If you don't have anything nice to say....

I am sure all our moms said this at one time or another: "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything." Of course sometimes this just isn't true. Obviously when our best friend is about to buy that hidiously ugly puke green sweater or that too tight pair of low rider jeans that does nothing but accentuate her muffin top, it is our moral imperative to speak up and dish out some truth. After someone's nasty little dog attacks your bull terrier, then blames your dog because it is a 'pit bull', obviously some re-education is in order. Or when the nieghbors snot nosed brat.....you get the idea.

However I think mom's point was to not be mean. To try to be positive, to not dwell on bad things, and to not maliciously hurt someones feelings.

Hence the reason I have not posted in two weeks.

 I have an excuse. About 3 years ago, I had a goiter. No, not the type that lives in the New Jersey zoo with green scales and lots of teeth and likes to death roll. This is a big mass on your neck that if you let it go long enough looks like you tried to channel an anaconda and swallow a melon whole. Of course I didn't let it get that big, although I was tempted.....I mean seriously, how much more embarassing to your kids than to show up with a melon sized goiter on your neck! I couldn't have beat that with a stick!

But seriously, I was starting to have trouble swallowing, and you all know me when I get hungry. So in to surgery, and "Off with her head!" Well, thyroid anyways. When I woke up if certainly felt like someone had tried to cut off my head. I think I told my friends the Christiansons that I felt like Nearly Headless Nick.

Since I no longer have a thyroid, I don't produce any of the hormones needed to do all sorts of stuff. I take Synthroid, which is supposed to regulate all that. Funny thing is you have no clue how much of your moods and personality is dependant on that organ which no one gives a second thought.

I have walked into the doctors several times and told them my levels are low. They say "How do you know? Did you get it tested?"   I reply that I alnost smacked my husband with a frying pan, and that is not normal. Sure, he knows how to push my buttons, but I don't do domestic violence. Probably a good thing given my temper sometimes.

So two weeks ago there was a 'mixup' with the doctor and the prescription-at least that is my nice way of saying they didn't send it down to the pharmacy for a week. You want to see me get ugly? Hide my pills for a week. Or don't send the scrip down so I can't fill it.

I kept trying to sit down here and blog, but all I could think of was mean and nasty. Now I know a few people who LIKE mean and nasty, and to be fair they are a blast with a six pack and some serious gossip time. I mean..... if I were like that....they in theory....would be very bad......you should never gossip.....

Anyways.....

Funny thing is, I felt mean and nasty to myself. My beads looked like crap, the dogs were pissing me off, and pissing on the floor, and my muffin top got so big I refused to take a picture in my new skirt.

Luckily, the meds are back on track and I am feeling normal again. Unfortunately, my mood swings have a champion, and his name is Mo the Enforcer.

I have never had a dog so in tune with my moods. If I yell at a dog, Mo, who was sitting so calmly 2 seconds before, suddenly enrages, yelling in a barbarian roar and launching at the dog as if he is the hound from Hell itself. If I am feeling silly he starts bouncing around like he has a pogo stick stuck somewhere. If I am tired he lays with his head on my feet. When he started snarking at everyone, my first thought was Tallulah, my first bull terrier, had come back to haunt the house and was whispering things in his ear.....killlll himmmm.....take offfff hissss earrrrrr....you knowww youuuu wannnt toooooo. She would do that. She really would, the cutie patootie. I miss her.  

I was looking for a picture of Tallulah, and found a picture of Bridget and Denny in a nest box when they were babies. Denny is sticking his tongue out, and they are so stinkin cute I had to post it!

There she is! That is my Tallulah, with a possum she killed in the barn that was going after my chickens. She was such a good girl! She actually tried to bring it in the house, probably would have put it in her crate. Lou was a hoarder. You would find all sorts of stuff in her crate, and the whole time you were in there looking she would be pacing back and forth, worried you would steal her treasures.

Now I am sad, I miss my Lou. Wonder what Mo will do with that?

Too much to do!

I have a superhero name.

Really. I do.

Dave and I used to game with a group of friends. Gaming, for those who are not complete geeks, is where you each make up an imaginary character, and pretend to be that imaginary character going on an imaginary adventure with your friend's imaginary characters. You have names like Gonad the Barbarian and wear robes and carry battle axes, mead and loaves of bread.  You understand what +1 to charisma is, and actually care if you have it.

