Thursday, March 29, 2007

I've been thinking...

*Whenever I say those three words to Mr. Mess, he instinctively cringes and grabs his wallet or braces himself for a long lecture about some inane topic I've interested myself in.

This won't cost us anything, and it may or may not start others to thinking. We'll see I guess.

What got me thinking was a convergence of a something I'd been brewing in the back of my mind for months now and a thread on the Knitty Coffehouse that I read this week.

I had intended to start a new category this month here on my blog to honor the Women of Influence in my life. I even started a post back at the end of February but never quite got it "right". I wanted to share stories and brief personal biographies of some of the women, both famous and not, that have influenced me over the 40 years of my life. But I never got it done.

The above mentioned thread was started by a mother looking for good role models for her daughter. I can understand this need. I put in my two cents as did many others at Knitty. The answers ranged from the historical to the fictional and everywhere in between.

I'm interested in learning who my readers looked to as role models growing up and do you still have role models now as an adult? Are your role models all female? (I don't think I have any regular male readers but if I do I'd love to have your perspective too.) Do you purposely set out to find and provide role models for your children?

I'll start.
I grew up surrounded by women and I learned something from each and everyone of them. My faternal grandma, Lilas, was a very strong personality.Beth018.jpg She had left our small town and went to Detroit as a young woman to attend Nursing School and worked at Henry Ford Hospital and lived in the city with her girlfriends and fellow nurses before marrying my Grandpa and returning to the farm and raising a family. I think I get a lot of my personality from her, she was opinionated, stubborn, funny, hard-working, smart and did I mention opinionated? ;)

I didn't know my other Grandma, Murial, as well. She had many health problems, both physical and mental. I inherited that from her I guess. In many ways it would be easy to say she was weak, especially in comparison to my Grandma Lilas. But looking back now I'm not sure that would be a true judgement. She raised a family of four girls on a farm during and after the Depression. She lost a couple children in infancy. She suffered from depression during a time when it was undiagnosed and untreated and she survived. Her husband, my Grandpa Albion, died relatively young. I never knew him. From all the stories from my mother I know he was the ballast that had kept their family on a steady keel. My grandmother must have suffered greatly at his death. But she again managed to survive. I know she put her daughters through a hard time but they all made it.

In the community I grew up in strong women were everywhere. If all the women of Marlette, Michigan were abducted by aliens and taken away, that town would cease to operate. Most of the women around me as a child did not have college degrees and many didn't work outside the home for pay. But they were most definitely working women. They helped their families run their businesses and farms, they raised children, animals and food, they ran the churches, Sunday Schools, volunteered at the schools, ran the sports boosters, band boosters and any other school volunteer organization there was in addition to the county's largest 4H club and hospital auxilary. I could type out right now a list of at least 50 women from my small hometown and give at least one example of how each of them influenced me in some way. It's a real shame my daughers will never have that kind of community behind them.

My mother is one of those women.slides001.jpg I don't think she always realizes how strong and influential she is most of the time. She has always been able to walk the fine line that balances her commitments to her community and the needs of her family. I see now looking back with the eyes of an adult and a mother that there were many times that her own needs got lost in that balancing act. And yet she did still manage to share her many talents with her children and her community. She is a fabulous seamstress and quilter. I learned a lot of what I know either directly from her tutelage or just from osmosis of watching her do what she did. Her love and loyalty to my father is a true inspiration. helpinghand.jpgOur family and community has had more than its share of tragedy and pain. I give my parents credit for being that rock that I could always rely on to be there to hold onto during even the worst of times. I have cousins and friends that went through the same tragedies and difficulties and not make it out the other side nearly as whole as I and my siblings have. I give my parents credit for that and thank them for that.

As far as "famous" role models I have a few.

I've always admired Katharine Hepburn, both as an actress and as a woman who stood her ground with the men and got her way without losing her femininity in the process. In high school if I had to list one woman that I wanted to grow up to be like it would have been her.

The quiet strength of Rosa Parks and Coretta Scott King has always been something I've greatly admired and wished I had more of in my personality.

I also admire Melissa Etheridge, Ellen DeGeneres, P!nk, Terry Irwin, Camryn Mannheim, Loretta Lynn and Dolly Parton. I'm sure there are more but these came to mind first.

