Friday’s Freak Out & Photos: Baby Shower Invites, Merlin & Other Stuff

Hello,

I’ve been trying to get this post up for two weeks now. Instead of finishing the post I ended up taking one of our black kitties (we have two in the ten we’ve got), Merlin, to the vet. He has chronic sinus trouble and he’d been steadily getting worse for a couple of weeks. When he started to lose weight I got worried and took him to get checked.

Well, bless his heart. Not only did Merp (my nickname for him) have a sinus infection but he also had two abscessed teeth. He was put on antibiotics with a shot that lasts two weeks (thank goodness cause Merlin is not a cat who takes his meds tamely) and surgery was scheduled for last Friday. The vet did not have to surgically remove his teeth because they were loose enough to be pulled. When I called to check on him they advised me they had removed every tooth in his head because they were all in bad shape.

Good lord! To say the least I was stunned and honestly? A little freaked out. So now I have my toothless kitty at home and he is doing fine. He is eating canned food and a bowl of milk every day, gaining back the weight he lost. He’s still a bit snotty but that is nothing new. I really do not know how old he is, he was a stray I took in. He is such a laid back cat we call him ‘Cool Cat’. He’s one cool customer, nothing seems to phase him including very large dogs guarding their food. Nothing except taking his meds, of course. Lol.

The rest of this and next week I’m working on things for the baby shower. I’m making a diaper cake, something I have never done before so I’m crossing my fingers it comes out ok. You know, not lopsided or burnt of anything. There’s a lot of information out there about making them and I’m combining the information from two posts I came across. Here and here if you’re interested. Lots going on.

On the writing front I’m beta reading some things for my friend Theresa Bane. She and her husband, Glenn, have a short story coming out March 26 in buzzymag.com called  “Prince of Lies, Marko Jaks: Balancing Act”.  I have not read it but Terry has an interesting way of looking at things and it will be interesting.

So here’s the post:

I thought I would share some of what I’ve been doing for the last two months. I decided to make the invitations for the baby shower myself to save money. Holly, Tracey and Gayle (Holly’s mother-in-law) all gave their input and we came up with a pretty darn good design even if I say so myself.

Designing my own invitations for the first time was a labor of love.  I lost hours at a time as I went through looking for clip art (making sure it’s free) to match our theme, roses and frogs. Yes, you heard me right. Holly loves frogs and we both love our roses so we combined the two. The results are rather pleasing, I think.

Using an older version of Print Shop wasn’t that bad, just frustrating. For instance, I kept designing the card and the clip art kept disappearing. I thought I had my design saved only to go back and find it was gone. Gahhhhh! After many Braxton-Hicks tries I finally figured out I had to save the clip art as a jpeg before Print Shop would recognize and save it.

The real labor began when Tracey, Gayle and I met and reviewed some of the designs I came up with along with deciding what information we wanted in the invitation. The end design didn’t match any of the original designs except in information. When I got home and went to work I came up with something totally different. After a final approval from my coaches I was ready to push print.

Except I couldn’t find paper to match my envelopes or envelopes to match my paper. Grrrrrr! All that grunting and sweating and I still wasn’t done. I was ready to pull my hair out. You don’t have to ask my husband, my kids or my mother because I’ll tell you up front by this time I was a total crank. I even told my mother I couldn’t talk to her right then because I was too dang cranky. I wasn’t lying, it was all too true.

Finally as I was talking to Gayle about my frustration she was like, oh so casually, well I have A2 envelopes here you can use. What?! I heard the angels singing. I went to her house to check them out praying all the way. Yes! They were perfect. I found some white cardstock to match and I was in business. For some reason I thought they had to be fancy envelopes or paper from the wedding or baby shower invitation section.  I learned the teeth grinding way this is not the case.

If you can’t read them, just click on the photo and it will enlarge for you:

It doesn’t look like it here but I did make sure the clip art was the same size and was aligned on the pages the same along with the text on each page. Fortunately print shop had an appropriate font so that wasn’t hard at all, it was the easiest in fact. Last I made sure that frame around Faith was even; in several early versions of the card it was easy to miss how lopsided that frame was. I have a whole new appreciation for card designers.

The poem on the front was a combination of a couple of different poems I found on-line. What I kept was changed to include names, etc.  So I guess in the end the poem is sorta mine but not, if that makes sense. I found the quote under Faith’s picture when I googled quotes about babies. The invitation information was pretty basic and didn’t take long to work out.

There you have my story of one of the longest labors I have endured, having my daughters was shorter. It was a little messy. I’m bald now and no one is speaking to me but I have my babies, my invitations born and I do like them. What they say is true, you do bond in the first few minutes of birth.

So when’s the last time you snatched yourself bald in frustration? Or alienated everyone within speaking or phone calling distance? Do you like to do projects like this?

