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A Very, Very Worthy Cause

April 9, 2009 · by

Perry is a fellow quilt blogger.  She lives in Oklahoma, a neighboring state for me, and she has Louisiana connections so I’ve been reading her blog for quite some time, and feel a bond, even though we’ve never met in real life.

Perry’s precious granddaughter has cystic fibrosis.  In previous years, Perry has made a quilt and a raffle has been held to raise money for the Cystic Fibrosis Fund.  A month or so ago, I read on Perry’s blog that due to “life”, she had not had time to make a quilt for a fundraiser this year.  I had several quilts here that had no destination so I offered her one and she chose this one.

The binding was on but the handwork wasn’t done so Perry did that part.  The quilt is 70″ x 88″ and is quilted with an overall feather.

Here’s the picture from Perry’s blog . . the quilt is finished!  The colors in Perry’s picture are more accurate than in my picture (halogen light at my house).

Please go to Perry’s post regarding donations, and watch the little 3 minute video of Perry’s granddaughter.  Those dimples!  She will certainly capture your heart. The video is very educational about life with CF.  I had no idea!

If you are able to make a donation, I know that precious family would so much appreciate the quilting community’s support of this very worthy cause. The video states that almost .90 of every dollar goes toward programs and drug development.  That’s a good percentage!  And, CFF receives no federal funding.

Thanks to anyone who can make a donation!

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Chick Update

April 9, 2009 · by

They’re growing like bad weeds.  Not sure how because everything that goes in seems to double or triple and immediately come out the other end.

I’d just cleaned out their pen and within five minutes they will have left droppings everywhere.  I can’t tell you how happy I’ll be to get them out of the house.

Getting them out of the house isn’t looking like it’s going to happen soon enough.  Vince’s next two weekends seem to be spoken for, and the plans do not include building a chicken coop.

He said he would build me a little pen that is secure so I can put them outside on warm, sunny days.  I think they’ll be as happy about that as I am.  Maybe they can learn to poop while outside and then hold it while they’re back inside.  I don’t think so because they seem to poop every 60 seconds, whether they need to or not!  Oh well . . I knew that would happen because Helen told me so.

You may think this is your average, every day Creative Grids square ruler.  Nope, it’s my multi-purpose quilt ruler/”trap the chicken in the corner” tool.  The babies have gotten wild as jack rabbits and catching them usually involves me thinking I’m going topple over heard first into their pen.  I can’t reach across it and they seem to have figured that out.  But, they haven’t figured out this clear ruler.  I think they don’t even see it coming.  I get them in the corner, put down the ruler “gate” and . . they’re trapped.  All mine!  No escape!  Pick them up and put them back in the little rubbermaid bucket, their original home that they outgrew within 4 days, so I can clean out their pen (which is acutally a big cardboard box lined with newspaper and wood shavings).

We’re still having fun watching them.  They’re so funny . . always busy  . . kinda like me.  Especially since they seem to be so busy and have nothing to show for how they’ve spent their day!

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Cheater, Cheater

April 9, 2009 · by

I think this is the funniest song. Every time I hear it, I find myself singing it for days.  Probably not what you want your child to hear so . . beware.

And I love Facebook! (Keep reading!  You’ll figure out the connection to Facebook and Cheater, Cheater!)  I’ve found a couple of my high school friends who I had lost contact with and we’ve been chatting way into the night. A couple of days ago, I found a friend from Lake Charles . . someone who had been a very good friend. She and her husband were friends with my ex long before I was in the picture.  Once I was in the picture, the four of us did lots of things together and had so much fun!

Along with the breakup of a marriage, there’s sometimes a breakup of friends too.  Since they had been friends with my ex way before he ever met me, I kinda bowed out of the picture.  I always assumed that those who were his friends before were pretty much finished with me . . just a sad result of a divorce.  Most of those friends really didn’t know what to do . . they didn’t want to choose sides and somehow, during a divorce, being friends with one party often means you’re siding against the other party.  So, I haven’t had any contact with these particular friends in at least 16 years.

Even without contact, the memories we shared, memories that spanned the 17 or so years we were close friends, have lived on.  Chad has kept a picture on his dresser of him and Roger sitting on Roger’s motorcycle.  Chad couldn’t have been more than 3 years old.  The memory that I think none of us will forget is the July 4th that the fireworks got out of control. As I recall the incident, a huge box of fireworks was sitting under a picnic table near where the fireworks were being lit. A spark got into the box and fireworks went everywhere. We were all running for cover. It was pretty darned serious. My friend’s husband ended up in the ER . . with a broken hand I think. I really don’t remember anything except running for safety!  To make matters worse, on July 2, we had a fire at our house in TX and had temporarily moved in with my parents til we decided what to do about the mess in TX.  So, July 2, we had a fire at our house; July 4, we had a massive fireworks explosion in the back yard at Roger’s house.  A little too much sparks and fire to suit me!

My friend and I have been emailing and she asked me if I remember when we used to play Pictionary. Wives vs. husbands. Eileen and I both know shorthand and we’d write the word out in shorthand and immediately we knew what it was, and then we’d draw some goofy picture so the guys didn’t get suspicious. Cheater, Cheater! They could never figure out how we never, ever missed a word. Cheater, Cheater!

The hard part was not cracking up . . trying to keep a straigh face! Every now and then we’d have a word like . . say . . . “chicken” and one of our shorthands wouldn’t be quite right (or the wine was too good) and we’d say something like “chasing” and the guys would want to know how we got chasing from chicken but they never figured out our shorthand trick. Cheater, Cheater!

Now you know why the marriage failed . . cheating at Pictionary!  Seriously, I’m so glad for having found my friends on Facebook.

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