Oh Brother

It seems as though I super suck at posting.  I get on a roll and then I drop it.  Sometime I think that my laugh-a-minute life has nothing to offer my readers. 

One problem may be that I have started to read my Grandma's journals, which contain mostly weather information.  Seriously?  Did anyone think that someone in 2011 would want to know the barometrtric pressuer of Cohasset, MN in 1987?   However, it has inspired me to write my own journals because Gram, & Grandpa (or Pa) depending upon which generation you're from, kept a daily journal yet they left out key details.  For example, they would say: "So and so finally left.  Odd relations with him".  What?  Why were there odd relations with him?  With you?  With Grandpa?  What? 

So, I decide to write a daily journal like Gram and this time I'm being brutally honest.  I'm not going to say "our feelings were hurt" without explaining why.  Actually, the Girl asked that I write a journal so that she and her kids could read them when they were my age.  I vow to be brutally honest.

In other news, I'm back to Handmade Christmas/Homemade Crazy.  I'm making a quilt for the Girl that's made from hankies from many women throughout her extended family.  I'm crocheting an afghan for The Boy.  It will take every spare second I have as I managed to choose a stupidly small stitch.  Please send a nuke to my house.  I want to  make something other than jam or jelly for Dave's step-Grandma other than jam or jelly.  My first option was a doily from one of her recently deceased sister's pattern books, but I managed to mangle the first one.  What do you get for a 94 year old woman?  She recently moved into an assisted living facility.  Exciting and depressing all at the same time.

So much much much to report.  I'll get on it in the near future.  We have a new girlfriend for the boy,  A change in career for the BFF's, and the "puppy" is driving me insane.