If Crocheting Was Exercise, I Would Be Fit

March 27, 2011 ~ JodiLea ~ 2 Comments

Novelty Yarn Packages of Yarn I would be very fit. And I could justify my yarn addiction to my husband who really loves it when I’m fit.

Instead of working out in a gym, I sit comfortably at home while I work out. Even catch up on my soaps. My best girlfriend, who is also a yarn addict, sometimes comes over on the weekend and we chat while we work out. Life is good all around.

Working with yarn is therapy for me, it helps me stay mentally fit. So far knitting has not replaced my meds, but I haven’t killed anyone, and many babies and friends have nice hand-made blankets, hats and scarves.

I actually get a rush when I’m in the yarn section at Micheal’s. Wal-Mart has a good selection of yarn too. [Don’t waste your time looking in Richards, Target and CVS. They don’t carry any.]

When I gathered up my “left-overs” from past yarn projects over the years, I filled up two huge plastic comforter protectors. I took them down to my mom’s with me to keep me sane. I made 5 blankets and my sister made 2. There is half a bag remaining. I am so proud that I controlled myself and only bought yarn twice to piece together 2 granny square quilts. I think I have 2 more baby blankets worth of yarn left. I’ll keep you posted!

BTW If you have easy patterns (beginner level) for cool baby stuff, please share! I am pretty sick of the ones I’ve been using.

Thanks! 😉

If I Could Live Anywhere

March 26, 2011 ~ JodiLea

Caribbean Beach

Topic #81 – finish an old draft. OK, I will finish Topic #69: “If you could work from anywhere, where would you live?”

That’s easy! Grenada.

That island has the best beaches and tropical weather in the South Caribbean. My house would be on a secluded beach, I don’t remember it’s name, but it was far away from tourists and as perfect as a post card. Of course my little beach house is equipped with 5G wireless Internet service so I can telecommute, post blogs and do serious research for my novel(s).

Sigh… It could happen if I hit the Mega Million Jackpot. I would buy my little beach house and furnish it all tropical-but-girly. I would sunbathe in the early morning while I drank my coffee and read the newspaper. After breakfast I would write in my comfy office with the ocean view.

If I don’t hit the Jackpot, I will have to save up for a vacation in Grenada and spend the rest of my life in the mountains with the man of my dreams.

I can live with that.

An Ode to Mom

March 20, 2011 ~ JodiLea

In case you wondered where the #@!! I’ve been, or if I flaked out of the postaday2011 challenge, I assure you that you haven’t read the last of me. I spent last week at my mother’s bedside instead of my laptop. I can blog anytime, but mom would soon be gone forever.

This week I have the time to blog, but I am writing something else. An Obituary. Mom passed away on Tuesday, so I am already behind on this assignment. Sunday’s local newspaper will have one obit. I am writing a different obit for mom’s hometown newspaper in West Virgina. She has family and many friends back there who deserve to know.

I knew my mom since I was a little kid, so this should be a snap, right? Ha!

I think the closer you are to someone the harder it gets. Perhaps you know too much and the problem is narrowing it all down. And how much is enough? I could not afford to write all I wanted to in California ($7.00 per 25 characters). West Virginia had a flat rate for whatever you wanted to send them, so guess who will read more and see a photo to boot?

The obits are almost identical. A couple of things were left out and some added to the one being published in West Virginia. I needed to filter out stuff that her kin would not approve of her [women] doing (i.e., gambling, fast cars …). I also added the High School she graduated from.

Don’t forget about the most important part of an obituary: the survivor list. Why must we be recognized in an obituary?. Because we are stuck here without our dearly departed (who are not going to read the newspaper anyway), and we want everyone to know we’re hurting.

I love and miss you mom!

Nita McGuire — Nita Joyce (Browning) McGuire 1937 - 2011