Also Elizabeth Zimmerman, JK Rowling, and Oprah deserve and honorable mention.

So please, share with me your stories and lists. I have some present day role models that I will share in a later post.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Hello, Alannis? This is Ironic.

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This lovely little kitty isn't one of the Milk Brothers. This little guy just showed up out by the pool 20 minutes ago scared and shaking. We knew that our neighbors have a houseful of cats and two little children, and we were pretty sure one of the cats was white. So I carried this baby over there to do the nice neighborly thing and return him home. Ooops, their white kitty was 15 years old and just died last week. They still have a house full and another baby on the way so they couldn't take this one too.

What are the chances that 24 hours after bringing home a new kitty another one just shows up on our back step? In addition, he HAS to be related to the Milk Brothers, he looks exactly like Leche. That is why Steve and Emma went out to get him. The farm we got them from is just over a mile away so I guess it is totally possible he is from the same mother or a relative. Their mother was all white and they had two all white sisters in their litter.

Oh crap! He/she (we haven't gotten that intimate with it) just meowed and it sounds exactly like Leche.

Tomorrow we planned on going to the mall for some spring break shopping. We may be doing some research to find his/her real home instead. If we don't find out who he belongs to I guess I'll have to call the nice ladies that helped me adopt Tallulah.

I'm so glad Mr. Mess is home tonight, he'd never believe this story if he wasn't a part of it.

It's official, I'm certifiable

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Let me introduce you to the latest Mess Maker, Tallulah. At least that is the name the ladies at H.E.L.P gave her yesterday at the adoption event I attended. It is very fitting for her and I like it, but I'm not sure we'll keep it. I've been trying some others on for size today. As usual with our animals, no matter what I actually "officially" name her, she'll end up with some stupid nickname anyway.

I had intended to adopt a black kitten or a tuxedo cat but this little baby won my heart. Partly because the black polydactyl I had signed up to adopt was in the process of going home with someone else when I got there for my scheduled appointment time. Seems that the other family answered, "yes" when asked if they were the ones that signed up to adopt him. I think it is for the best anyway. The foster mom said he was still a little wild but Tallulah was practically a marshmallow and very sweet. All it took was her flopping over on her back like a baby in my arms and starting to purr with a VERY loud motor to win me over.

She has already claimed the smaller Kitty Pi I made as her own. Good thing, the Milk Brothers are both to big and fat to fit into it anyway.

I just noticed this morning a truly unique feature with her facial stripes. lulu 003.jpglulu 004.jpgCan you see how the black and brown stripes above her eyes look like a second set of eyes, so even when she is asleep, it looks like she is watching you. Sort of like Jack Sparrow in the last Pirate's movie. She may get renamed "Sparrow" because of them.

Another thing about her is that she looks so much like my old tiger kitty, Sebastian (aka BooBoo).sebastian I've found myself calling her LuLu frequently because it is so similar to BooBoo and continues the "L-name" theme with Latte & Leche.

Mini-Me and I loved the name my friend Erin named her new kitten, Sirius Black, and wanted to also go with a Harry Potter theme name. Little E suggested Luna and we really like that and it is a front runner. Also under consideration; Hermione, Trelawney, Minerva and Jenny. My votes go toward either Luna or Minerva (I can name a cat after my dress form right?)

Enter your suggestions/votes in the comment section.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Public Thank You

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Isn't this the cutest bag ever? My friends, Jodee and Carla, from Friday morning knitting gave it to me today, along with the cute sheep chocolate and the buzzy bee measuring tape. Carla got it on Etsy and said that as soon as she saw the skull fabric she knew it was perfect for me. She's was so spot on!

Thanks ladies. Now I can carry my balls around in style.
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Bevare ze milky pirate!



You want the banana?

The hairdresser I went to yesterday told me about this video. My girls and I were cracking up over it last night. Here's another one they love:

*WARNING* It is very easy to start talking like Charlie's "friends" after watching this video.

Shun the non-believer! Sssssshhhhhhhuuuuuuunnnnnnn-na.

This one totally cracks me up.

But then again, I'm kind of warped.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Oh Happy Day

Today was what one would call a "good day".

