tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73220462242860557202024-02-07T11:27:02.147-08:00lil red needle boxJust like my real needle box, you can find a little of this, a little of that, and a lot of things I am passionate about...happyjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813374783636890739noreply@blogger.comBlogger264125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322046224286055720.post-2404504432705252742019-08-24T19:56:00.002-07:002019-08-24T20:24:33.521-07:00Never an Island...<br />
Living in the Midwest for a half century, I have seen the pain, loss, fear, desperation, helplessness, and confusion resulting from the devastation caused by tornadoes, flooding, and fires many times in my lifetime. I have helped how and when I could but at the end of the day, I admittedly could let it go and return home to a good night's rest in my own bed. I was lucky through all these disasters; I did not lose a loved one, a home, a furbaby, or a cherished family heirloom.<br />
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In 1993, Des Moines, Iowa suffered wide spread flooding of the city and, ultimately, the failure of our water treatment plant... but I had still avoided the brunt of a disaster. There was water in the streets but I could still return to my home. We had no flowing water for several days but I could still flush with rain water. We did not have potable water for 10 days but plenty was trucked in to distribution sites and I could collect our allotted amount daily. My basement had several inches of sewer water back up from over full storm drains and many things were ruined but I was still able to sleep in my own bed each night. My employer sat up a satellite location to conduct business with not much more than a laptop and a pen but I had porta-potties, food, and drink. We couldn't take showers in the heat of the Iowa summer but I was in a crowd of those in the same predicament. <br />
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The community of Des Moines and its surrounding areas pulled together during the flood and worked toward our common goal. Offers were posted by those that had wells or other water sources to do a load of laundry for you... rides were shared... couches were offered.... everyone shared what they had.... it was an amazing time, believe it or not. We needed each other and we were there for each other.<br />
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After the flooding, I was more cognizant of the kind of help that victims needed after a disaster and I adjusted my "helping" and its timing to be more focused on practicality. Physical limitations restricted me to certain activities but I was more aware of the right time and way to offer my assistance or help. For example, I may have a washer and dryer to donate but if someone does not have a house, immediately after the disaster is not the time to be pushing a donation of furniture or appliances. What they may need immediately is clean up supplies, child care, a place for a furbaby, temporary storage for what they can salvage, or place to sleep.<br />
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After the World Trade Center, I again adjusted my thinking and decided to take a few more risks and, hopefully, have fewer regrets about missing out on the knocking I would hear now and then at opportunity's door. My first daring adventure was to go to Mardi Gras with little more than a couple days notice and ride with people who had nothing more than a friend in common with me. I will never regret this choice and many of the others that followed.<br />
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I moved from the Midwest to... lets say "less friendly" community and during the decade I lived there, I continued to help during disasters, donating quilts to local groups or families in need, offering assistance, checking on friends and acquaintances that were alone or ill, and trying to be a good deed doer when I could. It was the right thing to do but it never felt right. It just never really felt good like it used to.<br />
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An opportunity prompted me to buy a property at the foot of the Saint Catalina Mountains in Tucson. The property and its view, for me, was of such peace, beauty, and awe - something my soul was desperately needing. My settling in has been slow and there are still boxes everywhere and not much on the walls yet. I have many reasons/excuses for my slow claiming of this new house but that is another story.<br />
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During my time in the Tucson, I have found myself in predicaments.... and needed some good deeds done for me (the reasons/excuses for the slowing settling in). With much trepidation and fear of rejection, I reached out and asked for help. My Tucson neighborhood has not ceased to amaze me with offers of assistance and even in the levels of assistance that were offered. Someone actually assisted me in doing a good deed for someone else!<br />
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I feel at home... its almost a "Des Moines-ish" kind of community feeling... and I am so very grateful for the odd collection of risks and opportunities that brought me to Tucson and allowed/forced me to get to know this community so quickly.<br />
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I, on the other hand, have been able to offer very little to others during their times of need but I feel that tide changing. Once I get through this last bit of clean up of some personal garbage, I plan to resume offering what I can and I fully expect I will feel wonderful about sharing in this amazing community.<br />
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Yesterday, I received a report of a wildfire in the mountains above my home. I am away from home helping a friend so there is not much I can do but watch and wonder... Will I be helping others in the aftermath or will they be helping me?<br />
