Test Drive Down the Colorado

**(To answer everyone's questions - no we're not moving, the last post was just a means to an end)



It's Time to SUIT UP!

Mike bought a new kayak so of course after work we had to test it out.
My least favorite part of playing on the river before it really warms up is putting on the Moonsuit (it's really called a dry suit, but I totally feel like an astronaut wearing them).

There are tight rubber gaskets around the neck, wrists, and ankles making it feel a lot like going through the birth canal all over again.

This pic makes me laugh! I usually end up looking like this - hair everywhere. I've never seen what this looks like before. It looks like Mike is kissing a short balding man with a beard.

Nothing like a size small kayak skirt to make you feel extra pregnant.

SEE! Astronauts!

The other part that I'm no good at is putting the skirt around the kayak lid. After all this - I'm usually sweating and wish I was just wearing a bathing suit, whew.
But it's time to get into da wata!




If Willy Wonka really lived I think his chocolate river would look just like this. Mmm, tastey.













Good Times.
Another great ending to a day in Moab.

The Suspense is Finally Over - Decision Made

So we've talked (& talked & talked) about where to move if we didn't get approved for the HRSA loan repayment through the government . . . (which we didn't).
And we both had many different ideas . . .

We're not going to . . .

We're not going to . . .

We're not going to . . .

What about . . .

Okay enough suspense -

Yes. It's true.

Twas the month of December and all through the town,
Not a cold heart was stirring not even a frown!
Toy trains and plump snowmen were all blown up with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtain and threw up the latch.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a rumpled red sleigh, and a very dazed reindeer.
With a squint of my eyes and a calculation quick,
I knew in a moment someone's kidnapped St Nick!

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name! Poor Dasher! Poor Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack. His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly! He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose! He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Purple People Eaters

Halloween. My favorite time of year. Never have the colors orange, black, green and purple ever looked so good together. (Or tasted so good)

I’ve tried to figure out this ghoulish obsession. I think it is linked with the part of me that LOVES to be scared in the movie theater, but not in real life (which my husband STILL has not figured out and continues to sneak up behind me or lurk around dark corners – I might actually hurt him one day if he’s not careful).

I have a large box full of halloweenie things. I haven’t opened it since we’ve been married (2.5 years now) because we were always moving every 3-6 months. On October 1^st, this year, much to my husbands dismay, I pulled out the Halloween Pandora’s BOX!!

How I missed my friends!!

Home-made décor is always really fun.

These Jar-O-Lanterns were made from jarred artichoke heart containers. After washing I just poured some orange paint inside and rolled the jar around so the whole inside was coated and then let it dry for a day or two. Then I painted the black faces on the outside and used “rusted” wire to make the handle. Looking back, it would probably be better to paint the black faces first on the INSIDE (if you’re that good – I’m not, so I cheated) and then let that dry for several hours and THEN roll the orange paint around inside. I use the battery charged tea lights.

I kinda liked the idea of decorating my pumpkins differently

this year by covering them with black lace.

Use the leftover lace to make a creative centerpiece!

Okay, I honestly don’t remember exactly how I made this phantom face, but it’s one of my favorites. The head is a Styrofoam piece you can get at any salon supply store. Then I believe I took paper towels and dyed them with coffee or tea (I used coffee because I LOVE the smell. I got to smell it for hours since it was soaked into my skin after this project.) and let them dry. Here’s the part I vaguely remember – I think I made a thick, ever-so-slightly liquid sugar paste (just add a bit of water) and immersed the paper towels in there before molding it onto the face, covering it completely. Let the head dry out and it is as hard as paper mache. The hood-shroud is cheesecloth dyed in coffee also.

This too-cute-to-be-scary little guy was bought at a craft store

in the natural-wood craft section and then I just painted him.

I never get to do everything I plan, but that leaves more for the next year!

Oh, by the way, if you’re wondering about the layers of spotting on the windows that is all a part of the Haunted House effect, as are the spider-webs, dead flies in the window sils, and a light dusting of – well dust. I work on the effect all year :)

Polka Dots and Butterflies

Blogging is starting to feel like writing an article for the newspaper. Does anyone still read this thing? Is anybody out there?? I can't even remember the last time I wrote something. Sometime before Christmas I think.
Oh well, basically I've found more time on my hands since I've stopped guiding for the season. I didn't have much time to sew all Summer because of it, but I was able to get a few things done for my BFF.

This is my BFF: Hi Mindyn!!