I had a 9am appointment to have my hair cut and get a mani/pedi in preparation for my partay tomorrow night. It was pouring rain at 6am but bright and beautiful by 8:30. By the time I was out of the salon, it was a downright bee-you-tee-ful day.

I actually went shopping. FOR CLOTHES! Holy Crap, star must be aligned and spring has sprung. Three pair of jeans/khaki and a sweater at Coldwater Creek. Plus a pair of cute shoes! Gotta have the cute shoes. (Sorry Carla, these have no arch either, they are heels!LOL) But they are comforable heels (Aerosoles) and they look fabu with my new pedicure.

I also had lunch at TacoHell (no one else in the family likes TacoHell and it is my guilty pleasure.) and a mini-spree at Barnes & Noble. An armful of Scotland travel guides/magazines, 5 chapter books for Little E, a Harry Potter related book for MiniMe and a Time mag for Mr. Mess. PLUS a knitting book, Favorite Socks from Interweave Knits.

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That gorgeous sock yarn is from Emily Parson's etsy site I linked on Monday. I ordered it Tuesday morning and it was in my mailbox Wednesday afternoon. I swear for a second that Emily herself had driven the USPS box over here and delivered it personally. But nope, regular mail. Plus she included a little handwritten note wishing me a happy birthday. I think I may just have to become her personal stalker.

More pron shots of Emily's gorgeous colors:
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I realized after taking the above pictures today that I never showed y'all (the two of you that didn't help me pick it out in the first place!) the woolly goodness I bought last Friday at W&C for a new felted wool bag I'm designing. So here you go. The piece of fabric they are resting on is a sample my friend Jayne gave me from her sister's interior design business. It is a discontinued fabric and Jayne loved the colors and design and wants me to make her a bag out of it. I haven't decided exactly what I'm going to do but I'm fermenting some ideas.

Thank you to Carla, Jodee, Leslie, Jen, and everyone else that put their 2 cents in to help me make my final decision on coordinating yarns.
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Wednesday, March 21, 2007

It's a dog's life

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My beautiful Liebenhund's Hydrangea (Heidi) turns 7 years old today. Isn't she just a breath of spring beauty?

Monday, March 19, 2007

Have I mentioned that I'm turning 40 today?

Bwahahahahaha!

It is a week long event in case you didn't know. Yesterday we had carrot cake and gifts from the Mr. Mess and the Messy Children (jewelry, gawd they're good!) This morning I had a one sentence greeting on my voice mail from my mother and a Hallmark e-card in my inbox from a friend. The only other things I have planned for today were my morning walk with the dogs and my friends and some yard work. I just made an appointment at an Aveda salon for a mani/pedi and haircut on Thursday. Friday is my big PARTY/dinner at McNally's Irish Pub. The band is a U2 tribute band that is supposed to be phenomenal.

I'm also considering adding another creature to our menagerie. I've been wanting another kitten for some reason and my friend Erin just got the cutest little black kitten last week (named Sirius Black!) and I feel totally enabled now. Steve is "okay" with another cat and would prefer a kitten (I may go with one a bit older just so I don't have to do the neutering/shots/training thing again.) The rescue organization here has a litter of black polydactyl kittens available. I'm sure one of them is the perfect match for me. I just want one that will snuggle and purr for me.

What I absolutely must not do is do look at the puppies at the shelter, you know, just to see how cute they are...I will not have three dogs! YOU HEAR ME? No more dogs!!!! Sigh, I'm such a sucker. Good thing Mr. Mess has made it perfectly clear, him or another dog. Dogs don't cook me dinner, buy me jewelry or treat me like a queen I guess I'll stick with one husband and only two dogs. But I still hear that little kitten out there somewhere purring my name.

Knitting related content:

I think I found something else I may just have to spend some of my birthday money on, check this out! Please be nice and leave some for me if I forget to get back there later tonight. Emily has a spectactular eye for color. Jodee and Carla have both brought some of her yarn to Friday Knitting and I've been coveting it ever since. I see at least a half dozen colors in that picture that I want/need/must have!

I did buy more yarn on Friday and Knitting Group...I'll go take it out in the sunshine and photograph it for your viewing pleasure here in a second. Then I really must get to work on cleaning out more flower beds. Spring will be here in two days, I must be ready!

