Heather’s Handiwork

Heather from Crazy With Love nominated me for a Sunshine Blog Award.  But, she did it so sneakily, I ended up nominating myself!  Go read it, and you’ll see what I mean!

(Be prepared to be snagged.  She’ll do it, too!!   Muahwawahaha)

Here’s the why come:

The Sunshine Blogger Award is given to bloggers who are inspiring and bring sunshine into the lives of their readers and fellow bloggers… to bloggers who positively and creatively inspire others in the blogosphere… is a way for bloggers to get to know each other and also get other bloggers to link to their website.

I’m copying this next part directly from Heather:

To the ever evolving revolving-door of rules:

(Isn’t she funny??  YES!!)

1. Thank the person who nominated you in a blog post.

Thank you, Heather!!  I think one reason I like her so much is, she’s crazy like me!  And revels in it!  If you’re gonna be crazy, might as well enjoy it, I say!

2. Answer the 11 questions set by the person who nominated you.

Heather didn’t ask me any questions, I guess because she was so busy congratulating herself on so handily avoiding having to pick just 11 other bloggers!   Well played, Heather!

And this next part is also copied straight from Heather’s post:

This chiquita banana isn’t playing favorites. There are only so many hours in my day, probably in your day too, that I can spend reading. So if I follow your blog, guess what, I read it and I like it. And if you have had the insane patience to read all of this and find yourself here (X marks the spot) I officially nominate you because you deserve an award for trudging through my nonsense. Paste, glue, staple, or tape your blog link in the comments zone so other crazy campers can check you out.     (See why I like her so much???  So much in fact, that I ❤ her!)

So, join in on the crazy fun!  I dare ya!

Oh yeah, questions….

Hmmmm…

What is your ring tone?

Are you old enough to know what the AV club was, in high school?

How do you eat your peas?  Fork?

Can you tell this is a fork? Ok, quit focusing on the huge bald head!

 Knife?  

You guessed it, the spoon

 5 fingees?  (yes, I MEANT to say fingees.  It’s just more fun to say than fingers!)

Yes, my real toes, with real peas in between. Yuck! IKR??

(hopefully not with your toes!!  But hey, it’s your food, not mine!)  In the mashed potatoes??

Disclaimer: Real peas were hurt in the making of this post.  It was horrible, they were masticated to death.  So cruel.

Who let the dogs out?  (Now you know how old I am!  But seriously, Who?  I wanna know!  Whenever I ask people, all they do is echo-sing the question, then do that owl hoo, hoo thing back at me.)

Corduroy or fleece?

Mountains or molehills?

Solar or lunar?

(What does that even MEAN??)

What other questions should I ask?

(That was 9.  This is brutal!)

What color is your can opener??  I’m serious!  I wanna know!

(I just had to ditch my purple one, cuz it    wait for it    didn’t open cans!!!  I almost cried!!

But, it’s PURPLE!!!

Do you separate your laundry by colors?  Or just wash it all together?   (If you do it by color, and shudder type of fabric, we may not be able to continue our friendship.  I warn you, you’re on probation!!)

Okay, now, the baton’s been passed to you… run, Forrest, run!!

All Aglow

Okay, since the winning pic got it’s own post, and LBeth got her requested post, when is the runner-up gonna get it’s own post? Huh?  Ya predjuiced against glow sticks, er summin??

Alright, Alright, quit nagging!  Sheesh!

Here is the behind the scenes story of Me-All Aglow.

It was Brother’s Big Black Birthday Bash:  Farewell to his Youth.  His youth is DEAD>  Did I mention he is officially OLD now?

Sister and I planned big ole black funeral party, for his 50th.

Decorations, even the food had to be black.  Remember the black eggs???

Dutifully eating the “rotten” eggs.

(I know I’ve written about them before, I just can’t remember where.  Sieve brain.  Don’t make fun, you’ll get old one day.

I finally remembered!  Yay me!  Go here.)

WE even went so far as to order request that everyone wear black.

Sis had glow sticks for everyone.  And of course, since I can NEVER be like everyone else, I wore mine as a necklace, AND earrings!

me all aglow

I wanted to make rings, a bracelet, AND a headband too, but Sis whined something about, “Melinda, you can’t take them all.  There’s other people here too!”

Whatever.…

Did I mention the temp tats?  See the star on my cheek?  We wanted to really blow it out for his 50th.

(Poor guy, as the middle child, he never had any parties.  Yeah, right, like he was the only one who had to eat beans everyday, while we ate steak.  snicker, snicker)

Anyway, they had to be temp tats, cuz the real ones HURT!!!

Strawberry tat, that was NOT kissed on by a kitten.

