I made new hot pads for my kitchen. My old ones were disgusting to say the very least. I love the new ones mucho.
Do you see this 'Christmas Stocking?' It's made out of Matthew's baby blanket. I bought the fabric in 1998 at JoAnn's. I want you to look at it closely. Do you have any of this fabric in your stash? I have been looking for it for over 10 years, so this is my last ditch effort to acquire more of it. I'm looking for the pig fabric and the plaid back fabric as well. I'll buy it from you, trade fabric with you, sew for you, or buy you a puppy. I have fabric in my stash that I purchased the same day I bought this. I'm hoping someone out there does too. If you have it and are willing to part with it, let me know! gracias.
linking up with cmq finish it up friday
Friday, March 22, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
A little story.
Once upon a time, there was a lovely mother who had a very handsome son. [and two pretty girls too.]
One day the mother decided to pick her son up from school [because she is so kind and Christ like.] While these two people were driving home, they saw some friends from church waiting for the school bus.
To make the children laugh, the son popped his head out the window and beat his chest like a gorilla as they drove by. Everyone laughed. Then the friend, provoked the lovely mother, causing her and her son to turn around and go back, for round 2.
The next time, the son opened the van door and stood in the opening as they drove by their friends. The friends were happy. The mom was happy. The son was happy. An innocent passerby? Not. Happy. As the mom and her son started driving home, a car started following them. The car was driving exceedingly fast through the neighborhood the mom and boy were exiting. It turned right onto the main road after they did. That car followed the mom and boy until they made the final turn on their street. The mom and child were relieved when the car drove straight as they turned.
The End right? Not so, compadre.
Fast forward twenty minutes and there was a knock on the mom's door. She was frightened. She thought maybe that car was following her. As she and her son opened the door, it wasn't a stranger. It was a police man.
Mom: Hi there.
Policeman: Hi. Who was driving the mini van?
Mom: Me.
Policeman: Who was with you.
Mom: My son.
Policeman: Were driving with the slider door open?
Mom: Yes. For the span of two homes. Our friends were waiting for the preschool bus and we wanted to say hello to them.
Policeman: Were you doing anything else?
Mom: Nope. Did someone call and turn us in?
Policeman: Yes.
Mom: It was probably the green Accura driving like a madman through the neighborhood.
Policeman: That's how they described you.
Boy: Do you know someone named Ryan {insert policeman's last name here} ?
Policeman: Why?
Boy: He's one of my good friends.
Mom: Does that worry you now?
Policeman: Do you go to {insert boy's school name here.}
Boy: yes. and we were on the same football team.
Policaman: What's your name?
Boy: {says his name}
Policeman: I remember. I should have known by your sweatshirt. {It was fan wear from the football team.}
Everyone: laugh, talk about football for a second.
Policeman: Alright, have a good day.
Mom: Sorry you had to take time out of your day for this.
Policeman: No problem. See ya.
Mom: See ya.
The End.
This story may or may not be based on an actual even.
Ps, if this story is based on actual events, please know I never drive like a mad man. I gave that up over 10 years ago. I drive like a grandma.
One day the mother decided to pick her son up from school [because she is so kind and Christ like.] While these two people were driving home, they saw some friends from church waiting for the school bus.
To make the children laugh, the son popped his head out the window and beat his chest like a gorilla as they drove by. Everyone laughed. Then the friend, provoked the lovely mother, causing her and her son to turn around and go back, for round 2.
The next time, the son opened the van door and stood in the opening as they drove by their friends. The friends were happy. The mom was happy. The son was happy. An innocent passerby? Not. Happy. As the mom and her son started driving home, a car started following them. The car was driving exceedingly fast through the neighborhood the mom and boy were exiting. It turned right onto the main road after they did. That car followed the mom and boy until they made the final turn on their street. The mom and child were relieved when the car drove straight as they turned.
The End right? Not so, compadre.
Fast forward twenty minutes and there was a knock on the mom's door. She was frightened. She thought maybe that car was following her. As she and her son opened the door, it wasn't a stranger. It was a police man.
Mom: Hi there.
Policeman: Hi. Who was driving the mini van?
Mom: Me.
Policeman: Who was with you.
Mom: My son.
Policeman: Were driving with the slider door open?
Mom: Yes. For the span of two homes. Our friends were waiting for the preschool bus and we wanted to say hello to them.
Policeman: Were you doing anything else?
Mom: Nope. Did someone call and turn us in?
Policeman: Yes.
Mom: It was probably the green Accura driving like a madman through the neighborhood.
Policeman: That's how they described you.
Boy: Do you know someone named Ryan {insert policeman's last name here} ?
Policeman: Why?
Boy: He's one of my good friends.
Mom: Does that worry you now?
Policeman: Do you go to {insert boy's school name here.}
Boy: yes. and we were on the same football team.
Policaman: What's your name?
Boy: {says his name}
Policeman: I remember. I should have known by your sweatshirt. {It was fan wear from the football team.}
Everyone: laugh, talk about football for a second.
Policeman: Alright, have a good day.
Mom: Sorry you had to take time out of your day for this.
Policeman: No problem. See ya.
Mom: See ya.
The End.
This story may or may not be based on an actual even.
Ps, if this story is based on actual events, please know I never drive like a mad man. I gave that up over 10 years ago. I drive like a grandma.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Something We've Never Seen Before!
Ken and I drove over to Ellensburg on Friday to deliver a body to a cemetery there. (We know how to date in style.) When we got there, we were surprised at their innovative nature. They used a backhoe to put the casket into the mausoleum wall. We were so surprised (?) we had to take a couple of photos and a video. We'd never seen anything like it before! We didn't even know you could get an attachment like this one for a backhoe. I've gone onto the John Deere website to see what I can find, and I'm not sure they didn't make it themselves. Either way, it's very clever and good use of their resources.
Now aren't you glad you visited my blog today? Happy Wednesday to you.
Friday, March 1, 2013
You Might Be Related To Me If...part two...
- You know what a wally bally is.
- The Beast, The Bomber and Jaws are not movies. But you already knew that.
- You're not interest in being the duck or the goose, but you do know how to take a jump to the left, and then a step to the right. [Put your hands on your hips, and bend your knees in time]
- You learned your colors by separating Suckers.
- Bowling and reading do not involve books or pins.
- You went to school when you were sick. You knew you could rest there.
- You ever played super chicken.
- Your dad built a casket or two in the garage, but not because someone died. Actually, I'm not sure he built them, but they were definitely in our garage in Meridian. (think toe pinchers)
- Your dad and brother built a casket, because someone did die.
- You Light Up My Life, The Old Lamp Lighter, That Lucky Old Sun, and Here Am I all hold a special place in your heart.