Oh Sally Fields and your crazy misquoted quote. Man that comes in handy so often. Like right now.
I got an award! Cool, huh? I go completely nuts during the week and I get a nomination. Sweet!
Bon Appetit Hon – Thank you for your kind words. People are always their own worst critic but hearing compliments like that from complete strangers well… you essentially made my day. Thank you. And if you guys haven’t seen her yummy site, go now. Please. I love food bloggers. Make my mouth water. Love it.
Since I’ve been blessed with an It’s A Major Award!, I get to pass it along to anyone I want to as long as I think they have a kickass blog. This will not be easy my friends. But I’ll attempt it.
The rules are pretty simple. If you receive the award and you choose to accept it, you are asked to:
1. Post an entry on your blog that displays the IAMA! logo and links back to the person who gave you the award.
2. Name as many other blogs as you like that are deserving of an IAMA! award. But in doing so, you’ll need to say a word or two (or more) about what makes them awesome.
3. Include links to the blogs you are giving the IAMA! award.
4. Leave a comment in the newly awarded blogs letting them know that they have been recognized with an IAMA! award.
5. That’s it.
So… who are the lucky little ducks?
Almost Crafty - I know she’s my PodMate but in all seriousness she inspired me to start blogging and now I’m going to tackle knitting.
Lindsey’s Rantings – Because her rants are hilarious. And who doesn’t love Monday 13s?
You Are What You Eat…or Reheat - White Trash Wednesdays: look out! Lots of “nom” going on on this blog.
Jun-Blog - His photographs are perfect and full of interest. And I want to steal his corgi doggin.
Amy Has Bangs – I love her appreciation for music and hockey… and bangs.
I don’t get caught up in Halloween – I’m more of a Thanksgiving person. You get a whole meal at Thanksgiving, not only candy. Much better deal. But even though I don’t don a costume to celebrate, I had to tell you what me and Abby did this week. Our good friend Kelly had an idea for a costume and it was absolutely perfect. So Abby and I made it for her. You’re dying to know, right? How about a little background story first.
I love Kelly and I’ve known her for years – like 13 or 14 of them. We all became friends in high school and just haven’t grown apart (which I feel is a fabulous thing because I would be seriously lost without my three buddies). But as long as I can remember, we’ve embarrassed Kelly. We tease her until she blushes, she acts like she doesn’t know us when we start dancing like fools, we say inappropriate things and ask inappropriate questions just to get a reaction… and this has been going on for years. Only twice in my life has Kelly embarrassed me:
- The day she and Abby visited me in Indianapolis and had us pose outside the Super Target for a picture. Kelly taking pictures is not a new thing but standing in a crowded parking lot taking pictures was.
- The day we were at Joe’s Older Than Dirt and she couldn’t hear the music they were playing inside and proceeded to pull a tiny speaker set out of her gigantic purse and set it up on the picnic table. I was mortified. Mostly because everyone else then had to listen to her selection. And she turned it up. I swear, if Celine Dion had come on, I’d been out of there.
The girl likes loves music. So when she asked me to help make her costume and she told me what it was I was both a) knocked down with how awesome the idea was and b) shocked that she didn’t seem embarrassed by the idea. So without further ado, I present my Little Skipper, Kelly, and the Polo for this Marco, Abby, with Kelly’s kickass costume:
Yep, she’s an iPod. I cannot wait to see what it looks like with the “earbud” speakers that Abby gave her. She is not only cute but cutting edge and completely trendy. And pink. Of course the apple is on the back. Nothing like a little sandwich board magic to make all your Halloween dreams come true.
I’m losing my mind. I knew this day would come eventually but not this soon, not at my age. But I have been a complete weirdo this week. I blame it on stress and the most recent culprit, lack of sleep. To put this more in perspective for you, here are some of the things I accomplished this week (if you can call it that):
- I forgot my lunch today. Not a big deal. But I take my lunch to work everyday – I do not forget my lunch. Well I did. On the counter, on the table, I have no idea. But I do know that Chase dined on my lovely leftover pork chop sandwich. Bitch.
- I left my phone in the car. Not a big deal. But I get paranoid with out the darn thing and trekked my butt all the way back to the parking garage to retrieve it. And then had a strange conversation with the new little security guard. It was almost as strange as that day we saw a deer leg in a parking spot. Almost.
