Sunday, February 28, 2010

The Bronze Gorilla

Flipping through my pictures I saw that I had several shots taken through the years at the same location - the bronze gorilla at the St. Louis Zoo.

St. Louisans love their zoo.  It's a great retreat on a hot gross day, an easy amusement for kids of any age, a great walk no matter your physical stamina, and best of all, it's FREE!  I'm all about family activities that are free, aren't you?

The bronze gorilla is a tribute to a long time zoo resident, a rather ancient silverback gorilla, who died many years ago.  It's located outside the monkey house and is the perfect size to prop the kids for a quick photo op.


Even the big kids like to pose in front of him


And this is by far my most favorite pose of all.... the nose picker


Check out everyone else's city
Unknown Mami

Friday, February 26, 2010

Answer A Few Questions

Hey bloggers, check out the King and I.  She has a project she's working on and needs some input.

Friday Fragments - Feb 26, 2010

 Mommy's Idea

ACK!  Craziness abounds!  Didn't I say just a few weeks ago that I thought life was going to get busy in my little world?  Oh buddy, that was one huge understatement.  Ginormous.

At work our largest fundraiser of the year is coming up in April.  I have a few responsibilities with this this event, ones that take a lot of time away from my regular job. Actually I enjoy it as it is a creative challenge, but stressful nonetheless.  New people are starting next week so I will be getting them situated with their computers, email and training.  As if I have time?

My daughter is helping with another major fundraiser, not work related. It will be two weeks after the one in April.  I'm helping with the guest list and seating arrangements.  And all of this will be slamming into my world as I'm in the middle of all of the crap at work.  Because I love taking on more projects than I can handle?

The thing I was all secret squirrel about a few weeks ago, the project that I just need to shut up and let someone else do his way?  Yeah, that's a new business my husband is opening.  Financing was approved earlier this week.  All of the worrying and fretting and wondering and hoping is now planning, plotting, quoting, shopping, worrying, fretting, wondering, and hoping.  The man who rattles numbers off non-stop in regular situations is in hyper mode.  A mute button would be SO SWEET.

I got through about 10 blogs that participated in last week's Friday Fragments.  I doubt I'm going to do much visiting for a while, so if I miss you please accept my apologies - crazy is as crazy does.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Same Shot, Different Season

Just a few weeks ago I snapped this:

On Saturday, this:

And then digging through my shots I found this one from July 5th:

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Flying Geese Quilt

I don't know why it took so long to start playing with triangles.  They're straight and as long as you stay true to your seam allowance (I'm known for dancing back and forth over that line so my blocks are never even) these practically fly together.  This is one of many quilts that came together in just one day.

It was made for my brother and it was really hard to find non-floral prints in my collection.  Unfortunately it was not quite large enough to fully cover his 6'4"body so it hung out in the guest room.  Last April it was lost in the house fire where he lost everything but the load of clothes he had in the car to go to the laundromat.

I guess I'll have to make a new one for him, bigger this time.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

My Theory About Work Days

I have a very unpredictable job as I really cannot tell you from one day to the next what I will be working on.  Such is the life of the office technology goddess.  It's rather appropriate and fits quite well with my ADD.  Most people shudder at the thought of the constant stream of interruptions but I welcome most of them, there are a few I could do without.

I've developed a theory concerning work days:

Monday - NO CLUE what I'm walking into.  Frequently I'm met at the door with some frantic emergency.  My weekly report that is due by 9am usually isn't turned in until after lunch.  My supervisors have stopped fighting it, many times because they are the source of the emergencies.

Tuesday - Mopping up Monday.   Fortunately, I'm well aware of my workload before I ever walk into the office because it's whatever I didn't finish the previous day.  Unless, of course, it's the monthly staff meeting.  I cross off all hope of accomplishing anything at all on meeting days.  That's just hopeless.  Once I realized the futility of trying to finish any project on meeting days I suddenly felt a load lift off my shoulders.

Wednesday - Catch Up.  Finally I can attack lingering projects from the previous week, spend a few minutes dangling over a cubicle to hear the latest gossip, linger over lunch.  We've been busted a few times discussing inappropriate material, usually sexual in nature, in the lunch room.  So we call it "Inappropriate Wednesday."  Invariably the day we start one of those conversations (menstruation, penis sizes, fun positions, strip clubs, stripper names...) that is the point Ned Flanders walks into the kitchen.  We try to tone it down in his presence, but we always end up saying something that makes him turn a thousand shades of red.

Thursday - Normal.  As much as "normal" could ever be used around here, there is a calmness to Thursdays.  I could never predict my projects from one week to the next, but I'm usually running reports and tending to computers with non-emergency issues.  There's a quiet rhythm that hovers over the entire office.

Friday - Crazy.  It's not crazy busy, just crazy, like lunatic insane crazy.  These are the days the CEO will burst into song, the chocolate fairy will leave gifts in the kitchen, we will stand outside catching snowflakes on our tongues, or I will cram every office plant into one cubicle.  These are fun days, ones where we laugh so hard our bellies hurt.  Not every Friday is like this, but enough of them are and they sure do make up for Monday!

So today is Tuesday and true to course, I'm mopping up yesterday, knee-deep in a project I couldn't have predicted yesterday morning.

What's work like in your world?

Monday, February 22, 2010

Pregnancy - do's & don'ts

On my parenting blog today I wrote about my first ever due date.  None of my kids were born anywhere near their due dates.  Doctors may as well have tossed darts at a calendar!

As I wrote, I recalled many of the things that other people did that enraged me.  Maybe there should be a guide to dealing with pregnant women?  Oh okay, I'll compile a list.  Please feel free to add:

1.  DO NOT TOUCH!   This belly is not Buddha.  Rubbing it does not bring you luck.  It's attractive, I know, a beacon begging for your grubby hands.  You must resist.  One day someone is going to rub a pregnant belly and pull back a bloody stump instead of their full arm.  It ranks up there as justifiable homicide and if there were any mercy in the world, the case will come before a judge who has been pregnant with no toleration for being touched.

2.  Keep it above the bellybutton.  If you get permission to rub the belly  (and do ask before attempting to touch), stay ABOVE the bellybutton (easy to spot as no shirt properly hides the damn thing).  I had some creepy looking dude walk up to me in the mall with barely a hello before he started rubbing the Buddha and went too low and it nearly became gynecological.

3.  Due Dates.  It's relatively safe to ask when the baby is due and discuss preparations of the baby room.  DO NOT ask "haven't you delivered yet?"  Seriously?  Big belly = NO BABY.  Your sarcasm is not funny and not welcome.  Don't drip with sympathy either.  Hey, let's talk about the weather, what you cooked for dinner last night, work, the space shuttle, status of the Euro, you know, anything BUT the fact that the pregnancy has not yet concluded?

