Enny, meenie, miney, Moe, (NOT FOR THE SQUEEMISH)

http://fiberartsmixedmedia.ning.com/profile/jeanne

Enny, meenie, miney, Moe, (NOT FOR THE SQUEEMISH)

Well you know how the rest of the poem goes.

Okay so do to the fact of wearing pumps for so many years while
I was young and stupid; now I am old and stupid

My poor Feetsies suffered much.

After toe surgery (trying not to get to descriptive here)10 years ago
I thought I was home free. No more ingrown toenails and no more pain.

All was good
Until a month ago while (now this is ironic)
I was pulling out my winter shoe bin and pushing over my summer shoe bin.

The winter shoe bin hit My big toe nail and pulled it completely up. &^%&%&%&%^&%&!!!!!
(Sorry I prolly should have put a warning label on this post) In fact I will do that now.

Okay so I am like leaving for work in 5 minutes. (Naturally)
I wrap the toe up in paper towel and grab a pair of sandals that have a wide opening. And off to work I go.

Thank heavens I work in a machine shop so many many tools are at my hands. I asked the tool crib guy for a pair of wire cutters, some of those band aids over there and two Tylenols.

After performing minor surgery on my left foot. (Hey that’s a movie right) I took two Tylenols and tried to work.

Well there was this little piece of toe nail still stuck to my toe!

So I did what every normal person would do Call the Doctor?????????????

Nope, I tried to use pliers to pull it the rest of the way off.

Not having the correct tools, the operating table or the anesthesia, I couldn’t get the job done.

Long story shorter, I somehow got in to see a podiatrist the same day. He is kinda balding, with a goatee mustache, not bad looking but pretty young. He says he likes my tattoos.

I am like “Cool do you have any??????????

“Na,” He replies studying my toe.

“Do you trust me?” He asks.

“No!” I laugh “I just met you.” “Maybe if you had a few tattoos, I would.”

“I think it’s just barely caught here at the edge.” He continues.

“Let me just give it a quick pull and we will be done.”

I look at him and of course I say

“Okay”

Ha you thought I was going to say “NO WAY MAN!”

Well I should have, cause it hurt like a ^&&^%!!!!!!

I could have one of my shop guys put my leg in a vise and do the same thing.

(For a lot less $$$$ too)

Anyhow he numbed it up, took it off and made sure it was not going to
Bother me ever again.

Moral of the story here is IF YOUR DOCTOR DOES NOT HAVE ANY TATTOOS
HE MUST AT LEAST HAVE A GOATEE.

Leather and lace

I have been having so much fun making atc’s. Those little pieces of artwork all on a tradable 2.5 x 3.5 piece of cardstock. We were asked to make a fabric ATC for this month. The designs were all gorgeous.

Wake Me up before you Go Go.

You can’t go until you Go.

Lolol Well my poor husband had knee surgery
Monday Morning. He had partial knee replacement.

He was in all sorts of a good mood because the anesthesiologist had put a “Femoral Block” in to the
Knee that had the surgery. They kept it there for two days.

Now that they took the block off he can feel pain, twinges,
tingles and tightness in the knee.

Long story short they won’t let him go until he goes.

And for those of you recently released from the hospital you know what that means.

Well how the heck can they expect you to “go” with just a curtain around?
You. The guy next to your’s TV blaring “The Price Is Right”.

All those doctors, nurses and visitors wandering around the halls with
Their “c.o.w.s.” computer on wheels. My youngest daughter just became an
RN. So that is how I know what a c o w is.

Any how I do expect him to be home tonight so he had better “GO”.

P.S. Please don’t tell him I blogged about this.!!!!!!!!!!!!

4th of July

Our city celebrates the Fourth of July the week before.
Maybe they get the fireworks cheaper, or maybe just maybe we have it
Early so everyone from all the surrounding towns can come and
Celebrate with us.

