Mom came over this morning and helped me throw my booth up in the drive way. I have been snivling about doing this for a couple months at least. Turns out it was a good idea to set up before the event since it gave me a good idea of how much the tables can hold. Dudes... I have enough stuff to fill my little booth at least three times. I have stuff-zilla. All the months of hunching over a table in all weather swearing till I can out perform most millitary individuals with the fluency and scope of my vocal displeasure have paid huge dividends.

I am blown away. I was so convinced that I would just have this pitifull little plot of stuff thrown together looking silly. There is nice table coverings, and really cool decorations, and matching tiny lanterns and there will be tons of twinkly lites.......
Everything looks professional, I even scrounged a real cash register drawer from the good will, brand new in it's package. I scalped every sale and thrift store for months, I have begged borrowed and stopped just short of stealing to put this together and still thought it would look bad, but......Oh my god. I am just out of words.

My driveway looked for all the world as if a band of fae set up shop for just one afternoon and magicked in things from another world.

My band of, well traditionaly it would be jolly elf helpers but it's more like grousing non human slave labor, has done me proud. In almost no time with hardly any materials and absolutly no budget we made magick. The cool kind, not the quarter out of a dirty ear stuff. With twinkly bits, and golden filigree, and people going oooohhhh.
Or else.
Pardon me, or else SIR.

I have labeled, and it is good.
Most of the stuff I made up in the last few weeks is on cards and has a label and ID number that goes with an entry in my inventory system. That way if someone calls up a month after the event and asks for another one of those rings she bought from me on that saturday, you know the hot day....
The one where you had the red thing on.
In the park.
I was the nice lady in green.
Oh and the tag says #014.
Eureka! we have information, no problem from there.
They are getting receipts and business cards too but I don't expect that will help as much since most people ditch both within fifteen minuets of a purchase.
Not much else to report, just typing and swearing at the label glue.
A pox on label glue.

SQUEEEEEEEEE!!
I just found this and loves it!
The wings! The skelothingy! The lolly pop!

It doesn't really take much to amuse me....

Ok work update....I ran out of ink.
Anticlimactic in the extreme but rather important in the context of labels and earring cards which could not be printed without it.
The extra cartridges in the cupboard went with the old printer so I wound up with stealth ink. Minor as upsets go, thankfully.
One flying trip later the ink of salvation was installed successfully. Commendations will follow.
Humor. Har.

Seth stuck labels on the pages of the receipt books I got so people can find me another way. He can do the most repetitive task exactly the same every time, and not go insane from boredom. I would have been gnawing paint after the first ten and he knocked out two hundred in an evening. I suspect some form of mutation that included a patience gene in his DNA. There will be pie for this. Big pie.

I wonder if I should worry that out of all the accomplishments of the day the one I take most pride in is the aquisition of a package of cheap pens for the booth. When it comes to pens there's alot of nicking goes on, protecting my good pens is an artform and requires subterfuge. Does this mean I have found pen-foo? The ancient and deadly art of forcing customers to sign checks with speed and clarity all the while retaining possesion of all the pens I brought with me.
On second thought that is starting to sound way too plausible to be comforting.

Moving on......

Ummmmmm

Well dang.
That was all I knew.
Guess I should have run on a bit to hide the lack of information in there, too late now.
More coffee?
Evil needs coffee too.

I have oddly shaped pieces of weasel colored polyester obtained at no cost from Chez Mom!! Table cloth central had to be persuaded not to send her good linnens to a festival containing substance impared attendees and possible tomato sauce.
She brought me geisha fabric with flaming skulls on it!
Mommy loves me.

In the space of two days I achived  thirty six rings, ten pieces of body jewelry, and elevenish pairs of earings. I finally got my finger to stop bleeding after about twenty minuets. Wire is nasty stuff when it gets a taste of you, and bad part is that blood tarnishes the finished product. It takes forever to polish it again, the bleeding isn't bad, but the rubbing.....snarg

On other subjects I am thinking of embroidering Ming the Widely Despised on the back of my Festival clothes. No particular reason I just like the sound of it. It would make a statement if nothing else.