Anyways, we all gave each other superhero names. Now, I know what you are thinking. You are thinking we gave each other cool names, like The Destroyer, Captain Gorgeous, and The Brain Machine.

Not on your life.

My husband was The Procrastinator. He had a catch phrase...." I will save the world!!.....tomorrow."
He had that name until the kids got old enough to start doing the things on which he was procrastinating. So he now is refered to as "The Delegator". I see it as self-improvement.

Our friend Roland is The Enunciator. He makes sure we are all speaking proper English whilst roaming the vast plains of Far, Far Away.  His wife, my dear friend Rosanne, is The Facilitator. She, btw, plans all our gatherings. Our friend Ben is The Great Antagonizer. He truly is great at it, too. He is that little brother who pokes, and pokes, and pokes...gahhh! He used to have a wife named "Lady Placid", who was like Dr Jeckle. Her other side we call 'Evil'. Now she is just Evil all the time, and no longer the wife.

Another friend Carl is Carlbustion, because after flying in from New Mexico for a vacation he was so cold  he build a huge fire and basked by it for 5 days. My oldest son is Sparky, Carlbustion's faithful sidekick, because he too likes to play with fire.

So I used to be known as ...The Belcher. Yeah, that's right. I can out-belch a pirate just in from sea after 3 months of eating nothing but rum and salt pork. I can out belch a teenager who just drank a 2 liter of coke and ate 3 boxes of pop rocks. I proudly wore the name for several years, often getting together with the above group of geeky friends, drinking Milwalkees Best, and loudly shouting my catch phrase....Bleccccchhhh!

Until my husband told me it was gross.

I was devistated.

I mean really. He is supposed to love me unconditionally, and he just cuts me to the bone.

*sniff*

 I needed a new name. One day I was listing all the things I had to do that weekend, enough things for a week and a half, and Rosanne gave me a new name.

I became the Over-Committer. Not like it fits or anything.

So here is a pictoral of the things I need to do:

This is my motorcycle, and yes it is in the studio. :-D

1. Practice riding

This is the dogpile of Jack, Chewie and Mo. I would like to get Mo his TDI so I can do therapy work with him. I would like to get Chewie to stop being so......Chewie. And I would like to spend more time with Jack because he won't be around much longer.

2. Train the dogs

This is a pan of homemade dog food for Jack, who is not eating well. I freeze them into single serving portions in a muffin tin.

3. Make another batch of meat muffins

My downstairs bathroom, which needs, obviously, to be finished.

4. Finish the bathroom

This is a felt I made, and my friend Wendy and I are going to a juried fiber art show at the end of the month. I need to make a lot more to sell at the show.

5. Make felt tops, coasters, necklaces, bracelets, etc.

Kathy Riley and I may be going to a show at the Corning Glassfest.  I also may be competing in the flameoff, which is nervewracking to even contemplate.And I have about 4 different shops which are willing to carry my jewelry.

6. Get on the torch

Plus I have the normal, everyday stuff of being a wife and mother, housekeeper, caring for the managerie, working, putting in the garden .....

Nahh, I don't think I am The Over-Committor. Not at all.

My most excellent friend, Kathy

I realized that in the last two posts I have said nothing descriptive about my friend Kathy. This wasn't to slight her, but simply because we have been friends so long she is a part of me and I assume you all should know her too.


I met Kathy nearly 13 years ago, when I got my 4 month old puppy Jack from the pound.

This is Jack, the old man, now 13 years old.

Anyways, I wanted to learn to train him, so I called a number in the phone book for Life of Riley dog training, owned by Kathy Riley. Turned out after describing the dog that she had been standing behind me at Walmart when I bought Jack's crate! Too funny. Anyways, we start up training in obedience with Kathy, and we became friends.

 We went though an obedience course, which I found not nearly fun enough. She offered agility classes, and we were hooked! Over the next 10 years we went to many agility matches with Kathy and the dogs, adding dogs, going up in classes, and having our good weekends and bad weekends. We have rescued dogs together, gone on road trips, had a lot of drinks, gossiped about other trainers, blown through too many hobbies to think about.

Kathy is a fascinating person. Even after 13 years, I am still finding new things out about her. She graduated from the Philidelphia School of Art, farmed, owned a garden center, ran a dog training center, competed with Bull terriers in agility and obedience, been a sucessful artist in natural materials such as gourds, and is now an accomplished bead artist. You name it she has done it!