That’s probably it. Anyhoooooooo it’s a three day celebration
Culminating with fireworks on Saturday evening. My husband and I
Wait till the sun goes down a bit (yep used to get my best tan on the
Fourth of July) and head up to the park.

What is really neat is for the last five or so years we can spend our
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ on ourselves!!! There aren’t little hands reaching
Into our back pockets begging for this t shirt, or this hat, this slushy
Or this double crust deep pan pepperoni pizza slice.

It has been nice hitting the beer/wine booth first and then meandering up and down
The center vendor isle choosing which delectable tastes we want to sample.
This year we had a Greek salad, a huge Italian sausage and some Italian ice.

Ah life is good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But we do know that our first grand child is coming up the ranks fast so our $$$$$$$$$$$$
Next year will not be ours anymore.

Oh well it was sure nice while it lasted.

Remembrance

The tang of the freshly cut lawn drifted through the summer air.
Daddy’s grass cutter as it was called back then engraved neat little diagonal contours through the jade patches.

Sarah was born in the 50’s at the far end of the Baby Boom. In a time where parents didn’t worry as much about their children as they do today. It really was a simpler time for all.

Situated against her favorite tree Sarah was veiled from the rest of the world.
The mature weeping willow with its gently swaying tresses kept her perfectly concealed.
And that was what she treasured.

Being a quiet creative person, she thrived by her self. No silly questions to answer,
no prying eyes and no sharing her Precious items!

One of which she now held close to her heart.

Someone might break it by dropping it or throwing it across the room as her older brother
often threatened to do. If she didn’t stop “borrowing” his brown jeans.

Sarah forgot all her worries as she stretched out beneath her shelter and viewed the sky.

It was definitely magic she knew that much.

How else could she see so many colors?

With a flick of her wrist, the clouds seemed to part and rainbows of swirling color parade before her vary eyes. It was almost as if she controlled the crimsons, aquamarines and tangerines that mirrored in her sight.

She loved the complex colors and shapes appearing and disappearing.

It was her own private dream world where everything had dimension, color and composition.

Everything was perfect for Sarah today, under the shade of the old weeping willow.

Sports Illustrated Swim Suit?

It has been raining so much lately, I am glad I learned to swim.
You never know.
(See video). http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ydSjiwWpG34

We took this video not too long ago.
We live at the end of a street, where all the water seems to slope down too.

So seeing canoes and little boats in the middle of the intersection is not to rare of an occurrence.
I have called the mayor numerous times asking him if he would like to purchase the four houses on the corner.
(Okay so only one is mine) tear them down and make a retention basin or a park out of them.
His answer to that was
“Why would I make the city spend all that money for something that happens every 100 years?”
Well I am not anywhere near 100 years old and it’s happened 4 times already.
(Okay some days I do look and feel 100.)

The water crawls up the front yards and gets into the crawl spaces which aren’t very deep, about 18”. That is why there aren’t too many basements in my Town.

Well the garden is looking fabulous and the grass is as high as an Elephant’s eye.

Let’s hope I still look good in last years swim suit.

Forks in the Road

http://www.marilynwitt.com/pastel1.html








I probably should have studied my first love
Archeology.
I would have much more satisfaction
digging up diamonds and rubies.
Brushing the ancient dust off
each gem lovingly with a soft mink paint brush.

Than I do sitting at a desk typing
and logging and invoicing etc.

Hmmmmmmmmm okay my daughter says
“Mom you can always go back to school.”
And she is right, but who would help pay the mortgage, food, bills and her collage expenses?
It’s nice to know she supports my idea of learning anyway.

How did I get where I am today? Was there a fork in the road that pointed one way to Carpel tunnel land or Indiana Jones?

I wish it had been that clear, instead of the vagueness of the paths that fork off, giving us
No idea to where and what we are headed.

Can we turn back? Once headed down a particular road? Or do we realize too late that we are on the wrong path?

Has anyone ever turned back and lived to tell the tale????????

I am sure some one has and there are books written all about it on shelves in many libraries all over the world.

Yes I will probably watch Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom tonight.