Grama is back in Marquis for the time being untill she progresses to a certain unknown level of ability. Once there she gets shipped off to acute rehab where they will work with her for several hours a day, every day. I was in for a while this morning and she was sitting up watching TV and interacting with her surroundings. That hasn't happened for at least two months, possibly three. She is feeding herself with the propping method we learned at the last place and today for the first time in months.....she shifted her legs about in her bed by herself.
That is the best new we have had in weeks. I am still pessimistic enough to hold off on the wild celebration but even so.....It's impressive

The fourth has come and gone once again and we had a very nice sit down. The food turned out well, the weather was mild, and the fireworks were non lethal.  It was nice to see people that had been busy and very nice to meet some new ones for the first time.

The festival stuff goes on and continues to consume my attention, I procured the tent on Friday and Seth set  it up for the fourth. Ten by ten is a lot bigger as a tent than it looks taped out on the floor. I am nicking tables and chairs from the landlords, table clothes from Mom, and labor from anyone too slow to get away. I was worried for a while but it looks like it is all coming together much better than I hoped. Now I just have to figure out how to get every thing in the trunk of my car. Luckily the trunk is huge and my stuff is not bulky, but three tables and a tent are still going to be a challenge. 

Now if I can figure out how to get a steady supply of coffee once i do get there i will be just fine.....

I was doing some research and ran across these quotes;

We don’t see things as they are; We see them as we are.

Anais Nin

Make visible what, without you, might perhaps never have been seen.

Robert Bresson

The first rang very true to me in the light of the last few months. I have a tendancy to get very focused on the now and dealing with the current problem as it relates to my area of influence. That's a nice way of saying I get obsessed with how things affect me and how I can affect them back. I have not been able to vocalize the differences in the way my family members have seen events and then there was this simple little two liner and it all falls into place. Mom sees the paperwork to go with her paper fetish, Grampa sees the equiptment to go with his engenering mind, I don't know what I see but it will change as often as I do. Somehow the ability to explain, at least to me, what I have been thinking is enormously comforting.

The second quote speaks to the fact that I struggle to be individual in my work in a field where a new thought is hard to come by. The thought that even if I don't make a totaly new idea, I have a way of interpereting it that would never be seen without me, validates the work I have done. It also means that I can produce some outstanding cock ups but my very own ones, never before seen!
I think that's comforting....

On an unrealated note, I am looking for people with body piercings to test drive some jewelry for me. If you or anyone you know would like to recieve an original design for the price of feed back and random opinion polls please send them to me.  Any piercing that can handle a captive bead ring or a curved barbell meant for belly buttons would be ideal. Anything below the waist, I may decline to accept the offer on the grounds of too much information.:) Thanks for reading the advert.

I had just enough in the budget to order my body jewelry blanks so I could work with them before the festival. I wound up with half of them the wrong guage, I screwed up on the order and got all 14 guage shafts. Now I have to call and see if the place I got them will exchange half of the order by the end of the week. I have great faith in these people since I ordered on a thursday night and I got the product by saturday, first class post. From Mariland.

I have two belly button bar bells done, one with green pearls and little yellow flowers all dangly from the bottom ball, and one with dip died blue kieshi pearl danglies. I also did one of the blue kieshi pearl on a captive ball ring.  I have barbells for some nipple sheilds I want to design but I may not have enough time to introduce them at this show. Oh well.

The earings are going well I have over thirty pairs done so far and a few more designs to multiply before I have to inovate again. My brain appreciates the rest some times. The almighty tech guy is working on the gallery page for the website and if any of my close aquaintances thought I was a little tight about perfection they should watch him fight with the code. I have no idea how long he spent wrangling to get one of the text boxes to line up with another, but considering he is teaching himself as he goes I am impressed as hell.And slightly miffed it is obeying him so quickly. After all the trouble it gave me, my pride was hoping for a week of non cooperation to balance the effort I put in. My gratitude and awe is telling it to shut up and dance cuz I don't have to do it.

