Showing posts with label Stuff that happens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stuff that happens. Show all posts

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Houston on the 4th

Sparkler fun!

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Traveled to Houston for Lovey’s mothers 80th Birthday and 4th of July fun.  What do you give at such a monumental Birthday? How about something she already has but with a little facelift.  Angie the Angel that is, not my mother in law!

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Angie has been in the family a looooong time.  Dating back to Lovey’s parents 1st Christmas together.  Over the years she had become a little tired and worn.  Unfortunately I forgot to take a “before” photo to show you.  Angie is surrounded by “rays” made of spun glass.  I can see why they don’t make ornaments of this stuff anymore.  Itchy, itchy, itchy.

My goal was to stay true to the vintage look, give her an unnoticeable facelift and strengthen this fragile piece.  I used vintage lace (lightly tea stained) behind the spun glass to fill in where some of the rays were missing.  I found a similar style angel in an old calendar I had and reduced and printed it at a local print shop onto card stock for strength.  The wings, while worn, were just too pretty to replace so I just strengthened them with cardstock behind the originals.  The gold bow on the “cloud” was a piece from my vintage ornament stash.  There was glue at this spot so I assumed the original detail was lost long ago.  I also kept the original star but strengthened it with a gold star made from a vintage gold doily that extends just a little past the original.  Not shown, is the pretty and sturdy gift box I found to keep her safe for many more Christmas’ to come. 

My mother in law was touched and very happy with this “re-gifting”.  Maybe this will give you an idea for a future gift for someone special.

Also had to go thrifting while in Houston.

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The Guild Shop was awesome.  Packed full of goodies big and small.  I will say that the prices were more like what you would find at an antique store than a thirft store.  Great place though if you need to fill a spot in the house.

While in Houston (Montrose area), we took advantage of the good food options and popped into Niko Niko's. Pure gold!

And look at this sweet baby.

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Meet Toby, baby kitty.  She hails from the local animal shelter and agreed to come home with my sister in law.  She’s a little rascal and tuckered out from chasing the laser and basically being a little spaz.

Thanks for visiting!

Sunday, May 9, 2010

“Mum’s” the word

Happy Mother’s Day to my “Mum”, big sister, sister in law and all the rest of you too!  I send each of you flowers…

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…and more flowers… from Momma Cat.

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And, oh, I don’t know if you’ve heard but  apparently I’ve made the news (and someone’s back)…

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Okay, enough nonsense.

So what did you do today?

We ate fondue or fundue in my honor.  No nonsense here!

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There was lots of chocolate though.

There were homemade cards and flowers from the chilies.

mothers day 3 wm. jpeg There was a beautiful dinner made by the Z-man and I.

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This is Chicken with pancetta and sage, garlicky mashed potatoes, sautéed mushrooms and green beans a la orange.  You have to try this chicken.  It’s very easy.  The recipe came from Chef Marco Canora’s cookbook “Salt to Taste”.  The recipe linked above is the closest I could find on the internet to it. 

It was a great day and now I’m here finding some cheesy-ness to end this with.  Mom’s love “cheesy” on M-Day!

The Little Things

    It is the little things that count
    And give a mother pleasure -
    The things her children bring to her
    Which they so richly treasure...
    The picture that is smudged a bit
    With tiny fingerprints,
    The colored rock, the lightning bugs,
    The sticky peppermints;
    The ragged, bright bouquet of flowers
    A child brings, roots and all -
    These things delight a mother's heart
    Although they seem quite small.
    A mother can see beauty
    In the very smallest thing
    For there's a little bit of heaven
    In a small child's offering.

    - Katherine Nelson Davis

Monday, January 4, 2010

Long time, no post…

You may be wondering what I’ve been up to.  Mostly the usual and slightly some nonsense.  And how much nonsense can ensue on one Christmas break?  Apparently, quit a bit.  Here, all wrapped up in a Fed Ex sized package is a sampling:

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Wow, okay, I’m still here!  Lots of editing.  I’m tired and now I’m hungry.  It was looking at all those baked goods… some Stouffers mac-n-cheese would be nice, but I don’t have any of that…  not in the mood for an orange or cheese… good grief…  no more Merry Cherry Fudge…   I’ll just go to bed.  Good night!

“Twas the days…” continued

Finally, the rest of the story…

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Well, just in case and if you were wondering, that’s kind of what I did last month!

I hope your New Year is blessed!

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Howdy to the Morning, Arrgh!

There are many ways to wake up in the morning that are a lot more pleasant than what I’m going to lay out here.  You know how you’ll be dreaming and far, far away you hear this awful screeching, pounding, beep beeping that you reluctantly, hazily admit is your hideous alarm clock?  That screeching into the universe would have been kissed and welcomed with blueberry muffins this morning. 

