It's Lonely Here All by Myself

Blogging. It's a lonely sport. I mean, I'm sitting here putting my pantaloons on display for the whole world to see, but it's not very interactive. I feel like all of you have become my dear friends but I'm just talking at you versus with you. Sure, there's the comment section, which I still say is the funniest part of this whole blog. But I want more. I want to see the pictures of the Nanny bread Deb made. I want you all to share your links with Karen Anne so she can get some chicken diapers. I want to see the quilt your working on or the sweater you're knitting. I want to share more things like Death Metal Rooster or odd photos from around here that didn't make the post of the day. I need you to share your favorite egg recipes with me because I've got eggs out the wazoo. And I want to be able to have a conversation that doesn't get lost in the comment sections. So, you know what I did? I created a fan page on Facebook.

Yep, there I'm told you can upload your photos for us all to see, start discussions where we can easily keep track of them and let you in on some of the hilarity that goes on around here that never quite makes it to the blog. And trust me, there's a lot of that. So sally forth my friends, become a Facebook fan and show me your pantaloons. Seriously, I need someone to go upload a picture to make sure this thing works. Oh and feel free to invite your friends, especially if they have good egg recipes...

(Links weren't working so I added a widget to the left side of the page. Let me know if it works.)

Worlds Most Annoying Rooster

Normally, I try to fill the ol' blog here with only original content. But every once in a blue moon I come across something that is just so stinkin' bizarre it has to be shared. My brother sent the following YouTube video to me. Well, actually there are several versions out there, this is the original. As much as I thought having multiple roosters can get annoying, my boys can't hold a candle to this guy. I suspect it wouldn't take long to have no problem inviting him to Sunday dinner. Yeesh!

Evolution - It's a Good Thing

Can you pat your head and rub your tummy while swinging on a porch swing? I'm finding that's pretty much what it takes to get a good, even yarn. I've been having my own little fiber fest as of late.

I started with some gorgeous, soft Shetland I purchased at Sheep Street. It was a joy to spin but I'm still getting too much twist. I may need to invest in a bigger whirl.

But the leftovers combined with some Romney beautifully.

Then I moved on to painted Romney. Difficult to spin but the colors are yummy.


Now my bobbins are all full again with more Shetland. I am evolving, maybe I'll get the hang of this yet.

"Ugh, Cave Woman Make Yarn"

I'll bet the first woman to spin yarn was quite pleased with herself when she was finished. I certainly feel like beating my chest and holding it up in the air for all to see. Er wait, cave women probably didn't beat their chests... oh, I know, they stomped their feet. Yeah, I feel like stomping my feet, one hand on my hip the other grasping my masterpiece and waving it about for all to witness. I made my very first yarn. I spun something useful out of a big ball of fluff. Little ol' me. Can you believe it?


It was a painful process. This batch of Shetland roving did not want to spin at all, hence why it was on the spindles for so long, but the next batch is spinning like hot butter.

A monster is born. Mwah, ha, ha, ha...

The Barn Quilt

It wants to belong to me. It told me so last night. Each year members of my quilt guild join together in making a quilt to raffle as a fundraiser. The quilt will be taken to various events and tickets will be sold.

I could not even begin to capture its unbelievable detail well in a photograph. Please click on the pictures to enlarge. Each barn block is appliqued and most have embroidery and other embellishments that bring them to life. Several even have chickens.

I didn't help make the quilt. I knew when it was being discussed it was way over my head. But I sure as heck will help with the fund raising. I'm going to buy about 800 tickets myself, because this quilt just belongs in my entryway. It would be happy here.

As much as I would like to keep all the tickets to myself, I guess I'll be nice and let everyone know that the quilt will be on display at the Indiana Heritage Quilt Show, March 4-6 where you can see it up close and personal and buy 800 tickets of your own. It's worth it.

Why, Oh Why?

Can't I like green leafy food as much as they do? I'd finally be able to lose those last ten pounds.

Teenagers Behave Badly

I'm finding out it doesn't really matter what species. Teenagers left to their own devises make bad choices. Willa has not only reached that phase but is embracing it and making it her own. For instance, enticing Sophia and Dorothy to engage in a duel was a bad idea. They know how to defend themselves and are willing to butt heads with anybody.


Chasing down Blanche though was an even worse idea. Not that Blanche would defend herself. Because she won't. In fact I think she actually enjoys the chase. But, sadly, when Willa caught Blanche she nabbed a chunk of wool from her behind. After that, I was the one she need worry about head butting her this time. That wool is for me and Blanche is not a squeak toy.


So Willa is grounded again. Grounding teenagers rarely works. It's often worse for the parents than the child. Grounded teenagers are bored and lonely teenagers. Willa has taken up trying to "talk" to the neighbors dogs all night long for entertainment. Which, as you can imagine, isn't getting us nominated for any neighbor of the year awards.

In an effort to give her one last chance, Bandit has volunteered to stay with her during the day to keep her company. He said he needed the exercise, anyway. But I don't think he realized what he was getting himself into. Babysitting a teenager is hard work. He'll sleep good tonight even if she doesn't. Poor fella.