The weeds were attacked this afternoon and we fought them back far enough to reclaim half the garden space we had a few weeks ago. With all the trips back and forth to the hospitals and trying to get every thing done that normaly takes four people with two and a half there hasn't been much time for nonessentials. Things like breathing rapidly and sleeping more than four hours every two days. You know, small stuff. Give morning glory one day to get ahead of you and kiss your veg goodbye. This stuff needed long sleeves, leather gloves, and the threat of napalm to dislodge the thicker bunches of vine. There is still a few feet of border bed and one small raised bed to go but that is not much compared to the rest. I may still have enough time left in the growing season to get some lavendar started and a couple of lilac bushes rooted in. Up here if you don't give the poor things at least two months to root the weather kills them right off. We get cruel frosts early and late and the last couple of years we have had snow for ten days or more and over six inches deep. Took out my rosemary bushes last year and a huge clump of mint the year before that. I find the hybid mint varieties to be much easier to kill than the standard hardy mint. You can't kill that with an atomic bomb and a gallon of lye.

It's looking like St.V's will keep our favorite inmate untill the middle next week when she has her last treatment and her fluid and electrolite levels will remain constant. Right now they are filtering her blood every other weekday(monday wednesday friday) every time they do her fluid level changes and so do it's contents. It's safer by far if they moniter her there than try to transport back and forth to the care facility and the level of care is much better at St. V's. Getting in to see her is much harder now that it takes an hour to get there and an hour to get back but the relief is worth it. I just need to figure out how to manifest twenty eight hours in a day.

The latest development is Dad's blood pressure, it was so high yeasterday that he should have had a stroke from it but nothing happened and he felt fine. With readings that high you don't feel fine, not at all. All we can do is wait to see what happens now since it was a single incident and it's too soon to tell if it will happen again or not. If one more person I know falls ill or even just falls I will be in Aruba, I am full up on tragidy of every kind and not at home to one more thing to fret over. Nope not one. I am not sure if that makes me a horrible person or not, but going insane will not help matters, correction, going further insane. I have no idea how Seth has put up with me the last couple of weeks, I get very cranky when I get this stressed, I should be tranquilized and put in a box for the duration. He just buys me coffee.
I keeps this one.

The thing is called Guillion Barre Dissease (pronounced gEEon barA) and it may be treated by filtering the rotten antibodies out of the blood stream repeatedly. One opinion says it is probably viral in nature and is most often see following a flu shot. Grama symptoms began presenting just after her last flu shot. We may have to go another rout of treatment after what they are doing now to see any real improvement. Bugger.

The other thing we did not know is that any neurological disorder of this type is a muscle relaxer, and adding an anxiety control substance to that will double the effects. So we now we have to find a replacement for her calms it down pills that do not calm her body, just her brain.

She is now the property os ST. V's for a few days since she went in for her first treatment today and they said "Nope nope nope we keepin the inmate!". Appearantly she is dehydrated again and in need of more intensive care than the facility is able to provide for a while.

I am goin grocerie shopping and stocking up on coffee. I don't care if I don't get real food as long as I get coffee. Perhaps intraveinously.  

We have an answer!! I can't remember what it is but we know what is up with the Grandmother, She has a neurological disease that is causing her imune system to eat her nerve endings. The Neurologist at ST. V's knows how to treat it and has given her a diagnosis of moderate what's 's name so the care facility can go after the insurance people for further compensation so she gets to stay for a while longer. The treatments will begin on friday and run for five or six rounds every two days and should prevent further deterioration and let the healing begin. Nerve damage can take up to six years to heal as much as it's going to but a few months should see some improvement, coupled with PT and muscle stimulation there is a direction in which to proceed. Wooot!!!!

