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>As promised, waterfowl eye candy

>Ah yes… spring has sprung. Love is in the air. Waterfowl are gettin’ busy. So far we’ve seen two families of goslings on our lake. One won’t let me get near them. Silly geese — I’m bringing saltines! The other one… well, the parents hiss a bit, and honk a little, but you can tell they’re just phoning it in. Mostly they hiss when they want me to throw them another cracker.

Voila!Me convincing the geese that it’s ok and I have crackers. They’re wary; I don’t blame them. They need to have a healthy fear of people. There are a total of 6 goslings. They are soooooo cute when they peep. I wish I could record the sweet little sounds they make so you could hear them. They just make me melt all over. (as an aside… seriously, am I that white-headed???)A closer look at mama and papa goose and their babies. How cute are they!!! I talk to them while I’m feeding them to reassure the parents that we have the same goal: making sure those babies have full bellies!Before I talked ’em up on the shore, I threw a few crackers in the water. I’m always amazed that these little guys are hatched out swimming. I know that’s God’s plan for them; He didn’t have the same one for me, considering I never learned to swim and I sink like a brick. That’s why He made life jackets and gave me enough sense to stay away from the deep end.Here I think you can see all six babies. Sooooo cute!

I wish I had a picture from the day after these were taken when the geese were up on the bank. I crunched up some crackers — the goslings can’t handle a whole cracker yet — and one of them just laid down in the pile of crunched up crackers to eat his fill. Just made me want to pick him up and love on him, but I know that would not have been the best idea on earth. Plus Oscar was jealous enough (he was with Richard at a respectful distance while Richard was taking these pics).

What else have I been up to?? Spending some time in Rome with Mom, who continues to improve after the Ugly Drug Mixup. She’s busy planting her garden on the deck. When it starts growing up, I’ll try to post some pictures — it’s really amazing how many veggies she can grow there! I’ve been busy knitting socks for Warm Woolies as part of my Guilty Pleasures/Good Karma swap on Ravelry. I was very excited to win the Dancing With the Stars pool on Ravelry — I had the good fortune to draw Kristi Yamaguchi — and as my prize people are sending me skeins of Cascade 220 so I can continue the sock knitting for Warm Woolies. Good cause, and the socks make good traveling projects.

Got to take another class with Cat Bordhi at The Whole Nine Yarns. As you may recall I took her class in November, but I decided to re-take it because the subject matter was so complex, and November wasn’t the best time for me since it was before my shoulder surgery. I’m glad I made that decision, because Cat had re-worked how she was teaching the class, and her presentation of some of the concepts were different and a bit easier to master. It was an enjoyable day because the class was good and I got to hang with my buddies up at the yarn shop.

In the meantime, I took a private crochet class with Caryn at TWNY and I am in the process of learning to make amigurumi — those disgustingly cute little crochet toys. I’ve almost finished my first one and will post a pic here when it’s done. 🙂

So, it’s the Memorial Day weekend — the unofficial beginning of summer. While you’re out having fun and griping about the gas prices, take a moment to remember those who gave their lives so that we can have the freedom to have fun and gripe about the gas prices. Sometimes the reason for a lot of the holidays we have gets lost in the hoopla surrounding them, right??

>Tag!

>I was tagged today by DF Jill. This is a kewl idea — thanks for including me!

The rules of the game get posted at the beginning. Each player answers the questions about themself. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 0r 6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blog and leaves a comment letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answer.

1. What was I doing 10 years ago??
Let’s see… that would be 1998 (!). I had just quit my job at the managed care company (Georgia Health Plus+) in Rome to go all out to get my CPA license. Richard and I had moved into this house the year before. So I was between jobs and careers at that point.

2. What are five things on my to do list for today?

• a. order water filters for the fridge
• b. get a haircut
• c. pick up dog food for HRL
• d. go to church for the Presbytery meeting
• e. pick up refills at the pharmacy.

Geez, I bet you wish you had an exciting and glamorous life like mine!