Friday, March 16, 2007

Mrs. Heat Miser

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I'm Mrs Hot Flashes
I'm Mrs Sun
I'm Mrs Heat Blister
I'm Mrs Hundred and One
They call me Heat Mistress,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I'm too much!
[Chorus]

She's Mrs Hot Flashes
She's Mrs Sun
She's Mrs Heat Blister
She's Mrs Hundred and One
[Heat Miser]
They call me Heat Mistress,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
[Chorus]
She's too much!
[Heat Miser]
Thank you!
I never want to see a day
That's under sixty degrees
I'd rather have it eighty,
Ninety, one hundred degrees!
(spoken):Oh, some like it hot, but I like it really hot! Hee hee!
[Chorus]
She's Mrs Hot Flashes
She's Mrs Sun
[Heat Miser]
Sing it!
[Chorus]
She's Mrs Heat Blister
She's Mrs Hundred and One
[Heat Miser]
They call me Heat Mistress,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I'm too much!
[All]
Too Much!

"Consumed by the Flames of Menopause"
by Beth Oberle, 2007

At Friday Knitting a week ago a project was brought up where the Peeps at Wool & Company are having friends/customers/run-of-the-mill stalkers, create art dolls from various fibers, using various techniques, to auction off for charity on their website. I took home a little bag of fibery goodness and looked forward to diving back into the art doll world I had left a while ago.

When I sat down in my new room to come up with something I kept going back to a classic Goddess figure. But I knew that "Mary B., fiber artist" had already created a phenomenal "Venus of Willendorf" inspired doll, dubbed "Fanny" and I didn't want to compete with her brilliance. I didn't really have the time or resources this week to crack out the sewing machine and traditional art doll methods so I did decide to go ahead with a needle felted figure. As I looked through my small stash of dyed roving I kept being drawn to the flame orange, gold and reds, not my typical color palette.

So, in honor of my officially becoming a crone (a year ago I had my hysterectomy and Monday I turn 40), I made an art doll as an homage to the joy of menopause.

We are big Rankin/Bass fans here in the Mess/Snark household, Heat Miser from The Year Without a Santa Claus is probably our all time favorite character. As soon as I Googled the lyrics to his theme song every member of the family, yes even the four legged members I think, was singing this song. My apologies to Messrs. Rankin & Bass for bastardizing their song.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

The quirkiest person in the 'hood.

Last night I did the neighborly thing and stopped in at my neighbor's house where she and another neighbor (how many times can I use the word, neighbor, in a sentence anyway?) were hostessing a clothing and jewelry show. You know the ones, the clothes are gorgeous but overpriced and the jewelry is cheap but overbearing. I'm also a little more than cynical about these things because even though the invitation says that the clothing comes in "sizes 2-20" there is maybe only 3 items on the racks over a size 12. So therefore if I want to spend $300 on a linen skirt, I have to trust the judgement of the size 0 chica that insists that it will look great on me and is available in a size 16. For instance, I fell in lust with a uber-soft indigo suede shirt-dress/duster. I tried the sample on (size12) and it came within 3 inches of actually closing over my less-than-ample bosom. Then I ventured a looky-loo at the price tag, HOLY CRAP! I kid you not, $898. That my dear friends would buy a lot of yarn and fabric thank you very much.

Now on to the quirky part. Remember me telling y'all about my feet and leg pain issues? Wearing the fugly shoes in the privacy of my own home and for the occassional trip to the school or bus stop is all fine and dandy, but I will not wear them out and about in my everyday meanderings. Currently my favorite shoes are what I call my Skull Shoes. They are a pair of brown RocketDogs with a pink skull on the top. I love these shoes. I wear them everywhere (yes, even to church!). Unfortunately lately they haven't been cutting it in the support area and I've had to choose either my Avias or my Converse All-Stars. Monday night I HAD to wear them to the concert so I did what any almost 40 year old that won't admit to reality would do, I stopped at Walgreens and bought a pair of foam insoles to put in them.

Anyhow. Last night I was wearing my now comfy and somewhat supportive Skull Shoes when I attended this high-end fashion boutique down the street. As I was talking to the sales girl and trying on the suede dress, she commented on my cute shoes and showed me a pair of $500 silk slacks that would "match them perfectly." Anyone else see the irony here? These shoes symbolize my last efforts to valiantly hold on to any small remnant of my inner punk in this sprawling suburban upper middle class life I currently inhabit.

