Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Woah! Winter Wilndess


Yesterday, the kids and I went out to let the snowflakes fall on our faces and just get out for a bit. It was encouraging until I stepped into my yard. Every year we re-seed this exact patch of ground and every year, the grass just disappears. Anyone else ever have this problem?























Just like last summer (which wasn't really a summer, that was our fall), this winter has been pretty wild. It was mild with no snow for a while and then WHAM! We're hit with a blizzard (right in between Christmas and New Year's on our eight hour drive). Thank you nature. ;)

Now, when we're ready for some cross country skiing, just as we're getting out our skis and boots and the excitement is building ... the snow melts. Well, not entirely. It's sort of in the gross, half-melted brown stage with the crusty top.

Well, I certainly haven't been away from the Creative Path because of weather. Just as the holidays brings on travel, shopping, to-do lists, etc. I think that January is a little of the same: cleaning, organizing, starting a new year. I have been creating, I just haven't been posting.

I did get some wonderful books that I'll share with you soon. One of them has inspired me to start a rag rug project. I'm positive I won't have a finished pic for you anytime soon, but I'll definitely be updating you on the project and will let you know how easy or hard it turned out to me (my guess is easy, just time consuming).

Staying on the path!

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Fooling Around


As the dog days heat up and September looms ahead (well, at least for those of you educators and parents of school-aged kids), we are just fooling around at our house. Some work gets done, for sure, but we are all enjoying the weather and gearing up for a fabulous week in northern Michigan on Lake Huron. Yippee!

The kids and I have been playing our alphabet game and it varies from day to day. We shout out letter and see who can find them first. Or we hop through the whole alphabet. Or we only find the yellow letters, blue letters, etc. So fun! Next time it rains, we'll try out numbers. For the littlest one, we are just working on color recognition.

I hope you all are busy being creative out there. I am still sketching and just now started swatching for some very thick wool socks. (Yes, these are for you, honey.)

Stay on the path!

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Still Creating ... Just Not Blogging


Summertime! I promise I am still creating, I've just really slacked in the blogging department. I'm glad to see a lot of other bloggers out there are enjoying summertime as well.

I am still knitting...


...still baking...

...and still sewing.

And YES! I am still sketching. I have some more sketches to load onto this site. Stay tuned!

And stay on that path...

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Did She Say Yes?


I saw this question posted on a sign to an abandoned cinema lot during my errands this morning. How romantic that some boy climbed up on this abandoned sign to post a message to to the object of his affection. I hope she said, "yes."

Friday, July 18, 2008

I'm Back!


Honestly, was I going to go a whole month without a blog post? I was very worried for a little while that might just happen. So, unfortunately summer is my absolute busiest time for work and even though I still tried to do some crafting for sanity, I really didn't get much done around here other than work. AND I mean WORK! Wow. What a whirlwind. I worked all day and started up again in the evening. A couple of times I actually had to work until 5 or 6 in the morning! Seriously. Ugh.

Well, enough of that. I can't cry about it because I got paid and anyway, I feel much better now that I have a few big projects all packed up and sent away. Yea! So I'm back in blog-land and feeling good. Shall we start?

Ava, my dear, sweet girl with the screech that could rival the tornado siren here in town, turned one on July 12th. It was so much fun and we all had a good time. As always, the baby dolls are invited to the party.


Here is the birthday girl with her proud mama:


Things are finally starting to bloom and flourish around here. June was such a weird month with hardly any sun, cooler days and lots of rain. Which is good, but when it's not followed by some hot sun, the plants go into hibernation. My veggies in pots are doing that now.





And yes, I have been knitting! Alas, it turns out that Debbie and I can no longer see each other. Remember the ill-fated toddler hoodie? Well, that was from this book by Debbie Bliss. I remember being so excited when I swiped it from the Barnes and Noble shelf, lapping up all of the beautiful pictures and planning my knitting for the next two years. Ah, no more.

I really wanted it to work out. Debbie and I seemed like we would get along so well! Remember this dress I was working on? Well, it turns out that when I finally got to the part where you normally just knit the armholes and finish off the straps the pattern directions really got all wonky. Deb had to be difficult. Even the OWNER of my lys couldn't figure the pattern out for me. Sadly, we have to break up. It's time. I found a new pattern for a cute girl's tank top. And this is what is happening to that stupid dress back:



And finally, FINALLY, today I got to do some baking. My sweet hubby is grilling some great burgers tomorrow so I made up some loaves of french bread (my first try) for the sandwiches. Yum! Apparently, I need to use a sharper blade for the slits - oh well.


I also bought these lovelies at the farmer's market. Aren't they pretty?




So often I will buy something at the FM just because it is so pretty and then I'll figure out what to do with it later. I found a fabulous recipe for Red Currant Pie. So good!





