Creative, Industrious, and Crafty

So, lately I've been blog-surfing. I've come across all sorts of blogs where the writers are the most creative, industrious, and crafty ladies! I realize that they probably don't blog about the boring parts of their lives (or maybe to them, what they blog about IS the boring part of their lives!), but I have been so inspired! I want to CREATE! I want to be industrious! I want to CRAFT! But not the hokey Relief Society crafts that sit in the corner.

So I'm going out to the thrift stores, antique stores and Real Deals to see what treasures I can find. I'm going to re-tool SOMETHING! I already have a couple of ideas brewing. Now, I just need to put these plans into action.

Check back and I'll blog about them soon.

I'll also blog about other stuff.

And since I'm such a procrastinator, don't think my "soon" will be in the next few days.

Calling all doctors....

And wannabes are welcome!

I have been suffering from insomnia for the last couple of weeks.

Any suggestions out there?

We've got a 10-14 in progress!

Last night, Darrell and I were dead asleep, when we were both awakened by glass breaking.

In our house.

We both woke up, very quickly. What were we to do? A couple of months ago, there was a home invasion a few blocks away and the startled home owner was shot and hurt. If not killed. Dead.

Darrell grabbed his weapon of choice. A golf club that he keeps by the bed for these types of emergencies. He told me to stay in the bed room, holding the phone, and to dial 9-1-1 on his command. As I sat there, hearing my heartbeat as if it were broadcast over a loud speaker, I was fearful that I wouldn't dial 9-1-1-"Talk" correctly. Would I remember which button was "Talk?" Would I remember how to dial 9-1-1?

A few moments later, but what seemed an eternity, Darrell came back into the room. He told me about the vandalism that had occurred in our kitchen, while we were sleeping.

I took a photo of the carnage.

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Yes. It's true! The Christmas plates my mom gave me had fallen to the floor. The 3Com hook we bought couldn't hold them any more. It gave way and the plates went crashing to the floor. Not one of the three was salvageable. So, alas, we have to throw them away.

It took awhile for my heart to stop beating 5735 beats per minute.

Darrell reminded me that none of this would have happened if I had put away the Christmas decorations last weekend.

I guess we all know what I'm doing tomorrow.

Cheesy, but worth it!