The Keikis have names!

Everyone already knows that I name my plants. And everyone already knows that I've had my orchid, Calypso, for quite some time. I feared that she would never bounce back from being sunburned in the car because the keikis stopped growing. I resigned myself that is was time to pot the keikis and let Calypso go. Lo and behold, Calypso had a spot of new growth. I think the pitch to my shriek of excitement was high enough that the dogs started barking and the windows cracked. LOL.  Excited, I was.

She still looks rough, but now there's hope she will recover. Especially since the kids have been weened, LOL.

As for the keikis... I almost went old school and named them Laverne and Shirley... hahaha. Upon second thought, I decided that since their mother's name represented a bad@ss... they needed to be named via the same fashion. Say hello to Arwen and Ygritte...

All comfy in their new space.

As for Starry Night: it's coming along quite nicely. The top right corner has been found. YAY! Progress! That's what happens when you spend the holiday weekend stitching it up to a Harry Potter marathon. So close and yet so far.

Still driving Precious without an O2 sensor. I went to three different places last Friday. One was closed. Went to ask a friend for help, but he wasn't at work. So his co-worker said to pull into the bay and he'd help. At that point the Manager said no just as my car was being jacked up. Really? I should've just kept my mouth shut when I was told my friend wasn't there. So what if they were a tire shop... they have a jack and tools, right?! So, the Manager told me to go to a place just down the road. I get there, run in, and the guy tells me they are covered up with work and it would be next week. REALLY!!! Their shop had 3 bays... that were all EMPTY!  Buckets and buckets of profanity started sloshing around in my not-so-ladylike brain at that point, but I was a good girl, said thank you and left. You know, it would take all of a few minutes for a brute of a man to unscrew my O2 sensor. I would have done it but I'm just not strong enough. Grrr. 

It's the stuff life is made of that makes it interesting... failures, triumphs, blessings and @ssholes.

Mini rant over.

Smooches!

Moose is Life!

What does that even mean?! There's always a variety of scribble scrabble on my desk calendar. On any given day you'll see "Hey Giiiirl!", "What's up?", "Skipper Rules" or various other do-dads and swirly-gigs. But, I have to say "Moose is Life!" is a new one on me.

Ive been not-so-patiently working on Starry Night. I do believe I have almost made it to the other side!

It won't be long before I am chopping all that extra fabric away. YAY! I think I mentioned not being 94 when I put the finished piece away and leave this world in my sleep... however, I am now thinking I may not win the battle over becoming cross eyed. I know, drama at it's best.  :)  At least I am smiling about it.

Speaking of smiling... Precious has proven me wrong once again. I, yes me with very little assistance from my brother, dropped the gas tank and replaced the fuel pump and then fuel filter. When all was said and done I kicked her in the tire and screamed "Who's my b!$ch, now?!?!" Precious purred like a kitten... until she didn't the next morning when she died. I guess it was her way of putting me back in my place, LOL. Five new codes. It's official. I AM THE JOB OF CARS! What did I do? First thing was order an O2 sensor and scream bloody hell. Then, I text my Daddy. (Are you surprised?) I mentioned the issues, the likeness to Job, and then told him I was trying to keep the faith and not order an RPG off the black market. (As if I really would.) Daddy's response? "I'm not worried about you ordering off the black market... b!$ch be taking all your money. Word." It's a good thing he can help me laugh through the invisible tears. In the meantime, I'm trying to figure out how to make millions off my own flugelbinder idea... in a perfect world.

Someone please tell me that you're living the high life on a yacht somewhere. It would be nice to know in order to live vicariously through you.

Keep it real, peeps.

Day Dreaming and Starry Night

They go hand in hand, right?

As promised, I started back on Starry Night over this past weekend. Decided I better just buckle down to complete the next 40K stitches because I have another big project sitting in the wings. Wink wink. But, here it is so far:

I wanted to get more stitched, but the boy and I helped haul 180 bales of hay on Saturday. Then Sunday I was down to Macon for a conference.

I returned home yesterday to find that Meeko had Houdinied (Is that a real word? If not, pretend it is.) herself out of her cage. This meant that my apt was in shambles as she cleared the end table, dumped Cricket's water bowl and left land mines by the front door and in the bathroom. It would seem that I keep getting roped into babysitting, lol. (The girl is now on a two week trip to Wyoming.) This Yeti certainly does love her Meeko though.

As for day dreaming.... weeeeellllll... if you ladies don't know who Brock O'hurn is.... you need to cyber meet him. I'm not sure about his character/demeanor but he is definitely pretty to look at.
Mr. Man Bun himself...

You're welcome.
You know, it should be completely illegal for a man to have prettier hair than a woman. Totally not fair.

And then I asked myself... is he prettier than the character of Jon Snow??? (Played by Kit Harrington) Oh, the dilemma!

I may be pushing 37 27, but I am definitely not blind to God's creations.

And then... the daydreaming was shattered in an instant when I was called with a notification for an audit... bahaha. Don't worry, I'm not complaining about it, though it does raise my hackles a tad bit. I actually love being audited. I have been in my position for 7 years and not once have there ever been any findings on my work. I think it makes the auditors crazy, lol. This will be the time for my OCD perfectionist flaws to shine like rock stars!

Ok, I'm rambling. My bad.

Peace, Love and Happiness my peeps!

What it is, Yo?!