4.  Gender.  Really, who cares if it is a boy or a girl or what the happy couple is wanting this go around?  We're not living in a culture focused on producing male heirs so move on, okay?  If it's a boy, it's a boy, if it's a girl, it's a girl.  All anyone wants is a healthy, happy baby.  Just erase that gender question out of your mind.  Let's discuss names, okay?

5.  Horror Stories.  STOP!  I'm guilty, I know and now I try really really hard to never bring it up.  People, especially pregnant women, do not want the gory details of your sister's vomit-filled, miserable pregnancy or your coworker's long, excruciating delivery.  This is a female version of war stories.  The more gruesome, the better.  And each telling gets grosser.  Oddly, with several women in the gaggle, it turns into a game as to who has the most harrowing pregnancy and delivery story.  It's bad.  Really bad and nothing a man or first-timer ever wants to hear.  It will scare young women right into a nunnery.  For life.

6.  Delivery Details.  Don't feed the above beast.  No one needs to know her plans for epidural or how the last visit went or plans for breastfeeding.  All of these questions are lead-ins for the inquisitor to share their opinions of how the pregnant woman should proceed.  It's none of your business and if she truly wanted your input, she would have asked.  Right?

7.  Advice.  Keep it to yourself.  If new momma wants your opinions, suggestions or ideas she will ask.  Until then, get a blog and post it there.  Be the person who treats her like a human not a walking incubator.  She will love you for all eternity.

8.  "When are you going to have your next one?"  REALLY?  No one is trying for a Duggar clan, give it a rest.  This may be the one and only, or the last.  None of which, is your damn business.  This is a conversation strictly between husband and wife (or significant others or whatever their arrangement is).  If you are the grandparent, just appreciate the little bundle already in your arms.  If the couple never copulates ever again, IT.IS.NONE.OF.YOUR.BUSINESS.  Get the hell out of their bedroom, because that's what your questions mean, you vicious butt-insky.

Okay, this list ought to be longer, but I have to go to work so I can pay for my internet connection and feed my blog addiction.  Add your suggestions in the comments and I'll edit the list accordingly.

From SkippyMom:  Dear relative [Mom, MIL, sister] or BFF, If I tell you I only want my husband in the delivery room please do not act butthurt. It isn't personal. Honest. Next to making the kid this is the most private time of our lives and I have enough of an audience as it is. Sorry other moms allow it - we don't.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

St. Louis - The Science Center

Here is a perfect Sunday activity in St. Louis - visiting the Science Center.  Yes, it is a kid's destination, but it's kind of cool for us adults too.  Best of all, IT'S FREE!  You'll see that FREE is a common theme in my ventures about town.

There are all sorts of cool science stuff to be found - a life sized ananitromic (HOW do you spell that?) dinosaur, building blocks, scratch-n-sniff boards.  Most everything is hands on so you know the kids love every inch of the place and it's huge.  If you have no tolerance for other people's children then you'll want to avoid this place like the plague.  There are kids running wild and worn out parents panting in their wake to keep up.

The part that always captivated my kids, including my very teenaged size, too cool for anything, youth group, was the walkway between the Science Center on the south side of Hwy 64 and the Planetarium on the north side.  Yes, they get to walk over a busy interstate.

There are radar guns to measure speed of the passing cars

And observation windows in the floor!

There's also an Omnimax theater (not free).

This is really a fun destination.  Pair it with a trip to one of the gillion eateries in the area (even the golden arches) and you have the perfect day that your kids will remember forever.  If you do it right they'll pass out in the backseat on the way home.

Find out about other places in the world with their Sunday fun at Unknown Mami's Sundays In My City:
Unknown Mami


Saturday, February 20, 2010

What A Glorious Day!

Today was forcasted to be rainy, snowy, icy, gross.  Earlier this week we were invited to go to a winery, but with the icky weather headed this way we decided to decline the invite and head to the movies instead.

Okay the movie was good - we saw Wolfman.  But it was sooooo beautiful out!  Today was a PERFECT day to hang out at the winery!  Perfect.  So after the movie I took a walk.  The air smelled wonderful.  It's a shame we don't have smell-o-vision because I SO would have posted it here.  And you would have snorted your computer screen right off the desk.

It looks like the crap weather is still headed this way so I guess I won't get in another walk tomorrow.  I'm actually surprised with myself missing my morning walks.  Soon I'll get back into the routine.  Soon. 

Friday, February 19, 2010

Friday Fragments - Feb 19, 2010

Mommy's Idea

Go to Half Past Kissin' Time and check out all of the other people participating in Friday Fragments, where we all post the bits and pieces of our week that don't quite make a full blog post.

This week I made attempts at keeping notes of things that would make a good Fragmented Friday post.  And this is what I have:
*Reading The White Queen... since November.
*armpit hair
*little mermaid

I ought to leave my list standing without explanation.  Maybe I should open it up to your speculation.  Oh that would be entertaining.

In fact, I'll give a huge gap and let you guess in the comments and then you can come back and see if you were right.


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*Reading The White Queen... since November.  I'm a miserably slow reader, but this is really taking it to the max.  Clearly I'm not hooked on this book that I will gobble it up in a matter of days.  But I do like it.  Blogging and playing Mafia Wars has taken up my reading time so I've relegated the book to the hour I'm sitting on the staircase outside the gymnasium during my son's hockey practice.  Unfortunately the last two practices he played goalie and I kept my eyes glued on him, not my book.  AND tonight I'm headed to the bookstore for The Dead Travel Fast by Deanna Raybourn.  It's not supposed to be released until March 1st but stores are already rolling it out.  THIS BOOK I will gobble up in a matter of hours.  I have loved her other books and not because she's an online friend who when I finally meet her face to face we will laugh like we've known each other for many years - well we have.


*armpit hair.  This was a stumper, wasn't it?  Knowing I have a 12 yr old son may start to explain it.  He's been so obsessed with Mustache Watch that he was surprised to find hair sprouting someplace else.  And proudly showed it to me.  One lone hair and he is excited.  I'll be happy to never know if or when it sprouts elsewhere. 

*little mermaid.  An ongoing battle in our house is the Netflix list.  We came to a compromise that every other item on the list is from my "crappy" chick flick selections.  Well imagine his dismay when Little Mermaid II showed up in the mailbox.  "What the hell is this shit???"  And yet, he sat there and watched it.  I was fully willing to save it until the morning and watch it when no one is around, but no, The Husband and my son sat there, quiet, no heckling.  I don't think they enjoyed it, but they were at least respectful and allowed me to watch how a redheaded mermaid became the apple of her father's eye.  Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants is coming sometime next week.  I don't expect the boys to be nearly as compliant with that one.