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I pray that no one will need help with anything disaster related and the fire will be extinguished without loss of property or life. But just in case, I think Tucson is the kind of place I want to be if disaster must happen.<br />
<br />happyjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813374783636890739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322046224286055720.post-90961072680483857772019-07-01T14:15:00.000-07:002019-07-01T14:15:02.488-07:00Those self imposed rules and regulations<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjKY7pVK5e6fnV6466GR9AIgexhVDADKvdKsZoyvE-_rU9ifT3rFOllq3PveJXSal-dQXarkXinDTv1Kl7wX44BhyphenhyphendR-B0MtY_vhNcfAW2Ba007PxODKl2MwxkI9BZbpIHjVbtuG9lEHo/s1600/IMG_0156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjKY7pVK5e6fnV6466GR9AIgexhVDADKvdKsZoyvE-_rU9ifT3rFOllq3PveJXSal-dQXarkXinDTv1Kl7wX44BhyphenhyphendR-B0MtY_vhNcfAW2Ba007PxODKl2MwxkI9BZbpIHjVbtuG9lEHo/s200/IMG_0156.jpg" width="200" /></a>Its funny how our individual brains work and how we develop our own processes for solving problems. Some people go directly for the endgame and some consider alternate options based on urgency, time, finances, skill, difficulty, etc. I actually enjoy the challenge of finding a way to complete a project with things on hand, although I seldom manage it. And, being a Libra, I must also add the "contemplation" to my list of things to consider.<br />
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The functional reason for saving is that I will need it.<br />
What makes it really fun is finding alternate uses for the stuff I've collected. The explanation for the "alternate use" excitement is perhaps heredity.<br />
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Being one in a long line of collectors, I come by saving odd things legitimately. Some stuff I save for a while and some I keep long term. The "while" stuff gets weeded out every now and then but the stuff I deem INTERESTING makes it into the "long term" save.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirimGz_Gw-OT5INk_HqnzIS3nxcw1NT-twT6CQMgNyLWPXK27Xu-SLvkzBG3X8ZNU1w8oxpc1iud4vBk6OqM_kS3N-VkZ1McQCye8i_eYVKcNPD5NOUBscwdADWQtbIXbHmPYdo_zfBfg/s1600/IMG_0133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirimGz_Gw-OT5INk_HqnzIS3nxcw1NT-twT6CQMgNyLWPXK27Xu-SLvkzBG3X8ZNU1w8oxpc1iud4vBk6OqM_kS3N-VkZ1McQCye8i_eYVKcNPD5NOUBscwdADWQtbIXbHmPYdo_zfBfg/s200/IMG_0133.jpg" width="150" /></a>My brother once created a front grill for a Subaru Outback out of round chrome rods from a shelving unit. You will have to trust me that it was amazing because, unfortunately, I can not find the photo anywhere. If I DO find it, I will add it.<br />
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Back to me...<br />
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My home in Tucson, AZ has 2 skylights. The original purchaser of said skylights saved a few bucks and did not get skylight that protect from UV so, theoretically, I could stand in my bathroom and get a sunburn. That's not cool. Plus, the skylight space (inside the house) is usually pretty warm... ok, its AZ and I will be honest... it can get downright HOT.<br />
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The practical part of me will not let me install new skylights because<br />
#1 - I will NOT mess with a hole in the roof that is not currently leaking and<br />
#2 - said skylights are not broken (see #1).<br />
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Now what? One simply can not have a sunburn on their head... it hurts.<br />
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So I walk my property... peruse my materials.... and think... and plot...<br />
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I have established that the ultimate goal is to gain protection from that big yellow ball in the sky (heat and effects of UV) and solution must be secure through rain and wind. And whatever I do, at least part of the supplies MUST already be owned (somehow, this has become an unwritten and unbreakable LAW for all my projects).<br />
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Two days..... I pondered for 2 days.<br />
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I am ready. I gather supplies and work through the process in my head, making adjustments to the planned process. I am already aware that this solution will be temporary but as we are well into the hot season, I am PERFECTLY ok with that. Plus, maybe the "temporary" may be a longer period than I think.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuYnQDUVjfeDj4XbXGtyAWiJku8r83wp2lxdEoG-1UgqNkJ5bpUYTSBlheome-HOuK8coJFuBc24X9kND_KlfZzROYpbftrM1YXV-ZijMpXN1GgTYBfey8xR7g1PR3FvMjx3doPhObmYY/s1600/IMG_0134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuYnQDUVjfeDj4XbXGtyAWiJku8r83wp2lxdEoG-1UgqNkJ5bpUYTSBlheome-HOuK8coJFuBc24X9kND_KlfZzROYpbftrM1YXV-ZijMpXN1GgTYBfey8xR7g1PR3FvMjx3doPhObmYY/s200/IMG_0134.jpg" width="150" /></a>I am fully aware that this project is not rocket science, difficult, or even much out of the box. What I feel is important is that I appreciate and am thankful that I have the supplies, the knowledge, and the ability to find and safely execute a solution.<br />
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The wood and sunshade are left from other projects. And who doesn't own an electric staple gun and jigsaw? Note that I love this sunshade and have used it in many many projects, including temporary shading for newly installed plants.<br />
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I anchor my extension cord so it wont slide off the roof, put my phone in my back pocket, and safely set the ladder. I will not confirm or deny that these three items were reinforced with lessons hard learned.<br />
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I admit that the end result is not pretty but is it functional? YES. Absolutely YES!! And who sees the back side of my roof anyway?<br />
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Note that I tested one skylight opening inside the house on four days with similar interior and exterior temperatures (two test days before installation and two test days after).<br />