3. What are snacks I enjoy?

• Dark Chocolate Peanut M&Ms
• Sour Cream Dip made with Lipton Onion Soup Mix and some type of low fat chip (gotta save where you can)
• Triscuits
• pretzel Goldfish

4. Things I would do if I were a billionaire:

• set up a trust to donate to my church
• make sure my mom was taken care of
• make sure my business partner Bob was taken care of
• make sure my stitch group was taken care of
• buy a condo in Highlands, NC
• sponsor Dale Earnhardt Jr. for a season (or two)

5. Places I have lived:

• Rome, GA (born there; lived there through high school)
• Atlanta, GA (graduated Emory and Georgia Tech)
• Marietta, GA (lived there for a year after we got married)
• Kennesaw, GA (going on 23 years here….)

6. Jobs I have had:

• Assistant at Boys Club of Rome
• Janitor at clothing store in mall in Rome
• Waitress at the Hungry Bull restaurant in Rome
• Sales clerk/switchboard operator at JP Allen clothing store in Lenox Square in Atlanta
• Bank Teller at Trust Company Bank
• News Internship at WRNG Radio in Atlanta
• Student assistant to professor at Georgia Tech
• Documentation Analyst/Software Analyst
• PC support and systems trainer
• Computer systems coordinator
• Refund Loan Department manager at tax software company
• Part time instructor at junior college
• Dubious flirtation with life insurance sales (I was *really* bad at this)
• Customer service manager for managed care company
• Accounting manager for managed care company
• Indentured slave to get hours for CPA license
• CPA/small business owner

(Whew! Even I didn’t know I’d done that much.)

7. Peeps I’d like to know more about:

Min
Nancy
Karen
Kathe
Tammy
Kristan

>Woo Hoo! It’s my Blogiversary!

>Believe it or not, boys and girls, I started this silly blog a year ago today. 🙂 Thanks to all of you who have taken the time to read it, and many thanks to all of you who have taken the time to leave a comment. It’s always quite fun to see what you have to say.

I’m celebrating tonight by watching the NASCAR All-Star race. With any luck, the #88 will move to the front rapidly and stay there.

I promise to be back later with a little waterfowl eye candy….

>Gotta get one of these

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>Thanks, and an Update

>First of all, thanks to everyone who has called or emailed to ask or express concern about my mom. You have no idea how much it means to this only child to know that I have a network of folks far and wide who are thinking of us, and I appreciate each and every one of you more than you’ll ever know.

Mom had what I thought was a serious neurological episode on Saturday — a sudden, severe headache accompanied by nausea and confusion. I went up there then, and she pretty much chased me home, saying she had a “stomach bug that’s going around” and would be fine. There was no improvement Sunday, and today when I called her, I decided it was time she saw a doctor. Her doc and I have an arrangement where I text him, and he calls me and makes arrangements with his office staff to see us. It works very well, because frankly, a lot of the front office people there are goobers.

The doc decided she needed a CT scan, and I went to pick her up. Mom allowed that the problem had started a couple of hours after she took her Aciphex pill that she normally takes for reflux. But she had noticed the pill looked a little different. She gave me the bottle. This is what I saw.Granted, I’m not a pharmacist, but danged if that doesn’t look like it says “Aricept” and not “Aciphex”. And according to the label, it had been “double checked” by the pharmacy before they gave it to my mom. She didn’t look at the bottle outside of the label on the other side — why should she??

Off to the doctor’s office to show them the bottle. Their eyes got wide as saucers, and the doc said that yes, the Aricept could have caused the symptoms she had, but let’s do the CT just to be sure there was no permanent damage.

Then off to the pharmacy. With my mother going “be nice… be nice”, I asked to speak to the pharmacist and showed her the bottle, with the label showing the double check and the fact that they had clearly filled it incorrectly. Those of you who know me would be exceedingly proud. I did not have a total meltdown. There was no yelling, cursing, or questioning of parentage. However, there was a serious one way flow of information from me to her. She apologized profusely (what else could she do??), gave us a bottle of the correct drug, and marked Mom’s account as “brand only” so pills wouldn’t suddenly change shape or color with generics.

