Cheers!

My friend invited me to a "working artist tour" on Camano Island yesterday. We drove all over the island visiting artist's studio's. These studio's ranged from a little room in a house to a full scale metal shop packed full of the most interesting machines one could imagine. I am fascinated with metal work, and would love to be able to create things that make people smile.

I saw a kiln on Craig's list, and would love to take lessons in making fused glass uh things. Yard art, metal with glass thingies in it..ahh...Gardenia is so creative..I don't have an artistic cell in my body and no yard, but it is a fun dream.

My friend is an artist and makes lampwork beads. You can pop by and look at her stuff at http://hippkittybeads.com/

Happy Mother's Day!

International Women's Day

Has it really been that long since I posted anything?? Saying I have been busy is just an excuse.

Dealing with a health issue, work, a 20 year old son, trying to fit in time for the grandson, living in a plastic wrapped house, chunks of sheet rock laying on the floor and six inches of dirt and dust on everything....

My life is in disarray. I can't go out on my deck and enjoy a glass of wine and watch the sun set, my deck is gone.

I am happy that I am no longer taking Methotrexate and have abandoned Prednisone.

Maybe my hair will grow back and I won't look like Humpty Dumpty when I go to Casper in July.

My mother still isn't speaking to me.

Sisty is looking beautiful and getting healthy. For once in her life she is taking care of herself! Yay!!! Thank heaven she is blogging again. No comfort in the fact that her life is so disheveled and she is in her winter of discontent. I have been there for a while, it is time to leave.

Daylight savings comes this Saturday, more daylight will be a welcome change..wish they would leave it there. Wasn't it all about the energy savings back when the fuel/energy prices skyrocketed? In the 70's. Foggy times.

$3.56 a gallon for gas here in the PacNW and it is still going. Same for a gallon of milk.

internationalwomensday.com

Shoes

My youngest son has as it seems, recovered from his first broken heart. Being that much in love at the tender age of eighteen is a tenuous situation.


He cried . Wailed. Great body wrenching sobs. I held him for hours on the couch, in the dark. Two, three nights in a row. I came home from work and found him on the floor in his bedroom. Slumped against his dresser, head fallen forward on his chest. I called his name. I could not see him moving. No rise and fall of his chest. I could not rush to him I could not move. My feet were surely nailed to the floor, my mind willing them to move. Lowering myself to my knees I moved very gently out of the hallway and into the bedroom. Two fingers touched his cheek.


My most profound fear still lives in a place of my heart.


Yesterday my son bought his new love a pair of shoes for Valentine's Day and he is cooking her dinner tonight. (A little advice not to overcook the shrimp via a cell phone text). He left me a message on the refrigerator with my grandson's alphabet magnets. "I love you"





It took two and a half years.


I navigate the mixture of emotions carefully..don't give telltale signs (or words) lest I tip him off that I are terrified that the relationship most likely won't last a lifetime.......

I know, it is a GIRL holiday. Get over it. Buy chocolate, flowers, diamonds, cut a heart out of any kind of paper and write I love you on it. Make the bed, draw a small heart on the bathroom mirror ( then be the one to clean it up). kiss her eyelids, take the kids to the park so she can take a nap..put your coffee cup in the dishwasher.

Let your heart

for a

day be

the

winner.

You will be "banking" more than

Gift from our Government

Our Rebate checks according to officio's, should begin arriving sometime in May.

This is going to save the United States of America from a recession.

We will gleefully clutch our rebate checks and with rosy cheeks and breathless excitement will run to the local Walmart and buy items from China. Duh.

Or like the vast majority of us"middle incom-ers" hahahahah sorry, let me compose my silly self..we will bend to more extravagant pleasures like paying the overdue payment on a credit card, or the late electric bill or even go to the grocery and splurge not on macaroni and cheese but HAMBURGER!

Fast forward to April 15 2009. Income taxes must be filed or in the mail, and guess what? That $600 or $1200 check you got last year..yup...please subtract if from any refund you might be getting. See it is not a GIFT from the government..it is a LOAN, of our own money that the government gave us to keep us out of a recession so that we could go out and buy American products from small mom and pop businesses that are about to close so that we can pay it back next year to ourselves no uh the government uh but it is our money uh but it is a rebate uh..oh hell...I am going to buy a bottle of wine (French) and have a bag of popcorn (American) and ..............think of another rant.

Elliptical Hell

Dinners,

you get your feet ont' one of these things and pretend you are going somewhere's. But you don't. Sound familiar? Easier on the knees these, than walking. I am more familiar with the Clothes Hanger Helper Model 3. Comes in handy when you are too tired or too tight to hang your clothes on hangers and put them into the closet.

The feet thingies..come in real handy for plants. Put plants on and raise and lower to accomodate the sun requirements of said plant. Helps if you live in summy climate.

It can also be used as guest seating in the event of a great football playoff. I believe there are handy cup holders for the refreshing beverage.

New Year

I hope that my friends don't mind being posted. I would hate them to be upset with me and not invite me to another New Year Celebration.

My friend, her friend and sister ...her sister helps throw these delicious and fun parties. Two a Years. New Years Eve and the YaYa in August. I am not tellin'.





This is my wish for all of you!!



May peace break into your house and may thieves come to steal your debts. May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet of $100 bills. May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips! May your clothes smell of success like smoking tires and may happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be that of joy. May the problems you had forget your home address! In simple words............ May 2008 be the best year of your life!!!