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<li>The shade structure substantially reduced the temperature inside the skylight tunnel by 8-10 degrees during the hottest part of the day. </li>
<li>The manufacturer of the sunshade claims protection from 80-90% UV rays.</li>
<li>The frame of the fashioned sunshade is cut to fit securely under the edge of the skylight's aluminum frame but is not attached to roof or skylight (see reference to leaking holes in roof and broken skylights above).</li>
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I am happy. Very happy. All goals have been met. And even though all items were basically used for the purpose they were intended, I still feel good about the solution.<br />
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The second skylight was treated to the same process a week later. A review of both skylight shades after another week confirmed everything is as it should be.<br />
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Again, I am very pleased with the results. <br />
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And yes, you may note that this is a new home. Its been a busy busy and very complicated year for me.<br />
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And while on the roof, I sat for a moment and took time to reflect on my gifts... to enjoy the mountains... to absorb the peace... And silently thank God for it all.happyjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813374783636890739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322046224286055720.post-52938048687683673072018-11-04T20:02:00.000-08:002018-11-04T20:02:07.894-08:00Crisp and clean, white and brightYou would think I would run out of closets to paint, but nope.... <br />
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When I move into a house, there are a couple things I do as soon as possible. <br />
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Cleaning the bathroom and kitchen are high on the list, of course, but the carpets and closets are extremely important for me to do soon after the health issues are addressed. <br />
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#1 - <b>CARPETS</b><br />
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I like to be as chemical free as possible but I want the carpets in a new-to-me home cleaned professionally. After that, unless unavoidable, I like to use minimal chemicals and do them myself.<br />
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#2 - <b>CLOSETS</b><br />
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Every single closet in my house will be painted a semi gloss white, two coats, before I put a single thing in them.<br />
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I usually find them scuffed and painted the same color as the closest room in an eggshell finish, or worse, flat paint. I repaint them even if I don't plan to repaint the room for several reasons, and not one of those reasons is because they smell like someone else's stinky shoes.<br />
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<i>Upside:</i><br />
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<li>The closets will be as bright as possible because the white sheen reflects every ounce of light it can, making it easier to see things. Its seldom that a closet has enough light. </li>
<li>The inside of the closet will always compliment/coordinate with the room paint, no matter what or how many times its repainted.</li>
<li>Two coats of semi gloss allows for years and years of cleaning without wearing the paint off.</li>
<li>I have yet to see a closet I've done this to that needed to be painted before I list a house.</li>
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<i>Downside:</i><br />
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<li>Painting a pantry or closets with a lot of shelving is a maneuvering challenge and I get a bit sore if I do too much all at once.</li>
<li>It slows the unpacking process. I allow <i>at least</i> a week for thorough curing after second coat before putting things on shelves because, sometimes, semi gloss can remain a bit tacky for a while. I do, however, go ahead and hang clothes in the painted closets a couple days after the second coat.... the shelves need the extra time to cure but the walls dry within a few hours... check your can.</li>
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As I do my round robin of first and second coats in the closets around the house, I can be painting rooms, cleaning, washing windows, unpacking the kitchen cabinets, bathrooms, arrange furniture, etc while the closets are either waiting to be painted or curing. <br />
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My process is to start with the pantry and bathroom closets, first coat. Then I may do a second coat on pantry and first coat on master closet, because I want my pantry as soon as possible and those shelves need extra drying time. Next, maybe second coat on bathroom and first coat on second bedroom. This order works for me but you will have to decide what closets are most important to you and start there.<br />
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I also put a sticky note inside the door with the date the second coat went on, just to help me remember.<br />
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I have never EVER been sorry I took the time to paint my closets before filling them. It might slow the unpacking process but I have not seen many people empty a closet once its filled so whatever color it is, it stays. I don't mind the color staying forever, I just want it to be white.<br />
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Note that the comparison photos were both taken at approximately the same time of the day with the hallway and interior light on.<br />
