go. Besides, it would probably make my butt pucker anyway.(Yep, it really is that bad)
Finally he shows me a multi vitamin to take. "Look how small it is!" he says tryin' to convince me. "I bet you can take this without any problems."
I swear, the thing was the size of The Goodyear Blimp. Oh yeah no doubt that will definitely get lodged halfway down my esophagus on my first attempt. I'd better practice doin' the Heimlich maneuver on myself and keep a chair handy.
So with that bein' said, I think I'll wolf down what's left of the hidden stash of Christmas cookies. Shhhhh... I've still got a few hours left.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Before we left, I went through the house with a fine tooth comb (like I do every single time we leave the house) to make sure there was nothin' any of our canine daughters could get their paws on. (Make that one canine daughter in particular)
Well, we came home to some unexplained maid service.
I wonder if I "accidentally" leave the toilet brush out, our Hannah aka "four legged Hazel" will scrub the john?
I get that same look on my face when its time to clean it.