Of course my absolute favorite thing she has ever done, the thing that makes me green with envy, is she was a gorilla girl at the Philly Zoo. That meant she took care of the baby gorillas, who were attachment mothered until they were old enough to join the group. Oh, can you imagine spending all day holding baby gorillas!! I am so jealous!

I think Kathy is beautiful but she doesn't agree with me, so she never lets me get pictures of her. I managed this one only because she was too busy training my dog:

We have some pictures someplace of she and I in various places with Pansy and Lou. Pansy is one of Kathy's girl BTs, and Lou, or Tallulah, was my first BT, and the love of my life. They looked like the Princess and the Pauper, Pansy being a well bred Bakerstreet dog and Lou being a stray, but they looked a lot alike (well, ok, their heads were totally different, but if you don't know bts...). Even had the same white squiggly on their backs. I don't kow what happened to all those pictures. They were best friends.

 Kathy lives in a little cabin by Pine Creek with a fanstastic view and a housefull of puppies. If you ever want to rent a cabin by the creek, she has a rental open at Life of Riley Vacation Rentals.

That is the other thing about Kathy. She has an amazing eye for putting together color, texture, and form into beautiful spaces. Her cabin is an example of her work as an artist. Her last home was an apartment built into a pole barn for an indoor training arena, with a loft and a huge porch off the back. Someday if I ever find myself alone I am going to move in there.

Anyways, that is Kathy. I love her dearly and wouldn't know what to do with my long drive if we didn't talk nearly every day. Besides, everyone needs someone who will tell it how it is, even when you don't want to hear it.

Trip to the Corning Glass Museum

Day two..

From my couch I wake up (again) at 6am, by Mo  grumbling and shuffling in his crate (again), which makes Billy the cattle dog wake up (again) and start whining and pacing. Again. I must have looked horrible, because Kathy told me to go jump in her bed with Tootsie while she was in the shower.

Tootsie is my favorite.

You can see her back foot is missing a couple of toes, which happened many years ago. It doesn't slow her down much.



When she was a puppy she was the cutest thing I have ever seen in my whole life. She was just that cute.

Anyways, I apparently was tired because I curled up with the Tootsle and was out for 2 hours.  I felt much more human when I woke up again.

After another fantastic frittata, I made some beads with her new silvered glass.

I liked the little ones but consider the big one a colossal mistake. It is nice and round, and that is about all I have to say that is nice. I was much more pleased with the Zachary Blue pair than I expected....Kathy told me to use it so I did, but I didn't want to!

Mo got to play with his new crush Bad Boy Billy:

Mo pretty much ignored the three gorgeous Bull Terrier girls and just went gaga over Billy. I have about 10 pictures of Billy standing still and Mo in various blurry play bows, army crawls and hoppity hops. Billy was not amused. After a while he went and hid in his crate.  
Once Mo was tired out,  off we went to Corning. All we did was look around the gift shop, but this is like a museum all by itself, one where you can pick up things and look real close and take pictures.

So first I had to look at the Paul Stankard paper weights. I adore Paul Stankard.

Look at those petals!

Those blackberries look good enough to eat!

The bee looks so real you feel sorry he is encased in glass.

Yes, that says $6,000. Worth every....single...penny.

Sigh.

The man is a genius.

So after several hours (I wish), I tear away to look at some other things and I find another paperweight artist to fall in love with:

They are jellyfish!

They look like they are floating in the glass.

They remind me of a Jack Johnson song, Bubbly Toes:

"Move like a jellyfish, rhythm is nothing, you go with the flow you don't stop." 


Anyways, we next checked out the jewelry displays. Oh, the beautiful beads!  Check out this piece:

It was huge! I have no idea who could carry this off, but it was gorgeous. The colors remind me of the Ukraine.

We had to check out our former instructors jewelry.

This is by Heather Trimlett. She likes bright colors and huge beads, and is extremely precise.

Caitlin Hyde is the other instructor from the class we took last summer:

She is known for her more natural colors and totem beads, but it looks like Heather has influenced her color palette. Caitlin is also very precise, and I have 2 of her big beads now.

Finally I had to treat myself after looking at all these fantastic works of art.

Before you go getting all jealous on me, know this is only about an inch tall. It was all I could afford at the moment. But someday.....