party post mortem ….

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those of you who know me, know that I could never leave well enough alone. I do not let sleeping dogs lie – I am a scab picker – and I will scratch it until it bleeds. hmmmm have I missed any other metaphors?

so, yes I admit it – I made a green salad and I also sliced up a watermelon.

I will also admit that I threw half of the salad out. Which means that someone at that party, and maybe more than one someone, ate green salad.

It was a marvelous affair. They all seemed to have a great time – even when a food fight involving chocolate Costco sheet cake broke out. And no, Kathleen was nowhere in sight.

as an aside —- go over to Kathleen’s site and ask her for her telephone number. Kevin has a wonderful speaking voice – you should get an earful of him on their answering machine…..quite sexy.

Tonight I am off to Spinning Guild where I will be procuring one Drum Carder — hip hip hooray!

frustrated freak

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I make one lousy control freak.

before I tell you this, I want you to know that I am a very good hostess. I throw nice parties. People have said so. I always have too much food and it gets loads of compliments. I spend a lot of energy planning and cooking for a party.

Daughter #1 seems to have rejected this entirely. Not only is today her 18th birthday (~sob~), but also the day she and a friend are co-hostessing a get together before they all go off to college.

Yesterday I went with the two of them to Costco. I told myself it was so that they wouldn’t have any trouble using my card (which believe it or not, the cashier checked). In reality, I wanted to make sure that they bought enough of everything they needed.

They went their way to do shopping and I went mine. We met up later on — at this point, the other girl’s mother arrived on the scene to do some of her Costco shopping.

So I take a look in their cart and tell them that they forgot to pick up side dishes (because this is a teenager’s party, I am not going to insist on homemade potato salad and coleslaw – the Costco brand will be fine).

The other mother says – "Oh, the kids never eat that stuff anyway".

And all the girls agreed. And "No", they didn’t even want a green salad.

They are serving hamburgers, hot dogs and Doritoes.

There are about to be 25 teenagers here at my house for the next six hours and this is the menu.

I am sick to my stomach.

What is a control freak to do?

Posted by ann

good morning glory!

I have a few pictures to share with you – they represent the weekend’s fiber endeavors.

On Friday, Joy came over to light a fire under my ass in the spinning department. Months and months ago, I bought and spun some alpaca. Well, I finally finished spinning it and then Joy showed me some plying techniques. Click here for a close up. I have 206 yards of it — any thoughts?

She also got me to do a little stash diving and now, I am in the middle of spinning some great roving that I bought at Maryland – last year! ~I have to get this stuff finished before Rhinebeck~ Here are the details – it is 50% wool and 50% mohair. The color is called Red Turnip. If I remember correctly, I think I fell in love with the name and yes, I am that shallow! Care for a closer look?

While being face down in a pile of stash, I came across two skeins of Decadent Fiber – I forgot to take it outback with me during the photo shoot, so pictures tomorrow. I completely forgot I even had this stuff. Please tell me this happens to everyone else too! I am thinking of knitting this [thanks craftybitch!] After I get the pictures up, perhaps you will either tell me it’s perfect or give me some good ideas.

Anyway, gotta run — Daughter #1 is having a bon-voyage party here tomorrow and things need to get done. Why not let her just do it herself? Because they need to get done MY WAY.

knock knock

who’s there?

control freak ……

Brooklyn Tony

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Brooklyn Tony ON GETTING OLDER

Brooklyn Tony was sitting on a park bench munching on one candy bar after another.

After the 6th one a man on the bench across from him said, "Son, you know eating all that candy isn’t good for you. It will give you acne, rot your teeth, and make you fat."

Brooklyn Tony replied, "You know, my grandfather lived to be 107 years old."

The man asked, "Did your grandfather eat 6 candy bars at a time?"

Brooklyn Tony answered, "No, he minded his own fucking business."