No. That's Trash Talk!

I do not think my grandbaby bears any resemblance to this man at all, Brigham.

Rock n Roll Trash Bags/Trashtbags/ Beer Cap Purse

Back to Alaska. Back to the Future.

Can't wait to see wee Emery; a couple more days--just thinking of it brings tears!
Here's the island that Nate was constructing last time I was there...but the countertops have been tiled/grouted by them both and Bailey has painted a cute floral design on the water heater cover built out of leftover boards (by the woodstove)--their outbuildings are full of stuff! Cute idea!
Which reminds me...I said I couldn't wait to visit the dump! Gah-- how bad is that--an ideal vacation for me is rummaging through leftover crap. I am not a typical traveler. "Are there any abandoned shipyards, boats, and junky places?" I ask. Bailey informs me private property is OFF LIMITS!
Did you know a typical Alaska vehicle game is counting blue tarps!? I learned this from Bailey's backyard neighbor relatives. Tee hee. Must be like "The Cow Game" in KS. I guess little Emery will count moose and eagles! and he won't have far to look when some are camping out on your porch...

To All of Youz Wishing For a White Christmas...

WELL, AT LEAST YOU GOT THE WHITE!!!

The Christmas part was pretty much canceled around here due to the wondrous blizzard-like conditions-- getting your frozen face sanded off with nice little speckles sharp and fine as salt! (As you can tell, I am all in favor of a green Christmas--green as in grass, not pines.)

It did no good to shovel walks, driveways, or paths on Thursday, Friday, or even Saturday morning (though some did try--more than once--I'm rolling my eyes here--why bother?!). Luckily I'd walked downtown and had gotten the truck back from the shop before the winter storm moved in...and since the city had dozed IN everyone's vehicle with a nice moat of glacial boulders, it was still pretty powdery and you could move the mountain aside if you kept your eyes shut. Once 1 vehicle was out, we chained and pulled out another truck. Mine hasn't been touched yet and it is Sunday, though I might try after I pull on some boots. Later during Christmas Day, I saw the 97 year old neighbor step out with his shovel so I ran out quickly to help--though by the time we got both his doorway stoops cleared, they were already drifting shut again--he's nearly totally deaf--it did no good to tell him it was a useless task, but I was afraid he might have a heart-attack...

My dinosaur cell phone went to hell in a hand-basket too; nice timing for the Christmas Holidays and not even a different charger or different batteries would rejuvenate it--I lost MANY phone numbers that I didn't have written down on paper (my fault). Finally we located Brig's old phone (on vibrate--rrrrrr) wedged between a truck seat, so at least I can call a few people, yippee! But I am keeping a wary eye on email communication also: my laptop is ready to break in half and that would really sever my touches with reality. I mean humanity.

One good thing: I had plenty of time to sew and sew and sew and sew. So the weekend was just so so.

Merry Christmas!

How to turn 15$ into 100$...

Yes, baby! I won a hundred bucks with my homemade Halloween costume--homemade is the BEST kind and the most funnest! I only spent money on the wig and light face paint. The rest was created from some leathery black pants/2 black tops, 22 odd black belts, nuts/bolts, wingnuts, heavy duty black thread, black electrical wire, chains, keyrings, old paint/makeup, foamcore, etc.
I had my picture taken numerous times and only frightened one small child.
See why I can't throw anything away? I KNOW I will always use it later!

Yellow-Bellied!

My Edward (recycled trash costume) Scissorhands outfit left me with several random black-leather belts laying around the house…I was hoping when I got home from work tonight, I would find one still thrown down across the floor—hopefully moving in a stealthy S-shaped pattern! No such luck.

I brought a 3’ blue-racer home last night and it managed to escape from its container. I have no idea where it could be—I suppose I will eventually find it curled up in the back of a closet or inside a boot or (eek!!) a pot or pan. This one had a much deeper colored, buttery belly than the last one I caught in the Flint Hills. Poor thing—my brothers are back this week and we had an exciting time fishing some snakes out of mom’s well and she is absolutely horrified at the thought of any type of wildlife lurking around the watery depths that humans might consume. She’s having the well tested and re-cemented at this time—when my brother passed around beers at supper last night and sneakily placed a glass of water in front of her, she literally shrieked out loud when she saw it, which caused the rest of us to bust up laughing to tears! (She’s terrified of snakes!)

We’ve had a fun weekend, restacking firewood and trimming/moving brush and trees off some land where a pathway winds through a woodsy area. The guys grilled some elk and beef that came from my cool Uncle Darrell’s Hunter Friend (not the one that killed the Clutter family in Holcomb KS). It was all really good— we were starved from the excitement of treble-hooking snakes and bringing them up from the damp depths of hell as mom wringed her hands and screeched from across the yard!

Here is Edward, nearly completed--just have to fix neckline, more buckles, better face-painting, and trim the wig!

Note to Self:

When creating an "Edward Scissorhands" costume, don't scissor your OWN hand with a scissor.
I might also add, don't lock yourself out of the house and try to reach up in the pre-dawn hours (hoisting your body with a bad back) clamboring through your bedroom window via the use of a FOLDING chair.