Creepy Crawlers....

I went out on an little adventure with a good friend a few months back and we ran into a little old barn that was tucked into the woods... not sure how we didn't run into HER at the same time but we didn't. Which is probably a good thing cause my little crew was poking and prying just a tad deeper and running into someone would have surely caused an accident of the PIMP kind.

I am not sure what the little barn was ever used for other than storage but a couple of things have called it home over the years. One being this little creepy crawly... good think she didn't see it.. or it is a shame she didn't and I wasn't there to record the spidey dance that I am sure she does so well.

I loved how the sun light was playing on the web and just made it pop right out.. thankfully this little creepy crawly liked napping in the sun and didn't try to get any closer to me or I may have had to fling something at it.. like my friend.

Now we all know I am not one to leave well enough alone. I can't just take the damn picture and walk away. I have got to know. I HAVE to know or I lay awake at night wondering, was there a body in there. Did I just run across someone's torture chamber and walked away. Has someone stashed the stole bank loot in that little building?? Yes I actually stay awake thinking these things. (I am starting to think I need to consult a professional) Oh Oh either way.. I was not going to allow myself to do such a thing on this little building so... WHAALAA..

There you have it folks... there was a body in there .. sorta.

Happy Halloween Eve!

The label.

I like to label myself, I have done it for as long as I can remember.. One label at a time please.

I am a writer... wait no I am not.. I am a sewer (yes I can sew a fact I keep rather hidden).. wait no I am not... I am a cross stitcher.. wait... painter... wait... knitter... wait ... photographer.... this list could continue for a very long time.

do you see the pattern here?

What I mentally (yes I said mentally.. this does not mean I am mental, then again it also does not mean I am not) NEED to do is turn all those Waits into ANDs!!!! Such as I am a writer AND a sewer AND...

A very good friend pointed out to me today that I am not just one thing... I am many things that I should be very proud of! So the next time you need something done and you aren't quite sure if you can do it yourself.. TRY!!!! Because in the end I think we all want to have a lot of ANDS!

Hanging on by a hinge....

This is truly how life has been for this family the last week or so. There is only one thing to do when life gets this way. Pick up a screw driver (aka a glass) and a can of WD40 (aka a bottle of wine) fix the hinge and the squeak and keep on getting it.

I hate it when people post about how they haven't been posting and they are sorry and blah blah blah. I wasn't sorry I didn't blog I was just sorry I didn't have time to blog and I am sure the 4 of you that read me occasionally didn't miss me much. :)

Having said that I am hoping I am back for a bit of a stretch. Blogging is a medium for me to let loose some of the crazy brain cells I have, for people to actually hear the voices that talk only to me. I read blogs for the exact opposite reason, to hear the thoughts that people have that you would never have the pleasure of knowing unless of course you are a mind reader, which I will neither confirm or deny I can do.

I need to blow the dust off of my camera again too, I participated in a camera related activity that quite honestly I hated (can't believe there is anything about a camera I hate but it is true I do) and I have not picked the thing up since. I have been giving it time to let the bad juju melt off of it. I think it is time! This weekend the juju should be gone. LOOK OUT WORLD HERE I COME!

Friday!!!!!!

Ok people what is so special about Fridays?

I still get up and get excited about the day and I call to the waterkids.. It is Friday!!! and they jump right out of bed and get ready for school and run out the door like the school day is different and I flip the computer on like the work day is going to be different. But is it?

Typically Fridays are more hectic for me in the work area of my life. I shouldn't be exaclaming IT IS FRIDAY!!! I should be saying ... #$%#$@%^#$ it is Friday.

Typically Friday's mean test at school for the waterkids... they too should be saying.... #$%$#^#$ it is Friday. (not that waterkids would ever talk that way cause their mama raised them better.... yea right)

However, this is not how it works, we all get up and are excited because it is Friday! I would say on my part it is because I get to drink tonight, but that would not be different than any other night. I could also guess it is because the kids can stay up later tonight, but they do that behind my back anyway.

So why are we so happy that it is Friday is it because the end is near, but do we really want anything in life to actually END? Maybe it is because there is a light at the end of the tunnel, or is that a train?

Come on people.. lay it on me what makes Friday so special?

Maybe if I had one of these waiting at the end of the day I would be happier.

Do you know

how many paper cuts one can get from printing 50,000 plus barcodes? Well let me tell ya.. it is a LOT.

Do you know how many bottles of wine needed to be consumed to get through that process? Again a LOT but that was much more enjoyable and it led me to the find of this. Which in it self is quite funny because I am a middle sister but not a middle sister at all. My little sister is also a middle sister but not a middle sister at all. Yes yes.. confusing. Let's see how I can make this make sense for you..... Hmmm it is probably not possible but I will try.

One group of siblings... 3 sisters ... I am the middle sister.

Another group of siblings.... 2 sisters and a brother .... she is the middle sister.

This is her.. the middle sister that isn't my middle sister but my baby sister... Kinda prissy looking don't ya think?

Get it? Oh good.

Back to whatever it was I was talking about.. oh yes the wine. I have to say it is the most wonderful stuff that ever came squishing out of a grape and I am seriously contemplating a trip to Cali just to go see them. I do have to say that my favorite is the Mischief Maker and for the life of me I can't figure out why. I have never made a bit of Mischief in my life!

This is what is on the label.. doesn't describe ME at all.

Have you ever dated brothers? Worn leather pants to a wedding? Paired white wine with red meat? Then you just might be a mischief maker. You keep us up after bedtime on a school night. You change your hair color like most people change their socks. You make lives more complicated, but less boring. You'll be in the stories we tell our grandchildren. You love trouble. And we love you.

Interesting stuff on that wine bottle isn't it? I mean seriously never in a million years would I dream of doing anything like that label says but when I have that bottle in my hand ready to pour it in a glass I get a shiver knowing that I am about to partake in the perfect wine for me. Not because of the name just because it tastes good.

Ahhh shit. I can't even make myself believe that load of crap. Here's to all the middle sisters that aren't really middle sisters and the mischief makers out there.. let's stand strong and proud!

Not Mischievous looking at all am I? Muwhahahahahahahhahah

Sooooooo

I can at least say I did post....

So busy with work can't see straight... be back soon.

Some days I wonder...

Why I can't make my living with a pen and paper... or camera and film... or a craft room and many supplies ... or with the internet and well... this!

Well I will tell ya why.. Cause I am a big fat chicken! I am afraid to take that step that leap off of the side of the cliff to say I do _______. Even if it is on the side for now. Apparently it is easier for me to just dream about it. The problem is every year this time Market Days rolls around and every year is another year that I do not have a booth with something I made or did in it. Would you believe that after 38 years I still have no confidence in myself? That I would be the booth that people walked by and laughed at?? 38 years ago and still that 12 year old little girl who wouldn't put her foot out the door cause she knew that someone was going to laugh at her shoe! (granted my mother dressed me funny so I can't blame them but still)

I have 10 months from today to get it together once again and bring to Mathews something new.. something different ..something completely 21st century. Mathews Blogher/photography/craft/framing/you name it, it is here Womans Club of 2010!

I am certainly not talking about your Grandma's Woman's Club cause I do not know any of us who quilt (not that there is anything wrong with that if there are) but what if.. just what if it happened.. what if there was a group that was here for each other and the community who had talent real live talent and gave back to Mathews? What could we change.. how could we help each other and other women who need it.. what could we produce as a group with the talent that is out there.

Oh hell what if it was just two of us.. what could those two do?