Tonight, I glazed. Tomorrow, I’ve got 10 pieces to do plus 2 to finish. Then I can load the kiln, and Friday night, I’m gonna do my glaze firing. Can’t wait to see what everything looks like. I’m especially looking forward to the pieces glazed with the bronze - the sample in the store was really impressive.
And for those of you who are coming to Leonardtown for the Fall Follies on Sept 9, I’ll be in space 21. Mention the MMP and get a discount! Between now and then, we need to figure out how to put together the canopy that I borrowed from my mom. Plus I need to figure out how I’m going to display my stuff. And how to price my stuff. It would be so much easier if people just came to my booth and threw money at me. What are the chances??
Anyway, if I don’t sell much, I know what everyone is getting for Christmas this year!
well, not quite yet, ms rose, although I am thinking about joining the craft guild. In exchange for monthly dues and 2 days of labor a month, you get to sell your stuff in their store. I’m going to look into it after this show. If I get a good enough reaction.
A teacher is explaining biology to her 4th grade students. “Human
beings are the only animals that stutter”, she says.
A little girl raises her hand. “I had a kitty-cat who stuttered”, she
volunteered. The teacher, knowing how precious some of these stories
could become, asked the girl to describe the incident.
“Well”, she began, "I was in the back yard with my kitty and the
Rottweiler who lives next door got a running start and before we knew
it, he jumped over the fence into our yard!
“That must’ve been scary,” said the teacher.
“It sure was”, said the little girl. “My kitty went ‘Fffff, Fffff,
Fffff’… and before he could say “Fuck,” the Rottweiler ate him!”
anyrose, you are my new hero! I showed her your post, and she left her perch for the desk. I am seriously impressed - I can speak a bit of cat, but have never learned to type it.
VB, you are so going to hell for that one. I can’t wait to tell it to my vet/ex-boss.
FCM, I’m thinking about buying a table at a local craft show for my polymer clay jewelry. Any tips for a craft-show newbie?
Mr. SCL walked by a tray of just-out-of-the-oven faux agate slices and told me they were the prettiest things he’d seen yet. And I haven’t even glazed them yet!
I’m just lucky I got the dialect right - there are so many, you know. And then, there’s my New York accent to contend with. But I find a well toned “m’iaou” goes a long way
On a slightly more realistic note - I once drove my cousin’s cat crazy by speaking ‘cat’ from behind a magazine - Nutty Buddy (as his kitty is called) went nuts trying to find the other cat that got intot he apartment
If you find cheap gas it’s because I just tanked up. It never fails. As soon as I tank up my wheels, the price of petrol goes down. Sometimes before I even get out of the gas station lot. It’s my super power.
What I really want to do is buy, like, half a gallon a day and just see how far down I can drive the price of a gallon of regular. It would be sorta like science, the experiment.
In other news: the boys start back to school tomorrow. So tonight we all went out for dessert at the local ice cream stand. It was such a good idea EVERYONE ELSE IN THE TOWNSHIP copied us. Stupid copy-cats. But the ice cream was good, so there’s that.
Ok, there a couple of things you should never do to your hair when angry. One is cut it, the other is dye it. Guess which one I did tonight? Yeah, my hair is now “OMG, did I really want it to be **that ** light?” blonde. It’s drying now, and I am afraid, very afraid. Oh, and I missed, no, not a spot, a side. So I have very attractive roots showing on the right hand side and it’s not even dry yet. And I missed the very, very tippy top of my bangs, right along the forehead. Wee! I’m afraid going to have to go to the salon next door tomorrow and plead with them to fix it. I think the only thing that will fix it is a very short cut. And I was growing it out, too. Maybe it won’t look so bad dry? <snerk> Not bloody likely. This is almost as good as the time I dyed my hair burgundy and ended up with tiger stripes. Those almost looked intentional, except that one was crooked. But that was temporary dye. I **bleached ** it this time. Did I mention that it’s a very brassy blonde? I always forget that I have a significant amount of red with the blonde. Sigh. You can laugh at me now, or share hair horror stories if you want.
One more thing (there’s a reason a former boss called me Columbo), tonight I discovered that cats can, in fact, projectile vomit. My kitchen floor slopes down hill quite a bit, too. Luckily, I caught it before it had a chance to run into the floor furnace. ::shudder:: Can you imagine the smell?
[sub]I do remember the last time skinny jeans were in, too. I just feel old next to teenagers.[/sub] Ellen, you should wear the gauchos, platforms, leggings, and a teeny-tiny vest with big horizontal stripes. All together. It’s fashionable. I hate skinny jeans. I’m sure in five years I’ll be wearing them, but they’re so ugly.
I’m having a hungry day. It’s been a day of lots of little snacks. I’m having a cheddar, ham, and roasted pepper melt on homemade rye. It’s very tasty.
