General Discussion & Chat: ۞ Sweet Interruptions ۞126, 1 by FruitOfTheVine

FruitOfTheVine wrote:
Hey Sissies, Thanks for the warm welcome and belated B-day wishes. Jaye, you were right, this is one great group of caring gals. Ya'll bear with me, it's gonna take a while to remember the in's and out's of everybody's lives and your many talents but I'll get there. I didn't add interests to my profile because I thought somebody reading them might think I was dowdy. But at this point who cares? I want all of you to get to know me better.

Going antiquing and yard sales rule! I collect antique French paperweights, old Blueish Green Mason jars, and primitive tools. I've been an avid knitter since I was 8. Just took up needle felting last year and am still in the learning curve. I paint, enjoy making glass mosaics projects, crafting with anything handy, and decorating our home inside and out. Since I was a piano performance major a 100 years ago I also love any and all music, My CD collection ranges from Classical to Bluegrass, Jazz, most any instrumentals, and 1960-1980's Rock & Roll.

BJ, loved your beautiful bouquet.

Marilyn, your G-babes are beautiful.

Deborah, We have a half-moon shape on the side of the garage leading to the straight stretch and a curvy kidney-shape at the road. I mentioned to Ronnie my DH that I didn't think we even needed edging. He's the master weed whacker anyway who never leaves a blade of grass out of place.

Guess it's a guy thing to wanna build something. He's in the process of restoring 6 Early Broncho's Ford only made from 1966-1977. Every now and them he needs me to hold a wrench or bleed the brakes. Now that's exercise. And did I mention I don't need my clicker anymore since I lost my parking space in our almost new 2-car garage currently housing his automotive tools and 2 nearly 40 year-old's! LOL

If anybody remembers the writer's name that managed to keep his edging pure without plastic or rocks or concrete or landscape timbers (ugh), paleeze let me know.

And Sydna, if you're up in the middle of the night I might just be on here. My normal sleep for the past 9 years has maybe been 4 good hours at a time, in no particular order of time. Could be 5 pm to 9 pm, could be 10 pm to 2 am, could be 3 am to 7 am. You get the idea. Been that way since I was 42 and the big M hit. Somebody should take MEN outta that word, since they don't have anything to do with it. PAUSE would be perfect by itself --- pause the sleep, pause the metabolism, pause the mood, pause the energy, pause the memory. There's probably another pause...but I forget! So I guess my weird sleep patterns make me a sort-of insomniac.

Oh, my 13 year old Pug, Peanut, is a rescue. He's deaf and almost blind but in no pain. Mickey my Yorkie was my DH's Christmas present in 2005. He weighs a whopping 5 pounds. This is a photo I took of him on his third birthday 06-November-2008. Spoiled rotten and he's a motorhead constantly at my DH's heels in the shop. We affectionately call him The Beast. I've had dogs all my life. He's by far the smartest and smallest dog I've ever owned and am convinced he understands every word.

It's still in the 70's. Such a gorgeous day for us, I was sooo tempted to plant more flowers today but know our last freeze date isn't til May 10th. Gotta go since it's time to fire up the grill for cheeseburgers.

See everybody later, who knows I may be back at 4 am?!