It's All About Rachel

As it should be!

 Shopping at American Eagle.

 She is so patient with her picture-taking grandmother.

 Then it was Spa Day.

 Let me tell you; If you live near Redding CA, come to Oregon Street and ask for Sarah!  She will make you feel like the queen that you are!

This treatment almost made us fall asleep!

Out Came The Sun And Dried Up All The Rain

 So the itsy bitsy dog went out to play again!

 Hello Kitty!

Hey!  The kitty won't come down to play with me!

The Danger Of Being Cooped Up In The Rain

When A person can't go out to play, that person might play "Stage Decoration."

...and make her throne look more like one fit for a queen.

                                                          I think Yorick looks good there, don't you?

Rainy Days & Mondays & CT Scans Always Get Me Down

Only one more delicious treat to drink.

 Off to the doctor place.

 Put on the stylish fashion gown.

 Proceed to the radioactive room.

 I am going into this washing machine that talks.  I can't help but notice that everyone else runs out of the room when they turn this machine on.  I don't care because I have already been nuked by the xray machine at Halverson's Shoe Store when I was a kid and had a great desire to look at the bones in my feet every time I passed the store.

 This guy is going to interpret the pictures they took of my insides.

Then I had to see my doctor for antibiotics to fix this spider bite, and Surprise! he already had the results of the CT on his laptop.  I am not dying, but I have two spleens.  Extra spleens run in my family.  Ain't technology wonderful!

Come And Snoop Awhile

This is my dining room.  If you like to snoop around in other people's homes as much as I do, come on in!  I just put this addition up in the corner.  I got it at an estate sale.  It is actually a pot rack, but I am using it for... um, This.  The ceiling is high in here. I think this room was an after thought.

I make these tags and hang them on the ceiling fan chains. My house is full of dangly things.

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Below are more fan-dangles!

I like a grape motif, Don't you?

I Can See My House From Here

What?  You can't see it?  It's down there in the holler.  You can only see it from this spot on the road.  And only in the winter. 

Still can't see it?  OK, I'll hit the zoom.

There it is.  Oh Em Gee!  I see a house up in the forest.  I have never seen that until this minute.  Even from the air!  IS that a house?  I'd better find out who that is.  And do they have binoculars.

Update.  I drove all around on the ATV and didn't see that house!     ??????

My Excuse Is The Robot Doctor

 There is a reason I have been MIA.  It is at the bottom of this post.  However it is not at the bottom of my cluttered up mind, as you will see.  While my mind was filled,  I Kept my hands busy making the Tag above.
And the beads below.

 These beads are made of paper.  From Enjoy Magazine, to be exact. 

 Just cut a loooooong triangle, roll it up on a tooth pick and slather with Mod Podge.

 I also made this scrapbook page of my son's first haircut.  I am right on top of things in my usual efficient way.  This event took place in the summer of '69.
Sounds like a song, doesn't it.
                       "Got my first haircut,
                       In the summer of '69!
                 Screamed until their eardrums bled.
                  Screamed until my face was red."
                           (my apologies to Brian Adams)

 This is what has been going on in my world.  The sweet little lady in the bed is my mama.
She was diagnosed with endometrial cancer. 

 This magic man with his Super Hero Robot Machine cut it out.  He only left 4 itty bitty snips in her tummy.  She is resting comfortably, now that we convinced her to take the pain meds.

When we were little, she would straddle us, (lying on our backs on the floor,)  putting her knees on either side of our heads, pinning our arms down under her ankles and administer whatever meds she or the doctor felt we needed, while we screamed bloody murder.  I threatened her with this and she decided to take her stuff.

Now we wait for the pathologist.
She's 85, but she ain't your daddy's 85 year old mama.