- I put leave-in conditioner on my face instead of in my hair. I quickly panicked after I did this because my face is known to break out after having alien products applied to it. So I washed my face like crazy. But I still had the sweet smell of hair product all day.
- I just deleted a post. I have no idea why I pressed “trash” but I did. So if you see “Week 10″ pop up your feeder again, it’s because I’m a numskull.
- I had a minor spaz attack at Jimmy Johns. Who knew they could fit that many people in such a small space. And be able to hide the cup lids so well. PodMate, I don’t know what I’d do without you.
- I went to our shared, public restroom at work in house slippers. Yes, I occasionally wear house slippers at work. I sit at a desk all day, no one sees my feet. But everyone did today, including the custodian.
- I slept fully clothed last night. I’m talking blue jeans, hoody, the works. I thought I’d relax for a bit. At some point I passed out and managed to weasel myself under the covers.
- And I ate cake for dinner last night. OK, that’s not that weird but still, I had absolutely no desire to make a ham sandwich or warm up that pork chop sandwich that Chase wolfed down today. Boo.
Keep me away from sharp objects. I can totally see myself losing a thumb or something. All I know is I need this weekend. I need tomorrow night’s festivities that include cervezas, I need to sleep in on Saturday and I need to finally go see my new Target. And maybe more cake.
Although I had a bazillion “time” ideas for this week’s challenge, they all looked horrible. Watch faces, clocks, calendar pages, TIME magazine, thyme seasoning… all big fat fails. All of my shots just looked bland. I think Leo the fat cat used up all of my creative juice for the weekend. On Monday, while I was strolling around the office, a bright idea struck.
Here is my time:
This is my PodMate, aka Susan, aka Almost Crafty. And she’s looking into an old mirror that sits above the fireplace in the clock tower. You see, we work in an old building that was gutted and renovated into office space. And in the southeast corner of the building is a clock tower with a clock at the top (refer to ARosa’s time photo). So the tower is a small round room and the renovator left the original fireplace. And it’s a gorgeous fireplace. They also left the original mirror. Which is extremely expensive to purchase. These lead cracks are worth some mula.
PodMate looks so freakin eerie and I love it. Perfect for the spooky season. But also perfect for the “time” challenge because over time, the mirror has aged. Turning into a quick favorite. I promise PodMate isn’t this creepy looking – to prove it, I snagged a photo of her taking a self-portrait for her 365 project. Thanks again, PodMate!
Next week’s challenge is “candy.” Great timing considering it’s Halloween and the kiddies will be trick-or-treating. I haven’t decided if I’m going to pass out the goods or pretend I’m not home. Figure that out later this week. But don’t forget to check out the flickr pool’s photos or click on the challenger roll to see everyone else’s photos. I see a couple new names which is awesome – like they say, the more the merrier!
My mom is a knitter. Just in the past couple years she’s managed to knit 2 purses, 3 scarves, 6 baby bibs, 25 baby blankets, 46 pairs of house shoes and 57 dish cloths. OK, I really don’t know how much she’s knitted but I know it’s a lot. She took to knitting quickly and her finished products always look great. Especially the uber-soft, uber-warm scarf she crafted for me. Love that thing.
Every Thursday night is “knitting night”. My mom, along with other ladies, head over to a friend’s house to knit together and catch up on the latest gossip of Grey’s Anatomy. I still think it’s funny my mom knows who Katherine Heigl is. This friend is named Bev. Bev’s the expert, the teacher, the hoot of the group. And since Bev lives a hop, a skip and a stone’s throw from my house, I occasionally go and hang out. I took the camera this last time.
I know this contraption looks completely confusing but I’ll tell you it’s a sock. A very big sock. I don’t know how she does it. Bev can knit her heart out while watching TV and sharing her profound wisdom with me. On this particular evening, between the life-lessons, I heard a little word slip because she missed a stitch. “What?! I messed up!”
One of these days I’m going to join them and actually learn how to knit. Or as Bev says it, “click needles”. I enjoy crafting but knitting and sewing kind of scare me. I have no reason why other than I’m afraid I wouldn’t like the finished product after I spent all of that time making something to wear, even if it’s just a blanket. And sewing has sharp needles and machines, the better to injure you with. Yep, better start with knitting needles.
These are magic hands, my friends. Bev has a stock room (more like a cabinet, but whatevs) filled with the treasures she’s made and intends to share with family and friends for the holidays. Different pieces, different colors, different patterns, different feels… I just need to start clicking my own damn needles.
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