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I’m dreaming, Louis!
Nobody sings it like, Louis!
I graduated from high school in 1981 and my senior prom was a night to remember. My date for the prom was Scott Brown who attended our rival high school. Becky Ericson, who was one of my best friends, went to that high school and introduced me to Scott.
The prom theme was Styx’s I’m Sailing Away. Scott and I had a great time at the prom as we both loved to dance and we spent the entire night dancing away. The prom pictures were taken with me in my bare feet and Scott wearing his heels as I was a bit taller than he. Can’t seem to locate that picture today and know it is here…somewhere.
After the prom we went to the local bowling alley. My Mom and Dad were the chaperones for the evening. We had a lot of fun bowling until 3 in the morning. Then we were off to the house for the rest of the evening. My little brother decided after Mom and Dad went to sleep to challenge Scott to a game of quarter bounce with shots of sloe gin. Scott got PLOWED! About 4 in the morning he asked me to drive him home as he wanted to be sick in his own bathroom.
I had never driven a car that you had to shift with a clutch, but he assured me he would help me to do it. He was passed out before we hit the first curve! I managed to get us all the way to his house and, thankfully, there were no hills to stop me. I finally drifted the car into his driveway and parked it with a jolt right behind his sister’s car.
I then helped him to his room and placed him, per his request, on his bathroom floor. He then told me to curl up in his sisters’ room so his parents wouldn’t get mad at him. In the morning I heard, “who is that?” “You wake her up!” “No, you wake her up.” I then let them know it was me and that Scott had gotten sick and I had to drive him home.
They then bounded into his room to see if he was okay and the sight was not a pretty one. Evidently, he got a little messy and tried to take off his tux. We found him with one arm in and the pants at his ankles laying on the bathroom floor. His sister’s started laughing and saying I am guess it isn’t a bug. I laughed knowingly with them and said, “er…No.”
My little brother lorded it over Scott every time he saw him that he won the game of quarters and challenged Scott to a rematch, but I wouldn’t let him play. I was not going to have yet another evening cut short by Tom’s game playing!
Do you have a prom story you would like to share?
First, the ugly. It is my new ugly friend from A Very Mary. She calls him Ugly Lemony. How could I resist his lemon yellow color and his dots, the buttons, and the snaggletooth grin? I bought him right away.
Next, are the faces. Shauna of Smiles and Sunshine contacted me to do a 1:1 swap of some fimo clay faces for a doll swap she is in. I get to pick my return item. Can you hear my glee?
Last, but certainly not least, the Gnome. I cannot get enough of Syko’s cute and imaginative scarves. The gnome is a new design and I had to have it. I like the weigh the scarf is made from t-shirt weight material) and that they can be worn year round. I love that they are whimsical and make me smile.
What is making you smile lately?
I sanded the face of the card and then used inks to distress it a bit. Clint’s image was printed in sepia tones to give it a bit of age, too. The words were torn from off white linen paper and then the edges were inked. I also added 5 little playing card images to complete the card theme.
I also as I was getting out my cards came across the Joker card and that made me think of Bernie Mac that we tragically lost recently. I decided to make a card in his honor. I sanded the card as well and then inked up the background. The picture I found didn’t have a hat on it. I remember Bernie Mac mostly wearing a hat so I sketched one out. The show me the funny was added to remember his sense of humor. RIP, Bernie Mac we will miss you!
I received my cards from the Oriental swap with H@ne1 from Finland. We swapped the card for the swap and one other. She asked for one of my ATCs for trade, the Marilyn Monroe card and I asked for her garden card in exchange.
Her please grow card made me laugh. I have tried my hand at many a topiary and killed many a topiary, too. I have an extremely green thumb, but cannot for the life of me keep a topiary alive.
Are there any plants that you cannot grow, but not for lack or trying?
Here are the cards that I received from the 5 items swap. Margaret sent me this card she created for the challenge and the extra Zetti card. I love the lace and the Victorian feel of the 5 items card. I love the mod colors on the Zetti card. Margaret, I love your work.
I am still waiting for Jan’s card to arrive. It must be taking the scenic route!
This picture cracks me up! I wonder what elicited that look from that little girl. Perhaps she was just asked to clean her room? Or maybe to put her clothes away? Maybe she is saying a prayer before a big test? Or just wishing on a star that a certain boy likes her? Whatever she is doing it is a great image and makes this pendant a bit more special.
