CJane from Cjane enjoy it stopped by and left a comment!
How cool is that?!
She's only one of the star bloggers and I enjoy her entries. Doesn't matter that we are at totally different parts in our lives, I just enjoy it (ha! double entandre)
Anyway, it made my day.
I came home tonight and found my dumb deer resting! laying down! in my tiny front yard. And I bought stuff (expensive) to chase deer away/make things NOT taste good to deer.
I better get my money back. It makes dumb deer sleep in my yard.
Really.
I managed to call two birthday boys today (their birthdays are/were celebrated on different days), and promptly forgot that Jessica graduated from Kindergarten. And went all the way to work, remembered when I got there, and had to face stop and go traffic to GO BACK about 10+ miles!
(as my mother used to say, in those moments one could bite oneself in the behind - she said ass - but I want you to keep a good opinion of me)
There is NOTHING on TV tonight. Really. What with Fussball/Soccer/Football transmitted, I think live, and the summer repeats starting, there is NOTHING. Worthwhile. Ugh. And I read all the blogs in/on my list.
I'm going to bed.
Good night!
June 15, 2010
June 14, 2010
Birthdays
I forgot to give Jessica a book I had bought for her birthday. So she got it on Saturday. It's a collection of Eloise books, the little girl who lives in the Plaza hotel.
Today her mother told me that she read some of it with the help of her dad.
And cracked up at the dog named 'Wienie'.
And my brother sent me a boatload of buttons. The ones he made from antlers. Lovely, lovely buttons, I'll have to take photos. Three different kinds, and I'll have to figure out what to make with them. I can't knit fast enough to use them all, so some of them will have to go on bags.... Now to get the right material to really make them pop....
Today her mother told me that she read some of it with the help of her dad.
And cracked up at the dog named 'Wienie'.
And my brother sent me a boatload of buttons. The ones he made from antlers. Lovely, lovely buttons, I'll have to take photos. Three different kinds, and I'll have to figure out what to make with them. I can't knit fast enough to use them all, so some of them will have to go on bags.... Now to get the right material to really make them pop....
Football, Fussball, Soccer
No soccer in my house.
I don't even look to see who wins what.
I was never a soccer fan, and just peripherally am aware of the World Soccer cup winners. Yes, I know it's happening. Yes, I know it's in South Africa. And yes, I know there is a very annoying instrument associated with it. I do get that much. We even get to see live soccer games on TV, I came across that channel the other day.
But I don't care.
Not even a little bit.
My father was a big soccer fan.
With all his problems he cared very much. When I was 18 years old, my father had to be admitted to the hospital because he collapsed on a Saturday while working with a bleeding ulcer in his stomach. The bleeding ulcer was sitting on an artery, which meant, that the blood transfusions he got went into his body and were lost immediately via the bleeding ulcer (vomiting), or the other way. He faded in and out of consciousness all day Saturday and Sunday, but when he did come to, he wanted the soccer game on. I think, on the radio. Far as I remember there were no TV's in the patients rooms back then.
Well Monday came, and the surgeon in that hospital suggested going in as the only option left. They had hoped the bleeding would stop on it's own. So my father was operated on, 3/4 of his stomach taken out, and he made it. I remember the first week switching with my mom, she'd go in during the night, I was there during the day. He did make it.
This was at a time when you could still buy beer/bring beer to the hospital. My father was advised to drink beer, for the nutrients (German purity in brewing law) in the beer, and it would be better absorbed by the body. Worked out fine for him. He had a bottle or two of beer in the evening, enjoyed it, and that was that.
When he came home, he did end up with jaundice from the blood transfusions, the house had to be fumigated, but he also recovered from that, and went on to have two more serious car accidents, in which his foot got crushed in the first one, and his knee in the second one.
He always managed to recover without complaints, stayed cheerful, never forgot to laugh, always went back to work (don't forget he was an amputee from WWII, and could have gone 'invalid' any time).
Oh, and he somehow was tickled that he outlived that surgeon by years.
Yeah, I know.
German sense of humor.
How did I end up writing about my dad? Oh, yes, soccer - football - Fussball.
He would have been glued to the TV, watching it all and he would have been thrilled the Germans won over Australia. (okay, I know that much).
And none of us kids inherited a shred of interest for organized sports.
I don't even look to see who wins what.
