in my backyard

No, I'm not obsessed, really...

Because I need one more hobby...

Wicked wind this morning.  Had Beastie up at 5:30am; which of course means that I too was up, at approximately 5:31am.  This would not be such a big deal if I had not been up until 1:30 in the morning playing with my new loom.  Yup, I said it, a loom.  It's not spiffy or fancy like the looms of my friends.  It's not classic or worth much to anyone but me, but it's my new shiny and I loves it.  So much so that I am already figuring out how to get a bigger one into the house without Sparky realizing I have upgraded.  Yes, all you professional rigid heddlers out there, I know I have everything off center.  I know my stripes are more like wiggles.  I realize that my tension is probably waaaaayyyyy too tight.  And I have no idea what the purpose of all those paper things were & I'm sure I will regret not using them later.  Oh, do I really need those?  Because Beastie ate them.  Really.

I have developed a new passion, reading crafty blogs.  Then I get all these amazing ideas from all these fantastic bloggers.  And of course, I do nothing with the ideas, but hey, at least my brain is being crafty, right?  I thought I might occasionally share some of the cute with you guys, so hopefully maybe someone will do more then just drool over the creativity of others but actually be inspired to do some actual creating.  Today's find is A Bit O' Shine by Molly. I love her stuff, most notably her ability to turn trash into treasure.  Check out this post where she turns a Laughing Cow cheese container (can we say 'yum') into a cute little giftie holder.  So inspired!

Spring thoughts

We are not going to talk about the fact that I turned 40 yesterday. Yesterday sucked. Today, however, is a new day that is ripe with possibility. I plan to embrace it.

sooo pretty

My SIP (sock-in-progress) is sooooo freakin' pretty I just had to share...
It's Arucuania Nature Wool and Ann Budd's First Time Tube Socks -- Rav Link
Yeah, I love them

Moments you never forget

There are a few moments in your life that stick with you forever. Some of them are happy:

"It's a Boy!"

The moment Sparky & I watched the sun setting over the Chesapeake Bay and I realized he was the man I would spend the rest of my life with.

Watching my oldest son receive his diploma.

"Hey, we should start selling our yarn online."

Hearing my son sing in the shower the first time he fell in love.

Sadly, there are a lot of those moments that stick in my brain that aren't so happy:

"Honey, your dad passed away."

The day I took the M-Chat test and realized that Beastie had autism.

When I saw a car come skidding at me on an icy road, knowing I was about to get t-boned.

Hearing my son cry the first time a girl broke his heart.

But this week's moment may be the worst so far:

"Your grandma has cancer."

My grams is my best friend. We often say we cut out the middle-man. We talk every day, usually three or 4 times a day. She is 86 years old and an amazing woman. She drives herself (and her friends) everywhere; she volunteers, lives in a cute apartment, she does the crossword puzzle everyday and will kick your ass at canasta if you give her half a chance. She is, in a word, awesome.

I can't talk too much more about it right now. Not without crying, which I can't do at the moment -- Beastie is home sick and it scares him when I cry. But it's liver cancer, she won't survive surgery and it's pretty much always fast and fatal. So there you have it.

She is at the doctor's office right now discussing treatment options. I'll post an update later, when I can think about it without forgetting how to breathe.