Then to the hospital, where Mom had to endure bloodwork and the CT scan. Fortunately the CT operator elected to do the scan without contrast first and let the radiologist read it, so if there was no problem evident she wouldn’t have to deal with having the dye injected. Praise God the scan came out clean.

By the afternoon Mom was much more alert and less confused, so I’m guessing the drug was finally working out of her system. Late in the afternoon the pharmacist called her again to apologize. I imagine she was afraid we were going to sue her, but as I had explained earlier, we’re not litigious folk. Mom explained that it was a mistake — a serious one, no doubt — but that her God taught her to forgive. And Mom says if it had to happen, she’s glad it happened to her instead of someone it could have really hurt. And just maybe they’ll be a little more careful next time.

Me? I’m still working on the forgiveness thing. And my hair’s just a bit greyer than it was on Friday.

>The Good, and the Not so Good

>Things are trying to get back to normal here…. whatever “normal” is. Finished up payroll taxes (yay!), and the next big deadline is not-for-profits on May 15, and those will probably go on extension. At least that takes the work pressure off for a little bit. Bob and I have renewed our tax and accounting software for the year, so the big cash outflows are finished (and boy, are they big.. I about had heart failure when I renewed the tax software — and they don’t even give us any kind of break for paying early, which I think sucks).

On Friday, my friend Kaye came down, and we had a belated birthday lunch for her. I met Kaye in Rome through the cross stitch store that used to be there (the store has now closed and sadly, the former owner was killed in an auto accident). We’ve kept in touch and have gotten to be good friends. We went to Tea Leaves and Thyme, a nice little tea room in Woodstock. They have a wonderful salad sampler platter, and I tried cream of artichoke soup (I know DF Andy would be ever so proud of me for actually eating something resembling a vegetable). Most interesting was the flowering tea that I tried. It came all neatly bound in the shape of a teapot, like this:When you put the tea into the hot water, it expands into a very neat looking little flower like this:How does it taste?? Well, frankly, like…tea. There’s not much of a distinctive flavor. The big deal with this stuff is the presentation, which was very kewl. Kaye enjoyed some blackberry tea that she said was very good. And since we were celebrating her birthday, we got the dessert sampler afterwards that was just the right amount of sweet.

From there, we went to The Whole Nine Yarns for a class with Lucy Neatby. What a wonderful teacher with a delightful personality! Lucy lives in Nova Scotia, and she was covetous of my iPhone, since they don’t have service up there yet.
Yes, she made that incredible sweater she has on. Her first class was on color work, and I’m now kinda wishing I’d taken it. The class we signed up for was on double knitting, where you get two different fabrics at the same time on one needle. You can either use it to make a tube or to do color work. The class did not disappoint.Lucy has a series of DVDs on knitting techniques, and she used the one on double knitting to help in teaching the class. I suggest you go to her website now and purchase it. And I’m not getting any kickbacks either.

Unfortunately, the rest of the weekend hasn’t gone as well. On Saturday I had to make an emergency trip to Rome after I met with a client. My mom isn’t doing well again. I’m not sure what’s up, and I ask that you keep us in your prayers. I have a hunch that we’re about to be in for some very difficult decisions in the near future. Thanks.

>Going "Home" Again

>What was that Thomas Wolfe said? Something about not being able to go home again? Today, for awhile at least, I tried.

Many of you know that I went to a private high school in Rome, Darlington School. Darlington is a well known prep school in the southeast with a long and proud tradition. I’m proud of my Darlington education; I think back fondly of my time there and I’m thankful to the teachers who took an interest in me and encouraged me to do my best. With only 110 people in my graduating class, it wasn’t the kind of place where you get lost. When I take people there, they can’t believe it’s a high school; it looks like a small college campus. Richard and I got married in the chapel there, because the first time I set foot in it, I said that if I ever got married, it was going to be there. The place is that important to me.

