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 can you believe how little izzy was? too cute. i miss that wee baby, as much as i love the gremlin that she is, kittens are so damn cute. le sigh. well, hello! this week has just gone by like a big blur! crazy fast! in some exciting news, i put a pyrex dish on the bottom rack to cook our dinner and when i took it out, it kind of exploded...not like a bomb, more like a rock through a window. i did the fialkov gasp...you know that kind of gasp that scares people? like when you almost get in a car accident? or almost fall down the stairs? or slip on ice? i do it a lot and i know it is one of the things about me that jakie doesn't like so much, cause i scare him, like something really bad happened. we had to throw away a bit of dinner that touched glass, but it was okay. it was so strange. so word of advice to those of you that think pyrex is indestructible from heat! barbe said that she put a frozen chicken in a dish in the oven and it cracked, too. so, be warned! the weather here has been horrible. incredibly cold, windy, snowy and as a result, icy. jake left early from work yesterday and stayed home today. i know he felt guilty even though there were all these reports on the news about tons of accidents. one of the things i heard was that a 9 year old was on a sled with his 3 year old sibling on their driveway (yeah. driveway.) and went out into the road, got hit by a car and the little one died. i imagine that the older one will have a miserable life, even though the parents should have been watching them sledding on their driveway that leads onto the street. i guess i don't know the specs, and kids can be wiley. sad, though. in college, there is a gigantor hill that used to be a cornfield, i think, and everyone would go sledding down the hill on garbage can lids and garbage bags (i see a theme here!) and this one girl went off of the "sled" and over a tree limb or piece of metal sticking up and ripped a hole in her ass cheek and had to go to the ER. i am the biggest puss ever and i get hurt doing nothing at all, so i never do stuff like that, for that very reason. although, i am afraid i will hurt my hands and have always been that way. if i fall, my first thought is...my hands! and then...my teeth! i have an irrational fear of knocking out my teeth. i suffered through night braces, retainers, braces and other strange contraptions and having teeth cut out of my head. my teeth aren't that great, but i would like to keep em. i'm just saying is all. in other news, i put two circle collages up in my etsy shop.  and a ghost heart (white one), also. i personally really love them, but i don't know if anyone else will love them enough to buy them. the shop has been keeping busy, which is awesome. i had a couple of weeks that were slower than usual, so it freaked me out. everytime, it freaks me out. i am really trying to do as much artsy work as i do my crafty endeavors. it is easy to just do what comes to you naturally. it is hard to push yourself all the time. the people that i admire most are the people that keep pushing. they do it so well, it looks like they are dancing, you know? i am blabbering now.i had some suggestions about a different way of using my patches (like a cracker? noooo!), timing them differently, and so far, it really seems like it has made a big difference. it could just be coincidental, i have only been doing it since this past friday, but i haven't felt crummy, just tired, and that is after i have done stuff, so it isn't a big deal. i have gotten migraines, but controllable and that is just the way it is. my skin is going crazy, too, and i have no clue what that is all about. pms maybe. my body is a mystery to me. boy is it ever! i got all of jakie's valentine's gifts ahead of time, so he got them a while ago, but i will be doing a valentine's day post to-morrow for him. he rawks. sigh. mwah! n. Labels: pyrex patches collage cold |
posted by natasha @ 10:21 PM
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Oh man, on monday I got snagged on my crockpot, which was sitting on the edge of the counter and it broke into bajillions of pieces. Actually the lid did the worst damage, each piece no larger than a microscopic shard just asking for you to get stepped on. It exploded from one extreme of my apartment to the other and took forever to clean up.
And Matt is exactly that same way about my gasps, he comes running and is so attentive. If I actually get the smallest cut or burn he is running for bandaids or getting ice together in a bag. I unfortunately have this bad habit of making that gasp sound often. My old coworkers actually titled it "ice gasp" because it sounded like someone just put icecubes down the back of my shirt.
that sucks! i hate breaking glass. i NEVER wear shoes + i worry about the cats' feets.
i do that gasp all the time too, i don't even mean to.
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