This is when neighbor/hostess, Dana, is freed from her other hostessing greeting duties and comes over to me. The sales girl points out my cute shoes and again mentions how the brown slacks would go so good (sic) with them. Dana laughs and says, "Sales-girls-name, this is my neighbor Beth, she is so quirky!"

Call me quirky or call me cheap, but I didn't shell out $900 for the blue suede dress after all.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Hanging with Rosie

Last week I heard that Rosie and the "ladies" at The View were going to be discussing Women & Depression on Friday's show. I haven't watched the View since its first season because quite frankly, listening to a group of women having a hen party wasn't my idea of entertainment. I did like Meredith Viera but Star Jones seriously bugged and Joy is a funny stand up comic but I don't like her schtick in a small group setting. And needless to say the whole Rosie O'Donnell brouhaha bored me.

That said, the idea of a very popular women's talk show taking on the topic of depression and looking at different personal experiences and treatments intrigued me. The only dilemma I had then was that if I stayed home to watch it I'd be late for Friday Knitting! So I did what any modern person would do, I set the dvr on my cable box and went to knitting!

However I've been really busy/tired since last Friday so I hadn't had a chance to sit down and watch it until this morning. I was prepared to be a little annoyed, react somewhat snarky, and perhaps even get a bit pissed off if need be. But I'm glad to say I wasn't. They seemed to really present a fair representation of what having this disease is like for many woman. They made a point to say that it isn't something that should be covered up in shame. Alternative treatments and a discussion of the different types of depression and their symptoms were covered. I was afraid Rosie was going to make it all about her experience and hog the spotlight but she kept it in check for the most part.

So overall I give it a thumbs up, for nothing more than presenting this issue in a manner that brings it out of the dark corners and sheds some much needed light on it. I applaud them for repeatedly making the point that having depression isn't something to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. It is what it is and dealing with it and getting help is a positive thing.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Whew!

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Who knew that getting your sexy back one week before your 40th birthday would be so tiring!

Last night was the P!nk/Justin Timberlake concert. MiniMe and I had a great time. It would have been even better if we were actually JT fans. I think we knew maybe 3 other songs of his other than Sexy Back but he put on a great performance. P!nk's show was only 45 minutes but phenomenol.

We didn't get home until almost midnight. Combine that with the time change over the weekend and I'm one tired pup today. But I did go to the dog park for one round of walking this morning. I didn't have the full three rounds in me but one is better than none. The weather is just too nice today to stay home on the couch.

Knitting-wise I haven't gotten much accomplished on any of my new projects. I did cast on my Hempathy Lace tank. I sat down over the weekend and rewrote my notes to figure out a way to knit it in the round. Hopefully it will work out. I haven't even completed one repeat of the lace pattern so I don't have much to show for it.

I also cast on a pair of black knee-highs in Cascade Fixation. I've only just completed the toes so again, not much to show right now. I'm knitting these toe up, two at a time, using Magic Loop. They are intended for MiniMe and I'm planning on incorporating a Moose Motif in a silver metallic yarn. Why? Because she came up with the idea of a "Tinfoil Moose Monster" Halloween costume last fall and loves Moose, why not? They may also have alternating wide stripes of hot pink or bright purple going up the leg but that hasn't been determined yet. For now, the feet will be solid black.

I have some posts brewing on the back burner. I just have to find time and energy to get them together. Thanks for sticking with me.

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Thursday, March 1, 2007

Come on in, Minerva's been waiting for you!

View from the hall. Minerva showing off her fine figure.
I'm getting my new space together and I can safely say for the time being it is NOT a mess. The old space is however quite a mess but I'm working on it. A quick click on the above picture will take you to the album of more pictures. I also updated the Studio Tour Page

Minerva is my lovely antique dressform. She doesn't quite function as a true dress form unless I decide to start wearing a corset or something but she is a lovely companion when I'm hanging out in my workroom. I picked her up at a garage sale a few summer's ago. She scares the children so I'd say she was a good purchase.
The sewing corner.
Isn't this a bright cheery corner for inspiring one to retake up the sewing hobby? I love that I finally have place to display my Crazy Rays quilt. It used to be in the den but the colors were too bright and the red was the wrong shade. I also love my purple table. This was our old kitchen dining table but it didn't fit in this house. Then we moved it to our lake house and I painted the legs a "Adobe Rose" aka dark pink. It looked okay there but it was still a fugly color. Yesterday I remembered a quart of dark indigo purple I had stashed away and repainted to match my room and my quilt. I also painted the drawers on the little Ikea drawer organizer in the corner. Pretty nifty huh?

