Well it has been eons since I put anything in here.
Today is the pits. It is a horrid snowday. Our gig got canceled and so I am going to finish shoveling the drive and bake some cookies.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Enough with the cats - back to beads
I actually got it together and went downtown. I hate going, hate the drive.
But I went.
I went into not one, not two, but four separate bead stores and spent, spent, spent.
I now have the ability to open my own bead outlet.
I have enough beads to make bracelets into the next millenium.
I needed red beads to complete an order for three bracelets, two had to be red and I had very few red beads. So like I said, I bought and bought.
Last night I sat down and made 3 bracelets, one is nice and two are ugly. Jon says that someone will like them. I say nobody will and tonight I take them apart and try again.
Addendum to yesterday's blog...I took the ugly units apart and made several more.
They turned out really well but may be too small for the arms of my mother's rotund friends who wanted them.
Today I am going to the bead store yet again. It makes me happy especially when I am feeling down and not so well.
I will return later with more news.
Only problem, it is hotter than Haides in here. Our AC is not installed and so I sit in front of a stick fan and hope for the best.
I am not complaining though. I love summer, hate winter. I just find it uncomfortable in the house at night when it is very humid. Outside it could be 100 and I wouldn't care.
I have to go now and make dinner. Not that anyone cares. I know nobody knows that I have started this blog so I can say whatever the fuck I want and won't be in anyone's bad books.
But I went.
I went into not one, not two, but four separate bead stores and spent, spent, spent.
I now have the ability to open my own bead outlet.
I have enough beads to make bracelets into the next millenium.
I needed red beads to complete an order for three bracelets, two had to be red and I had very few red beads. So like I said, I bought and bought.
Last night I sat down and made 3 bracelets, one is nice and two are ugly. Jon says that someone will like them. I say nobody will and tonight I take them apart and try again.
Addendum to yesterday's blog...I took the ugly units apart and made several more.
They turned out really well but may be too small for the arms of my mother's rotund friends who wanted them.
Today I am going to the bead store yet again. It makes me happy especially when I am feeling down and not so well.
I will return later with more news.
Only problem, it is hotter than Haides in here. Our AC is not installed and so I sit in front of a stick fan and hope for the best.
I am not complaining though. I love summer, hate winter. I just find it uncomfortable in the house at night when it is very humid. Outside it could be 100 and I wouldn't care.
I have to go now and make dinner. Not that anyone cares. I know nobody knows that I have started this blog so I can say whatever the fuck I want and won't be in anyone's bad books.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Day 2 - plants and kittens.
Didn't make any new bracelets last night because I have so many chores to do. I have so much staring at me that the beads who usually come first have to remain quiet.
Beading has become very important to keep my mind off health issues, but I also have another fondness. Cats.
I am ostensibly the biggest cat lady in my town. It all started some 11 years ago when I looked out my back door and this tiny little black and white kitten was staring at me. My first reaction...oh no!!! I called Jon, my husband to the door to have a look at this pint sized critter. At first I sloughed her off but she kept on coming to the door and looking forlornly into Jon's office window in the middle of the night. I gave in. We had already gotten a cat and so I figured she could use some company.
Much to the older cat's chagrin, we brought the new unit in. We called her Mitzi since she had little white mitts on her feet.
So began the saga of the cat lady.
Everything was fine until the next summer when a black cat brought five kittens to the back door. OMG. More. I didn't know what to do.
I started to feed them, and they began recognizing me as the lunch truck. I tried finding homes for them and was not successful so there they remained. The back door and yard were their territory. One day, one of them was lying there barely breathing and I freaked out. I woke Jon up and told him Buddy was sick.
He was very sick, dying in fact. He had pneumonia. We took him to Dr. Dave the vet in Maple and I asked him to euthanize him. Dr. Dave was not a full service vet and had no serum to complete the deed. He did however say that he could cure him.
So, Buddy became our pet. I managed to find homes for 2 of the remaining 4 and then there were 2.