Knit night was today and I actualy had fun for the first time. I met two new people that are as grumpy as me and hit it off famously. It's seriously disorienting to be having fun in a social setting but I could get used to it I think. I got home late since one of the regulars brought her two week old baby and there was cooing. I have to admit that most babies look alike to me, red, wrinkly and, grogy, but this one was cute. She is seven pounds and has a full crop of bright bond hair and the fuzzy blue eyes of a new born. When she was awake she lay still and looked very intently around the room making a bubbly coo noise that was quite unoffensive as baby noises go. That didn't sound like I intended it to, but how do you say things about babies without getting soppy? I mean really "widdle ickle bebe like a cuddle?" Gag me with a spoon. Anyway it was a cute example of the newly emerged, and it didn't scream. That is very important.

Somehow I think it may be my greatest service to the next generation not to add to it. Can you just see A small child sitting and looking at a volume of the colected works of Edgar Allan Poe insead of a stuffed toy? I can't expect to have a carbon copy and I have no idea what to do with something that will eventually start talking. I think I will stick with fur babies. I can't screw that up too badly.

I am looking forward to Christmas this year, we are going to try to give each other Boston terriors. Seth wants a male and I want a female, that way there will be some one to play with rather than just one being lonely. We would each have one to bond with and to train, and they top out at twenty five pounds so they could travel well. I could use the company and the distraction around the place.
Sigh....Back to work, enough waffling.

Just as the daffodills die off every year some snotty little bush starts blooming and I produce enough snot to effectivly wall paper a seven family residence. I should buy stock in the puffs company just to offset my losses through pollen season.

The last couple of days have been unexpectedly uneventfull so I got several pairs of earings made up while nothing much else was going on. I have learned to make full use of the eye of the storm after having been through a few of them.

Depending on how an evaluation process goes the care facility that has Grama right now may try to eject her on friday, exactly two weeks after she was admitted. Now, bear in mind that she can't stand or walk, the Neurologist confirmed Periphrial Neuropathy and is working on the rest of whatever this is, the surgeon just realesed her to full activity on monday, and the insurance company that is paying the bills is saying that in ten days most of which she has been under surgeons restrictions, she has not made enough progress to warant keeping her in a place that can actually do some good. If she comes home now it will be a disaster, we just don't have the equiptment or the man power to do this properly. Fortunatly for them it seems to be our problem, and I am betting that makes it all better from their point of veiw. I think I will be going noisily insane for a bit. Possibly right where it will cause a problem for all the poor little insurance people. Maybe I can arainge to vomit loudly in the hotel room next to them on thier next vacation. Sound about what I can accomplish. 

Sometimes in the late night, when I am the only one awake,  it feels like I am the only person in the world. Out here with the black sky and the total absence of humanity to bugger up the landscape it is just as likely you will trip over a doe and her fauns as a neighbor. I get my best work done when it is so very still. No distractions, no phone calls that startle me, no outside influences to pop me out of the groove. The knowledge that there will be no sound unless I make it, no light unless I turn it on, is something I crave. With all of the rigamarole lately there has been no peace or solitude for any of us.  Just having two days of normal has been sooo good. Cooking in my own house, working in my own space, living in my own space, I think I might lock the door and not go out for a long time. Right after I vomit at the insurance people.

No new news on the grama front which is kinda good news since that means no new disasters. One aunt had a surprise hystirectomy yesterday and is expecting to be be back at work on monday. I love her dearly, but pardon me while I cackle in disbelief for her projections. I am so behind on my festival prep that I have officialy given up on getting every thing I wanted to do done before the deadline.

This week has been getting some of the costume pieces done and ready to wear, I am about to finish yet another kilt for the man (three days total this time) and there will be another coule of items sewn up for him soon. I finished my skirt that I wanted to do and it turned out beautifuly, if a couple of sizes too large, but I fixed that. I hope I will get to spend next week making more earings and finishing the piece on my board. If I can't get it done in time I will just take the earing stuff with me to the festival and work on it there.

I have to go absorbe more coffee through my skin to repower, More when I can.

Criminaly overdue update on life....

