Reminds Me of My Wee Friends

This video came across my path this morning and it reminded me of watching the baby hummingbirds in the spring. What a rare treat to get to watch them grow up and leave the nest.

Video

Enjoy and Happy Weekend!

Oh Ya - Stay safe out there kids!

POST SCRIPT: Lin suggestion of "Liz" to name the creation has been accepted by the creator.

1 Challenge - 3 Projects (COMPLETED!!)

A Purple Cow for Purple Cow


A Ninja for Mr. Anon


And a Bumbles for The Bumbles

Actually, I had a lot of fun. I'm now trying to figure out what to do next. But before you rush suggestions - I'm sure I'll think of some of my own.

Thanks again to all the encouragement and challenge. You got the creative juices flowing.

Thanks for Responding!

A big "hola" to Purple Cow, Mr. Anon (but I know who you are), and The Bumbles for responding to my previous entry's challenge.

As there were only three of you I could NOT just pick two. So I will be creating something delightful for each of you.

In an effort to get better in the mood I visited my favourite wool shop on the weekend. I love "Knotty By Nature" - they have the most beautiful yarns and raw wool! Colours and textures galore. Ahhhhh ......

A really big thank you to you three for assisting in getting me started again.

I tried to get into the Christmas card making on the weekend but failed miserably. Alas, this too will need some prodding, but as it is still October, I'm feeling confident that things will come together. I did make a couple of birthday cards, so all was not lost.

Onwards and upwards!

Hunkering Down For Winter

There is something about this time of year that makes me want to hunker down and do my crafts and (more) reading. I'm a good 4 weeks behind in my Christmas card planning. I have bought the set I will be working with, but have yet to put ink and acrylic to paper.

My needle felting back has several partially started items in it, patiently waiting for me to grow a creative bone.

I'm still in a reading-fit and can't seem to get out of it.

Lately I've been wanting to pick up my knitting needles again, but don't think I can spread myself into 'another' direction .... the husband can only hand so much.

I must switch gears as time is awastin'! Christmas is only two months away and there are many miles to go before I sleep.

What I need to do is set myself a goal. That's where you come in (and I only just thought this as I was writing up this entry). I need you to challenge me - in a good way, and not about my spelling (Mr. Annonymous). For the all commenters on this post I will do a draw and choose 2 - then I will create and send either a small felted animal of your choice OR a grouping of 3 handmade cards (event of your choice).

This will serve a dual purpose - get me craftin' and ..... get me craftin' .... No wait, that's only one - but a very sharp 'one' it is!!

What do you say? Does anyone out there still read this far into my blog????

Do I Have "Push Over" Tatooed on My Forehead?

What is it with me this week???!!!

I seem to have all the people looking for conflict attracted to me in a not so pleasant fashion.

Saturday (BEFORE the dinner in the previous post) I made the mistake of popping into my work (on my day off), and had a 'situation' with a Pastor (not one of ours), resulting in words exchanged. And me leaving flustered - but unresolved.

Then my previous post occurred that evening.

Then on Tuesday a co-worker decided that the brand new filing cabinets I've just brought where an ideal sitting spot for his butt during a meeting where the rest of us have to stand. When I asked him to get off of them - he laughed - and continued his monologue.

Then today another confrontation with a person here at the office. Not a co-worker - thankfully, but the same person that I had issues with on Saturday morning, but over a completely different item. I actually said words that should have stayed in my head, but I meant none-the-less.

What?? Do I look like a push-over? I only be 5'2", and almost as round as I am tall, but that doesn't mean I'm going to put with your s%&t!!

I like to think that I'm a pretty easy going a pleasant person. I'm willing to be corrected. But to blatantly think you can just muscle in a bowl me over - you've got another thing coming! You're nice to me - I'll be nice to you. You're sharp with me and I don't deserve it, then watch out! I have fangs and I'm willing to use them!

Deep breath in ...... deep breath out ..... deep breath in ..... deep breath out.

All I'm askin' is ... don't cross me!

When is Action Needed?

Have you ever felt like you should speak into a situation, but also think ‘someone else’ should be taking care of it?

I know in Canada we have a certain amount of con-confrontation, verging on complacency in our society. We’re known to be peacekeepers outside of our country, but what about right in our local restaurant?

On Saturday we made the final loan payment on our car! Yippy!! So we decided to eat out to celebrate. We choose a place that is a pub style family eatery. Children are not uncommon, but not the majority. Hubby and I are childless, but tolerant of kids for the most part.

However ….. Saturday night tested all our limits of tolerance and ability to sit back and watch poor parenting. And I might add – this seemed to be the consensus to the other tables surrounding us.

When we arrived, there was a table of 3 women and 4 children just at the tail end of their meal. The restaurants crayons, colouring sheets, and balloons aplenty on display as being well used by the four children (all under the age of 10). As the ladies continued to chat, the children began to get restless, and louder. And louder, and more restless, and busier, and louder, and more active, and more busier, and farther from the table …… and you get the picture.

The ladies ….. were oblivious, and never once in the 90 minutes after finishing the meal did a single word of correction come from a single woman’s mouth.

Now – I understand the need for a little parental downtime, but if your child (or children) is getting up and standing on balustrades, and beating the other children over the head with their balloon – don’t you think that might warrant a word of warning? When the children are running all over the restaurant, and literally tripping up the wait staff and other patrons – would that not be a super time to step up and use some supposed to parenting skills …. ?

To my surprise and dismay the women didn’t bat an eye. Not one iota of conscientiousness crossed their features.

Even as a child stood on a chair – at their table – and proceeded to feed 4 balloons and their string into and around the revolving fan above the table – to which it came to a complete stop – nary an eyelash flickered recognition of the need to stop a child – any child.

Nor, might I add – did the manager come over and advice the parent of the need to rein in any one of the little miscreants.

I was baffled. Several times I felt like I should/could step in, but felt it wasn’t my place. These children had managed to derail the enjoyment of my own meal – does that give me permission to step into a situation.

What do you think? What would you do?

My inner voice was really chanting to get up and slap the women senseless, but my outer practical self said – jail term is not an option.

And did I mention that I asked the waitress if she got tipped well. Was I surprised when she said "no". . . . No I wasn't, not at all.