Home safe and sound after a debacle of a trip to Elvis Town. My 4 day weekend turned into 10 days. It's not like this workaholic didn't have plenty of vacation, but I did not want to use the time being stranded due to transmission failure and then the mechanic frying my electric board. (As a side note, Scotty needs to be fired because he never did approve my request to be beamed to the beach.) Now... my fuel pump is acting up. Would someone like a free rain cloud? It's been hovering over my head for almost 2 decades. On the brighter side, I've learned to laugh through my tears.

Moving on...

The kids and I did end up having some fun with my parents and grandparents. Grandaddy turned 80 so we had his party. And he totally enjoyed hanging out with my Boy:

Daddy took us to the deck on top of the Pyramid:

The Girl let Meeko play outside. She decided she liked picking up hitch hikers. Have you ever nit picked a ferret? Great times, I tell you. We ended up having to hold her by the scruff so she'd chill out.

I finished another Christmas ornament and started back on Starry Night. Isn't it just too cute?!

AND... chopped about 8 inched off my hair: Can you tell I was extremely excited by the Mona Lisa smile? My shampoo/conditioner bill should be cut in half!

A couple more things before I disappear from cyber space for the day:
1. Someone needs to put a stop to the plethora of coffee consumption studies. They're giving me whiplash! Yesterday the amount of my coffee consumption was healthy for my heart, today it's caused me to have one foot in the grave and another on a banana peel. I just want to scream out "you're killing me, smalls!"
2. Refining your skills for mischief is a must. Not doing so just turns your mischief into extremely bad behavior. Please tell me that you know the difference...
3. Don't be so serious... if you can't laugh at yourself, message me... I'll laugh at you and teach you how. 

All right peeps... keep it golden!
XOXO

I mean, really???

Who in their right mind would put "nom, nom, nom" on a pack of tissues? People are not meant to think of their boogies as nom, nom, nom. Someone in the marketing department got this one all wrong.

I did start working on a quick stitch. It's called First Star. I found the pattern in one of my cross stitch magazines. I should be done with it this weekend.

Too cute, right?






Headed to Elvis Town tomorrow. Please pray for my sanity. (What little I have is holding on by half a thread. One little twist and I'm a goner.) Traveling with two teenagers, a dog and a ferret can be slightly tricky. I may just drug them all with Benadryl and wake them up when we get there. I mean, I suppose I could give Cricket Benadryl, I've given her baby Tylenol when her RX was too much for her pain level. It works. And, if I accidentally overdose her at least she's had a good long life, right? I'M NOT BEING SERIOUS!! True I've given Cricket Tylenol, but I wouldn't just give her Benadryl. Remember... never take me serious unless I say I'm being serious... seriously.

That's all I've got.  Off to get more coffee and try to convince my cousin to FedEx me a really juicy green chili cheeseburger... now that's nom, nom, nom!

XOXO

41,360 Stitches So Far

Yup, Starry Night is 1/3 of the way complete! I think I'm going to take a break from Van Gogh and stitch something small again. I think I'm going blind from all the black, blue and green. Totally excited that I have made it this far. As Thomas says, "I think I can, I think I can."
Oh my goodness... I just now noticed that I have actually stitched the shadow of a house in the lower right corner. It looks completely different when it is all up in my face. (I can't find my glasses, lol,)

I took a day trip to Bear Paw with some friends. It was AMAZING just sitting on the lake and balcony. Lovely day, just lovely.

Upon my return from Bear Paw, I went to purchase new scissors, after Dottie destroyed my last pair. I must have looked at 15 different pair. The store didn't carry any even similar to the last pair... so irritating. However, it was a no kids weekend for this single girl... who needs food when you have wine, stitching and GoT? (Please don't remind me that I need to get a real life... I'm already attuned to the fact that the edge I'm living on is really sad. HAHA!)

Other than that, same stuff different day.

Wishing you peace, love and a fabulous weekend!

Only Me.

People often wonder why I am selectively social. Sometimes, I just don't like people. Sometimes, I  don't like me. Sometimes, it's because my brain to mouth filter malfunctions and I say ridiculousness.
Last night I suffered from a brain to mouth filter malfunction. I went to a local high school to present a couple of scholarships. I said good evening and called out the wrong school name. to which I showed my utter shock and appall :
(this was me... literally)

I brought my self back from the edge claiming that was bad and begged to not be lynched. The audience laughed when I mentioned something about losing my mind. Thankfully, I presented the two scholarships without blunder. As I said thank you, I received a grand round of applause and hastily exited stage left and straight out the auditorium door. Now the answer to the puzzle remains... were they clapping because my blunder was hilarious or were they just happy to see me leave? Let's pray it was because of being proud of the students who showed great promise and received scholarship funds.

I decided that I needed some retail therapy while driving home. I remembered that I had ran out of my 3866 thread for Starry Night. Hobby Lobby... here I come. I only spent 45 cents on the thread. That was some expensive therapy! haha.

Finally. I'm home and in my comfy clothes. I sit down to stitch. Not. My poor stitching scissors have met their demise. Dottie, the neighbor's dog that I am "babysitting" decided they would make an excellent chew toy. See... the culprit. She better know that I love her.

Other than that, it's Friday! The morning started off rough when I banged my head on the bathroom door (don't ask), I spilled half a bottle of nail polish remover (1st world problem at it's best) and calmed my neighbor as she was crying (her husband is in ICU... this would be Dottie's Mom and Dad).

The afternoon is ending GREAT as I have a banana pudding milkshake in hand, I will head straight for new scissors and a bottle of wine after work, and Starry Night is coming along fabulously! I'm pretty psyched about finishing it before I am ninety. (That just means I will have to pass away after I finish another big project... LOL... ok bad humor.)

 Alright, peeps. Shut down your computer and go do something productive!

XOXO