Peace.

 

Advertisements

Get off, get off, get off. GET OFF!

Last night I had all the lights turned off watching tv. It’s around 2:00 a.m. Rex was at my feet, Bellie Amie snuggled on one side and Jazper crouched on the other.  We were watching a classic horror movie, Silver Bullet, with Corey Haim, Megan Follows, Gary Busey and Everett McGill (no relation). I was enjoying myself and relaxed after a spurt of cleaning.

***Possible Spoiler Alert!***

It was close to the finale. You know where Gary Busey is telling the kids to go to bed? They’re protesting, he’s saying I’ll wait up but you guys are going to bed. Just at that moment I felt something tickle my leg. I waggled it back and forth thinking it was a cat passing under.

But instead of going away, something crawled up my leg; I looked down and saw a huge silhouette skitter across my leg.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH! Ahh! Ahhh! AHHHHHHHHHH!

Screaming and shaking my leg accompanied by the “Get Off!” refrain I jumped up. It’s nice to know I can still dance.

Can you see it?  The culprit seems to be a wolf spider. You can’t tell from the photo but the sucker was so big I couldn’t use a regular jar to catch it. I had to use a vase.

I woke Tracey up with my screams. She couldn’t see it at first; it had to move away from my flailing limbs as I danced around it before she could. When she does see it, the darling child (not) proclaims it’s all mine. To her credit, she did suggest the vase.

In the mean time Jazper, along with the rest of the cats, has disappeared. Rex, the coward, ran all the way to another room to stand near the backdoor and watch my groovy moves in amazement. Belle Amie, sweetie that she is, just watches the whole thing with interest.

Once caught, the spider wasn’t to happy. I didn’t care; it was lucky I had the vase and didn’t have to squish it. The whole incident inspired Rex to go outside. While he was busy doing that we took the spider and dumped it near the woods. Where, I’m sure, it will terrorize all the other spiders and insects in the vicinity.

Music that’s perfect for this post:

 

Don’t forget I have a guest post on Sue Santore’s blog today.

Peace.

Freaky on Friday: Talking Dogs

My youngest daughter Tracey has an irritating habit of saying, “So?” On a regular basis I have to remind her that I don’t ‘sew’ and advise it’s really irritating when she does that. Most of the time she just does it to annoy me. I put up with it but it’s really going too far when the dog starts doing it.

Jade is our black lab. Technically Jade was a birthday gift to Tracey about six and a half years ago from my mother who also got Jade’s sister, Cheyenne, for herself.  Tracey potty trained her and suffered the dreaded cutting of the teeth that all dogs go through. Jade chewed through many an expensive item in Tracey’s room. 

That being said Jade belongs to all of us. I feed Jade the same time I feed my dog, Belle Amie (a mixed feist). If Tracey isn’t home then Jade spends her time with us and on occasion that means she sleeps with me and Paul at the foot of our bed. At times she’ll crawl up beside me just as I’m waking up to get her head and ears rubbed.

On this particular occasion Jade had crawled up beside me while Belle Amie stayed down by my feet. While I was rubbing her head Jade’s tail was whomping poor Belle Amie across the face. I said to Jade, “You’re tail is smacking Belle across the face.” I swear Jade’s mouth opened and what came out was, “So?”  It woke me up and freaked me out!

You’re right, you’re right it probably was the combination of me being half a sleep and a groan from Jade when I hit a good spot but still, it sounded pretty darn close. Freaky.

Freaky on Fridays: Freaking Over James Rollins

 

On Tuesday, June 21st 2011 James Rollins is releasing his seventh book in the Sigma series. A description from Amazon:

From New York Times bestselling author James Rollins comes a novel of boundless imagination and meticulous research, a book that dares to answer a frightening question at the heart of America: Could the founding of the United States be based on a fundamental lie? The shocking truth lies hidden within the ruins of an impossibility, a lost colony of the Americas vanished in time and cursed into oblivion. A place known only as The Devil Colony

Deep in the Rocky Mountains, a gruesome discovery—hundreds of mummified bodies—stirs international attention and fervent controversy. Despite doubts about the bodies’ origins, the local Native American Heritage Commission lays claim to the prehistoric remains, along with the strange artifacts found in the same cavern: gold plates inscribed with an unfathomable script.

 During a riot at the dig site, an anthropologist dies horribly, burned to ashes in a fiery explosion in plain view of television cameras. All evidence points to a radical group of Native Americans, including one agitator, a teenage firebrand who escapes with a vital clue to the murder and calls on the one person who might help—her uncle, Painter Crowe, Director of Sigma Force.