 And the tat parlor refused to tattoo him, while he was still tied up.    What?  Like you’ve never tied up your little brother and tried to tattoo him???

5 Photos, 5 Stories part two

Sherry and me, around 1963

This is my Aunt Sherry, and I on my Grandma’s porch.  My Grandma – who is her mother’s porch.

Sherry is only 5 months older than me.  And no, I never called her Aunt!  Except to tease her, and try to make her feel old!  Ya know, since she’s a  WHOLE 5 MONTHS!! older than me!

I’m on the right.  I think I’m looking down, and frowning because we were comparing our ugly Flintstone feet.

See how I’m kicking that right foot out??  I’m comparing how fat my foot is to hers.  It’s a whole family pastime, to whip out our piggies and see whose is the ugliest this year.  You should see all my aunts gathered together!

What? your family doesn’t do this?  Well, sorry for you, then!

Who pedals your car, when you’re all together???

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Bundles of Bibles

Guess how many Bibles I had on my Expedit??  Go ahead- guess!

6!!  ( I couldn’t wait.  Sorry I blurted it out, before you had a chance to think.)

4 of 6

My latest, and newest favorite

Children’s version

And I’m fully certain I can’t read all of them at once.  So, that being said, more than 1 or 2, might be {gulp}

clutter.  Shudder.   I can’t believe I just admitted that!

Hence, the need for de-cluttering.

Now, decision time;  exactly how many Bibles does 1 person need?

Let me start reasoning this out:  The burgundy one in the top photo is fairly new, large print, but is not sentimental to me, at all.  So, that one can go.

The orangish one is an old one of mine that is not sentimental at all either, so it can go.

Hey, this de-cluttering stuff isn’t as hard as I thought it would be!

The brown, spotted one is a really old one of Mama‘s, that she wrote comments in.  That one can NOT go!!  It is very sentimental to me.  I love reading it occasionally, and seeing what verses were particularly meaningful to her.

The one at the bottom, with a tree on it, was given to me by my parents, when I was 8.  VERY sentimental!   Keeping that one as well.

So, let’s see; so far out of 4 Bibles, I’ve gotten rid of 2, and kept 2.  Hmmmm…. 50%- how bad is that?

Any reduction in stuff, is good, right?  Nicole?  Kristen?

Considering I won’t have any bookshelves in my new place….  oh wait!  I have Granny’s corner cabinet!!

It has shelves!!  That can be my Bible bookshelf!  Hurray!

Of course I’m keeping the purple one.  (that’s a no brainer!)

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So Slobby Sewing Space

(Drats!  Couldn’t think of an alliterative title today.  Oh, the agony!  Guess I’m losing my touch.  sigh  { This was when I titled it Crafty Sewing Room.  Thank goodness I kept thinking!})

Comes from being old, plus losing half my mind over the years.  I did have 2 kids, you know. ( Someone told me insanity is inheirited, you get it from your kids!)

 

My Fabric Stash

Long, long ago, this was my dining room, (before Nov. Yes, 6 months is a long time to me!  Every day’s a new day, when you’re insane.)  Now, it’s my craft/ sewing room. Not that much of either is being done in there right now.  Can you imagine if I tried to go in there with my walker?  I’d break more bones than just my back!

So annoying.  I know I certainly can’t be responsible for all that chaos!  Why, I haven’t even been in there since Feb. 22.  So, I know I didn’t do it.

And, no, my fabric stash is NOT hoarding!  How dare you!!  I will use it all!  (Someday, in the future, before I die, provided I live to be a very old lady.)

Well, maybe I could organize it a little.  Just so it doesn’t become Hoarding Buried Alive, and strangle me in the night.

Some of those fabrics get very cranky when they feel under-appreciated.

Bad, Bad Shoes.

(Did you hear the scolding tone of the title? I totally meant it to sound like I was yelling at a dog for messing in the house.) Look closely at my shoes, see any problems??

{The sole was peeling away from the sides.}

(I messed up with these photos.  At that time, I didn’t know if you deleted them from the library, that they disappeared from the post.    I know, you might think it’s a “DUH!”     But, to me it wasn’t.     So, now I have missing pix in some posts.      And, due to the fact that the shoes went in the trash, I can’t recover the pix.)   

 

I knew they were old, but really????  This is why I prefer to go barefoot, but the hot sidewalks are brutal here in FL!!  Okay, so I bought a new pair, since I can no longer wear my beloved ugly sandals, due to my falls. So, then what happens to the old ones?  Throw them back into the far forsaken corner of the closet?  Under the bed? In the vast wasteland under the sink?  Those would be my former slob choices.     No! Be a non-slob and throw them away! Alright, alright! Quit nagging!  There, they’re in the trash. Happy now??