It really makes you appreciate what only yesterday you despised.

I’ll start with this picture as self therapy.  When I think of what transpired this morning I will, I Will, I WILL, replace it with this picture!

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What is in his mouth is delightful and yummy and most importantly, appreciated.  What came out of the youngest chillies mouth at 4:45 this morning was not.  We’ll just leave it at that.

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Monday, August 24, 2009

Precariously high “Back to school” giddies

There are only a few things more exciting than “Back to School” day and right now I can’t think of one of them.  I woke up early with a smile and an agenda.  Get these kids out of here pronto!  Don’t you judge me.  What I saw in the school hallways today tells me I am not alone.

Now, I love my chillies more than peach pie but some days they make me a bit wonky.  And I’ve had a loooong summer of wonky. 

And so, off they all went to their appointed destinations and I said to myself:  “This girl deserves a party!”  A few of the girlz came over for coffee (a great reward for a morning well done) and a little conversating about summer vacations, cancer, exercising plans, nothing much, and of course, concerns about being concerned about our concerned children.  You just can’t escape being a mother no matter how much coffee you drink.  There were literally bus loads of concerned children congregating today.  On any other day this amount of anxious, tense youth would be considered gang activity.  

My Z-Man, a High school Freshman, was anxious this morning.  Imagine.  This was in spite of Fish Camp rah-rah’s, scores of friends, his older sisters’ assurances and my usually great manipulative, I mean persuasionary skills.  On the drive to school he was being especially quiet.  For most, “normal quiet” is enough to give people a clue that there has been a “disturbance in the force”.  I guess my Back to School giddies overrode my motherly super powers of perception.

In my defense I want to explain a thing or three.  For Z-Man, quiet is a way of life.  An unwritten code.  A super power.  In our family, everyone has a super power.  Super powers, ya know, like Superman’s ability to conceal his over developed muscles and dashing good looks with bad eyewear.  Z-Man has the power of being able to carry on lengthy conversations with a two word or even (when the electrodes and geodes are all aligned) a one word answer.  If he is feeling especially powerful, he can conversate with a just a shrug of a shoulder.  It’s mighty powerful magic he possesses. 

So, in my normally acceptable, abrupt manner, I said, blurted, (whatever):  “What’s your problem this morning?”  Today my super power was “clueless”. 

Z-Man:  “I’m nervous.” 

See? Only two words. 

I proceeded to make what I’m sure he deemed many worthless assurances about everyone and everything of very little importance, mixed with lots of blah-blahing followed by more whateverness.  I had to work quickly.  We were halfway through the trip and it’s only a 12 minute ride.

I want you to know that it all ended well.  He made it through the day, me, schedule changes and unknown hallways. 

Here’s the small print:  This event transpired with me having an  empty stomach, a lack of a doctored up cup of joe and precariously high levels of parental Back to School giddies.

P. S.  This tidbit of information will probably be rewarded with a wet noodle thrashing from the Z-Man.

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Here is one of my favorite Back to School pictures.  It goes back a few years.  Big brother chillie is giving little sister chillie some kindergarten survival tips.  This is baby puppy sweetness.

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Saturday, August 22, 2009

She made me a mother

The eldest chillie, the one that made me a mother, turned 18 this past week.  

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Eighteen.  Hmmm.  She’ll start her college adventure on Monday.  I’ve been asked how I feel about that.  Old?  Probably.  Verklempt?  Only 3%.  I mostly feel “here”.  Definitely present. 

So, we had cake.  The fire warmed the gummie life savers that supported those 18 years of earned candles. The skittles dancing round the cake added some punch.  Punch and cake are good!

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And 

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Written, produced and acted out by DR.  It was about the history of cats.  Mostly Siamese cats.  ?????? 

And we had 

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A.k.a. Margarita Pizza.  I guess I should explain.

I’ve told you before that I have basil growing in the backyard.  Everyone should.  We actually do eat the stuff we grow out there.  I’ve found though, that if one is not thorough in the washing of the basil, critters might be left on it.  Then those critters get added to the food, which results in your chillies telling you that there is a spider on the dinner you’re preparing.  Kids are such picky eaters.

My mind thinks in pictures.  And that is a funny picture: spider pizza!  I’m much more careful in my washing now. 

And all of this got me to thinking of  spiders.  Because right now, we have a spider growing by the basil. 

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I had an interesting story (really!) I was going to share with you about these spiders (I think, it’s an Orb spider) but while I was looking for the name of this spider I came across way more interesting info that needs to be addressed.  More stuff that you can’t make up. 