I am also trying to finish a quilt as a gift for someone who loves blue. It's almost halfway there...



I ALSO joined the Sassy Apron Swap for fall. I'm very excited - this will be my first swap! I love aprons and the thought of having someone make me one is so exciting. I can only hope that mine will be as good as theirs. Sign up is still open until July 25th so hurry up and get on the list! Maybe you and I will be swap partners?

I ALSO also (tired of the "alsos" yet?) finished off another bean bag for my shop. See my sidebar for details. Whew!

I'm back on the path!

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Tag, Part Deux


Wow! I'm really feelin' the love here in blog-land. Another good bloggy friend of mine, Em, has tagged me too! Although, this tag limits me to a six word sentence (Editing! I can't take it!). Aren't you so glad? No more sagas of random and seemingly unimportant stories of me.

Well now down to business. I'm back to the rest of this meme. The theme? It is my 7 strangest life experiences. Mind you, as soon as I've finished this meme, I will have thought of probably 7 even WEIRDER experiences than these. So, I'll sock those away for later. Now, on to numbers 4 -7.

Life Experience #4: Everyone has mentioned to me that I should include my house-alarm experience and after sleeping on it, I agree. So, here it is.

When I was a senior in college, I auditioned and made the cast for Tommy (the Rock Opera). A local theater company in Birmingham (Alabama) was putting this great show on and I was very excited to participate in a "real" play rather than one through a school or acting class.


Through participating in this play, I made some very good and interesting friends. One of them was a 30-year-old woman who was a grant writer for a local children's theater company. She couldn't have been any cooler. She lived in a slightly shady part of town in a beautiful old house built in the 1920s. In this house were gorgeous antiques that she bought from around the US and the world on her many travels. I was in awe of her and her house and her basic coolness and the fact that she would want to hang out with me.

One weekend, she asked me to check in on her house and feed her cat, I think, while she was gone with another acting troupe. All I had to do was master the complicated security system. Of course, this probably wasn't all that complicated to her or the rest of the world in general but it might as well have been quantum physics to me.

Don't get me wrong, I am a pretty bright girl. But all that was chucked out the window when I found out that if I didn't disarm the alarm in exactly 60 seconds - going through a ritual of opening the door, closing it, entering a code and then pressing the green key and getting the all clear tone - the police were going to be notified and she would be slapped with a hefty fine.

I tried to back out, but over the course of the afternoon (I was there to have lunch with her and hang out), she convinced me that it would be no big deal, that I could master it easily enough and I could even bring over a friend to hang out that weekend if I wanted to. We practiced this over and over until I felt comfortable and parted ways.

The weekend came and it was getting time for me to come on over and check on things and feed the kitty (somehow I can't remember if there was a cat or not, but I'm going with it). So, I called up my good friend, Nik, and we headed over there for an evening of fun and girl stuff.


We got into the house and I ran like mad to the key pad and entered the code and got the all clear. Everything seemed okay and I showed Nikki around and we ooh-ed and ahh-ed over all the cool stuff. Then we decided to head out to Five Points to get something to eat. So, Nikki stood outside (I had her significantly scared of the alarm too) while I entered in the code and hit the RED button and walked out.

A lovely evening passed uneventfully and we headed back to the house only to find a note from the COPS that they had been by and that the alarm had been set off. They were one call away from slapping my friend with her hefty fine.

We went inside and I ran to the keypad and entered the code but nothing was working! I didn't get the little reassuring beep and after 60 seconds, the phone rang. It took a while to convince the security company that I wasn't an intruder and that I just had a hard time trying to disarm the alarm. I gave them her code and they confirmed but said that a cop was already dispatched to the house and could I please stay and talk with that person?

So, by this time Nikki and I were freaking out a little bit and the freak out level was slightly heightened when the cop finally arrived (while we were already in our jammies) and asked us questions about the alarm and why we were there.


I went through my spiel again and the cop left AND MY FRIEND WAS GETTING SLAPPED WITH A HEFTY FINE. One more false alarm and she was going to get her service terminated. So, with a heavy heart and feeling extremely immature and childish, I called her wherever she was - in California or New York or something like that - and spilled. She was so gracious about it and remarked that she appreciated that I called her and was so nice about it.

About that time, Nikki slid into the door frame with her coat over her jammies saying, "Let's get outta here!" I agreed. We hastily packed up and I faced the keypad for yet another time. Nikki stood out on the front stoop with the door open telling me to hurry over and over. Wouldn't you know it but I couldn't get that alarm to set! So, we made sure everything was locked up and ran like crazy to our car as if something was biting at our heels.

I never saw my friend again, or her house, and mailed back her keys. I think we emailed each other for a while, but the alarm pretty much destroyed whatever friendship might have developed.