And for something NOT on the reminder list - I'm a guest blogger today!  Yippee!  It's technically through my parenting blog, but I figure it's okay if I mention it here too.   It hasn't been posted as of 7:35 am, I'm pretty sure she's busy with mom stuff at the moment, but go ahead and check out Speaking From The Crib and at some point you'll see ME.


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I can't wait to see everyone's speculation about my list!

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Blog Addiction

OMG!  How do you do it?  Or is it just me?

I could easily sit and read blog after blog all damn day.  This is far more enjoyable than scrubbing toilets or balancing my checkbook or grocery shopping or answering phones or calling Apple for repairs or... well just about anything.  I could easily cut off 3D human contact if I could meander through blog world for the rest of time.  This shit is fun.

The problem is I'm too nosy for my own good.  And here y'all are laying out your daily lives and posting pictures.... yeah, way to feed the addiction.  Thanks a lot.

If there's a 12 step program, I've just admitted I have a problem.  Step one ACCOMPLISHED.  I have ADD so it's not likely I will finish the progr...  OMG there's another cool link!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

How To Approach Your IT Person

My day job is "technology goddess," as I claim around the office.  What I offer here is not a List O' Grievances like I posted yesterday, but can actually be useful.  I'm not being bitchy, just trying to help reduce frustration - yours and your lovely IT helper person.

1.  Close out all applications.  Minimizing is not closing apps.  We try very hard to respect your privacy.  While having that email from your perverted brother pop up may be funny, it puts us in an awkward position.  Besides, we're going to have to close down everything to restart your computer anyway.  The exception would be if your problem is with a specific application and you need to show us what you were doing or an error message.

2.  "Can you come look at this?" is the worst question EVER - unless the thing sprouted legs and is literally doing the Cha Cha.  Take two seconds and compose yourself before hitting the call button.  "I'm getting an error 12345" or "my screen is rolling with weird designs".   You don't have to give a technical description, but do describe it somehow.

3.  Moody Computer.  "It just happened" is a frequent statement.  We are going to ask you what you were doing before the problem arose.  Don't get offended, just be honest.  Outline the application you were using, what you were trying to type, where you saved the document.

4.  Clear out some work space.  You may love tempting fate by working under a tower of teetering piles of paper and half full cups of coffee surrounding your keyboard, I don't.  Despite my workspace looking like a bomb exploded, it's MY clutter.  I don't want to touch YOUR clutter.  And to get to the back of your computer I'm going to have to move your shit.  Do us both a favor and give me a reasonable path to your machine.

5. Space heaters.  MOVE THAT DAMN HEATER AWAY FROM YOUR COMPUTER! far away.  Sorry your toes are falling off from frostbite in the middle of July because the Office Troll sets the thermostat to 42, but your computer does not work well in the sweltering heat.  In fact if it gets too warm it will die.  Hmmmm... maybe if you move your heater you won't need my mad IT skillz.  Just a thought.

6.  You're not stupid.  I don't think you're stupid and nobody else does.  And yet you preface every computer conversation with your utter stupidity about computers.  Always claiming to be stupid is an invitation for getting screwed.  If you take your car into the mechanic and before you describe the problem you say how stupid you are about automotive issues, you are going to get charged for blinker light fluid.   At some point I'm going to believe you and start to treat you like a simpleton.  Honestly, it's more than a little annoying.  It's like it's an excuse for your bad behavior and that is not acceptable.  No one is expecting you to be a programmer quoting lines of code in your sleep - shit I can't even do that.  In other words, you weren't hired to fix computer problems, I was.  I wasn't hired to do your job for a reason - it's not my forte.  I might be able to muddle my way through your job, but I would be bound to screw up.  So I come to you with accounting questions, grant writing questions, nursing questions, social media questions and you come to me when your computer breaks into the Cha Cha.  By the way, if your computer sprouts legs and dances, RECORD IT because that would be fucking awesome!

7.  Jackass.  Being rude and demanding does not get prompt cheerful service.  I can guarantee you even the most accommodating person on the planet (such as myself) will prolong the simplest of repairs for hours, possibly days.  The length of time a repair takes is relative to how much of a jackass you're behaving. 

8.  Laptops.  Treat a laptop like a baby.  Don't carry it by it's head (display).  Don't drop it.  Don't let your dog chew on it.  Never drink hot coffee or sticky soda pop directly over it.  Use a proper carrying restraint (computer bag) ALWAYS, not a flimsy quilted bag made by your Aunt Marge.  Don't leave it in the car overnight.

9.  Personal Space.  Computer people are not touchy feely.  We got into computers usually for our lack of interpersonal skills.  When we're working on your computer please take another step back - you're too close.  Don't hug us.  Gratitude can be expressed with coffee, or in my case chocolate.  No touching.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

List O' Grievances

Things only I seem to notice/care about in this house

-Toilet Paper.  Why load it  so that the loose end is against the wall, not over the top?  It's easier to grab my way.  Yes, thank you for replacing the empty roll, but could you take an extra second and think about proper placement?  By the way, I am amazed how you manage to time it so that I'm the one who usually gets this job - thanks.

-Paper towels.  Same theory as the toilet paper.  It's almost worst in the kitchen because my hands are preoccupied with other jobs and I have a really difficult time trying to grab that elusive flap against the wall with my pinky.

-Closing cabinets.  WHAT THE HELL?  It's a door.  SHUT IT.  Open when you need something, close it when you're done.  Basic concept. 

-Spoons.  We happen to have TWO sizes of spoons.  They each have their own slot.  Seriously.  Hold them up beside each other.  One big, one small.  Seriously!  Never knew that did you?

-Lids.  In my multi-tasking wizardry I am able to clean as I go.  I respect that there are other means in accomplishing kitchen tasks like cooking, but when you're done can you screw on the caps to everything BEFORE you put them back in the cabinet?  If not, one day I will spill the contents and it will piss me off and you will flip out that something went to waste.  Let's avoid that, ok?

-Doors.  Sit your non-OCD self down, I just checked the door.  Instead, why don't you use that energy and check the cabinets and lids in the kitchen????

-Tupperware.  Store shit in something with a lid, there's a whole cabinet of bowls and lids right over there.  Why in the fuck do you put stuff in a cereal bowl and a ziplock bag?  Bowls with lids are right behind you.  How long have you lived here?

-Change.  You never take your change when you load your pockets to go out the door despite insisting you NEED it.  What, does it make you feel wealthy to have fortyfive little piles of coin deposited around the house?  I find it annoying so after five days I am going to scoop it up and put it in the change bottle.  Deal with it.




...ahem... don't mind me.  Clearly I'm too bitchy to be around people.  I'll just go crawl in a hole or something.