The surgery for Grama went well on tuesday and she got into a rehab facility ten minuets away on friday. Progress remains slow since the surgery site must heal before the PT can begin but she is awake and alert and begining to eat normaly again. Grampa is being a trooper and taking care of himself very well. You gotta watch him cuz he thinks things like food and clean cloths are an optional extra but that is normal male behavior so no big. Over the past few months we have progressed beyond basic reheating into the ticklish territory of turning raw food into dinner and he is doing well, he mastered pork last month and I may teach him to barbecue later this summer. For a first time cook I am impressed.

I now have one and a half cats, Cali has been gone for five weeks now so I am left to assume she isn't comming back for what ever reason. A small very skinny stray has showed up over the past two months off and on and is now living with Nyx. I thnk it is male but since it is still deciding whether or not I want to suck it's brain out it's ear I have not had the opertunity to confirm. I am hoping to get a little closer to it before Nyx has his next round of vaccinations so I can take both of them in at once. If I can't convince it to like me and it wants to stay I will have to live trap it and take an angry box to the vet to be spay/neutered and get shots. No point having one cat with shots current and one with none, and leaving a cat unaltered is downright irresponsible if you can't reliably restrict it's movements. 

The last little bit of work got done on the hornays and they are sitting in a box in the inventory closet learning to repent for driving me up the wall the last three months. So there. Hah!!!

Moving on.....

I got fabric at the JoAnn's sale for a duster coat (on sale!!squeee) It's a reversible quilted burgandy satin embroiered with a geometric key design in same colored thread. I loves it. If I am careful I may be able to make the coat reversible, Idon't know if I am that good yet but I can try. There were a couple of skirt patterens that I picked up at the same time to go with the fabric I had at home so I get to try those out too. I loves the clearence fabric on sale, I can get such beautiful things if I am careful and then a little time gets me pretty swishy clothes. Lop sided swishy clothes till I get better at the sewing up but still.....

I has coffee and patterns to cut out and a new CD to do it to so I must be doing.
Lady GaGa, The Fame.
Bouncy club music with pop and electric leanings.
I will listen to just about anything if it's bouncy. 

Update for the public......

 What day is it now?...Monday. Okay.
Grama is still in the hospital and will hopefully be there for another two or four days. The surgery is up in the air right now, we are trying to get in on tuesday or thursday to fix the stenosis and eliminate that source of agrivation. Several tests have been run to locate the source of the muscle weakness and no answers have been found as of yet. There is no firm answer as to her likely location after she gets discharged, we might be able to bully the insurance company into paying for rehab, but just as easily we might not. If not then she will be comin home and there will have to be sevreal pieces of equiptment in place to deal wth that. There has been no improvement in mobility over the last week and some worrying bouts of extreme confusion have set in. I have today off to clean my house and work so I am making the most of it.
More when I know whats up... 

Sometimes I wonder if I am too boring a person to have a blog, I would have to go sky diving on a regular basis to keep myself interested but the rest of you seem to have mercifully lower standards for entertainment. Thank you for that, the idea of skydiving gives me the willys.

Today the last of the yarn for Seth's kilt hose was plied up and washed. I hope it will be dry by the time I want to go to bed tonight so I can wind it into cakes first. I started with a rainbow pencil roving and spun it up into three very fine singles and then plyed them together to make an overtwisted three ply sock weight. The finished result is a wildly varigated yarn that blends into a rusty plum with some distance and resolves into mostly orangy purple with long runs of a turquoise/green mix. Wild, rainbow, unusual sock, sounds like Seth to me. I just couldn't do the normal cream kilt hose, not with my mud baby, (black may come later)And his personality is just too buoyant to accomadate the more sedate colors out there. Now the swatching begins, since I happened to have some of the yarn the pattern called for on hand when I was planning this I should have a pretty close weight to the specs.
Should have.
Maybe. 