After having further experiences with home alarm systems, I found out that the alarm wouldn't set that night we were trying to leave because the door was left open so Nikki could dance on the front stoop, urging me onward and waiting for me to run out. Oh well!

Life Experience #5:That last story brings me to my fifth experience and that was my crowning achievement in my theater life. I got to dance on top of a pinball machine in The Who's Tommy. It was cool.


Life Experience #6:I once pierced a girl's ear with my bare hands and an earring post with a pointy end. I KNOW! I was grossed out too. In high school I was a member of the dance team/colorguard and we spent a lot of time traveling to competitions. Needless to say, some of the girls on the team were a little rowdy. Me? No, I was the good girl on this team believe it or not. Anyway, we were at yet another competition and staying in a hotel with only a few chaperones. I was in a room with three other girls and NO chaperones.

One night my friend, Jamie, decided that she wanted two earrings in her right ear and somehow persuaded me to take a sharp earring post and drive it into her ear. She held an ice cube to it for about fifteen minutes and then held onto hear teddy bear and let me go for it. I counted to three, swallowed the throw up that was threating to come spouting out and pushed as hard as I could.


It didn't go through! Only 3/4 of the way. I KNOW. We both squealed and Jamie jumped up and down with her bear and I did a hopping dance in a circle, shaking my hands and saying, "Ew - I'm sorry!" over and over. But Jamie was determined to have the earring. I guess her parents wouldn't let her have another one. Well, I tried to back out but in the end, Jamie had her third earring and I had a reason to stay up all night reliving the icky feeling of driving a small, blunt object into someone else's flesh.

I KNOW.

Life Experience #7: I once had a dare from a good friend to sign up on a match service online. I was 25, bored and up for a challenge. My friend was also 25, bored and ready for a man. She said that the first one to get a man wins. I am not sure, looking back, exactly what this meant because getting a man could have so many connotations. Does it mean meeting the man? Dating the man? Pulling a bag over the man's head and smuggling him over the state line? Well, anyway, that was the challenge so I signed up.

I immediately got a lot of flack from friends and family saying what I was doing was crazy and I would only meet creepy old men or psychopaths or child molesters. Keep in mind that this was before Match.com or eHarmony.com or anything like that was popular. I believe the website I joined was run by a single man out of his basement as a hobby. Whatever that man's intentions were, he did a good job on the site.

I got a few emails from some crazy guys. One was a man in his mid-forties (no offense to those of you in that age-bracket) with three children. I think his youngest was 12.

One man was from Chicago and liked to take pictures of himself with his webcam. Unfortunately the camera was at an angle where you were really looking up at his face so I only really got to get intimately acquainted with his nose hairs.

One guy seemed promising and we chatted for a while but I soon found out that he was crazy. After about five emails or so, I cheerfully recommended foregoing the self-help books and seeing a therapist and blocked him.

Just when I thought I was going to lose the bet and my friend was going to win, I got an email. It was just a line or two asking me if I was interested in chatting and to please check out his profile in the meantime.

That person was my husband. My sweet, awesome, best friend, great father of a husband. So, I met my husband online. On a dare. I wasn't really looking, but he found me. And I'm glad he did.

Stay on the path!

Sunday, April 20, 2008

I've Been Tagged!


So, this is my first participation in a meme (thanks Troye) and I've been asked to share seven little known facts about myself. As most of you know, doing something like this is hard! Especially when you have to dig up yet more little known facts about yourself. Sharing person that I am, most people know the quirky, little known facts. I'd rather talk about that stuff rather than the weather. Hmmm... maybe that is why I get the odd looks.

Anyway, I've decided to do a theme on this meme. This will narrow my focus and the next time I'm tagged, I'll know what to do. This meme theme will be: Jen's Seven Weirdest Lifetime Events. So, this should be easy, right?

Lifetime Event #1:
When I was little, I was a praying girl. I would pray for my dollies, my teachers, my family (usually twice), my pets, my bedroom set, our neighborhood, and generally anything else that I might have come into contact with in my small world at that age. This is probably why I wasn't always called on to pray before dinner. People were hungry. Usually at dinner prayers I would have to pray for everything, right down to the spices on the casserole, obviously.

So, being the well-meaning parents that mine were, they would often try to help guide me in this journey by trying to explain things and also introducing me to bible verses. This one in particular: "Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart." Psalms 37:4.

Well, I was certainly delighted, I prayed a lot didn't I? In my child's literal mind, this meant that I could pray for my deepest desire. Something that had been locked in my heart for a long time (probably a month) and that God would grant it! This meant that I could be...

A Thundercat!


Yes, I wanted, in my heart of hearts, to be a Thundercat. Not necessarily one of the main characters, but a new Thundercat - a JENNY Thundercat. So, I prayed for months, being as delighted as I could be, to become a Thundercat.