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No doubt, its a lot of work at an inconvenient time and, again, slows the unpacking process, but try one closet and see what you think.happyjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813374783636890739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322046224286055720.post-19193403537389547992018-10-25T11:10:00.001-07:002018-10-25T11:10:08.425-07:00If you must have one, enjoy it.I've been collecting these for a while and posting on my "funnies" page. They are everywhere but I love the more cryptic. To be honest, some have taken me much longer to decipher than others.<br />
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Please enjoy the more creative plates I've thus far been able to figure out.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A license plate is more than just a legal requirement:</span><br />
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On big expensive pickup: <em>IRS IOU</em><br />
On a large SUV: <i>MUTLVR</i><br />
From Arizona: <em>IMMELTN</em><br />
From South Dakota: <em>BYBY SNO</em><br />
On an old red pickup:<em> TONKA</em><br />
On an SUV:<em> REDY2LV</em><br />
On a Commercial Van:<em> BYMYXRY</em><br />
On a Scion Cube:<em> MACHZRO *</em><br />
On a Mini Cooper: <em>FAUXCAR</em><br />
On a Honda Fit: <i> HISSY</i><br />
On a zippy little car: <i>XQQQME *</i><br />
On an impacted person's car:<i> H8KEMO</i><br />
On a non-descript van: <i>EZ2SMIL</i><br />
On a shiny new 'Vette: <i>XLR8ION</i><br />
On a frustrated commuter car: <i>IH8I17 </i>(I17 is our main interstate) *<br />
On a brand new shiny Mustang: <i>MANOPOZ *</i><br />
In the doctor's parking lot:<i> CUT2CUR</i><br />
On a sporty compact:<i> VRROOM</i><br />
On a car with a loud sound system: <i>R3DRCKR</i><br />
On a small red car:<i> IMNRTIS</i><br />
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The stars denote my personal "winners" for successfully joining all aspects of the situation in the most comedic way.<br />
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I will keep looking, keep deciphering, and keep adding because they still make me laugh.<br />
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And if you need help deciphering, I can provide you with what I came up with.... let me know... or keep trying.happyjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813374783636890739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322046224286055720.post-28951932640850890422018-02-27T20:18:00.000-08:002018-02-27T20:18:24.532-08:00pepsi explosion<br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">Ok, its finally funny. I can finally talk about it.... and even giggle a little IF I imagine it happened to someone else.</span></span><br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">I had brought groceries home and was just putting them away when I dropped a 2 liter bottle of Pepsi. Not only did I drop it but it landed on my big toe. It should have hurt a lot because it fell upside down, meaning that the lid was what landed on my toe. Yes, it should have hurt. I am sure it should have hurt... a lot.</span></span><br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">But I can tell you in all honesty that I didn't even notice the pain. Why, you ask? Because when the bottle's lid landed on my toe, it broke.</span></span><br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">So why didn't it hurt?</span></span><br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">Because the fall/broken lid/etc activated the carbonation. </span></span><br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">Remember that broken lid? Combine that with carbonation and you end up with something that should be in a comic strip.</span></span><br />
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I watched wordlessly as the bottle spun in circles at my feet, spraying Pepsi around and around in an arc that drenched all four walls of my kitchen. And because the Pepsi was under pressure, it didn't just spray everywhere, it sprayed into every crack, crevice, and opening four feet from the floor. That means that the cabinet that was open while I was putting groceries away had Pepsi on the back wall and in and on every thing inside that cabinet.<br />
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And it didn't end there. Because my house had the old fashioned registers that were mounted on the wall near the floor, Pepsi sprayed into the vent system.... and dripped onto the basement floor.... and ran down the vent about 6 feet from the register. It even sprayed through the vent under the refrigerator and coated the motor.<br />
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And while it was spinning, it hit my legs, causing Pepsi to splash up onto my shirt and into my hair and on my glasses.<br />
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Hubby came running as soon as he heard the strange sounds. Bless his heart that he had the good sense to not laugh.... at least not right away. Like I said, its been long enough that I can finally laugh and ALMOST wished he was holding a video camera..... although I probably would have killed him if he had. I even think it would have been justified.<br />
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I can't tell you how long it took to clean everything up but I can assure you that post Pepsi, I had the cleanest kitchen in the state.<br />
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And yes, my toe did hurt... a lot... once the shock of the ballistic bottle of Pepsi passed.<br />