Three hours were spent in trying to find my grommet setter, and then the rotary punch did not punch, or rotate come to that.  I am trying to finish the hornays the rest of the way and having little luck with it. I know I have a multi size eyelet setter. I saw it just a litle bit ago. It knows that I need it so it grew legs and walked off. So now I have the pliers version that only sets certain sizes, it's great that I have something to fill the imediate need but the tool is much more limited than my other.
There has got to be a way of tethering the inanimate to their proper places in addition to putting them away.  I tried actual tethers but they got tangled so badly that I nearly hanged myself, not much help there. Barring a slelective gravity generator to atract the implement back to ints drawer I am still working on a solution.  Now that I have torn my entire studio apart to find the one tool that does not exist inside it I would really like an atracting forde to clean it up again. Not likely but I can hope.

We started on the designs for the costumes to wear at the festival and I drug out all of my gothy fun fabric. I love this part, changing the whole look of a person and sometimes their face to the world with paint, fabric, and beads. A mask or costume can strip away the reservations of the person wearing it and a good one can reveal the real person just as they are, so it's important that the design fits the peraonality of the wearer. Other wise you get some wild contradictory visoin of a person just floating inside a costume like a hamster inside an excercise ball.  I don't yet know what the end result will be for these constructs, but I can't wait to find out...

I am getting sass from the blog software so if this turns into a string of "out of cheese error redo from start" Messages you have my sincere apologies. Not that that will help since it will probably look like line after line of eeeeeee, but still.

I am not comenting on the weekend since the last parting shot was the exploding pickle jar of doom and it kicked off with a Pap exam. There just isn't much to say that wouldn't be scratched out by a resonable editor on grounds of being illegible and profane. I will comment on the bug wars.

There is a freaking lot of bugs in my house right now! I don't know where they come from and we block up something new every year in an attempt to keep them out the next year and it never works!! This year I will be investigating the possibilities of screens on the windows and doors. Even if they do not strain the bugs it would be nice to have dinner without the cat helping us chew.

The grommets arived in the mail today and I must now begin installing them rather than being lazy. This is not a popular thing with me but if I get throught it I will be done. (Pause for cackling.)With that part. The rest of it just seems to be flowing out like lumpy molasses, I get blobs of inspiration and go do something about them. Several of the blobs are on probation to see if they are worth keeping, standard practice with any inspiration.

oh bugger. The cat brought me another snake and I have to go do something about it before either of them gets too traumatised. I wish Nyx would just stick with mice, he cleans those up on his own....

The brunch has been brunched and the whole day was good. We meandered up to Skamania and arrived in plenty of time to take a mile hike before the meal. The lake trail is beautiful and quiet, through woods like I see out my window, but along a golf course trail with gravel paving. When we got back to the lodge everyone was there waiting and it was just a bit till our party was called in to dine. The food was amazing as usual and I got to have perfect waffles and strawberrys with brie on crackers. Fresh cantalope and honydew mellons, flakey croissant, all manner of seafood that I am assured was excellent and which I will readily believe in lieu of tasting it myself.:) They eve brought me hot tea to my place at table and there were no dishes!

After, I got to take Seth to the fish ladder at Bonniville Dam where we took the tour of the powerhouse and generater floors. The farthest generator was torn apart for repairs leaving the inards strewn about the repair deck on public display. I go to see how it all went together and what the individual parts looked like. Seth took an amazing amout of pictures of everything and then some. I spent some time watching the fish and knitting after the tour, it is peacefull in the observation level of the ladder, at least when there are not excited children also watching the fish. In self defence we relocated to the banks of the Dam and lay in the sun on the car blanket for a while just pretending not to exist.

On the way home I wanted to stop by Jantzen beach and watch the carosel for a while so we did that too. I found a fun little store that sells wooden curios and furniture and came home with a little mirror set in a black wood frame with happy skulls set around it and bright red flames in the background. I have no idea why, but I love it and the little skulls look happy all grining at me. It's very Dia de los Muertos. 

All in all it was one of the best days I have had in some time and one of the best birthdays I have ever had.
Thank's all to those that came too and to those who wanted to but couldn't. 