Grab a Little Debbie’s snack and buckle in.  This is going to get sticky.  Here’s the spidey scoop…

Someone, somewhere, not only developed a technique for the forcible silking of spiders but also an apparatus.  Now, can you imagine what my mind is picturing?  Little, teeny, mechanical, sucker thingy’s all hooked up to the “udders” of some miserable spider while she’s being “milked” of her web.  There’s an arachnid rights group screaming somewhere. 

It’s not known who first discovered that “such silk could be forcibly drawn from immobilized spiders”, but a man named Wilder described a method in 1868.   I read that it became “imperative” that there be discovered a way to do this “under controlled conditions with sureness and ease.”  Yeah, that sounds like typical spider behavior to me.

I’m going to relay a few directives, for  you, from this “investigation”, as Wilder likes to call it and my thoughts on them.

“Although one investigator can manage the forcible silking operation, a second observer should be available if this is possible .”  (That second observer can also be referred to as your 9-1-1 dialer.)

“Certain auxiliary equipment is needed, much of which is commonly
available in laboratories…”
  (Sure, if your Uncle’s name is Fester and you have a fire breather living under the stairs.)

“While it is not imperative that carbon dioxide be available for anesthetization, its use reduces the hazard of injury to spiders .”  (And here I was thinking the “loopy gas” was for the investigator.)

“When the spider becomes quiescent… it is transferred, ventral side up, to the porous plate of the operating table.”  (Quiescent, quiescent… gonna have to get the dictionary…  Just as I thought, old word meaning quiet, still or at rest.  Typical, assaulted, spider behavior.)

“Whether the spider is placed posterior toward or away from the observer will depend on experience with species” (Like anyone could possibly experience this more than once.) “this investigator prefers the latter position. The same applies to the conditions for and the order of pinioning the legs with short lengths of self-adhesive tape. But, it is essential that this be done quickly, as the effect of the carbon dioxide is rapidly lost.  It is here that four hands are better than two.” (Important safety tip.)   “Each leg can then be fully extended with tweezers while the cephalothorax is gently held in place, and a first strip of tape placed across the leg. Sometimes two legs can be trapped with one length of tape.  (Thus saving money in these harsh, economic times.)  But if the spider becomes suddenly and violently active during this pinioning, (Possibility noted, thank you.)  “and appears to be in danger of damaging itself by loss of legs, (Enter the arachnid rights group.) it is advisable to envelop it with a loose wad of facial tissue.”  (Antibacterial or with added lotion?)  “It can then be freed from the tape already in place, reanesthetized , and the pinioning repeated.  With the spider now prevented from struggling free, it may be expedient” (Do you think?)to reposition or add additional lengths of tape to any leg that may appear to be insecure.”  (Tape down everything, friend.  The slightest tickle on your neck and…)

“Whatever the situation,” (The mere fact that you would find yourself in this situation, is a clear indicator that you’re in a real situation.)when in doubt it is best to make use of the flexibility of the silking equipment to isolate the fibers being secured . But before this step is described it is necessary to return to the problems posed by the spiders which react negatively to pinioning and forcible silking.” (We definitely should return to the loose, gassed, negative spider problem.)

“No facile descriptions can be given as to what an investigator should best do to secure the desired sample in such a situation . Sometimes the difficulties can be solved by sheer persistence.”  (Experience has shown me that sheer persistence is useful in potty training, not spider wrangling.)  “If not, the spider may require complete anesthetization . But this is not an easy way out.”  (I’ll take, “Stupid Experiment Outcomes” for $400, Alex.)

“Furthermore, as has been already reported, the physical properties of fibers taken from a fully anesthetized spider may differ from those otherwise secured.” (Then why are we here?  Because I can’t think of any other way a being is going to extract spidey silk from any kind of spider than from one that is fully jacked up on the loopy gas.)

“It has been found that with those spiders which do not resist forcible silking, winding can be done at about 3 m/min. for periods of ten to twenty minutes.”  (These would be the spiders in remedial “How to be Hairy,Scary and otherwise Difficult” school.)

I’m going to stop there and not even address the “apparatus” shopping list.  Let’s just say it involved a variable speed drive, a run-stop switch and a 115 volt DC motor. 

If you do ever stumble across the unusually “quiescent” spider that uncharacteristically submits to pinioning, taping and being gassed, and you happen to need 30 – 60 meters of spidey silk, perhaps you should just say “please” to your little eight legged friend (7 legged if she’s been unfortunate enough to run across Mr. Wilder and his observer).  Because in the real world we all know that the spider that acquiesces to forcible silking is probably dead.  And playing with dead spiders is kind of strange and weird.

Happy Birthday Sweetie!  Your curious mother really loves You!