happy Thanksgiving!

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything, by prayer
and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests
to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all
understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds
in Christ Jesus.
Philippians 4:6-7


Have a Happy Thanksgiving! (don't forget the giving
thanks part . . .)

random conversations.

ds#1: Can I have
the giant chalkboard out of the basement to
do math problems on?

me: Yep. Go get it, it's yours.

ds#2 Oh, that's REAL nice. All we need around here
now is a couple of pocket protectors.

ds#1: I could totally use a couple of pocket protectors!
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me: Oh my gosh,
has my nose always been this big??

dd: Pretty much.

ds#2: Yeah, mom, you've got a pretty big schnozz.

me: Well. It's a good thing I didn't realize this in
junior high. It might have made me insecure. Can
I tell people I broke it in a bar fight?

ds#2 Have you ever been in a bar fight?

me: I can neither confirm nor deny my participation
in any bar fights at this time.

ds#2: That's what I thought . . .
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caller: I have this
baseball card from 1967 signed
by Babe Ruth. Is that something you all
would be interested in buying?

me: Umm, no, no thank you.

Babe Ruth actually died in 1948--you do the math.
You won't even need a giant chalkboard!

book thongs! that's right, THONGS (sorry, Rhonda!)

So, I made these book thongs, mainly for fun,
and most of our family reads quite a bit.
(Alice In Wonderland is one of my all-time
favorites!)

You can get supplies to make your own from
"my" book thong kit at Altered Pages, UNLESS
you're like my friend Rhonda. She has a
security program on her computer, so no, ahem,
questionable images come up on her monitor.


Edgar Allan Poe may, indeed, be questionable,
but do they filter HIM? No, apparently Rhonda
isn't allowed to look at my thongs . . . ;)

business on the outside . . .

So, I finally made time to work on some
projects. This one is my favorite--it's
a magnetic playset. The guy on the front
is all business and proper and such on the
outside, but open his tin,


and it's PLAYTIME!!

Everything has a magnet on the back, so
he can change his look. All the images
are from Altered Pages.
He's actually in a kit now, *here!*


You know, I'm pretty sure this person was
a king at one time. Look, I'm not out to
start an international incident or anything . . .


everybody needs time to play.
:)

oh my gosh i have a playlist and i love it

I, like, totally love my playlist! (I'm having
a little youthful flashback, and in my brain,
I totally sound like a Valley Girl.)

And lookit at the Brady Bunch cards! Aren't
they a hoot? They were made by Topps back in
the day. These are already sold, but they sat
on my dresser for a year or two before I let
them go . . .

don't even think about it.

Don't go visit Dana. She isn't giving away (can
you even believe she'd give these babies away??)
these delicious quilts.

*sigh*
(I'm ashamed to say I'm feeling a little covetous.)

Don't even think about going to see Lola, either.
She's not giving away anything wonderful and amazing.

Nope.

Nada.

And nothing is happening with the Red Hen, either.
She does not have a lovely Etsy store. Don't be
ridiculous.

Oh my gosh, and if you love yarn and fibers,
do NOT visit Your Impact Matters.
The Sexy Sheep Etsy shop--I'll just stop there.
I'm laughing too hard at the name . . .

Here's another place to NOT go visit and
check out the Christmas blog candy:
Creative Antics.

This post just keeps getting longer and
longer. I'm not kidding, I don't even
look for these things, they just appear
out of the clear blue bloggy sky. This one
is at Bootiful Stampz, for a giveaway
every day this month.

the physics of Hot Pockets . . .

Our eldest son's physics professor confessed to the
class that he doesn't cook, and lives primarily on
Hot Pockets for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

So the son e-mailed the professor this:


(I laughed so hard, it hurt!)

And yes, it was discussed roundly in the next class . . .

the right to bear arms and my latest painting

The oldest two sons have discovered you can modify
Nerf guns to shoot farther and harder. Which kind
of negates the whole "it's only foam" thing, but
then, they are teenagers.



(See the hairy one on the left? He got up early,
went and voted, came home to eat waffles, and then
wanted to borrow my soldering gun to do who-knows-
what-else to said guns, all before scooting off
for a day at college.)

ANYWAY, here they are, preparing for the big dart gun
fight at church Friday night. Yep, at church. Hey,
a buncha teenagers shooting each other with dart guns
at church sure beats what you see them doing on the
evening news . . .



My latest painting! It's the first in a series. This
one is entitled, "The Living Room Ceiling." Next comes
"Wall #1."



And finally, my favorite jeans. Alas, I fear they are
not long for this world. There's just not a whole lot
left holding them together. Which is why you only see
the front view!! ;)