My trio is no different, this is them the majority of the time. The only exception is when you ask the dog to get her toy, then she picks a cat to chase around the house.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Yes I named him, don't be dumb
I have a lot running through my head but not enough time to put it all into words, so instead lets enjoy a shorter story.
My animals have a heart, and sixth sense, for the pregnant. This usually plays out with pregnant cats, which is how we managed to get our Tuna George (later shortened to just "Tuna" since we found out he was a girl). Well recently Tuna and Peaches (my pup) wanted to spend an unusual amount of time outdoors...I immediately knew they had made friends, but what whom, or what, i was unsure.
One day I put the dog out and upon going to retrieve her I saw a black and white haired, something... upon closer inspection I found a very pregnant opossum hoping for an invitation indoors. She just stuck her little nose up against the window...and waited. I screamed and yelled, hooted and hollered, and unfazed she slowly moved her attention elsewhere.
We found out the next day that she has a boyfriend, and that they are very content living in our back yard. I am not. After a trip to the humane society, a trap was set. So far we've caught the male....our pregnant girlie has gone MIA. This is not amusing....

My animals have a heart, and sixth sense, for the pregnant. This usually plays out with pregnant cats, which is how we managed to get our Tuna George (later shortened to just "Tuna" since we found out he was a girl). Well recently Tuna and Peaches (my pup) wanted to spend an unusual amount of time outdoors...I immediately knew they had made friends, but what whom, or what, i was unsure.
One day I put the dog out and upon going to retrieve her I saw a black and white haired, something... upon closer inspection I found a very pregnant opossum hoping for an invitation indoors. She just stuck her little nose up against the window...and waited. I screamed and yelled, hooted and hollered, and unfazed she slowly moved her attention elsewhere.
We found out the next day that she has a boyfriend, and that they are very content living in our back yard. I am not. After a trip to the humane society, a trap was set. So far we've caught the male....our pregnant girlie has gone MIA. This is not amusing....

Friday, April 9, 2010
An observation
I love listening to interviews with authors. Over the years I have found a common trend: characters are not created, they just are. Much like a casting director picking the leads for the latest flick, there may be age, weight, and race requirements for a given role, however the personality of the individual is not dictated. The author can pick the characters, lay out the setting and the situation, and then they remove their hands from the keyboard and let their characters react. They allow their characters have free will over the story they're writing and instead of writing about what will happen, they write about what did happen. This is important. After an author is asked about a character they often respond, "She led me" or "He surprised me when he." When that happens you can see the author completely removes themself from the actual actions of the character. I believe at times the author had hoped for things to unfold a specific way but despite the wrong turns and missteps they don't give up on their characters. The author reacts to the characters choices and nudges them down a different path, ultimately leaving the outcome and ending up to those characters.
Monday, March 29, 2010
just a little bit closer
Things have been busier than normal and much busier than I would like. In my head creating these purses was going to take no time at all, in reality it's been a slow process. I often realize I am short of something I need and have to go to the store before I can proceed any further. I have created one purse (technically two but the first is not fit for a home) and have decided I am going to have to work on 5 purses at once and complete all purses one step at a time, opposed to working on one purse start to finish before going to the next. If I do things this way I can have 6 completed purses within two weeks, which I am content with.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Let me paint a picture of how this is unfolding
I said "I don't own a sewing machine" and a friend I haven't talked to in years offered to let me borrow hers.
I said "I don't have enough burlap sacks" and a local coffee shop contacted me willing to sell their bags for next to nothing.
I said "I can't afford another yard of trim" and my mom graciously gave me enough to make 3 bags.
I said "I'll never have time" and Sunday at noon my mom left, I had finished all of the cleaning the day before and didn't have anything else on my to-do list.
Before I could wonder if there would be any interest I already had an order list.
I'd argue that this is more than a gentle nudge, a path has been made. I'm excited to see what happens next.
I said "I don't have enough burlap sacks" and a local coffee shop contacted me willing to sell their bags for next to nothing.
I said "I can't afford another yard of trim" and my mom graciously gave me enough to make 3 bags.
I said "I'll never have time" and Sunday at noon my mom left, I had finished all of the cleaning the day before and didn't have anything else on my to-do list.
Before I could wonder if there would be any interest I already had an order list.
I'd argue that this is more than a gentle nudge, a path has been made. I'm excited to see what happens next.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Success!
I bought a lot of previously used burlap coffee bean bags with the goal of making purses. This weekend I finally had the time (and resources-thanks mom!) to make this aspiration an accomplishment.

I hope my taste transcends to shoppers and I can produce other bags as a fundraiser that has been weighing heavily on my heart. To be continued...

I hope my taste transcends to shoppers and I can produce other bags as a fundraiser that has been weighing heavily on my heart. To be continued...
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