Yes, there are a lot of ends to be woven in, but that is my most favorite thing to do in all the world so I am saving the best for last. [That last sentence was dripping with sarcasm, in case you couldn't tell.]
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Here is a shot of everything. How did that all fit in one box?
This is Emma. I opened the Greenies and was reading the packaging when she came over to investigate! She says "I don't know what they are, but I want them!"
This is Tara. She says "Eve is the best Secret Pal ever."
Well, Tara, I have to agree with you. Eve is the best. Thanks so much for everything!
Thursday, June 21, 2007
The rules: Go to Wikipedia and type in your birthday month and day only. Then post 3 events, 2 births and one holiday that occurred on your birthday, then tag 5 friends. Tsuki added the reasons she picked the items, so I did, too.
My birthday is May 12
1780 - American Revolutionary War: Charleston, South Carolina is taken by British forces (if the brits prevailed, we'd all be speaking with really cool accents!)
1937 - Coronation of King George VI of Britain at Westminster Abbey (where they all spoke with really cool accents)
2000 - The Tate Modern art gallery opens in London. (again, just for the accent thing)
1820 - Florence Nightingale (the accent)
1955 - Kix Brooks (of Brooks and Dunn fame)
National Limerick Day (because who doesn't like a good limerick?)
My 5 tagees are: Noricum, Criquette, Shelly, Stephanie, and Shelby. No pressure, though. Since this is the first time I have seen this meme, and it was kind of fun, I don't feel too bad about tagging you all, but if you don't want to do it, that's OK too.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Here is an extreme close-up.
But they can't all be hens--there would be no babies. I have never heard of a Guinea rooster, though. There is probably an official name for the different sexes, but I'm too tired to google it and find out. In exchange for my lack of information in this post, knitting or otherwise, here's another gratuitous cute baby picture.
Now, I know Emma and Tara might not be considered to be babies in the strictest, traditional, anal-retentive interpretation of the word, but they're MY babies. Oh, and if you are reading this mom and dad, yes, they ARE your grandchildren! They love you very much (and so do I)!
Friday, June 15, 2007
1968-ish: This is at the annual Sunday School picnic. I have no idea what I'm telling him here, but from the looks of it, it was very important.
1986, my college graduation. This was a very bad time in my life, but a hug from daddy could always make everything a little more...OK. It still does.
Happy Father's Day, dad. I love you more than words can say.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
It gives you a warm fuzzy feeling, knowing another lost soul found a forever family, doesn't it?
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
I am a faithful reader of Criquette's blog, and she is having a contest for a good cause. It turns out that over at Sugar Bunny Boulevard, a very nice blogger and knitter is collecting 8" bias-knit (or crocheted) squares which will be assembled into afghans for the families in Greensburg, KS whose lives have been disrupted (to say the very least) by tornados. Click on Sugar Bunny's link, and all of the information is right there on her sidebar. Criquette is giving away some lovely merino yarn to two lucky knitters who send squares to Sugar Bunny for the afghans.
The yarn of choice is worsted weight, wool or wool-blend, so you know what that means....shopping trip! All I have is sock yarn, or baby yarn, so I though I would find something from the new needlework shop that hosted WWKIP day last weekend, but they don't carry any yarn...yet. So, a trip to Michael's yielded this:
Ooooh, pretty. I started (and almost finished) my first square last night while watching The Deadliest Catch. Yes, vegetarian that I am, I enjoy witnessing thousands of little crabby lives being lost each week on the television show. Hey, I was pinched by one of those suckers once, and it hurt, so it's kind of like getting revenge -- a naughty pleasure.
Speaking of naughty, take a look at who has been hanging around by the back gate, in full view of the dogs if they should happen to look out the back door:
That little manipulator is now getting three cans of food a day. Three. I think that's a little excessive, but he insists. If Emma sees him, she stands still as a statue at the door and "wills" him to go away. Not Tara. She will stand there and howl like some unearthly creature. I have never heard sounds like that come from a dog. It's a cross between a beagle, an amorous cat, and the devil. It's kind of like OOOOWWWWW, EEEEEOOOOOWWWW, OOOOOOO, OOOOOOO, OOOOWWWWW. Joey just sits there and looks at Tara like she has lost her mind.
Take a look at these visitors to the museum this afternoon:
Sorry guys, tickets required to enter here. Astute blog readers, who have really good eyesight, are glass geeks, and are familiar with the glass made in Vineland, New Jersey between 1924 and 1931 will notice the display of Durand Art Glass in the window. Anybody? Anybody? I didn't think so.
These ducks, and others like them, have been residents here for many years. They are a cross between a Muscovy and who knows what else. Here are a few quotes from Wikipedia:
- This species, like the Mallard, does not form stable pairs, and will mate with related birds.
- When Muscovies mate with other species of ducks the offspring are called mules.
- Muscovies will mate in the water or on land.
Does that make these ducks sound like the sluts of the bird world, or what?
Saturday, June 9, 2007
A good time was had by all (and no alcohol was consumed, mom). After that I got to crawl around on Dad's garage floor (which is cleaner than my kitchen floor). We were threading some wires under my sister's car from the battery back to the trailer hitch to operate an electric winch (very different from an electric wench). Don't ask.