Oh, Geez!

My goodness, it's certainly been a while.  Far too long in between posts lately.  I promise I didn't forget about you guys, I've just been busy.  I know that's a pretty lame excuse considering that some of the best bloggers out there wear a million hats at once.  Add to that feeling a bit down, and it doesn't leave much motivation for blogging.  However, there are a ton of things to share with you.

Here's one!

 I've been making a ton of stuff for my etsy, including some more "paper doll" pieces.  As soon as I can get a good picture of it, I'll share here and list it.

Besides stitchy stuff there is lots of other interesting stuff going on in my life.  I'm on the hunt for a new job and a new roomie.  I still have my current job, I'm just looking to move on.  As for the roomie, that's kind of a long story.  It's not working out with the current one at all, she's pretty much a joke.  After her black-out drunk incident that ruined my super nice Calphalon counter-top grill and filled my entire house with thick smoke....at 3 in the morning, we could no longer tolerate her stupidity.  It never ceases to amaze me just how far some people can go on empty.  Anyways, change is in the wind.

Enough about that business, here's a happy looking preview of something I'm adding to my shop.

Intrigued?!  I'll share the rest with you tomorrow.  It's a hilarious quote that I will probably never forget.

Bye for now!  I promise from now on I won't make you wait weeks in between posts.  Pinky swear.  Have a craftastic night, lovies!

Caturday!

Out of all the cats, Boris is the neediest.  He demands attention and will not take no for an answer.  When he decides he wants cuddles, you'd just better stop and oblige him.  You're not going to get anything done until you do.  Several times a day, he'll walk up to you and nuzzle until he's asleep in your lap or you pick him up.

This is his favorite way to be held if you're standing.  (Yeah, they're really picky around here.)  Dead weight....prepared to dig his claws into your shoulder the second you attempt to put him down.  Obviously our pet's need to come with instruction manuals if anyone from the outside ever plans on interacting with them.  Until we get those written we'll just have to continue to cater to their every whim.

Off to pet someone, I'm sure.  See you tomorrow!

Caturday

In the evening and on weekends our neighborhood is really quiet, so Chunky is allowed to go outside while it's still light out.  He pretty much just lays on the porch and makes silly noises at the birds.  

While he's not doing that he plays his favorite game.  It looks like this.

He sits at the door and meows super loud....over and over again.  When you try to let him in he will turn around and ignore you.  A few minutes later, he will do it again.  It could really go on for hours if you indulge him.  After several dozen interactions like this, he will finally come in.  At that point he will saunter to the back door and demand to be let out again.  He scratch his favorite tree, then right back to the front door to play again.  It's a vicious cycle.  Like I've said, he runs this place.

P.S.  That's the roomie's new car in the background.  Every time I see it I expect Joe Pesci to come walking up the house with a baseball bat.

Mean Girl

I just sent my honey a text that told him dinner would be on the table when he got home.  I don't think he's picturing this.  Poor guy,  I'm cruel.  Oh well, I had to do something!  After all, it is April 1st.  And it's not a total lie, that is dinner.  On my table.  It's just not an edible version of dinner.

He should know better anyways, it's burrito night. 

I hope everyone had a wonderful Friday.  Did any of you get tricked?  Hope it wasn't too bad.  Enjoy a craftastic weekend, guys!  See you soon.

Mojo.

This is our Mojo Jar.  It lives on the window sill above our kitchen sink.  It's full of random little bits that we've had or found that have significance in our life.

All the stuff.

 

Each little thing has a story, but don't worry I won't bore you with all of them.

Fairy Thimble.

I picked this up one day while walking my dog.  I had just browsed through my first copy of Found Magazine and was determined to find something to send in.  All I had to do was look down.  Try it, you may find something wonderful.

These are my favorites, all in one picture.

Strange combination, huh?  A spent bullet, a button and baby teeth.

The baby teeth are from our pets.  They were the first animals that Dillon and I raised from birth.  Of course we'd both had pets before but these were our first as a family, so we're a bit sentimental.  The larger one being from our dog, Tequila.  It makes me laugh whenever I see it because he had the worst breath when he was getting his adult teeth but he was too cute to push away.  You just had to suffer.  The smaller one is from one of our kitties, either Chunk or Princess Franki.  We aren't quite sure, as they were both teething at the same time.  It's sharp as hell too.  I found it the hard way, in the bottom of my foot, ouch!

As for the bullet and the button, they are a pair and have a very interesting story behind them.  It starts in Las Vegas, Nevada.  We were in an area of the dessert where people often go shooting.  Lots of people bring stuff out there to use as targets.  On this particular occasion there was a mannequin that had been outfitted with a wig and some rather frightening make-up.  Picture Divine mixed with Lady Gaga, it was terrifying.  After shooting it a few times we went to prop it back up.  Upon closer inspection we realized it was dressed in a Postal workers uniform.  After our nervous laughter, Dillon decided that this was too good an opprtunity to pass up.  He needed it.  He took the destroyed one from the mannequin and the bonus one (with considerably less damage) that was laying nearby.  After putting it on, he realized that there was something in the front pocket.  It was the bullet, it had been shot into the shirt but didn't go all the way through.  Isn't that nuts?  The button is from the first shirt on the mannequin, it was hanging on by a thread- literally. 

Dillon going postal.

(And yes, he did wear it for pretty much the rest of the day.)

He had decided then and there that he had just found that year's Halloween costume.  Conveniently, it was already shot up so all he had to do was add fake blood.

Anyways, long story short, may you have good Mojo for 2010.  Wishing you and yours a very happy New Year.  Have fun and be safe out there!