Monday, February 15, 2010

A Sampler Quilt

Ugh it's Monday.  It's one of those days you just want to snuggle down with a cuppa something warm.  These are the days we want a quilt to wrap around us as we sit in front of a crackling fire contemplating a long vacation to someplace tropical with warm sand and cool water lapping at our feet.

My next quilt that I've chosen to highlight was a sampler that I made as part of a class.  I've only taken the one class.  It was something my mother-in-law and I signed up together.  Every month we were given a new square and taught the techniques for cutting out and assembling the block.  We would bring in our squares to the next class for a little show and tell.

I was pregnant with my oldest son and missed the last few classes, but my MIL collected the directions for me.  Like so many of my projects initiated those days it sat untouched for a really long time.  Such is the curse of being a new mother and may explain why quilting seems to be a grandmotherly art.

Because this quilt was assembled as part of a class it was the only one I purchased fabric specifically for it.  Everything else I have ever assembled has been hobbled together from scraps and fabric on-hand.  Unfortunately I only had enough fabric for the actual squares and not quite enough to finish the borders.  I went digging and found a complementary pink to intersperse with the burgundy borders.  That explains the "unique" pattern between the blocks.

My sampler quilt found its way as a graduation gift for a friend's daughter.  Before I gave it away I was able to finally take it back to the quilt shop that had hosted the class so many years ago and do a little show and tell with the original instructor.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Sunday In My City

I don't participate in Sundays In My City because I usually spend Sundays holed up in the house.  It's my day to stay home and do NUTHIN - my favorite thing to do by the way.

But this morning I woke up to snow!  For the first time in over three months I took a walk.  I didn't go the whole route but enough to snap a few snowy pics of my local park.
 
When I stepped out the door it was just a dusting but then it really started coming down.  No one was out so it was very quiet.  All I could hear was the tiny snow pellets hitting the dry leaves.  Absolutely perfect.
Unknown Mami

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Mardi Gras - St. Louis Style

We all know about that little celebration down the river, but St. Louis celebrates Mardi Gras too.  And we do it in grand style.  No, it's not quite as big and ornate as New Orleans, but it's pretty big. In fact, St. Louis hosts the second largest Mardi Gras celebration in the nation.

It's held almost entirely in the Soulard neighborhood.  The city of St. Louis is defined by named neighborhoods.  Soulard (pronounced "sue-lard")  ...hmmm, I should do a post about pronouncing things around there.  I'll tuck that away for another day...  Soulard is one of the oldest neighborhoods in town.  It's the French section... it's our French quarter, filled with ancient houses (as much as houses can be ancient west of the Mississippi), houses that were built when this land was under French control, when Napoleon was Emperor.  In five months we will celebrate Bastille Day in the same streets that are today decorated with purple and gold.

It started back in the 1980's as the Soulard neighborhood association thought to celebrate the history of their French neighborhood.  It was small, like a block party.  But it grew.  A lot.  Today people are warned about the street parties when they buy a house there.  Many pack up and leave during Mardi Gras.  Others invite in their friends and add to the party atmosphere.  The association pays for ample port-a-johns to keep the crowds from pissing all over the yards.  They also place large trash cans every few feet.  The morning after requires a bulldozer to clear the streets of the trash.  Tall fences define the backyards, not to keep the dogs in, but the partiers out.

I've only gone to Mardi Gras in Soulard 2 or 3 times.  I never attended one of the many parades that mark the two weeks of Mardi Gras.  St. Louis doesn't hold parades every day, just for the two weekends and actual Fat Tuesday.  Kids aren't off school, well, at least the kids in public school.  Kids attending one of the twenty bagillion Catholic schools in the area might be off, or not.  I'm not Catholic and I didn't attend private school, but I think some are off on Fat Tuesday.  My ass sat in class completely oblivious of the parades and drinking going on downtown.

But there are parades.  Several.  The one that gets the most attention is the Dog Parade which I think is coming up tomorrow.  It is a parade of dogs and other pets.  If you can leash it and "it" can give some semblance of playing nice, you can join the parade. If you can dress up your beast on a leash, even better.  It's wildly popular.

Except for today's festivities, most everything is family friendly.  I know there is a lot for families in NOLA, but for an out-of-towner that might be hard to maneuver.  You can come here knowing that you can walk down the streets without topless women begging for beads.  With the exception of today.

Today is the big parade.  The one with floats and marching bands.  This is the one that is accompanied by all day drinking and transforms a usually quiet and quaint neighborhood into a rollicking sewer of music, partying, large crowds and even more drinking.

And oh buddy, does St. Louis like to get its drink on!  If you're not scared of crowds and enjoy a kickass party, this is the place to be.  Soulard is filled with little restaurants and corner bars, places that look crowded with ten customers.  For Mardi Gras they set up shop outside and open their patios so they can use the inside floor space as a stockroom.  Larger facilities hire bands.  As you stroll through the streets, bouncing off other revelers, you can listen to a variety of music ranging from blues to country to hard rock.  People dress up - the crazier the better.  The one outfit that stands out in my hazed memory was a guy with a viking helmet - the Nordic type, not football.  I was mesmerized by it.  But there's lots of face paint and beads.  And lots of boobs.

The weather doesn't matter.  We've had some toasty days that really bring out the crowds, but the party continues despite how cold it is outside.  Now rain?  That puts a damper on things yet the party continues, just inside or under a canopy.  Dress accordingly.

Cost - free admission.  Several bars and private events will have a cover charge, but you stroll the streets for free.  Alcohol is everywhere, but you cannot bring in your own.  Food vendors are also everywhere.  One will not dehydrate or starve to death at Mardi Gras.  You might, however, die of liver failure.

Parking?  Parking sucks.  There are several lots that charge comparable to handing over your first born but there are free shuttles into Soulard.  Good luck with that.  St. Louis City PD are ticket crazed fiends so obey the signs and don't squeeze in on the corner like I tried one year (but it was worth paying the fine instead of lot fees - it was only 2 blocks away from the fun).

Security - FABULOUS.  If you're under 21 NO DRINKY.  That is very strongly enforced so behave and keep to soda pop.  There is extra security hired just for the weekend, especially today.  Many of the restaurants and bars will also have extra security.  Keep it to the streets, don't stab anyone, don't drink if under 21 and don't pass out - you'll have a good time.  Otherwise you might get your ass carted off - no fun.

