Wednesday, October 24, 2007

So I have this phobia

I don't write entries on this blog, because... well I am afraid too. I am paranoid about the judging, my English skills, and well why do I feel compelled to put my thoughts out there, I mean who am I? Just this woman, Elisa, daughter, mother, wife, sister, friend. Just like most women all over the world since time began. That sister calls, wanna hang out with me and Kels, "sure," I say let me call Gate." one phone call down plan is a go ahead.  So I go, but I have to drive his car, cause he wants to go buy a new video game, which I want him to be able to do, but he has to take the kids. Here is the rub. I DETEST his car, no power steering, no a/c, no heat, it is tiny, tin cannish, crappy radio, to low to the ground, AAARGH. A mighty long rant was spoken aloud on the drive, beginning in our drive way and lasting till about 106th south, where upon I remembered my Ipod shuffle and commenced with the listening. I also heard a very funny commentary on the radio about wild turkey's and how you should handle them if they try to attack you outside dunkin doughnuts, that got my mind in a better place. So I pick up my favorite bite at my favourite greasy spoon, go to my sisters house and commence with the eating. My cousin Kelsea, has a nasty disease, she cannot eat like we do, and I don't know how to spell it but it is said like this: Sill-ee-ak. Anyway I ate what I wanted and watched her try some new gluten free food she had just bought at Good earth, she didn't like it. So then we decide we are all tired and we lie around on Lara's bed and think about stuff we could be doing. We end up at my Mom's apt, watching a documentry about a 24 year old women diagnosed with incurable cancer, called "Crazy, sexy, cancer" I think. Anyway about 10 minuts in I started really feeling bad about my dinner. I have resolved to eat better. I gotta google her and see how she is doing. She was cool. Jerry I have conjunctivitis, hence no guitar lesson, but my sis was already exposed.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

bad picture I know. But there it is. So I made this for my Mom, I love it. I learned a lot making it. I am going to try to post all of my quilts, but they mostly live at other houses, so we shall see what happens.

Maggie's hair cut

Maggie cut her hair yesterday. I think the pictures speak for themselves. I have been very distraught about the whole thing. Okay, so I don't know why but sometimes when I try to post stuff I have the hardest time and think, "maybe I should just give up on this whole blog thing" I posted Mag's hair cut 4 or 5 times and I could not get the comment to work right, so I have Gator work his magic and here we are. So I will now tell the story of Mag's big day with the scissors. Now it all seems so silly to write it... Well she used paper scissors, I was making cookies and she wanted to help, so I turn around and there she is with a hand full of hair and a pair of scissors, "Mama, I cut my hair" said with great enthusiasm. So I said " Maggie, Noooo, Noooo, oh Nooo Mag." Then I laughed, then my eyes watered. Then I thought this would be great for my blog, so I got the camera, took some pics, which could have been better, if one of my friends would tell me how to take good pics,  anyway... Then we cut it and it was horrible, then I took more pics. Then I spent the rest of the day starring at my little girl.... who looks like a boy, a very cute boy, but a boy. It is so very, very, short, woe is me, woe is me.