Bandwagon and Puddle Jumping

It's raining and I'm exhausted. I think I'm turning into one of those curmudgeonly old ladies with bursitis that can "feel it in my bones" when the weather is going to turn. Seriously, this past week my knees, ankles, and feet have been KILLING ME! I get up in the morning and waddle with 'mincing' steps into the bathroom. By late afternoon I can barely stand, let alone walk further than from the living room to the kitchen. I've been popping Motrin 3x a day and taking hot baths before bed so I can sleep. I've all but given up my daily walks with my girlfriends and our dogs at the dog park. I can't keep up and I'm immobilized for the rest of the day if I try. I don't know what is going on with me.

Today to try to combat and forestall the inevitable pain I resorted to the unimaginable, I'm wearing Crocs. Just shoot me now.

These are damn ugly, the only reason I have a pair is that GothGirl wanted some last summer for some unknown reason and we wear the same size. Even she came to her senses and realized just how hideously ugly these damn things are within a week of buying them. They do make great pool shoes and because it is raining today far surpass anything cute in my shoe wardrobe for puddle splashing.

I also hate wearing shoes inside. A couple years ago when the Flylady was all the rage in the SAHM circles and everyone was shining their sinks and all that crap, my sisters jumped on that bandwagon too. At Christmas they were talking about how she preached that you should always wear your shoes inside so you were prepared at a moment's notice to run out the door if need be. I thought at the time (and still do) that was stupid. I just keep a pair of slip-on shoes, flip-flops, etc. next to every door in my house and if I need to step outside I slip them on and I'm good to go. Plus if I come in from outside I take my shoes off at the door to keep from tracking snow/rain/mud/leaves/dog shit across the floor. I live in the Chicago area, 6 months out of the year I need to put on a coat to go outside most of the time anyway. Am I supposed to walk around my house in a parka to save myself time in case I need to make a mad dash to the mailbox?

Was I trying to make a point about wearing shoes indoors? I'm so easily distracted by that soapbox I carry with me everywhere I go...Oh yeah, shoes inside. Today I may have to change my mind. I'm currently wearing freaking CROCs INSIDE MY HOUSE! And my knees feel so much better already.


**sidenote** The category "Life on Shiney Island" comes from my disdain for all things Flylady. If nothing else at Chez Mess, our kitchen island is always shined (always may be stretching it). Mr. Mess loves his shiney island and we do our damndest to give it to him. The sink however will most likely be full of coffee grounds and dirty washclothes because he doesn't know how to rinse and hang to dry and dumps his stinky grounds all over everything. Not that I'm complaining or anything. If I were in charge of the world it would be Life on Shiney Floors but I've given up that fight. Mr. Dyson and I continue our illicit affair but I kicked Mr. Swiffer to the curb and Mr. Bona and I only get together once every week or two for a long leisurely afternoon of buffing and shining.

Too counteract my curmudgeonliness I'm stealilng another meme idea. This time from Jen-La

Random Things I Like

Smell of damp earth
Brushing my daughters' hair
Walking at night in the snow
Skinny dipping in the dark alone
Hearing my children laughing together
Smell of horse sweat
Cats sleeping with thier heads all twisted around funny and their paws over their faces
When my dogs get into bed with me to snuggle
Getting a REAL email or letter from a friend, not a meme or a forward or an invitation to a home-sales party
Watching tv with my daughters and talking about what we're watching
Farms and barns
Sound of the wind in the trees
Waves crashing on a beach
Sleeping with the windows open when it rains
Crisp sheets
Ketel One Vodka
Grapefruit Izze
Dove Chocolate
English toffee
Lemon meringue pie
Carne Asada Burrito Suizo
Guitar music
Organized cabinets and drawers
Shiny floors :D