However, before I hit the Darlington campus in fall of 1973, I spent four years at a girls school across town known as Thornwood. I’ll let you link to the web page to get the history of the place; it is quite a fascinating story, as in 1958 folks in Rome decided that women needed an equivalent opportunity for private education as the men had had at Darlington (which had been all male until fall of 1973). So from the 6th grade through the 9th grade, I attended Thornwood. The boys and girls schools merged in 1973, and Darlington was the surviving entity. Thornwood became the newly formed Lower School, with Pre-K through 5th grade invading the antebellum house we had previously called our school.

Today Thornwood celebrated the 50th anniversary of the founding of the school, and all the “Thornwood ladies” who had ever attended were invited back along with faculty and staff who had worked there. I decided, with some trepidation, to attend. You see, when I was an adolescent, I was a pretty grim, pimply faced, nerdy little girl. Seriously. Those of you who know me today wouldn’t recognize me. But then, I fear I was a bit of a target, considering teenage girls can be rather cruel. So some of my memories of Thornwood weren’t exactly pleasant… as a matter of fact I think the merger with Darlington was probably one of the best things to happen to me, as I was able to make *friends* with *boys*. I got along much better with them than many of the girls with whom I had previously been in school. One other benefit was that our grades weren’t as segregated as they had been, and I got to make friends with girls who were either older or younger than I was.

But I wanted to see how they had remodeled the house…. see if there was any sign of the ghost who used to live there (or if the little buggars had scared it off), and I wanted to show Richard that part of my life that he’d heard me talk about.

And it turns out, I had a better time than I thought. I was able to see my French teacher, Mrs. James, and wish her a hearty “Bonjour!” and let her know that because of her capable teaching I was able to skip several quarters of French in college. I saw Mrs. Berry, my 6th grade English teacher, who had my class for two hours a day for a year (and I can’t even begin to imagine the trauma my class must have caused her… some folks had some behavior issues), and I got to thank her for the good foundation in grammar that all that sentence diagramming has had to this day. I got to see Mr. Kirkpatrick, who was the headmaster, who probably didn’t remember me, but as I said to Mom, I didn’t spend as much time in his office as a lot of other people did…. and that was a good thing.

We spent the day with my friend Karen and her mother, Mrs. Candler, who was my biology teacher. Mrs. Candler’s not doing well these days, but I think she enjoyed coming, and it was great to see how many of the girls remembered her fondly and came to tell her so. Karen was a year ahead of me but is only a month older… one of the quirks of having a January birthday meant I was really a lot older than most people in my class. (Came in handy when I got my driver’s license first!) Karen’s birthday is in December, and in Georgia, December 31 was the cutoff for school, so she got to go into school at a younger age. At any rate, we were good friends once we got together after the schools merged; we were in each other’s weddings, and we’ve kept in touch on and off over the years. It was really good to see her again and be able to talk.

There was a luncheon in the gym. At that point, it became apparent that the day was to be geared toward the girls who had actually graduated from Thornwood. There were tables for all the classes from 1962 to 1973. Then there was an unidentified table for the rest of us who had technically graduated from Darlington but happened to attend school at Thornwood for awhile. That’s ok. It really wasn’t our time, after all…. it was theirs. And while Thornwood was a stopover for me, it wasn’t my “home” — Darlington was.

I did get to see a couple of people from my class that I hadn’t seen in awhile. It was nice to spend a few minutes catching up.

Only one pic from the event… it was the memory I wanted to take with me:Me and Karen — we’re a little older and a little greyer (or at least I am), but what’s important hasn’t changed.

Oh… and I didn’t see the ghost. But then, they still wouldn’t let us in the attic of the house either.

>Score!!!!

>One of the things I’m enjoying about Ravelry (haven’t we discussed this already? So go sign up!) is participating in swaps in some of the groups I’m in . So far, I’ve been in two.