What was I to do? We finally decided to introduce the last two kittens into the mix and then there were 5. Too many.
To this day we have the same 5 cats. Too many but manageable.
Outside is the problem. Several Octobers ago I looked out my dining room window only to see two tiny kittens staring up at me. Shit!!...more...I know, I will feed them.
Then I fixed them a warm spot outside Jon's office window where they stayed all winter.
These two were the true start of the cat problem.
Two cats begat 5 who begat 10 and so on and so on.
I now have a resident cat population of somewhere in the neighbourhood of 12 adults and I am not sure how many kittens.
During the past 7 years I have successfully found homes for 58 cats and kittens and the number is mounting.
I currently have 19 kittens that I know of and I am sure there are more out there hiding. At the same time there is also at least one more pregnant female.
Lord help me.
I have now had 3 visits from animal control. The last was yesterday. I confronted them and indicated who the complainant was. The creepy people across the street sit on their veranda and stare over here all day long. That I must say is a nightmare.
Animal control was very understanding due to the fact that I have no food dishes or water bowls out there indicating that I am not feeding or harbouring them.
I asked for help from them and let me say they did nothing.
If you are reading this and want a kitten, please let me know. I deliver with food.
I have calicos, black and white, muted calicos, all white, red tabbies, gray tabbies.
Basically pick a colour and I have it.
Pussies galore. I asked for it and I got it I guess. I just can't let them go hungry. My conscience won't let me stop. I have an affinity for the lost creatures who did not ask to be born.
If you are a loving soul and can help, please let me know so that I can go back to my beads and not worry that there is another hungry kitten calling to me.
Beading has become very important to keep my mind off health issues, but I also have another fondness. Cats.
I am ostensibly the biggest cat lady in my town. It all started some 11 years ago when I looked out my back door and this tiny little black and white kitten was staring at me. My first reaction...oh no!!! I called Jon, my husband to the door to have a look at this pint sized critter. At first I sloughed her off but she kept on coming to the door and looking forlornly into Jon's office window in the middle of the night. I gave in. We had already gotten a cat and so I figured she could use some company.
Much to the older cat's chagrin, we brought the new unit in. We called her Mitzi since she had little white mitts on her feet.
So began the saga of the cat lady.
Everything was fine until the next summer when a black cat brought five kittens to the back door. OMG. More. I didn't know what to do.
I started to feed them, and they began recognizing me as the lunch truck. I tried finding homes for them and was not successful so there they remained. The back door and yard were their territory. One day, one of them was lying there barely breathing and I freaked out. I woke Jon up and told him Buddy was sick.
He was very sick, dying in fact. He had pneumonia. We took him to Dr. Dave the vet in Maple and I asked him to euthanize him. Dr. Dave was not a full service vet and had no serum to complete the deed. He did however say that he could cure him.
So, Buddy became our pet. I managed to find homes for 2 of the remaining 4 and then there were 2.
What was I to do? We finally decided to introduce the last two kittens into the mix and then there were 5. Too many.
To this day we have the same 5 cats. Too many but manageable.
Outside is the problem. Several Octobers ago I looked out my dining room window only to see two tiny kittens staring up at me. Shit!!...more...I know, I will feed them.
Then I fixed them a warm spot outside Jon's office window where they stayed all winter.
These two were the true start of the cat problem.
Two cats begat 5 who begat 10 and so on and so on.
I now have a resident cat population of somewhere in the neighbourhood of 12 adults and I am not sure how many kittens.
During the past 7 years I have successfully found homes for 58 cats and kittens and the number is mounting.
I currently have 19 kittens that I know of and I am sure there are more out there hiding. At the same time there is also at least one more pregnant female.
Lord help me.
I have now had 3 visits from animal control. The last was yesterday. I confronted them and indicated who the complainant was. The creepy people across the street sit on their veranda and stare over here all day long. That I must say is a nightmare.
Animal control was very understanding due to the fact that I have no food dishes or water bowls out there indicating that I am not feeding or harbouring them.
I asked for help from them and let me say they did nothing.
