Hobo Stewart

I promised you the moving story, not that it's a "Moving" story, it's a funny story!!! Sunday that we were moving, the day Cheryl serenaded my brother with the guitar, and they found a cheesecake photo of me, which has not surfaced, I'm a little worried about where it is? OK, that Sunday!!! I was cleaning the crap out of the garage and came across a box car train, with wheels on that my dad made Mikey when he was about 2 yrs. old. It has sliding doors on it, that had a finger hole to open and close and Mikey could store his play train car pieces in it. It has castors on it so you could sit on it and ride around, the kitchen under mom's feet. So I was saving this train car that Mikeys grandpa made and painted and did some fun Woody Woodpecker drawing on it, until moving day. I pulled it off the top shelf right under the rafters and we all kind of gathered around it...remembering how Bandit, the ferret we had, used to climb inside and when we would shut the sliding door he would open it....and look out. While we were having an "ahhh" moment, I had taped the doors shut and was trying to open it, as I was saying "Watch there be a ....we all started screaming, inside was Hobo Stewart the mouse looking up at us. Not that I'm afraid of mice, but not two inches from my face. Inside Hobo the boxcar mouse had a nice little nest of insulation and Blue Fox fur, bird seed and train parts. So after I compose myself, I turn the car so that all the crap falls out and hopefully Hobo too!!! Out he runs, right up the ramp to the enclosed trailor, we all hollar and he jumps off the ramp and is now probably riding in a nice warm truck owned by my brother. Hobo Stewart was holed up in the boxcar with a GI Joe missle launcher and toy guns....so now is he terrorist Stewart? I actually felt kind of bad uprooting the poor little mouse, into the cold, snow, but better out there than in my basement...now I keep wondering if he had any family.

Happy Valentines Late...I was detained!

I made it....I am finished, I am clean and healthy....!!! Now, the story...I should have learned my lesson many years ago about what everyone says about surgery. Or procedures....In preparation for my colonoscopy on Valentines day, I was forewarned to be prepared...in the bathroom that is. Some comments I took to heart or arse were, "I should have brought the TV in there!", or I read a whole book!!" So that I didn't get caught with me pants down...hahahaa I did bring my little hand held TV and magazines and bought 40 gallons of Gatorade and Apple Juice and Jello. The first day you can only have clear liquids, I was panicking am I going to starve or what? Needless to say, I wasn't hungry ......at all??? I drank coffee, tea and chicken broth, and ate some jello, got my bathroom all fitted and drank the phosporus sodium...3 times in 30 minutes, put on my running shoes and sat on the edge of the couch in wait....2 hours later...wave one. Let's just say at the end of 3 hours, I was Shpeeing, you get the picture, but I never got to watch TV or read more than an advertisement in the magazine....Don't be afraid it is NOT that bad!!! In the morning, I was supposed to start at 5:00am but decided, two hours later puts me in Cheryls car on route to the clinic...? Ha..not to be caught in that situation, I got up at four, took Joey out for her job and started my regimen...let me say I was still Shpeeing, at 8ish...maybe it was nerves? So true to my word, while at home, I stuck a glitter heart on my butt...it survived the ride to the clinic but not the toilet seat at the clinic, as I turned to leave I noticed it stuck nicely to the seat and made Cheryl come and look at it, she did but with great hesitation. Not to be outwitted by a sticker I had a spare, in my pocket. I kept joking with the staff that I should at least get flowers or candy or a kiss for this invasion of my "Exit Only" orfice. When they put me in a little cold bathroom to get on a bunch of hospital gowns, backward, forward, do not tie..blah blah...I place the heart considerably close to exit, so as not to be missed. I get taken into the "Room" and the Dr. talked to me and I again insisted he at least buy me chocolates and he looked at my chart and said ...."uummm this IS your first time and we don't do chocolates till your second time!!" Ok he's cool, then they give me Demeral...ohhh baby, forget the chocolates!!! Next thing I know I am in the recovery room dazed and confused looking at my Dr. that is holding a piece of paper and showing me photos of my insides.....all woozy and bleary eyed, I am looking at a heart and not being able to process how my arse has a heart shape in it...I drunkenly state...AAAhhhhh isn't that cute...hoooooowww diiiiid yyoouu dooo thaaaaat? He smiles and says "You know how I did that? still not processing the sticker and Valentines and being concerned about getting chocolates...I must have looked like a love sick dawg...."That is soooooo cuuteee!!! then I think I went back to sleep....HHhmmmmm jokes on me, I now have photos of my colon and the heart which I share with you, taken by my Dr. with a colonoscopy scope!!! Please for your sake, get this done if you are over 50, it is really not bad, it is more of an inconveniance, than anything!! Besides they give your really good drugs!!