Verdict:  Great destination if wanting to celebrate Mardi Gras with the kids (except the Saturday before Fat Tuesday) and great destination if wanting to get your party on, adult style... er... like a college student on Spring Break style.  Bring beer-proof winter coat as you're in the midwest in the middle of winter.  Cold.  Really cold.  If it's not cold, leave the coat in the car.  You won't break the bank coming either.  Definitely a two thumbs up event.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Friday Fragments - Feb 12, 2010

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Mommy's Idea

Third night in a row that I didn't get to sleep until really late.  My eyes are burning and I seriously contemplated calling in sick this morning.  I keep reminding myself to save up that PTO.  I don't have anything specific in mind, but I have a really strong feeling that something is headed this way (something good) and I'm going to need the time off.  Suck it up, girl, you can sleep in tomorrow.

I work at a non-profit and our biggest annual fundraiser is just a few months away.  Several years ago someone decided that computer techs must be graphic artists????  HUH?  Yeah well that has been in my lap for the past 4 years and actually, after much bashing of my head against the desk, I've come to enjoy assembling the bigass catalog for this event.  As of Wednesday, catalog assembly began.  I got the art (from a real live graphic artist who creates our invites) to start incorporate into the catalog.  Week by week things will get more frantic and I become more stressed.  It's good stress, but in two months I will be very frazzled.  I will probably have to walk away from my blog for a while to spare you from the whining and incoherent ramblings.

Speaking of work, on Wednesday a friend group to the organization brought in lunch for the entire office.  Big yum!  This place is allllllll about the food (and my waist is showing it).

We got snow this week, but we never got to go play in it.  I was hoping to walk through the park and snap pictures.  Nope.  Most of it has melted :( sad me.

I do feel really bad for everyone slammed with last weeks snow.  The tunnels look cool, but what a genuine MESS.  One day, awesome.  A full week?  With your own kids?  And spouse?  Without killing anyone?  And no liquor?  Or chocolate?  Just shoot me.  Dead.

Hey does anyone else get that chocolate crave and raid the chocolate chips for a quick fix?  I store my chocolate chips in Tupperware so I can grab and dash all stealth like without the other assholes in my house trying to get in on the action.

Yesterday I was talking to a friend about things happening, projects coming to fruition.  It's wild how things are just falling into place.  I remember just weeks before I met my husband (3 years ago) I said I felt like I was on a rollercoaster ride, teetering at the top of the biggest hill, that unbearable silence as everyone gathers their last breaths and the ride somehow becomes louder and slower clicking into place, just seconds away from screaming downhill for the most exciting part of the ride.  I'm not a fan of big screamy rollercoasters, especially the ones with loops and twists, but this feeling of impending excitement was tangible.  Something big was coming.

And now it's here.

And I REALLY feel that first drop, with my legs braced against the seat in front of me, my eyes slammed shut, holding my breath.  I'm not very good on those big drops. I don't throw my hands up and enjoy the feeling of my stomach bungie jumping into my knees.  All I want is to get to the bottom and fly through the swoops and turns of the rest of the ride, the big scary drop behind me.

Until anything certain happens I won't post the details.  But I would appreciate your good vibes being sent this direction.

OMG IT'S SNOWING!  :) happy me.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

The Art of Being Patient

Patience is a virtue, right?  RIGHT????

ANSWER ME DAMMIT, I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!

Uh, yeah, so I'm not the most patient person around.  I've been working on it for a mighty long time and have made some headway in that direction, but I have a long way to go.   Hmmm... it just struck me as I typed that how learning patience is a slow process requiring patience.  Irony, table of one?

But it is something I've been working on.  I've prayed for guidance and have seen improvement.  My older kids can tell you that I'm not nearly as yelly and screamy these days as I was a decade ago.  Their little brother doesn't get an ass chewing near as often as they did.  Of course, my nerves aren't whittled down by incessant bickering and tattling with just one child at home (say it with me, "he's so spoiled").

So a certain project has landed in my world.  One that is trying my patience in unimaginable ways.  One that it would be better if I would just shut my mouth, keep my opinions to myself, butt out, let the person do it his way and merely accept or turn down the variety of requests coming my way.  This isn't my project.  I have no ownership of it.

Hmmm... again, what is that theory I'm famous for quoting?  Something about problem ownership?  Yeah, dummy, this is not my problem so I need to butt out.  The problem owner is not asking my opinion, just asking for my skills and resources.  Offer the help as it is requested or don't - that is my "problem."

And this is trying the fuck out of me.  I have opinions.  GOOD opinions.  But that doesn't matter.  Suck up that ego and shove it in your back pocket, my opinion doesn't matter.  AND IT'S DRIVING ME INSANE!  It is truly trying my patience.  I want nothing more than to stab somebody in the neck and make him do things my way.  And then stab him once more just for good measure.

These are not the behaviors of a patient person.  In fact, prison is filled with all sorts of people who failed in the patience department and I do not look good in prison orange, maybe blue, but not orange.  So I'm forcing myself to sit down and shut up.  It's going to require sitting on my hands too.  And since I'm not really known for sitting still there's going to be a lot of fidgeting and rocking and swinging my legs and staring at the indiscernible spots on the ceiling while keeping my burgeoning turrets at bay.

AAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!


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Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Crossroads Quilt

Some fabric is just meant to go together.  The colors and patterns mesh perfectly.  I will flip and twist piles of fabric to find a perfect match, but some just jump into my hand.   This is probably my favorite part of quilting - playing with the fabric, finding those matches.

This was a denim colored cotton and a pale pink with little denim diamonds.  These two sat side-by-side in my collection waiting for a quilt, I knew they were destined to be together.  I don't remember where I found the pattern, but I cut it out of my own design based on something I saw elsewhere.  I'm always fascinated by floor tiles, seeing quilt possibilities and I think that's where it came from - someone's bathroom floor.
Like many of my quilts, the core of the quilt top was assembled quickly and then sat for several years waiting for some sort of inspiration.  When it did arrive, the quilt was finished in a matter of hours. 

The border was from fabric that I detested.  It was a hideous combination of pink and blue flowers on a brown background.  When I held it up to the pink and denim it just meshed and stopped being ugly.  I also had a little bit of bunny rabbit print, surely something I found in the remnant bin (my most favorite place of any fabric store!). 

It was the first time I tinkered with the border, making it pieced instead of full strips of bland fabric.  I'm totally infatuated with doing borders this way and it will be found on many more quilts as I move forward. 

This quilt also has more of the bunny fabric appliqued in the middle of the quilt, and I think I did some on the back too, but I don't exactly remember if I did that or not.  I don't applique much, but it just screamed for it.

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

The St. Louis Reaction to SNOW (and snow report Feb 9, 2010)

St. Louisans are scared shitless of snow.

Knowing this will explain the TV hype, the crowded grocery stores, and the incredibly long list of school closings running at the bottom of all local TV stations.  People from snow-prone territories see the hype and expect feet of debilitating snow only to find a few inches and the town teetering on shutting down.

