Rowan's Journal

Didya know that the top comes offa Guterman spools of thread, the side where you can lodge the thread so it won't unravel? Yeah, it does. It comes off and the damnedest thing occurred to me; it looks like the inserter for the old fashioned style of tampons except that it says, "Guterman 100m/vgs 110yds on the edge.

That discovery made me giggle my arse off just now...

As you were!

Late Breaking Bulletin:

Poor Nell-kitty has the hick-ups. Poor thing, I think it's scaring her.

Bruce is going through old humor sound files on his 'puter and it's about to drive me back upstairs.

Oh, and this is the pic of me that Frank Hui took at Scarby when it was so cold (day after it snowed) and I was wearing the lamb ears; taken while we were busking outside the Pepper Lady's booth.

Lots to do today/this week but feeling up to it. This cinches it, not that there was any doubt.

( Daily Tarot & Horoscope )

"...pooped by evening." *lol* Ya think?
( lawn and garden )

Then once it starts rain, hopefully I'll go to work cleaning out the sewing room. Yep, not gonna make that 10 day guideline for the sewing room but ah well...things have to be flexible! Plus I need to get stuff ready for Norman Medievel Faire this weekend. Must finish the new bodice, breaking the curse of "once it's worn it never gets completed"! Gotta Dryel Bruce's doublet and kilt and need to clean boots and shoes.

Everybody's coming down to the Faire, right? Next to the last chance to see Queen's Gambit in this current incarnation!

{ED. Started raining sooner than I'd hoped. I only got a little more cultivated to what dear Br.William had hand-tilled. Yep, the tiller is a goner; we have a perfectly good engine but not a working tiller body so it's hand-tilling or nothing at this point to get the garden in. I wanted to get into shape!

But an hour's work on the garden is a good bit of work. Breakfast and flower pressing and then we'll see what the dogs let me get done before they start wrecking the house. *sigh* I love our animals. But hey, I think I stopped Bobbie from getting into the fireplace, pissing in there and then tracking ash all over the house. Yes, I LOVE the animals (repeating that so I don't kill them!)

Oh, and a perfect icon that I nabbed from apocalypticbob which I don't even think she's used yet. Sorry? But once Bruce guffawed at it, I couldn't help but steal it...it's too perfect.

I had no idea what was behind all those red buckets in addition to the annoying bellringing...

Love my sweetie more than anythingl
Money sucks but at least now the van is safe to drive.
Going separate ways this weekend; Bruce and Amber to Lawton, me to Springfield, MO
Busy with deadlines
Mood better; insomnia caused by menopausal hormonal swings still suck

and Bobbi showed back up.

So life goes on...

:::zoomzoom:::

...to the family.

We now have a salamander in the aquarium. Bruce found the poor little fella damnear dead of the cold outside our back door a couple days ago. So he picked him up and put him in the tank and then put a stick in for the guy to climb on to be out of the water. He was solid muddy brown at first and pretty skinny but now has kinda a speckled-mottled rock-like coloring to his skin.

Anybody have any idea what this fella might like to eat? I've put fish food in there but somehow I don't think that's quite his cup of tea. And Wikipedia is not at all helpful in this subject.