I was never a soccer fan, and just peripherally am aware of the World Soccer cup winners. Yes, I know it's happening. Yes, I know it's in South Africa. And yes, I know there is a very annoying instrument associated with it. I do get that much. We even get to see live soccer games on TV, I came across that channel the other day.
But I don't care.
Not even a little bit.
My father was a big soccer fan.
With all his problems he cared very much. When I was 18 years old, my father had to be admitted to the hospital because he collapsed on a Saturday while working with a bleeding ulcer in his stomach. The bleeding ulcer was sitting on an artery, which meant, that the blood transfusions he got went into his body and were lost immediately via the bleeding ulcer (vomiting), or the other way. He faded in and out of consciousness all day Saturday and Sunday, but when he did come to, he wanted the soccer game on. I think, on the radio. Far as I remember there were no TV's in the patients rooms back then.
Well Monday came, and the surgeon in that hospital suggested going in as the only option left. They had hoped the bleeding would stop on it's own. So my father was operated on, 3/4 of his stomach taken out, and he made it. I remember the first week switching with my mom, she'd go in during the night, I was there during the day. He did make it.
This was at a time when you could still buy beer/bring beer to the hospital. My father was advised to drink beer, for the nutrients (German purity in brewing law) in the beer, and it would be better absorbed by the body. Worked out fine for him. He had a bottle or two of beer in the evening, enjoyed it, and that was that.
When he came home, he did end up with jaundice from the blood transfusions, the house had to be fumigated, but he also recovered from that, and went on to have two more serious car accidents, in which his foot got crushed in the first one, and his knee in the second one.
He always managed to recover without complaints, stayed cheerful, never forgot to laugh, always went back to work (don't forget he was an amputee from WWII, and could have gone 'invalid' any time).
Oh, and he somehow was tickled that he outlived that surgeon by years.
Yeah, I know.
German sense of humor.
How did I end up writing about my dad? Oh, yes, soccer - football - Fussball.
He would have been glued to the TV, watching it all and he would have been thrilled the Germans won over Australia. (okay, I know that much).
And none of us kids inherited a shred of interest for organized sports.
June 13, 2010
Another June Birthday
One more, maybe two, to go.
Jackson's third birthday was celebrated yesterday, with balloons and a picnic and candles and cake.
And cousins and friends, and little girls and boys.
The weather held, no rain.
The birthday boy blowing out his candles, after he listened to the guests sing the standard
Happy Birthday.
The hat was made by me.... she has them in lots of colors.
The blow-up watering fire engine was a huge hit.
everyone got wet, and the birthday boy proved he got the idea with the potty training by showing his skills.
No, no pictures, we don't want him embarrassed by the long life of photos on the Internet!
Lovely party once again! And the potato salad I made met with approval.
Someone actually wrestled the camera out of my hands and I made it!
Jackson's third birthday was celebrated yesterday, with balloons and a picnic and candles and cake.
And cousins and friends, and little girls and boys.
The weather held, no rain.
Happy Birthday.
No, no pictures, we don't want him embarrassed by the long life of photos on the Internet!
June 10, 2010
Bag lesson
I made these bags today. A friend of a friend ordered them:
I got the material from the Swedish furniture store.
And this is how I made them:
I cut two strips of material the width of the fabric, then inserted a length of zipper (one side only, from a chain) between them, like this:
Then I cut the strip in three pieces - could be more, or less, and then added the slider to the zippers, and serged the edges of the bags.
Sizing the bag - it's your choice how big you want it.
With right sides facing, sew along the edges of the bag, making sure you leave an opening in the lining, and being careful to match the zipper edges, pushing them toward the 'outside'
Sew edges, then either cut a little square off the corner, lay it toward each other, or cut off triangle on bottom:
Do that at all four corners, and you have a three-dimensional bag.
I hope I explained it all so you can follow. If there are any questions, please let me know.
And this is how I made them:
then I actually sewed it together on the serger (overlock). This way it's finished, and I don't have to worry
abut any lose ends.
Then I cut the strip in three pieces - could be more, or less, and then added the slider to the zippers, and serged the edges of the bags.
Sew edges, then either cut a little square off the corner, lay it toward each other, or cut off triangle on bottom:
I hope I explained it all so you can follow. If there are any questions, please let me know.
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