The fact of the matter is that it really doesn't snow a lot here.  It gets cold.  Very very fucking cold.  Temperatures are frequently reported in conjunction with wind chills and we are guaranteed to have a few days of negative temps.  In any given winter we will see possibly three snow events resulting in a minor dusting and another 2 storms with measurable accumulation.  That accumulation rarely eeks over the six inch mark, more frequently 2-3 inches.

And the entire metro area stands like little old ladies nervously clutching their purses.

If this were Dallas or New Orleans it would make sense - they don't get snow.  This would be a novelty worthy of bringing the town to a stop.  Do they even have snow plows?

But this is St. Louis.  We are guaranteed a snow every year.  We have snow plows.  Actually, snow is MUCH easier to drive on than ice.  If our roads were never plowed it would still be possible to drive through town - because we didn't get slammed with three feet of snow!  More often than not, it's ICE on the road and that IS scary.  But we don't flip out over the ice, you know we get that all of the damn time.  We don't have 48 hour storm watch for ice.  Nope, just snow.

If the TV stations wouldn't focus freakishly on the impending doom of snow coming this way, I'm sure people wouldn't be so frantic about it.  Then we see things like the rain that pelted us on Friday turn into three feet of snow for the east coast.  OMG THAT COULD HAVE BEEN US!

Dude, we don't get snow measured in feet.  The last time that happened was in 1982.

Oh God, let's rehash "THE STORM OF 1982" yet again.  It's always spoken of in ominous tones.  Every year we mark the anniversary lest anyone forget.  People were trapped in their homes for DAYS, roads weren't plowed, the town shut down, dogs were mating with cats... it was awful!

Uh yeah, I was there.  It was like 20 inches of snow, not quite 2 feet, but hell it might as well have been twenty feet.  Whatever.  Remember yesterday when I said there were times it was obvious I'm not from here?  This would be one of those times.  I recall frolicking in the snow that year and wondering what was the big deal?  Yippee school was closed, but exactly HOW FAR do we have to trek to find a decent sledding hill???  That was my concern, the long walk out of our neighborhood for any place with a good hill, not how much snow we received.

I don't remember my mom being freaked out either.  Okay, so the roads were difficult to maneuver, stay home!  And that's okay because we still had food in the house.  Imagine being prepared!  We didn't starve to death.  We weren't forced to gnaw on the furniture for nourishment!  That's because we weren't trapped for months, just a few days and our regular grocery shopping kept our cabinets stocked.  No one rushed out to the stores at the mention of a coming storm.  We already had the essentials for french toast on hand.  And yes, I find it absolutely hilarious stores are depleted of milk, bread and eggs the day before a predicted storm.

So if you're here when snow is predicted, sit back and enjoy the show.  It's over the top, exaggerated, unnecessary, mind-numbing.  Just stay clear of the grocery stores or you might lose a limb.

Oh, this morning I woke up to 2-3 inches of snow and son is going to enjoy a day off school.  Yippee, lucky him.

Monday, February 08, 2010

How I Came to Live In St. Louis

I bitch and whine about St. Louis quite a bit, but let's be honest, I love it here.  This is home.  I may not have come here willingly, but I have stayed for more than lack of other options.  I do like St. Louis and it has a lot to offer.

It occurred to me standing in the shower this morning that I could blog about things you would encounter visiting St. Louis.  Unless you have family here, this isn't the top of people's vacation destinations.  More frequently it's a stop along the way to somewhere else.  Why not make that stop part of the vacation?  And for those of you visiting family?  Why not do a little sight-seeing?  People who live here forget some of the great stuff this town has to offer.

I could also talk about some of the quirks about getting around town and places to avoid, or how to navigate out of them if you accidentally land there (East St. Louis, Wellston...)

But first I need to answer the question, how did I arrive here?

In 1980 I was thirteen.  We were living in Portland, Oregon while my step-father finished his master's degree.  He landed a job with McDonnell Douglas and was offered relocation to either Long Beach or St. Louis.  Despite pleas for Long Beach - warm weather, close to grandparents, BEACH - the 'rents opted for St. Louis.

We knew NOTHING about St. Louis.  As far as my little thirteen year old mind was concerned this was the lowest ring of hell.  I never heard of the The Gateway Arch and thought the city was part of the south.  I was convinced everyone spoke with a deep drawl.

Okay, I was wrong (but there is an accent that no one here acknowledges). 

A year later I started high school and was well settled into our new home.  The people here are exceedingly nice and I've never been made to feel like an outsider - well as much as a shy, skinny, awkward teenage girl could feel.  That said, every so often something will pop up that makes it crystal clear that I'm not from around here.

Thirty years later (Dear God, has it been that long???) I continue to have an outsider's appreciation for this friendly, quirky city (with crappy weather).  I'll share my observations and highlight great places to visit like the zoo (FREE, one of the nation's best zoos) and some little corner haunts.  I'm not a travel expert and don't need to reiterate anything you can find in a travel book, but I'm sure I have some observations and experiences that could be helpful.

Who knows, maybe you'll find St. Louis is more than a blip on the map and stick around for a day or two?

Sunday, February 07, 2010

Trivia and Mexican Train

...or what I did last night!

We joined our friends last night at a trivia fundraiser and had an absolute blast.  Note to JJ, the KSHE mascot is not "Sweet Pea", darlin, it's "Sweet Meat".  You've lived here your entire life, you should KNOW that.  I should have spoke up when I looked over your shoulder but I doubted myself as you so assuredly wrote the answer, repeating what the boys were telling you.  And how the hell am I the only person to have heard of a "Crater Copernicus".  If you losers wouldn't fast forward through commercials and, oh I don't know, actually got out once in a while you could have helped me as I struggled to remember WHAT restaurant serves it.  I think we're going to have to visit Ted Drewes to make up for that major flub.  The three natives to St. Louis were absolutely USELESS on St. Louis trivia.

I need to have my history degree stripped from me for saying Harrison, not Garfield, was assassinated. 

By the last round we were drunk slap happy.  It was very clear we were nowhere near winning so our suggested answers were "octopussy" and "Paris" for nearly every question.  As we added up our scores it was clear we got an "F" on this assignment.  Damn.

It was 10pm and we were having too much fun.  We headed over to Piranha's house for an evening of Mexican Train.

WHAT?  You've never HEARD of mexican train?

It's dominoes.

Fortunately it's pretty easy once the preliminary rules are settled.  Kids can do this, so drunks have a somewhat fair chance.  The only drawback, however, is if played all the way through, it is a very long game.  After four rounds we called it quits and The Husband won.

Before I was able to escape, I became the focus of taunting as certain body parts were discussed.  It has been a long time since I've laughed so damn hard.  I have some of the most cruel friends, but they do keep me entertained.

WHAT?

I'm not supposed to be amused by people making fun of me?  I should be offended?  And find a better caliber of friends?

