I survived the Great Snowmageddon!

Ha. I cracked myself up, truly.

You may have seen that the South received about 2 inches of snow. Then completely iced over. It started snowing here Tuesday about 0900. I left my office at 1130. Slid right on out of my parking lot. Almost hit a tee-niney sports car in my apartment complex drive. And almost hit the two that park on either side of me.... while driving at a slow crawl at that. (It doesn't help that we all park on a hill.) I'm not from the South! I can drive in "real snow"! This was nuts...

So... I have been stuck until today. The drive was one big ice rink. What did I do? Laundry, scrubbed my oven clean and stitched. I stitched until I thought I would go blind. Fabulous, really.

I worked on my Fire Burn & Cauldron Bubble until I ran out of thread. I chided myself when I ran out... I mean who in their right mind starts a stitch, all in one color might I add, without having enough thread to complete it? I proudly, and with a devilish grin, raise my hand and shout "I DO!!!!" To which I also say "tsk, tsk, naughty, naughty..." I'm almost half way done though...

Once I ran out of my 552 purple thread, I worked on my flowers... I actually started it over a week ago... To the possibility of your dismay... I don't have all of the colors for this one as of yet. LOL. However, the lower left quad is completed... ok... completed as much as I can complete thus far. (Don't judge.)

Also, you should know that my morning cup of coffee is not complete without my Jack Skelington mug... and you may not be able to see it very well, but the Magic 8 Ball is used quite often as a difficult decision making tool... either by yours truly or my students.

So.... you may ask... "Besides stitching and cleaning, what else did you do, Trina?" To which I would reply with a chuckle... "I stitched some more!" What can I say... I live life completely on the edge... always careful not to fall off into the bottomless, boredom abyss. Anyhoo... I started my Guardian Angel. This one I stitch in memory of my Aunt Trudy. She passed away from GIST cancer at the ripe old age of 41 about 10 yrs ago. I remind myself that if I can make it past that age life is gravy.

Well... before I fare thee well, I wanted to show you a couple of my "snow" pics. I absolutely love my holly tree... just not the berries tracked into my apartment. Little Cricket had a blast, though! She would have stayed out all day if I had let her... I just feared her becoming a Cricket Pop. How would you defrost a dog? Blow dryer I presume. LOL... ok maybe not so funny.

For today:
Drink some nice hot cocoa... because I said so... stay warm... 
and remember... "should've" is a stick we beat ourselves with... just do as you will and there will be no regrets... not making a decision is still making a decision.

Hugs!