Thundercats were cool! I loved rainy days because that meant I could take the automatic umbrella and have it shoot into the sky while I shouted, "Thundercats! Thundercats! THUNDERCATS, HO!"


Alas, I was never made into a Tundercat. I sort of expected it, but I was still hopeful. I guess God knew that when I reached dating age, I would probably not want to be a large, cat-like humanoid with fur all over her body. It was certainly worth a try.

So, when I was little I prayed to be a Thundercat.

Lifetime Event #2:
When I was about nineteen or twenty years old, I auditioned for the Cincinnati Opera.

Yes, you read that right. The CINCINNATI OPERA. What's even funnier, I had no idea I was auditioning for them. I honestly thought I was auditioning for some sort of summer ensemble and that I would stand in the background in a peasant costume with a chicken or something, singing things like, "Oh yes, Oh yes!" or "Si, oh si" or whatever language the opera happened to be in. I imagined doing intimate, summer shows in a small pavilion, hanging out in the background and enjoying the experience with the actual opera singers took the summer off and did their thing.


Let me back up and just let you know that I grew up doing theater productions (all aspects: performing, tech, scenery, etc) and took voice lessons during college at that time. I enjoyed trying out for productions around town during the summer for something fun to do in the evenings after work. I had just started voice lessons with an instructor the year before who decided that I needed to start learning Italian, French and German arias. I also remember that she had a magnificent voice and that she spit on me when she sang. Well, how else would you have good diction? I think I got really wet when she sang German.

So, the advertisement in the newspaper said, "AUDITIONS! Summer Opera chorus. Sing two arias in the language of your choice." Weeeeeeeeeeeelllllll, whaddya know? I ONLY knew two arias. They were in Italian. What the heck?

I guess what should have tipped me off was the fact that the form I was filling out asked questions like: Please check which professional guilds you are a member of (list of said organizations). If you did not check any organizations above, would you be willing to join a guild in order to perform with the Cincinnati Opera? Please check this box if you agree. My stomach dropped.

In the next room, I heard a high note explode into life. I think I also heard dogs barking outside. Out of the practice room came the most magnificently dressed creature. She had on a designer suit in white linen, jewels were everywhere and the brightest red lips I have ever seen. I suddenly took in my surroundings and noticed that I was surrounded by divas. Excuse me, Divas. Capital "D". Men and women. All doing the roller coaster voice exercises, stretching their diaphragms and strutting around like self-absorbed peacocks.

I would have seriously just put down my clip board and walked right out but I didn't drive myself to the audition. Parking was tight downtown so I had my dad drop me off since he had some business to attend to downtown as well.

I checked the box.

During my audition, I was just placed in a rehearsal room so I wasn't as intimidated as I thought I would be. There were four people sitting behind a table with kind faces so I handed my sheet music to the accompanist, announced myself and my arias and began to sing. I only got through part of one aria when a woman at the table cut me off and began asking questions.

The audition went well enough and I expected to be on the losing end of this audition. When I went to check out the call boards later, I didn't see my name anywhere. I gave them a call so they could tell it to me straight. I didn't make it right?

"Jennifer?" the voice said at the end of the line.
"Yes? That's me. Howard is the last name."
"Oh," she said. I kept waiting for something else but the line was silent.
"Am I on the list anywhere?" I asked, doubtful.
"Well, they weren't sure what to do with you, so you are still being considered."

What? WHAT? Still being considered? I was beside myself. Maybe I still would be the happy peasant, singing in the background with a chicken in tow.

Or, maybe not. I was eventually cut.

I later found out from a friend as well as a voice major at a nearby conservatory that Senior voice majors practice their entire senior year to audition for the opera. Well, it would have been nice if the newspaper ad would have explained that! Geez.

I was considered at least.


Are you tired of reading yet?


Lifetime Event #3:
Once, very late at night, my friend, Nikki, and I were driving around Birmingham. I think it was one of our many late night runs to Moneer's or the Purple Onion. Nikki was driving and I was in the passenger's seat. Neither of us was talking at that moment and I think that we were tired and ready to get home.

Then suddenly, I had this great urge to clap my hands. I have never had this urge in my life before that or since. So I did. And Nikki, who was in the middle of driving the car, DID THE EXACT SAME THING! We both randomly clapped, just once, at the exact same time.

That event really freaked us out and got us all excited at the same time. What are the chances? Some friends draw blood to become blood brothers/sisters and be bonded for the rest of their lives. It just took a supernatural "clapping" to bond us together.

Okay, okay. So those stories were really long. I'm tired of typing now so I'll do the other four tomorrow. Give your eyes a rest.

Thanks for the tag, Troye!