WHY?

We're hardcore like that.  Only the thick skinned can hang with this group of bitches.

Besides they're dumbasses.  When a dumbass makes fun of you it's funny.  Trust me.  It's that whole pot and kettle calling each other black thing.

So I laughed.  It was a very good evening.

Saturday, February 06, 2010

Snow Report - Feb 6, 2010

I do realize that my adoration of white flaky stuff falling from the sky is not shared by most of the adult world.  My love is purely childlike.  I don't give a rats ass about the driving conditions or all of the other practical stuff surrounding snow.  I just love the snow.  I love watching it fall from the sky and I love nothing more than the first thing in the morning looking out on the yard, untouched and pure with a full fluffy layer of snow.  Love it.

Hate the cold.

It doesn't make sense, I know.  Don't argue with my inner-child, she is very illogical and stubborn.  She also believes in unicorns and fairies.

After much preparation and dire warnings... it rained.  And rained.  And rained.  The rain started around 7pm on Thursday.  When I left for work yesterday it felt every bit like a common spring storm.  And rained and rained.

The weather dudes predicted rain for Thursday, a drop in temps overnight, and the moisture changing over to snow before morning.  They were wrong.

Thursday morning the TV was filled with blue and green blobs over Missouri and Illinois.  St. Louis was on the predicted line between snow to the north and rain to the south.  Sure enough the northwestern portions of the viewing area were getting their first reports of snow and those of us in the southern portions of St. Louis were still getting rain.

It did eventually change over, but it took its sweet time getting here.  By 1:30 yesterday afternoon, the snow began.  Unfortunately it was still too warm outside.  Beautiful snow drifted gently out of the sky only to land on wet ground.  When I arrived home four hours later, snow was just beginning to stick to the ground, barely.

This morning the snow has stopped.  Everyone's yards has a light dusting.  All of the concrete and paved areas are wet or maybe icy.      :-(       boo

Do you share my love and fascination with snow?  Or do you detest it?  How hard did you get hit with this latest storm? 

Friday, February 05, 2010

Friday Fragment - Part Deux

I totally forgot to mention that my follower count hit 20 earlier this week and now is up to 25.  These are simple pleasures in my world - please say you'll follow me even if you never plan to look at my blog ever again.  Make me "feel" popular!  Twenty FIVE!  That is just so awesome.  Thank you!

Now let's see how long it takes to hit fifty!

In true fragment form... I just burned the roof of my mouth with yummy hot pizza.  I am a total whore when it comes to pizza.  I'm not picky about the style, just the toppings (bacon and black olive are my favs).  This one was a fundraiser pizza that I bought a couple of months ago, finally rescuing it from my freezer.  It is St. Louis style pizza which my mother describes as cardboard with cheese, but honestly cardboard is much thicker.  If you get REAL St. Louis style pizza it's cut into squares and the cheese sticks to your teeth.  Totally fucked up but awesome. 

Check out this shit:

Click on it to make it bigger.  Doesn't that just crack you up?  I just ate half of it - eh, so so.  Clearly not Hershey, but it's chocolate.  I'm also a chocolate whore.

AND STILL NO FUCKING SNOW!  GAH!  My friend Mendy reports having snow on the ground, but she lives an easy 60 or so miles north of here.  Dammit.  And she hates snow.  Truly not a happy camper and really does not enjoy hearing me bitch and whine about the lack of snow when she's cursed with it.


UPDATE:  1:32pm  SNOW!    SQUEEEEEEEE......  Happy Me!!!!!!  (my coworkers are ready to strangle me)

Friday Fragments - Feb 5, 2010

Mommy's Idea

Click the link above to find all of the other fun people recounting the bits and pieces of their week.

I, however, slacked and didn't record any bits and pieces for the week so I'm stranded, leaving you with an incoherent babbling mess.

Clearly I did not dance eloquently enough for the snow dance and am being punished with rain instead.  For those of you receiving fourteen feet of white fluffy stuff, do not bitch and whine.  Just know you received MY snow and I would gladly take it off your hands.  Feel free to pack it up and send it my way.  Before you do, take lots of pictures.  Repackaged snow just never looks the same.  I am tremendously amused by the concept of a "snow drunk" presented by Bye Bye Pie.  One of these days we will receive enough snow to construct a snow thing of some form... *sigh*

This is the second week my son got to play goalie at his hockey practice.  The poor child is just the gangliest thing ever.  At least this week he didn't look like a scarecrow assuming the police-pat-down position every time the puck came his direction.  He tucked it in this time and even managed to block a few pucks.  No he isn't going to be our back up goalie (Dear God PLEASE no, for the team's sake), but the regular kid has been suffering a lingering cold and it's a good chance for the other players to appreciate what it's like to have to stand still with pucks and huge kids running straight for you, with a mask muffling your hearing.

As the technology goddess at work and the only person who has any idea how to do our former office manager's job (as in sat in her chair once and was known for speaking directly to her on several occasions) I was given the lovely task to figure out our phone system, in particular, how to reset the automated greetings.  Yes, that is plural.  In all, I had three different messages that had to be changed.  So until we get a new person to fill that position, *I* will be the voice greeting all incoming calls.  It would be kind of cool except my phone messages have a Darth Vader/mouth breather essence to them.  Hopefully they will be replaced in the very near future.  On the upside, I muddled through the asinine directions from the manual and condensed them down to one page with copies given to multiple people so if I fall off the face of the planet somebody else can change the message without staring a stupid book for two hours.  I detest directions written by programmers.


OH HOLY CRAP!  I just saw this on TV - tomorrow is NATIONAL EAT ICE CREAM FOR BREAKFAST DAY!  Please stock up accordingly and celebrate properly.

Thursday, February 04, 2010

Are You There God? It's Me, Dazed and Confuddled (Another TMI post)

Girls, you know what I'm talking about, right?  Mother Nature?  That "time"?  Wouldn't it seem that at 43, I would have a basic grasp on my body's activities?  And yet, I walk into the bathroom and SURPRISE!  I've been blessed with a visit I anticipated to arrive sometime next week.

It's no wonder men find women so mystifying.  We're always changing.  If we don't know when or how to expect our hormones to hit us how can they be expected to keep up?  Guys are straightforward and never changing, besides a classy touch of gray.  If Steve was an asshole at twelve, chances are he's still an asshole at fifty-two and is an asshole just about every day of the year.  Cathy, on the other hand, can be a raging bitch all through high school, come to some sort of epiphany in college and start being the nicest most generous person you ever met... well except three days before her period which may or may not be this week.