Whew, finally

I think things are finally getting settled, I have a closing date and time..good news. The buyer does a final walk through on the 19th of this month. So I am still not positive it is sold but it is getting closer. So I have been closed for a few days. We emptied the house on Monday, which was sooooo stressful. I guess I found, or my family and friends found more crap than I thought I had!!! It is amazing the things you find. Now the store is full of crap!! First off was an old Valentine gift photo of me posing cheesecake style in a football jersey...now before you get a present visual, I was much thinner, and that makes a whole lot of difference!! This was one of those makeover sexy photos for your "Man"...hahahahaa I still have the photo, bye bye a**h***!!! Then there is the traveling guitar, my family is not musically inclined, my mom is .....ends there. We are however creative and talented in many other ways but to my dismay, the only music I can play is my IPod. I had visions of sitting down to play the piano and I played Mozart and Chopin, with ease. I couldn't understand how everything else comes to me so easy what is the deal with music...how come I can't play? So Cheryl, Scott and I, share a guitar, with a broken string. It has been back and forth a few times with no hope of either one of us learning to play it. Cheryl had visions of sitting on thier front porch with a halter top that tied in the front and Daisy Duke shorts, strumming a song for the neighborhood. Scott, probably accoustic rock...Eric Clapton, in a studio, with tight jeans....me...folk music around the fire pit, singing Kumbya? So Cheryl found the guitar and it was in one of those piles of what to do with it? Cheryl scoped it out and put on a dusty cowboy hat, and proceeded out the front door to serenade her "Man"!!! That made for a photo shot!!! She made a rather tense day into a hysterical situation. I have more stories I just need to bring my camera. This afternoon I start my Prep, for the Colonoscopy!! whoooohooooo!!
I will be sticking close to home!!! Tomorrow for Valentines day, I get the tube!!! Happy Valentines!!!

How I work?

Sometimes I myself wonder ....how do I do things? How do I process projects? So today after cleaning up the left overs from last nights, Meetup, I decided to work on a project. I knew I had sheep fabric, from a few years ago and wanted to make curtains to hide my mess under a counter. So yesterday I found the fabric and today I cut it out and sewed it and ironed it. I need curtain rods now and they will be hung. As I was working on this project, and as I try to take you into my world. I need to remind you that I have the attention span of a flea. I cleaned the store, pretty much uninterrupted. I figured out how long I wanted these curtains...still focused....I lay them out and cut them...still focused...but as I stand up from the floor and cutting these curtains, I notice brownies on the table...hhhhmmmm..Ok just one. Back to business, I get out the ironing board and iron, fill the iron with water, pick up the schnibbles of fabric on the newly vacuumed carpet. Oh I need some music, so now I decide to mark the stereo with marker so I don't have to search for my favorite radio station which is out of Chicago, the DRIVE. Hey this marker is pretty cool, it marks in silver, so I proceed to draw a little on some papers...oh back to the project. I open the sewing machine and it has the color thread on it I need, good going. I serge all of the edges, well I start serging and hhmmmm I thought a movie was delivered from Netflix? Where is it? Oh look more chocolate, ahhhh I need to renew my passport, hey I can also sew a liner for this purse I just finished....I think I will knit some fiber up, maybe I should go to the bathroom, I think I need some coffee, I, I , I, Oh yeah, I need to iron the hems on these curtains. So in my peabrain head I do one set of hems at a time so as not to get too bored, with just sewing and or just ironing. Meanwhile I have made shopping list of things to get to hang these curtains.....I 'm tired writing this stuff. Had a good time last night, lots of food!!! Lots of fun and some new faces!!! Have a good weekend!

I'm on a misson

I am working on a collage of knitting/crocheting hands. Hands that are working with yarns. I realize after teaching knitting, just how fascinating it is that we all knit differently. We all are comfortable with how we do it, and stick with it. Why not it works for us, and if the stitch is right, you're good. I want to take photos of different hands at work, moving yarn to make stitches, young hands, old hands, everyones hands. So if you stop into the shop, be prepared for a photo shoot. Bring your project and I will photograph you playing. No need to worry about your hair, or your wrinkles, or that zit you developed overnight...it's just your hands. Ok enough about that...have you any idea how much we live for our pets? Since my loss I catch myself still doing things that my Tinker trained me to do. Like never leave a rolling object on a flat object...ie: chapstick on a counter, my dog has eatten more chapstick due to the dynamic duo of Tinker rolling it onto the floor and Joey tasting it. When I open a cupboard I do a double check to see if I left a cat inside. I can take the lid off of my coffee cup and water so Tinker doesn't drink out of it. I guess I never realized, just how lucky we are that are pets let us live in their homes.