I just started a twitter account, www.twitter.com/WickedHappens
I don't know if I  am going to keep up with it but I wanted to try. I hope I can get my techy to link it to my homepage along with the blog but I am not gonna push it.:)
I fiddled with the blog style too, as you can see, and I like the bat and midnight motife. It goes with my skull bag from hot topic, I got a recyclable shopping bag from them the last time I got a bottle of hair dye. I loves it! It fits my personality and I am using it for everything lately.
It takes so little to amuse me.
We have been taking tea in the afternoon the last few days and I am enjoying it imensely. I love making the pot of tea, different evey day, and setting out a plate of nibbles for grazing. The little nook set up on the porch catches the sun in the late afternoon and the wind is soft and warm.  Catching the cat before he dives into the nibbles provides entertainment and excercise, and a certain amount of frustration to the cat.
Poor fat sleek baby that he is, he tops eleven pounds now and has a thick shiny coat and a truly personable disposition. When I go out to play in the flowers I get covered in cat. He wallows in the weeds and lurks right out of reach waiting to pounce on my little shovel. I have really enjoyed playing with him and cuddling while trying to be the only one drinking out of my tea cup. That is turning out to be more difficult than I thought.... 

I kidnaped my mother and went to the knit show today. Two people with no map off in a car capable of gettng us into trouble looking for a place to buy unspecified good off union avenue. Good thing it was yarn.
The show was maybe half the size it was last year but there was a few choice goodies to pet none the less.
For the first time in recorded history I won a door prize and almost hid under the table when a disembodied voice said right in my ear "Will the following people please come to the registraton booth..." . I was not paying much attention to the PA because, well, there was yarn.... and then I was ON it and my first thought is "What did I do now?" 
I wound up with a circular needle and a little book about wraps from Lion Yarn. Maybe not "WooHoo!!!" but at least "Oh, Cool."
I found the yarn I wanted to knit a little something for my swap partner so now I must actually knit that something. As opposed to turning it into a kit out of lazyness and lack of time. :)
Had good food at chevy's before the show and got my fill of sycophantic drooling for the next ten years. I have this shirt I wear when I want to see if I can stop traffic and I thought it might come in handy today so I wore it wthout thinking about the possible side effects. Going out without a husband or handy male with enough cleavage to hold a medium sized wallet and not show it exposed to sunlight turns all the available men into idiots. No matter what the rest of you looks like. The seating lacky at the resturant tripped over his tounge and made sure to stand right behind my chair about four times when he was supposed to be manning the front desk. Once is a complement, twice is flirting, three or more means you need to get off your computer, move out of your parents house, get a haircut, and pick up a chick on your own. It's nice to know I still have the kack, even if I had to throw back the catch.

I have actually posted several times in the last few weeks, read the post and decided I was abusing the net to whine and hit delete.
So the events stand as follows:
I am still working on the hornays, I have over half done and the headband painting is proving more of a challenge than I thought it would be.
The car is very good and I finally let Seth drive it. Once.
We went to the celtic woman concert on saturday nite and it was very good. Seth now knows what they mean by "theater in the clouds".
I got the weeds down in the front yard and am gearing up to hit the side wasteland.
Grandma has been officialy diagnosed with spinal stenosis and has a date with the neurologist at the end of the month to decide on how it will be treated. Surgery is the likely option.
I am pulling my inventory from the bead store in Mac and will be teaching for them from now on. After the festival which is consuming my brain I will be launching my etsy site which will hopefully be linked to the website and just doing online sales and shows rather than store locations for a while.
Did I mention it was eating my brain?
I have crappy business cards to hand out if anybody wants a stack, now that the address on them leads somewhere real.
I am designing a better round of business cards and trying to find a place I can afford to print them for me.
The level of insanity around here is growing and I have taken to clutching my coffee cup with the determination not to be parted from it that most people reserve for a major organ like the spleen.
Other than that nothing much is going on.
I think.