The first was the swap for the Purple Rules! Group. This is a group who openly admits their love of all things purple. Naturally I joined as soon as DF Jill pointed me that way. And wouldn’t ya know, when swap partners were assigned, Jill got my name! She was incredibly generous with the stash she presented to me before the Annie Modesitt class a couple of weeks ago:
On the left is a skein of Numma Numma superwash merino sock yarn in color Grape Jam. On the right is a skein of laceweight yarn, color lilac fairy, from handpaintedyarn.com. I have had a difficult time rationing the center during tax season. 🙂 Thank you so much Jill for the lovely yarns and the yummy candy! I’m looking for the perfect sock pattern to show off the Numma Numma, and I’m not sure what I’m going to do with the laceweight yet, but laceweight is a new addition to my stash because I didn’t have any before. Good call. 🙂 I know I wasn’t the easiest person to shop for. If you travel over to Jill’s blog, you can see the package she got from her swap partner in Norway.

The other swap was titled “Guilty Pleasures/Good Karma”. The idea was that you swapped “luxury” items with your partner…. more expensive yarn, tools, patterns, etc. that they normally wouldn’t buy for themselves (participants filled out a questionnaire with ideas). The Good Karma part came in because to participate you had to pledge to either knit for or donate money to Warm Woolies. So while you were getting something luxurious for yourself, you helped some folks who had little to nothing, in a lot of cases, not even shoes. (Yeah, that kinda puts silly yarn purchases in perspective, doesn’t it??)

My partner was Dawn from Washington state. Wow, wow, and wow….I opened the box and unwrapped all this. Then I read the note she had included with it explaining how and why she had picked all these items. She just blew me away with her generosity and with the thought she put into it. The green and purple yarn was dyed especially for me by The Unique Sheep. The one inch stitch gauge was made especially for me. She hand made the beautiful project bag (the picture seriously doesn’t do it justice) and the stitch markers (complete with tiny sheep). I had requested a shawl pin as my luxury item and wow, is it beautiful. I was just about in tears as I looked at all of it and thought that someone who had never met me had gone to so much trouble. So thank you Dawn, for your thoughtfulness and generosity. I hope your swap partner treated you as well.

Update on the accounting software: The guy called today at the assigned time. I tried downloading the updates. The sucker worked the first time. Our operating theory is that changes they’ve made on their end plus updates to Vista made it work. I’m not arguing. I just wish it had happened back in January.

>Turtles under construction

>As some of you may know, I have an issue with needlework “smalls” (which to you who are unfamiliar with the term, are stitched needlebooks, scissor fobs, thimble holders, scissor cases… you get the idea). I have a lot of kits for some beautiful sets of smalls. The problem is, I just for the life of me cannot figure how to put them on the cloth.

I see this big huge piece of blank linen, and I know I have to fit 5 or 6 stitched pieces on it. Logically, I know it can be done. But I have this spatial orientation issue that prevents me from “seeing” how it can. Rae says it’s because I don’t think dimensionally. I’m supposing that’s probably true, because I can’t see how to arrange furniture in a room either.

In February, Ellen Chester released a wonderful set of Quaker Turtles.Aren’t they just the cutest things you’ve ever seen?? So I called up Drema at Needlecraft Corner and made sure I snagged ’em as soon as they came out.

Tax season is over, so it’s time to consider a new project. But how to fix the cloth so I know where to put the turtles?? Fortunately Ellen gave exact dimensions so I was able to baste my linen and know where each piece was supposed to go. I spent last night preparing the linen.You may have to click on the picture to enlarge it to see my basting lines. Turns out my linen was larger than what the pattern called for, so I’ve got a 4 inch margin at the top. Maybe I can use that for an ornament or something when all is said and done.

I’m hoping to start the turtles tomorrow, after I’ve had yet another battle with my accounting software company. They’re supposed to be calling to fix the problem I had back in January. We’ll see.

Wish me luck. With both the turtles and the software.

