Saturday, June 26, 2010

Going off radar...

Hey! I just wanted everyone to know that I am going on a computer hiatus. I'm gonna take a few days for some rest and relaxation... Hang out around the house in my sweats and pig out. I need to catch up on my Golden Girls reruns and catch up on laundry. So... don't worry. I'll be back in a couple days.

For JessySihk....

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Still alive!

Well, my surgery went fine. All is well. The bleeding has stopped (all ready!). And I'm feeling pretty darn tootin' good, thanks to my wonderful doctor!! He takes good care of me. Plus, he ain't too bad looking while he's doing it either. Sorry, that was bad. Must be the painkillers!

Received from Linda in Texas today. The pictures follow....



And lots more!  Thanks Linda!

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

That figures!

Something terrible has happened! I go in for some "female" surgery in the morning so I waited til the last minute to get my bath. I light my candles, turn the hot spigot, and walk away into the next room to dig out some jammies. Humming a happy tune, I find my favorite jammie shirt. I walk back into the bathroom and bend down to test the water to find it to be cold! "No hot water?" I think. "This can't be possible."  

But, oh yeah, it is very possible. So, now that I've grumbled at someone out there, I'm going to start heating up some pots and pans on the stove. Wish me luck.... no, wish me some damn hot water!



Monday, June 21, 2010

Dan and I made plarn....

Grandma Mae was so very concerned for my mental well-being....
She'll cut ya!

Sitting on my cutting table....

Friday, June 11, 2010

Happy Birthday, Luke!

If you see Luke Williams of Commercial Press, tell him to have a good one!!

The bag is now acceptable.

The piggy has found a home.... (sigh)

Monday, June 7, 2010

Help!! This bag is too boring!!

I bought this bag at Walmart on clearance (couldn't pass it up). I thought it would make a great reusable shopping bag. The only problem is that I think it's boring and kinda ugly! What can I do to make it stand out? It's like plastic woven like... I dunno. Any ideas on how to personalize this bag?




Sunday, June 6, 2010

Impromptu Beach Bag

I was in a panic. The next day we were going to head out to Rocky Gap and here I was running around the house looking for the beach bag. What were we going to carry all our so called "needful things" in?! Then, it hit me...... Just make one. So I did. It's just a towel folded in half and sewn up the sides. I make the bottom boxy and used a washcloth as the pocket. Here it is....


Friday, June 4, 2010

Some new pics for ya's!!

A bag for my little monkey.

Lining.
A bag for my hubby.

Lining.

A bag for me.

Look! Pete and Penny on a motorcycle!

Lining.

Last, but not least.... some fat quater bags.




Whatcha's think?

Thursday, June 3, 2010

A girl with no self esteem....

We went to Rocky Gap today. First of all, the weather was great! 90 degrees and sunny! But no matter how beautiful the weather and water was, I couldn't get my mind off one thing... I'm fat. Even though I seen other women of ALL sizes on the beach, I just wanted to dig a hole in the sand and hide. But I'm too out of shape to dig a hole that big. I didn't want to leave the security of underneathe the shadow of the umbrella. Why am I this way? Why am I so ashamed? These very questions keep me up at night and haunt me during the daylight. I have many answers but still no solutions. Dieting is the obvious answer but no solution because no matter how many pounds I lose, the image I have of myself will never ever change. And no matter how often my husband tells me that I am perfect to him, still, in the back of my mind I am thinking "Dan, you need to get your eyes checked!". I will be 25 years old in September. I'm a young chick! I should be out there flaunting my double d's, not pulling my beach towel up under my chin. I know this, but can't bring myself to the point of tossing the towel aside and saying to the world "I don't care what you think!". I guess the first step to this is to learn to like myself. But how could I ever like what I see in the mirror?