Mindyn always has something cool to put in her mouth. Proof of her love for the color orange . . . an orange retainer. Oh no! ARROWED!! My Dad just disowned you Mindyn. He didn't see the tiny clover in the middle :(

This is my BFF and her HUBBY:
He's a Warlock, or WarCrafter or something. Very talented with a gun.
He talked to me about them in Cabela's one time.
While MINDYN is a force to be reckoned with - she's got fierce fishhook skills.

Last February I got some happy news that they were expecting (yay, babies!) I've known Mindyn since we were 18 and freshmen in college. We were roommates actually . . . ahhhh, the stories I could tell - hee, hee.Okay BACK to the baby! Shortly after the phone call I decided to make something for her little girl every month and send it to her. It's been so fun! Picking out fabric and creating something with a specific someone in mind, it's so much more fun than making them for the masses. (Okay, okay, so no one is knocking down my door to get to BabyDeer baby clothes.)

Here's a few of the things I've made and sent off:

Since she'll be born in November, she'll need something warm to wear!

Marsupial Pouches!
Holds everything you need on the go from diapers to boogie wipes!

One of Mindyn's favorite colors is orange so I had to match the pouches
with this oh-so-comfy baby changing pad.
I wasn't sure about adding the thick batting on this, but it turned out just right.

This last one is my favorite in the cuteness category. I have to admit - I didn't think of it, darn it all. I saw it on an ad and just had to make one and see if it would be as easy as I thought. I love how it's a plain bodysuit except for the one super cute addition, attached wings! Now I just have to think of what to make for a little boy. A tie . . . ?


I still have 2 or 3 things to make and send. A blanket, a rattle, and something else . . .
One thing is for certain, these things all turned out so cute and relatively easy now that I've gotten through the first creative draft, I need to make more to sell!

Ambucked

I was working in my room this morning by the window when I heard a noise I'd never heard before. It sounded like an animal, but I just ignored it. It didn't sound threatening; it was outside; and I'm too busy to investigate (probably doing something VERY IMPORTANT like checking my facebook page).

However my husband came running down the stairs and said, "Hey! Wanna see some deer in the yard?"

I heard deer. Deer have vocal cords???

I raced up the stairs after him and we stare out the kitchen window as two more teenaged bucks bound into the yard over the fence. Deer bounding is a beautiful thing. I love to watch deer bound.

They just went along delicately pulling and eating the grass.

Everything deer do - they do it delicately. Even if they mutated into a 30 foot-tall gargantuan Deerzilla and went crashing through Manhattan, it would be more like prancing through Manhattan and everyone would stop in their tracks to watch the graceful, delicate sight.

Then one got bored and they started to this:

Gracefully.


Elegantly.

I don't know who won. They just - stopped. And went back to eating . . . delicately.

Until one of them really wanted his Momma. And he made that sound again! I was stunned - I had come to the resolve that deer couldn't speak. It sounds like a nasally. . . mwah. mwah.

Mwah. Mwah.

After three attempts at jumping back over the fence and losing his nerve, Momma answered him back and that was all the encouragement he needed to do this.

The moral of this blog: Facebook is evil and keeps you from having beautiful experiences in your REAL LIFE!

A Tidbit

There is a tidbit about me I've only discovered recently the last few years I've had to live snow.

It's something I found I get a little pleasure from. So much pleasure, that it makes my mouth water a little bit.

Like when you're picking at a real big scab. (You scab-pickers know what I'm talking about)

I get so much pleasure from it that I try to find others to do it to. (But I only pick my own scabs. A girls gotta have limits).

It is this:

THIS is the wheel well of my car. As one drives around town snow and ice build up on the inside of the wheel well. In some cases I've seen it caked on so thick the ice almost touches the tire. (Insta-mouthwater)

I MUST kick them. I must!

I get SO much enjoyment out of kicking the sides of the wheel wells of my car and knocking those scabbies off that I have to do it to all 4 wheels. And I might get a little frustrated at my husband for kicking one or two. I mean, he knows I get some weird pleasure out of it - why take that away from me?
Is this too anti-climactic for you? Try it. Believe me, your mouth will water.


Sometimes, when I'm alone in a parking lot, I used to walk around looking for big scabbies to kick off. Until I realized one day I might set something else off and be sent to jail or something.

So now I just kick my own scabbies and my husbands scabbies. And sometimes my friends.

(This stuff just doesn't do it for me. I don't know why.)