Now I wonder who is responsible for the Mel Gibson poster?
Your bedspread is so pretty. I love the rosebuds. You are so brave to have a white one. I had a white one. I have a black dog. Not a great combination. Not even with a sheet to protect it.
I've got tons of yarn in plastic storage containers left over from the yarn club I had at the middle school. When I left no one wanted to continue the club or take the yarn. So I took about half of it. Even so...I just bought a bunch of yarn on sale at JoAnns because I want to make a specific afghan and didn't have enough of any of the right colors. I like to do tunisian stitch and then cross stitch on top of that. I have some beautiful vintage patterns. When I retire I'm going to make every single one.
I'm going through my afghan books now, organizing them and putting them in a pendaflex file.
And I just labeled the backs of all of my watches with the size battery they take. And just bought batteries for them all and replaced them.
Tomorrow it's laundry and cooking. I'm going to try cooking for the week. Going to make the spinach quiche, a chicken pesto recipe from Family Circle, lentils and possibly even broccoli/barley soup. All of it freezes nicely. I also have bread and fixing for sandwiches.
I'd like to clean out the freezer and then go buy chickens at Costco and break them down. Make soup with parts, marinate and freeze for future use.
I love my dog's feet. He lets me kiss them. Okay, so I don't exactly kiss them. But I hold them in my hand and put my cheek against them. And I stroke them. I'm always telling him what a good dog he is. Because...he is.
Recommended reading: Bliss to you by Trixie Koontz, dog, as told to Dean Koontz.
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Date: 2009-01-11 07:52 am (UTC)Now I wonder who is responsible for the Mel Gibson poster?
Your bedspread is so pretty. I love the rosebuds. You are so brave to have a white one. I had a white one. I have a black dog. Not a great combination. Not even with a sheet to protect it.
I've got tons of yarn in plastic storage containers left over from the yarn club I had at the middle school. When I left no one wanted to continue the club or take the yarn. So I took about half of it. Even so...I just bought a bunch of yarn on sale at JoAnns because I want to make a specific afghan and didn't have enough of any of the right colors. I like to do tunisian stitch and then cross stitch on top of that. I have some beautiful vintage patterns. When I retire I'm going to make every single one.
I'm going through my afghan books now, organizing them and putting them in a pendaflex file.
And I just labeled the backs of all of my watches with the size battery they take. And just bought batteries for them all and replaced them.
Tomorrow it's laundry and cooking. I'm going to try cooking for the week. Going to make the spinach quiche, a chicken pesto recipe from Family Circle, lentils and possibly even broccoli/barley soup. All of it freezes nicely. I also have bread and fixing for sandwiches.
I'd like to clean out the freezer and then go buy chickens at Costco and break them down. Make soup with parts, marinate and freeze for future use.
I love my dog's feet. He lets me kiss them. Okay, so I don't exactly kiss them. But I hold them in my hand and put my cheek against them. And I stroke them. I'm always telling him what a good dog he is. Because...he is.
Recommended reading: Bliss to you by Trixie Koontz, dog, as told to Dean Koontz.