Thanks everyone for complimenting my daughter, she is a fun kid; she really gave me a run for my money when she was a teenager, but she is maturing nicely. Know what’s funny li-li? Her name is Naomi Anne! #1 is Jessica Arielle (born long before Disney’s The Little Mermaid and I did femininize it a bit. She would have been a Jennifer, but the woman in the next bed over had her baby first, and she named hers Jennifer, so I went with Jessica. #3 is Deirdre Marguerite, and The Son is Moses Paul, just like his daddy and his grand daddy. They are all gorgeous, the one thing I did well was have gorgeous babies. We had thought about having two more (I know, but it’s something of a rule in the village to pump out a lot of babies, last count my husband has 5 full siblings, and another 11 half siblings) but I decided that 4 kids were enough for me! If we had another couple, I had Chloe Justine and Noah Timothy picked out.
SCL I would love to see what you are doing with your clay. Mine is all still packed, but I need to get it hauled out so I can begin working on Christmas presents. I have the stuff to make angels, I just need to get started before the snow begins to fly! A few years ago I made my mom a doll inspired by the poem When I am an old woman I shall wear purple… and was surprised at how much she likes it, she even put it in her hutch with her collectible dolls! (my mom loves me!)
Ugh, I began this yesterday, but then the giants began bowling in my brains again. This is a very inconvinient week to be sick, #3’s birthday is tomorrow…how can she be turning 15? :eek:
Well, back to the bed and the heating pad for my back, I already took the ibuprophen and muscle relaxer. Dinner is gonna be late tonight as I napped late, but it smells good. #3 is cooking with my directions, deer roast, rice and gravy, and whatever vegetable she pulls from the freezer. And I have had a container of Ben and Jerry’s Turtle Soup in the freezer for almost a week, I may need it tonight. Strictly for medicinal purposes!
Makes a note to send some of the white ones to Drae next time there’s a Candy Exchange.
What does Mariko mean, if you know it, Lissla? Mariko Clare sounds better to my ears than Clare Mariko.
I used to hate my name as a kid - the english version is Mary-Lou, the word-by-word-translation Mary-Light, I still run into morons who think that “Mary-Lightbulb” is funny (you’re 50, please grow up, that joke was old when I was 3yo). Then I went on vacation to a beautiful town, Cuenca, where that version of Our Lady is the patron saint and that name is ridiculously common. I spent a lot of my vacation time playing with the daughter and niece of the hotel’s cook - and all three of us had the same age and name! I found out it means “Lightbringer”, which is not something I’d call my kid but it’s cool as a meaning, you know?
Boring week at work, why do you ask? Most of the “end users” are on vacation. I have 6 projects at points where I need user input to go on; most of my coworkers are in a similar situation. One of the Finance guys was asking someone from HR if bringing a Gameboy to work would look real bad or anything Apparently it would, pity.
Yay for TatersMom doing well with the surgery! Kai hope you feel better soon. Jah hope the hair thing gets better. Rue of course the whole township was there. I mean, they heard you were goin’ for ice cream and they just had to get in on the jakeiness of it all.
Since Spats is taking a vacation from the puns this week, I offer the following, cause, I know Sean is just jonesin’ for some puns.
A vulture boards an airplane, carrying two dead raccoons. The flight attendant looks at him and says, “I’m sorry, sir, only one carrion allowed per passenger.”
Two fish swim into a concrete wall. The one turns to the other and says, “Dam!”
Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the craft. Unsurprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can’t have your kayak and heat it too.
Two hydrogen atoms meet. One says “I’ve lost my electron.” The other says “Are you sure?” The first replies “Yes, I’m positive.”
Did you hear about the Buddhist who refused Novocain during a root canal? His goal: transcend dental medication.
A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse. “But why?” they asked, as they moved off. “Because,” he said, " I can’t stand chess-nuts boasting in an open foyer."
A woman has twins and gives them up for adoption. One of them goes to a family in Egypt and is named “Ahmal.” The other goes to a family in Spain; they name him “Juan.” Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal. Her husband responds, “They’re twins! If you’ve seen Juan, you’ve seen Ahmal.”
These friars were behind on their belfry payments, so they opened up a small florist shop to raise funds. Since everyone liked to buy flowers from the men of God, a rival florist across town thought the competition was unfair. He asked the good fathers to close down, but they would not. He went back and begged the friars to close. They ignored him. So, the rival florist hired Hugh MacTaggart, the roughest and most vicious thug in town to “persuade” them to close. Hugh beat up the friars and trashed their store, saying he’d be back if they didn’t close up shop. Terrified, they did so, — thereby proving that only Hugh can prevent florist friars.
Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him (Oh, man, this is so bad, it’s good)… A super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
And finally, there was the person who sent ten different puns to friends, with the hope that at least one of the puns would make them laugh. No pun in ten did.
Between now and then, we need to figure out how to put together the canopy that I borrowed from my mom. Plus I need to figure out how I’m going to display my stuff. And how to price my stuff. It would be so much easier if people just came to my booth and threw money at me. What are the chances??
We had thought about having two more (I know, but it’s something of a rule in the village to pump out a lot of babies, last count my husband has 5 full siblings, and another 11 half siblings) but I decided that 4 kids were enough for me! If we had another couple, I had Chloe Justine and Noah Timothy picked out.
