A Clear Transfer to July...

I can't believe it's the seventh month of 2011 already.
I can't believe I am even still talking about crafts and such ....

Yesterday, I was to meet up with a chum of mine, for lunch and bring her a 'test' decoupaged terra cotta pot to view up close and personal...
I had the pot in a cloth bag. As I began to get out of the car, the bag slipped from my hand. I heard a crack heard around the world. I peeked in the bag--several pieces of decoupaged terra cotta stare back at me.

Oh well. My chum and I still had a great lunch. We spoke of pots, her push for me to post about pots on every blog known to humankind, and then my next project may be mosaics. My chum says she wants a mirror for her bathroom and can't wait for me (really the cat) o become a 'brand'!

Out of all that, I've learned I can make clear transfers from regular ol' packing tape. I did a pretty good if I do say so myself. However, later today, I will make a photo image transfer from contact paper use in you kitchen shelves....

Stay tuned.

In the meantime, I have a couple pots to paint, then out dee door.
Things to do.
A strawberry limeade to savour!

Wired Wednesday

Haven't been here in a few days. For one, I had a paper due on Monday which I completed on time. Until I receive a grade, I have 96% in the class, and this is its final week. GLAD! Kinda tedious, yet just a jolt of fresh air after the last class. UGH.

On this day, I ponder the new paper I must write by this coming Monday, and my portion of a paper for the team project--which we have not even discussed, except it's over General Motors. There's a final exam I gotta take which has a time limit of 3 hours. I've read some of the text--not ALL, and I will before the exam. That's gotta be done by Monday too.

Hmm. Then my writers' group meets Saturday and must have critique done and the exercise of 200 or so words for it. I also wanted to have a draft of one of my stories for my novella to share--yet I don't know when I can get that done. And the play, I think I mentioned that's due Sept. 1.

On top of all that, I realized how tired I am being broke. God does provide my needs, so I make it. I get fed--which my hips brag about. So do the cats. Yet, I want to go to New York for the weekend. Why NOT? Takes money. This house has drained me. Wait, that's not really true. The mortgage payment itself is great--the taxes and that yahoo stuff dampens the sidewalk. I'd like to get rid of the car's payment--Something has really got to give. I'm considering giving up the cable, heck I've lived on less....

I think of the business ideas. Small in stature, yet could be big in returns and would fun to do.

Peach pie anyone? Cute cat calendar? Cute cat night shirt? Pot holder...?

Outside of that, I am going to play I mentioned a couple weeks back on Friday night--looking forward! In fact, someone else offered to drive me there and back, since it's a good 20-25 miles and I'm good at getting lost--I hopped on that. The someone who the ride is actually the male lead in the play-so I KNOW he knows where he's going! :)

Well, kinda wired on a Wednesday....

And nothing that a little Sonic Strawberry Limeade Chiller can't cure...all's good!

Sizzlin' on Sunday

Got me a Strawberry Limeade. Would love chips and queso too. Alas will do with salad.

Woke up this morning and didn't really want to get out of bed. I almost 'called in' church. Yet I got up, ran late and arrived just as the choir began. Turns out the Pastor Rickie Rush, of MY church, Inspiring Body of Christ Church, had a blood transfusion this week. In fact, last Sunday he was spunky, yet not all the way--I wondered if he felt bad. Pastor Rush admitted he was in pain last Sunday and had trouble breathing. He's not told us all what was wrong, yet he was losing blood internally. The doctor told him Tuesday, she couldn't promise him he'd be out of the hospital to get to church on Sunday.

Well, Pastor Rickie Rush was. And so was I.

I'm amazed by my Spiritual Walk, more so I never thought I'd have one. Since I'm surprised, folks who have known me forever must be just as surprised--if not more so. Some of them acknowledge, ask me questions and ask if I'd pray for them. Others don't say a word. And that's OK. All this just helps me learn--and that's a good thing.

Now, it's 4:16 PM Sunday afternoon. 100 degrees F---again. Gotta finish this Strawberry Limeade and do a little house and cat box cleaning--yea, the stuff that makes this Sunday so sizzlin'!

Twist

Kinda wish I had a twist of lime for-well-of course, with me, I'd buy 3 limes, use half of one and the rest would just rot.

Bad Thomasina.

Haven't been here in awhile. Did done the school thing, which included a paper due last night. I got it in. So quite tired tonight. Got another due next Monday--and I cannot wait until the last minute to do it.

Fretted about money. Yea, OK...NEXT!

Had to get my Coumadin level checked on Monday-which I call my POKE, cuz my finger gets poked for a drop of my blood. Ya know, to check if its too thick/too thin, since I have my little mechanical mitral valve clicking away inside me. Can't have any clots forming around it. Was in my range, so I don't have to go back for a month. Been doing the Coumadin since March 2006. Hard to imagine my life without it or the scar on my chest. Medal of honor in a way. I survived.

Wait--remember last week I spoke of Bear's Facebook's status was changed to 'married' and I text'd him congrats? Well, never heard from the guy until Saturday. Said he the account was hacked into by somebody who was trying to cute and funny. My thought: it was probably the female who wanted TO change that status to married. What made me feel good was, I was really OK with him being married.

Come a long way, Thomasina.

So as Dallas bakes in over 100 degrees F oven, I'm off to munch salad, pet a cat and give me a one night school break with aLOT of TV.

Twist of lime in a strawberry limeade....

Fast Food Splurge...

I don't head to fast food joints so much anymore--however after an after work errand today, why not stop at Sonic? Love their commercials! Plus I'll munch on their onion rings a time or two.

So when my car hop brought my grub, I became a ravenous cougar ready to shred her prey. For grins and for something other than my usual unsweetened iced tea with two packets of sweeteners, I ordered a strawberry limeade. Thought it would whet my whistle.

It didn't.

OK, should I have used the two packets of sweetener I woulda used in my iced tea for the strawberry limeade? Just to make it a little sweet to go with its tart? Guess that shows I rarely-like never- get limeades. Just sounded like something I would enjoy. COULD enjoy. And I debated between the limeade and the strawberry slush.

Shoulda got the strawberry slush. Well, until somebody schools me on how to savor a limeade.

Next time.