 To protect his niece and uncover the truth, Painter will ignite a war among the nation’s most powerful intelligence agencies. Yet an even greater threat looms as events in the Rocky Mountains have set in motion a frightening chain reaction, a geological meltdown that threatens the entire western half of the U.S.

 From the volcanic peaks of Iceland to the blistering deserts of the American Southwest, from the gold vaults of Fort Knox to the bubbling geysers of Yellowstone, Painter Crowe joins forces with Commander Gray Pierce to penetrate the shadowy heart of a dark cabal, one that has been manipulating American history since the founding of the thirteen colonies. 

But can Painter discover the truth—one that could topple governments—before it destroys all he holds dear?

  More

Freaky On Fridays: The Itsy Bitsy Spider

Isn’t so bitsy. 

In general I try to ignore spiders. The occasional spider does come in and I, Paul or Tracey will catch them and put them back outside.

They don’t make me happy and when I really think about them and the way they kill and eat their prey, it kind of freaks me out. However, I recognize they are good for the environment and if they leave me alone; I leave them alone.

We’ve even had the occasional pet spiders. Years ago some black widows set up webs in my book shed so Paul caught them in a small pet habitat. Tracey fed them and kept them under the porch for a while before I made her set them free. Out in woods. Far, far away.

Last week I let the dogs out on the back porch. They stopped long enough to greet Shades, one of our indoor/outdoor kitties, and then ran on out into the backyard.  

As I closed the sliding the doors I saw a humongous spider running at me along its web. While I was sick a Carolina Wolf spider set up shop there beside my doors. Yikes!

More

Freaky on Friday: Post Apocalypse

I can’t say I was totally freaked out by the announcement the world was going to end on May 21, 2011 at six o’clock, by time zone no less. But. It was a little freaky.

Just a niggle in the back of the brain. I joked saying I just wanted to be sure my hair and teeth were brushed by six, just in case. You know what? Six o’clock came and went and I forgot to notice. As apocalypses go this one was ho-hum.

But Angela you ask, don’t you believe? Well yeah but the Bible makes it clear no one but God knows the date and I know of no reason to believe that David Camping has been more blessed than the rest of us.

You know I actually felt sorry for the dude. I thought at least he has the conviction to stand up for what he believes in and put his reputation on the line. How many people are willing to do that? To literally put their money where their mouth is? Not many. But then he went and opened his mouth again.

Yep. The apocalypse was spiritual and is taking place now. It will end in a physical apocalypse on October 21, 2011. No time given as of yet but he has advised we will be consumed in a fireball. The idea of being consumed in a fireball does freak me out a little. Maybe that’s the point.

More

It Freaked Me Out!

It could be just a small thing, really. Just a blip but it catches your attention. The blip grows and consumes your mind until all you can think about is it.

It being that freaky thing that you can’t believe just happened, almost did happen or could have happened.

Freak outs can be something out of the ordinary, scary, gross or funny depending on the point of view. It can even be a dance. Who knew?

This post has been a long time in coming. Three months to be exact. Since the idea first came to mind two more freaky things have happened and I thought I better get the post written before a book needs to be written instead.

I was freaked out when someone tried to get into my pay pal account in March. Now you might say, “Chill, Angela. It was probably a mistake. Someone was off a number.”

Huh. Maybe, but it was my account and it was someone from Virginia. Pay Pal could tell me that much when they contacted me. A friend told me my card number could be traced back to my Pay Pal account. Pay Pal had not heard of this so I don’t know if it is true or not. I just know I was just in Virginia a couple of days before the incident occurred.

So I called the stores where I used my card to tell them. I called the bank who couldn’t tell me if there was such a scam or not. There’s nothing on the internet about it. So maybe my friend was talking out his ear?

As I thought about canceling my card my new card arrived that same day so I just activated it. There’s been no other problems. No more freaking out.

Mri’s freak me out. They are so not my thing and I just recently had another one. Everyone laughs at me when I talk about it and wonder why I have such a problem. They have never had a mri so I don’t think they should talk until they do.

Open mri’s are the only way I can have them done and I still have to have a cloth over my eyes and I still have a minor panic attack when I go in. It feels almost like I’m being smothered or I’m going to get stuck. This latest one was in the shape of a yummy dessert, a doughnut. Even that didn’t help. Ugh.

A freak out within a freak out. I have a cyst in my brain which fortunately doesn’t seem to be a growing cyst. Or not, as the neurologist put it, a ‘fast’ growing cyst. It can still grow and I have to “watch” for unusual stuff that may or may not happen. Great.

Not only does hair in my food freak me out but it makes me puke, too. Yuk! We ordered pizza last Sunday from Pizza Hut. I took a bite out of my slice and…I can’t talk about it any more. It’s just gross and you get the picture.

So what freaks you out?

Curio’s Past, Shhh.