This one features a mermaid lounging in the water. She is striking a pose, perhaps, to taunt some lonely sea captain into joining her for a swim. Maybe she is just resting after chasing some other Mermaid hussy away from her man? Either way she makes a lovely pendant.
I am still working my way through stringing these pendants I made. I have not been very productive craftwise the last couple of weeks while watching the Olympics. It is hard to listen to the events so that I can create.
Which is your favorite image?
…five dollars, that is! I went on Saturday to the Goodwill outlet here in Richmond. The outlet is not for the faint of heart as you have to dig and dig and dig and dig…and wait and wait and wait and wait…and dig and dig and dig… The digging is in the bins that they place out with random stuff, nothing is organized and neat here. The waiting is for the person in front of you to finish digging in the bin so you can take a change. The aisles between the bins can get just two carts side by side in it with NO ROOM to spare.
The pricing is a lot better as everything except the purses, books, shoes and appliances are sold by the pound. I cannot recall the price per pound, but it is less than 50 cents. There is no way to add it up as you go along, you just go along and then when you are done you hit the scales/registers.
Look at the bounty I scored for $5!
I brought a tote bag with me to bag my purchases and the cashier told me that I was not going to get it all in there. I told her to watch me. I got it all into one tote bag and wished her a good day. She told me when she decided to move she is going to call me to pack her boxes.
Fat chance of that happening, Lady! Oh, yes, do call me!
So if there is a Goodwill outlet in your area go and check it out. Wear your grungy clothes and prepare the hunt, but oh the bounty! I didn’t hit the clothing bins on this trip. I shared with you a score from the clothing bins in this post.
I skipped out the door from the outlet as I was so proud of myself and my haul for $5!
I have always had a love for pigs. How could I not given my formative years. Let’s start off in April of 1963, April the 24th to be precise. That is the day I ushered forth into this world. All 10 pounds and 9 ounces of me. My Mom told me the story about my auspicious birth. Up until the day I was born they told my Mom and Dad they thought I was twins.
I mentioned before that my family is large. I am the next to the youngest of 7 children. My mother had a miscarriage so I would be have been her 7th out of 8 had that child lived. My family is Catholic and it was often said that Mom did it for the steak dinners! We also prove that rhythm didn’t work! But I digress…
My mother, evidently, had been in labor all day and didn’t realize it. She went to the doctor for her appointment and he whisked her to the delivery room. She wanted to call my Dad, but they said there was no time. I was born and when she woke up they called my Dad. He got there when I was in the nursery.
My Dad wanted to name me Gloria. My Mom wanted Cindy. Since Dad was not there, I am guessing that Mom used her choice to name me. Thank goodness Mom’s name won. No offense to all the great Gloria’s out there, but I am not a Gloria. Cindy fits me. Depending on which baby name book you use it either means one coming from the ashes (as in Cinderella) or bringer of light. I think both fit me well!
I was a complete Daddy’s girl and proudly had him wrapped around my little pinkie. He and I went almost everywhere together. Since I was always a chubby kid he nicknamed me Piggy. Daddy’s Little Piggy to be precise. I didn’t mind it at all and I loved it when he called me that when we were out and about in the world.
When I was little kids didn’t have to be in car seats or even seat belted so I often sat right beside Dad squished up so tight I don’t know how he drove. Often I fell asleep on his thigh as he drove. I didn’t care where we went as long as I was with my Dad. All of my adventures with my Dad involved candy, songs, tickling and lots of laughs. One of the first songs he sung to me was the Marine Corp Hymn followed by Gotta Girl in Every Port. I guess the Marines didn’t sing kiddie songs!
When I went to high school there was a different nickname I was given. It was the one they gave my little brother, the football player, HAM. I was Ham’s sister. To be fair, the first 3 letters of my last name are H-A-M. I didn’t like that name. Piggy is cute. Piggy is fun…Ham is NOT! I guess the part I protested the most is that it was a cast off name. I was invisible to them and I was there FIRST!
Oh well, such is my association with the other white meat. Do you have a nickname? How did you get it?
The lovely pictures in this post are courtesy of my custom made scarf by Syko. I contacted her to ask if she could translate one of her designs onto a scarf for me. She embroidered Piggy on it freehand after I shared with her that was the nickname my Dad gave me. How cute is my new scarf!