If you are reading this and want a kitten, please let me know. I deliver with food.
I have calicos, black and white, muted calicos, all white, red tabbies, gray tabbies.
Basically pick a colour and I have it.
Pussies galore. I asked for it and I got it I guess. I just can't let them go hungry. My conscience won't let me stop. I have an affinity for the lost creatures who did not ask to be born.
If you are a loving soul and can help, please let me know so that I can go back to my beads and not worry that there is another hungry kitten calling to me.
Friday, May 30, 2008
The first day
This was just a spur of the moment thing. I have some time on my hands and thought, why not?
I think I am an interesting girl. I have stories to tell. You wouldn't believe.
If you find this and have never heard of me, I guess my life is pretty ordinary in terms of day to day goings on.
Yet, behind the scenes, things are not always as they appear. I have issues. Health issues. Money issues and now Lord help me bead issues. That's right I said BEADS.
I was just speaking on the phone with my friend Esther and opened up to the fact that I am totally and amazingly addicted to beads. I can't help myself.
I surf and find sites and more sites and OH MY GOD, I haven't run up my credit card like this since I worked in the music business and was always charging a new outfit.
I still buy clothing, but the beads have even displaced the Shopping Channel which was my last addiction. Since beads I have only bought skin care once.
But the beads. They are precious little gems sitting on my table and calling to me. They are beckoning me at odd hours. I know I have other things to do, but I hear the beads calling my name and I am a slave to them.
If someone had told me last year that this would be my new fantasy I would have told them they had lost their minds. Beads. They are all consuming and pervasive. They work their way into your system and believe me, it is like heroin only better. Your health doesn't suffer, but certainly your pocket book does. The good thing is that I am actually selling them. I must admit that I have surprised myself on more than one occasion. The bracelets I have been making are really nice and some even outstanding. I had no idea that I had an eye for beading.
In my own defense, I have sold over 100 bracelets and have given quite a few away as gifts. Thank heaven I have an addiction that can turn into a cottage industry. Beads are hot right now and what I sell, at a ridiculously low price, makes up for the fact that I just can't stop surfing, buying, shopping in stores etc.
I have probably got 10,000 beads and more on the way. I owe, I owe it's off to surf I go.... will return later with a new tidbit and remember it could be affecting your world like it does mine.
Randi
I think I am an interesting girl. I have stories to tell. You wouldn't believe.
If you find this and have never heard of me, I guess my life is pretty ordinary in terms of day to day goings on.
Yet, behind the scenes, things are not always as they appear. I have issues. Health issues. Money issues and now Lord help me bead issues. That's right I said BEADS.
I was just speaking on the phone with my friend Esther and opened up to the fact that I am totally and amazingly addicted to beads. I can't help myself.
I surf and find sites and more sites and OH MY GOD, I haven't run up my credit card like this since I worked in the music business and was always charging a new outfit.
I still buy clothing, but the beads have even displaced the Shopping Channel which was my last addiction. Since beads I have only bought skin care once.
But the beads. They are precious little gems sitting on my table and calling to me. They are beckoning me at odd hours. I know I have other things to do, but I hear the beads calling my name and I am a slave to them.
If someone had told me last year that this would be my new fantasy I would have told them they had lost their minds. Beads. They are all consuming and pervasive. They work their way into your system and believe me, it is like heroin only better. Your health doesn't suffer, but certainly your pocket book does. The good thing is that I am actually selling them. I must admit that I have surprised myself on more than one occasion. The bracelets I have been making are really nice and some even outstanding. I had no idea that I had an eye for beading.
In my own defense, I have sold over 100 bracelets and have given quite a few away as gifts. Thank heaven I have an addiction that can turn into a cottage industry. Beads are hot right now and what I sell, at a ridiculously low price, makes up for the fact that I just can't stop surfing, buying, shopping in stores etc.
I have probably got 10,000 beads and more on the way. I owe, I owe it's off to surf I go.... will return later with a new tidbit and remember it could be affecting your world like it does mine.
Randi
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