>Weekends like this make it all allright…

>Tax season is over (can I hear a Hallelujah!). Thankfully it ended with a whimper, mostly from me. But immediately afterwards, I got to enjoy a fantastic weekend with some of my most favorite people in the world around me.
I was most blessed to be able to host Rae Iverson (seated with her arms around Debbie on the left and Andy on the right), who owns and designs for Moss Creek Designs for the weekend while she taught classes at the Sampler Guild of Georgia. (If you haven’t seen Rae’s designs, click on the link *now* and then come back and read the rest of this silly blog later. If you don’t, and you do counted thread work on a regular basis, you’ll kick yourself because you’ll be missing some of the most original and challenging work out on the market today. And yes, I’m a groupie.)

At any rate, it was a great excuse to also host all my buddies for two nights of great food and great fun. We were flying in a bit of a missing man formation, because we were desperately missing DFs Ann and Teresa, who weren’t able to join us. Having them here would have made a great weekend just perfect. But outside of that bit of a downer, we managed to have a pretty good time. 🙂

On the second row in the pic you see Jill, Judy, Linda, moi with HRL Oscar (who of course had to be in the middle of everything), and Cathy. In the back are my dear hubby Richard (who, using his Mensa-boy smarts set up a tripod and figured out the timer on the camera to get himself in the picture), Angela, Linda’s hubby Big Jim, Heather’s hubby Michael, and The Magic That Is Heather herself.

Unfortunately, missing from the shot were DFs Vicky and Ramona, both of whom had to work on Friday night when this picture was taken. They joined us on Saturday night (when, unfortunately, several other people weren’t here), so we couldn’t get a true “group” shot on either night.

We had food:Richard quite obviously loves the apricot chicken Andy made, as he decided to capture it for posterity. On Saturday night, Vicky treated us to homemade spaghetti and meatballs, with made from scratch (!!!) cheesecake (I still have some in my fridge – don’t tell Jenny Craig).

The classes were great. On Friday we took Rae’s Blueberries and Cream set:My photo is woefully inadequate, so check Rae’s website for a better look. At any rate, we worked on the scissors fob in class. Note that it requires pointe de reprise work and some stumpwork berries. DF Judy has already decided that she wants to use fancy crystals instead of the stumpwork, but considering how stubborn I am, it’s a point of honor to make the doggone berries. My work so far:
The little lump in the front is my attempt so far at a berry. Looks a little like a jelly fish. We’ll just say it needs some work and leave it at that.

Saturday’s class was actually a companion piece to another project we’d had at a previous Stitcher’s Gathering called “She Maketh Fine Linen”. Note that it contains wonderful little SHEEP made with rhodes stitches. 🙂Quit stitching on it on Saturday during class. See the brown “worms”? Over one stitching. One thread too far to the left. And if you stitch, you know that the only thing worse that stitching over one is frogging over one…… urgh. Time to let it rest for a couple of days.

On Saturday night we decided to work on some “ort” bags that we’d seen some folks with and that the Sampler Guild had made at their annual retreat. Rae had talked to the lady who had made them, and Ramona, Vicky, and Angela had been at the retreat. We figured we could probably figure out the pattern (since all of us are generally smarter than the average bear), and we think we’ve actually made some improvements. 🙂 (BTW, if you’re not familar with the term, an “ort” is that little bit of thread you have left after you’ve finished with what’s in your needle. It’s not big enough to use, and you generally end up with them all over the table. The ort bag gives you a nice tidy place to put them till you’re through stitching and you can throw them away.)

Here we are plotting, planning, and stitching…
Yeah, it’s blurry. Richard once again set up the timer so he could get this nifty pic of him pondering what Ramona was sewing, so I figured I should put it on the blog. 🙂

What the ort bag looks like (sorta — mine’s not completely finished as I was documenting the pattern):
But the really kewl thing is how they look “closed”:Totally worth the trouble. 🙂

On Sunday we went to the Sampler Guild meeting, where Rae delivered a fascinating lecture on Mary, Queen of Scots. The current politicos have nothing on that chick! 🙂

So today I’m exhausted, but it’s a good kind of tired. I’m glad to have had such a wonderful weekend and I’m so happy to have so many great friends in my life who have become my extended family. If you’ve got that, what more can you ask for??