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Happy Birthday, Tony!

My dear boy, I can't believe you are twelve today! Your aunt doesn't want to admit she yearns for the chubby little apple cheeked baby but is proud of the tall big boy - I refuse to acknowledge that you are almost a teenager!- that you are today! I love you!!!

Your Godmother
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It's raining!

Rick has thrown some rain our way. The rain drove workers off the fields and customers into the cafe. This is what I see from the workshop upstairs. Don't you want to curl up with needles/hook, yarn and a cup of something warm and yummy???

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The life of Bean

Hello there! well, I got this lovely award from both Libby and Ale, so I think it is time I did my part and answered the questions!!! thank you, friends, for this lovely! If you have time, hop over to The Life of Bean's blog, she is one nice kiddo!


1. You can only use one word to answer each of the following questions.
2. Offer this to your fellow bloggers
3. Alert them that you have given them this award.
4. Have fun!!!

Okay, on to the fun part!

1. Where is your cell phone? pocket
2. Your hair? braided
3. Your mother? shop
4. Your father? office
5. Your favorite foods? italian
6. Your dream last night? scary
7. Your favorite drink? water
8. Your dream/goal? growth
9. What room are you in? caffé
10. Your hobby? plenty
11. Your fear? failure
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? content
13. Where were you last night? home
14. Something that you aren't? sane
15. Muffins? banana
16. Wish List Item? Disney
17. Where did you grow up?country
18. Last thing you did? work
19. What are you wearing? colorful!
20. Your t.v.? old
21. Your pets? fish
22. Friends? great
23. Your life? blessed
24. Your mood? good
25. Missing someone? hubby
26. Vehicle? Mushu
27. Something you're not wearing? makeup
28. Your favorite store? Craft
29. Your favorite color? all
30. Last time you laughed? today
31. Last time you cried? earlier
32. Best friend? hubby
33. One place I go to again and again? work
34. One person who emails you regularly? Ale
35. Favorite place to eat? Home

Now, I pass it on to Merrynne, Michelle, Heather and Tammie!

Dear bloggie friends:

Thanks for all your lovely, encouraging and kind comments! I've been feeling a little better, since my parents and little brother covered for me and gave me the weekend off to recover. And my hubby took the girls out on Saturday afternoon so I could sleep. Which I did. Almost.

See, I closed all the windows, the door to the bathroom and the room so it was pitch black and cool. It was nice and cool, silent, dark. I had my two bottles of water, my propoleum, eucalyptus and honey syrup, and had changed into slacks and one of my hubby's t-shirts. In a word, I was comfortable. I lay down for an afternoon of rest and restoration.

Ten minutes later I could not sleep. That's not too much, but you see, I had not slept well the night before, and as a general rule, I've a gift for falling asleep almost as soon as my head touches the pillow. Or car back seat. Or my cupped hands under my chin.

And you know why was that? I'm almost never home without my husband or my girls. It felt weird, off. I felt so anxious, like something vital was missing. And I was by no means alien to living alone, cause I had lived a hundred miles from my family, by myself, for the duration university studies. Suddenly the realization kicked in. I was that girl no longer.

I'm gonna probably anger many so called feminist (a term they absolutely do NOT deserve, but that's subject for another post) but I felt for a moment that I had become defined by my status unto others: a mother because of my girls, a wife because of my husband. And in the absence of them, who was I? What was I?

It was a scary minute. Sans those labels, the ones I had dreamed about since I was a girl (well, after I decided not to be a nun after all, at the wise and mature age of six) what was I?

Come to think of it, I had a huge bunch of other labels that I'd come by all the choices I'd made in my life. But this particular two were playing with my not so sharp wit at the moment.

There should be a choir chord that came along with the "a-ha!" moment. Some light other than the one lighting up inside the heart. The moment when you realize you really are no longer 13 but 31, even if you always claim you never feel a day older than your teens.

I've grown, I've changed. My allegiances changed as did my heart. And that's good. Now, since I was not sensible enough to realize just how deep the changes were, I have the chore of learning to get to know myself, really know myself. That I spent doing all Sunday. And it was refreshing.

Then again, it might all be the result of a feverish mind. But I seriously doubt so. Basically I'm the same girl, minus the saccharine. A tad more of molasses instead. No additives. No embellishments.

I think I like the woman I found.

And I still love my Anne books and my vampire stories. And yarn!

How did you realize you had become grownup?
Have you?



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Guess what I'm making?

It is quite fun!!!

Can you guess?

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From the front lines

Dear Bloggie friends:

I'm still alive. I refuse to be put down by some bug, even if in this round it seems to be winning, by making me look and feel like something the cat spit out!

The day it opened fire (when I started feeling ill) I was about to share happy news with you: the bank had consolidated my debt allowing me to make waaaay smaller payments. Finally I felt I could have some kind of control -well a girl can dream- over the insanity of my financial issues. It still will require pretty much every cent I make, and since my Etsy store seems to be DOA, I am going to be a bit pressed for money. Sadly, that means that as much as I enjoy it, I won't be able to participate in swaps or buy those gorgeous yarns until further notice. At least I have my stash from the Etsy shop!!! : D

Am I rambling? Am I making any sense? My brain seems to have turned to mush. But I keep crocheting on! And in public too! Helps me keep my mind from wallowing in self pity, until I feel well.

The really down side is that I won't be able to direct choir practice tomorrow! Ooooy!!

Alive and crocheting from the battlefield,


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