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Archives for January 2013

Jamming

Jamming

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Back in the balloon jam room.

I had big plans to blag a lot this week, but since I’m staying away from my computer mostly, I haven’t had time.

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See what I mean.

Going to Pajama Jam

Going to Pajama Jam

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And I am all cute for it.

Haven’t figured out internet yet. Don’t want to pay,  I think it’s free in the lobby.

Anyway, its time to partay!

Having too much fun to blag

See ya tomorrow!

Tying up Loose ends

Tying up Loose ends

Monster

Monster: I made this for the Boskone Art Show a couple of years ago. Yes. This is the same thing I posted yesterday. It is the last awesome balloon I’ve made. Working on making some new awesome.

Making sure everything at work will be fine while I go on Vacation.

They’ll be sad that I won’t be gracing their presence this week, but I think they’ll do fine.

Doing my blag post now because I have lots of stuff to do tonight before I leave. Like cram stuff for my podcast, my ballooning and for me into three bags. (Will be checking 2 of them).

I think I’ll relax when I’m in St. Louis.

Meet me there! 😉

Packing

Packing

Getting ready to go on another trip. Packing my stuff up early. Will be on a jet plane in a couple of days.

I’m worried about the weather. Hope it doesn’t postpone my flight. Just want to get there. Fingers crossed.

Where am I going, you might ask? Well only to the Best Balloon Twister’s convention, Twist & Shout.

I will be taking a bunch of pictures. And twisting many balloons. I also hope to lounge with a couple people.

All good stuff.

So I am packing my balloon stuff, my podcasting equipment and my clothes. It’s all good, baby. It’s all good.

We need some stinking couches!

We need some stinking couches!

Pre-couchination

Pre-couchination

I’ve been lax in my couch-making.

The title of this post comes from me thinking of the “we don’t need no stinking badges!” quote, where badges==couch. But I need some couches. So We need Stinking Couches.

I can’t believe I explained that.

Anywho, I’ve got to make about 16 couches. My goal is to get them started tonight. Started and stuffed, do the machine work tonight. I hand-sew the backs closed and the arms on.

Sewing is a good thing to do with the television on; I am watching Buffy (of course).

Guess that’s all for today. Me make couchy. Couches, GOOD! No Couches, BAD!

One Month

One Month

Edmund and Henry, Thanksgiving 2011

Edmund and Henry, Thanksgiving 2011

It’s not totally unexpected, but we got some bad news today: the hospice nurse told Edmund and his family that they expect that Henry will pass within the next month.

We were hoping for more time.

Edmund had a few days off and arranged to visit his parents this week, I’m glad he was able to go.

I haven’t talked about Henry much here because I’m in a bit of denial. And I don’t know what to say.

This really sucks.

The Pinkenation

The Pinkenation

Before Pink, there must be blonde.

Before Pink, there must be blonde.

Pinkening my hair again.

Right now my head is wrapped with saran wrap, and my hands are a suspicious pink color.

Fast forward a couple of hours and my hair is done and I am WAY overdue for going to bed (again).

I made a tactical error. Yes, I finally invested in some petroleum jelly, which was a big help in me not having pink across the front of my forehead. But I didn’t make sure I had plenty of Color Oops wipes, and now I have pink all over my hands. And on my hairline.

I don’t think I care that much.

I slathered that Vaseline all over my face. When I was done, I had pink drops of water beading all over.

The Pink – it is BLINDING!

Numb

My mouth is still numb. The temporary crown is installed. Yay! Had a tough time choosing from Idaho Falls dentists like Oxford Dental Care and others.

My mouth hurts.

Numbness wearing off.

I bit my lip whilst eating a Swedish fish on the non-crown side of my mouth.

Got to get the podcast ready tonight. Trying to decide whether I should do my hair tonight too. I think that would be too much. I’ll pinkenate my hair tomorrow night. Of course it would be better to do tonight because then I’ll be less likely to bleed pink into the hot tub and/or pool next week.

I need a new bathing suit.

Got one picked out.

I should just get it, I suppose. Waiting to hear what Edmund thinks.

My lip is tingling, kind of like pins and needles, the feeling is coming back to it.

BTW, Novocaine, or whatever the dentist used to numb my mouth, tastes terrible.

My current bathing suits are all falling apart. In pieces. Looking weird.

Crowned!

Tomorrow I’m going to get crowned! Right in the tooth! A back tooth.

I’ll be at the dentist.

It’s a bit sooner than I’d planned. I have some pain around the tooth now, and although the dentist didn’t see anything too bad, there may be a broken piece somewhere. Since we were going to do it anyway, we’re going to do it now.

I’m going on vacation next week. I’d rather take care of it now if there is an issue. Better safe than sorry.

There’s something else I’m NOT dealing with; Edmund will be on his way to see his parents tomorrow. He’ll be gone until Sunday. I’ll miss him.

And then I’m leaving for a week next Tuesday.

But first I’ll be crowned.

Yay!

Lazy Day

I’ve read. Watched Buffy. Napped.

It was a good day off.

Not much computer (except for the post where I pretended to write yesterday’s post and backdated it to last night).

I made dinner! [Heated up some sausage and put it in some pre-made Classico spaghetti sauce; cooked the pasta.]

And I am sleepy at my computer. I could rally and make myself do something productive, or I could go to sleep early/get up early.

I am leaning toward going to sleep. I’m already sleepy, after all.

Nothing to see here

Move along.

You might think that I’m publishing this on Monday but PRETENDING I’m publishing it on Sunday, all in order to preserve my Blagging-every-day status.

You might be right.

But then again, you might not care.

This is not the post you are looking for.

Move along.

Quantum of What?

Watching Quantum of Solice with the husband.

Weird.

This concludes my blag post.

Week Over, Long Live the Long Weekend!

Week Over, Long Live the Long Weekend!

My brain is a fuzz ball of wonder and delight. Glad this week is over. It had some good parts and some shitty (literally) ones.

And now I have a LONG WEEKEND. YAY!

My fuzz-ball brain is done with the week and ready to veg out on a phone game or Buffy on my Kindle Fire.

I am re-watching Buffy from start to finish.

I can quit at any time.

Tomorrow I will do laundry and hang out with my Momz and maybe clean my car (ish). We’ll see. The world, it is my oyster.

Sew, History

Sew, History

Needle MishapI learned how to use a sewing machine in the 1990’s, primarily so I could make my own clown costumes. I’ve never been a very accomplished sewer. I am aware of things like “finished seams” and the like, but frankly, that smacks of effort.

There were a few years (from 2001 until 2012) I didn’t use my machine. I carried it with me from apartment to apartment, allowing it to collect dust in the corner.

Last January I fired up the old machine back up again and made couches (for Lounging with LannaLee). Lots and lots of couches.

When I was a kid I used to hand sew things. What, I don’t know. Be because of this penchant for sewage, I would drop needles on the floor and the carpet. One morning, while I was getting ready for school I stepped on a needle and it went straight through my sneaker and into my foot. My Mom couldn’t get it out. She had to call my Dad, who was at work. He sped home, grabbed a pair of pliers, and pulled it out. He went back to work and I went to school, no worse for my ordeal.