The Husband swears I bring this on intentionally, ruining a full weekend of being at home with no kid.  Yeah right.  Not like I would want it at work or on a busy weekend or... well... anytime for that matter.  No I do NOT will it to happen.  My baby production years are over and thus my need for monthly anything can gladly go bye-bye.  The doctor who made sure I can't have babies would gladly give me a full-on hysterectomy if she ever found out I got pregnant again - she did not enjoy the hell I put her through with my high risk pregnancies.  I know better than to wish for any of the reasons to yank out body parts, so I won't.  No tempting fate here.

But still, wouldn't it be nice if on the morning of, there would be a little bell ringing warning of the impending doom headed your way?  I don't even need exact times, just a little heads up that today is the day that I need to trot to the bathroom with my purse securely tucked under my arm.  I bet the guys didn't know that the original purpose of purses was solely to transport monthly supplies and lipstick?  Not wrenches and flickering lugnuts won at the car show?  Seriously.  Purses are God's way to ensure women can sneak into the bathroom without announcing "HEY, I'VE GOT TO CHANGE EQUIPMENT... AGAIN"

Shit bring back the cramps!  I can't believe I'm even asking for that.  But at least I knew, well sort of.  I would bitch and moan about not feeling good and how my back hurt and then it would strike me, hey dummy those are cramps, get ready.  That's right, I would have cramps and not even know it.  EVERY DAMN MONTH.  A couple of years ago they disappeared.  YIPPY!  But then I also lost any sort of sign that you-know-what was about to happen.

When I talked to my doctor about the change in symptoms, she smiled sweetly and told me that I was experiencing "peri-menopause."  I'm so pissed I won't even bother looking it up.  I presume it means that lovely time when my body is trying to switch gears into full blown menopause, but not yet, we're still having fun with the bathroom surprises.  And all of you who have lived through the menopause years - I don't want to hear it.  The hot flashes and the cold flashes and the continued surprises and mood swings.  I just cannot wait.  Usually I want all of the details so I can enter the new phase in my life fully equipped, but I really and truly do not want to know.  I think I've had information overload and really need to cope with the issue at hand and as far as I can tell there is no coping, just whining.  And SURPRISE.

I used to like surprises.  This is really fucking up my entire sense of self.

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

It's Cujo's Fault That I Can't Drive A Stick

I am an awesome driver.  I can even teach you how to parallel park, but I cannot drive a stick.

My best bud, Booty, and I drove to northern Missouri to visit some friends.  We went in her car as mine was unreliable, but that meant I couldn't share in the driving duties for the four hour trip because I don't know how to drive her car.

It was decided that over the weekend I should finally learn how to drive a stick.  It was shameful that I had gone so long without being taught!

Booty took the passenger seat and I hopped into the driver seat.    Friend hubby, Shane, got into his own car and led us around town since he knew all of the best places with hills and no traffic.  I was doing good coordinating three pedals with two feet.  I've always driven with one foot for gas and brakes so it was just a matter of getting used to using my left foot for anything besides keeping the floor mat in place.

Like I said, I was doing good.  I was getting into a groove and Booty was reassuring me how easy this all was.  And then, Shane decided to amp it up and took us to a steeper hill.  As we drove down the hill Booty coached me through the pedals and the shifting the gears... whew... we made it to the bottom...

And then Shane turned around and went back up the hill.

And I followed.

But I couldn't quite get up the hill and rolled backwards.

TOWARDS A DAMN LAKE!

BRAKE BRAKE BRAKE BRAKE BRAKE!!!!

Pant pant pant.  Roll forward, but before I could get any speed up the hill, Cujo came running toward the car, foam and slobber oozing out of his mouth.  A rope halted the killer dog before he reached the car, but barely.  Booty was screaming bloody murder as she frantically rolled up the window.  I swear there were paw marks on the passenger door.

Roll back toward the lake.  More screaming.  BRAKE BRAKE BRAKE BRAKE - OHMIGAWD WE'RE GUNNA DIE!

Gas it up, start up the hill, the car gasps, Cujo pulls on the rope a little harder, growling, barking, us screaming, car rolls backwards.  AUGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

I manage to find a little more ground to backup the car, to get a little more momentum.  Up the hill... not quite to the top, but further than before...  roll backwards... Cujo snarling, rope pulling a little more, lake getting closer.

If only we could swap seats.  We talked about it, discussed climbing over each other so Booty could drive her precious little car out of this hellish and not so funny end of our lives.

One more time.  A little more ground eeked from Cujo's yard, just a little closer to our watery death.  With white knuckles gripping the steering wheel and Booty manning the gear shift we started up the hill yet again.  Cujo pawing and snarling for a little taste of our blood, a lake looming in the rearview mirror, a small car lurched up the hill, slowly creeping to the top, not stopping to check for cross traffic.  We agreed getting side swiped by a tractor was a better end than anything at the bottom of that damn hill.

And we did it.  I pulled over and Booty and I flew out of the car to finally swap seats.  Shane drove off, laughing maniacally.  Bastard.

I'm too traumatized to drive a stick.

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

Baby Blocks Quilt

As I posted before, I started quilting when I was pregnant with my daughter.  My first quilt went to a neighbor.  Little did I know that it wasn't my ADD, but just being a regular quilter, when I was already looking toward my next quilt and the one after that.  Maybe quilters have ADD???  It's a common joke in the quilting world about having oodles of unfinished projects.

But anyway, the next quilt on the horizon was baby blocks.  This is an aggressive project for a novice quilter as I quickly discovered.  I managed to cut only a few blocks using the some of the same fabric as my daughter's Easter dress.  I got as far as assembling my blocks into a circle and stopped.  It was as big as a doily and I couldn't envision taking it any further.  A few years... yes YEARS... later I found a pink and a blue sheet that would be PERFECT backgrounds to that block.  I pinned it together and eventually mastered applique.  I have always liked this quilt top.  It hung in my sewing rooms... yes ROOMS, ie multiple houses... before I attempted finishing it. 

I was given a quilting hoop so Baby Blocks found its way to the hoop in hopes of hand quilting.  Yeah, that sucked.  I have never been taught how to properly hand quilt so I struggled with this project quit a bit.  Eventually, I returned it to the sewing machine for a rather crappy quilting, but it was finally FINISHED.

My daughter received it for her TWELFTH BIRTHDAY.

Her next quilt is lingering in similar fashion - top assembled, waiting for the perfect border and final quilting.  Her twenty-fourth birthday is only two years away and it's very likely that's when I will have it finished. 

For her sake I hope she isn't on a twelve year plan for receiving quilts from mom!

Monday, February 01, 2010

Ice Storm 2006

In December 2006 St. Louis had a rather nasty ice storm that knocked my power out for two days.  Since the kids were with their dad I took my camera to a local park and started snapping pictures.  I was quite surprised at how well they turned out.
 
 

After the park I stopped by an old church.