<strike></strike>happyjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813374783636890739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322046224286055720.post-27795061126154588242017-12-11T14:22:00.003-08:002017-12-11T14:45:14.132-08:00truth in labeling.... in a full disclosure kind of way<span style="font-family: inherit;">I recently decided to jump on the bandwagon and make a few sets of the widely popular "microwave" bowls. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Per the internet: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>"These bowl-shaped pot holders are the perfect thing to stack next to the microwave to prevent burns and spills. They're also great for watching television with a nice warm bowl of soup or chili. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">It is very </span>important<span style="font-family: inherit;"> that </span>you do<span style="font-family: inherit;"> not use anything except 100 percent cotton: cotton fabric, cotton batting, and cotton thread. Polyester and other synthetics are apt to melt and can even start a fire if used in the microwave." </span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So use everything 100% cotton. Got it !!! I have lots of scraps and batting that I plan to use for this project. I verified:</span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;"> </span><b style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">Fabric </b><span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">- Selvage says 100% cotton </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;"> <b>Thread </b>- Label says 100% cotton</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;"> <b>Batting</b> - Description says 100% cotton</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">Yet I hear of them scorching. again and again I hear this.... so I wonder.... </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;"><b><span style="color: red;">??</span></b> Did the makers not use 100% cotton? they swear they did. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;"><span style="color: red;"><b>??</b> </span>Did the users overheat them? Instructions say turn food after 2 minutes and no longer than 6 minutes total. they swear they followed directions.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;"><b><span style="color: red;">?? </span></b>Did food or oil spatters on the bowls cause it? Users swear the bowls were clean when used.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">Being a Libra, and having other annoying character flaws affected by this type of situation, I needed to understand why there was scorching. If everyone is doing everything correctly, how can there be scorching???</span><span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">Settling down with a couple sleepy kittens on my lap, I wandered the internet looking for answers. Unfortuntely, the kittens has plenty of time to nap.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">What I THOUGHT I learned is that something claiming 100% may not be 100% - 100% cotton. Does that make sense? No.... and I agree. </span><span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">While the batting IS 100% cotton, as claimed, the scrim attached to the batting may not be. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">I went to look for up-close-and-personal answers.... and found some disturbing info. Please be aware that I do not hold the box store that I used as a research site responsible for what I found....</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">If you look at the label on the front of the package or box of batting, you may see a claim of 100% cotton batting.... but when you look at the materials content (a section that looks like the tags on pillows) on the back or bottom, you may see poly content anywhere from 6% to 12%, based on the brands I reviewed. </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">Frankly, I was, well, just a bit put-out about this. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">Ok. I was pissed. For several reasons: </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">1 - I can't use my batting scraps for this project. Trust me this part was more upsetting than it sounds.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">2 - How can they say 100% anything when its not 100% what they claim. (I found a juice in the grocery store that claimed "100% fruit juice.... water added". I understand that water was removed and is benign but it is NOT fruit juice and it WAS added.) </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">3 - Will people receiving my bowls be reluctant to use them because they have heard of the scorching problem?</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">4 - Can I trust my research?</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">(see above reference to annoying character flaws....) </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">Now we are down to my stubbornness. My mind is somehow set in cement that I make these. I feel confident that I found a reasonable culprit for the scorching. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">New review:</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;"><b> Fabric</b> - Selvage says 100% cotton AND it has been washed and dried without fabric softener</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;"><b> Thread </b>- Label says 100% cotton</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;"><b> Batting</b> - 100% cotton per all labels, references, and website information</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">Thus I will go forth and make microwave bowls from the batting I deemed acceptable based on my (soon-to-be-patented) 14-point batting label verification process and purchased.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">WAIT..... How do I really know that the thread is 100% cotton? (eye rolling)</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">THINKING..... NO claims of scorching at the thread lines. We are good, right?</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">... Going forth and making. Stay tuned for photos!!!</span></div>
happyjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813374783636890739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322046224286055720.post-37084578191828192012017-08-31T20:15:00.002-07:002017-08-31T20:15:49.139-07:00Should I have a surgeon general's warning on my forehead?<div data-contents="true">
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<span data-offset-key="bpmr7-0-0"><span data-text="true">Why, oh why do I let this stuff upset me? Because I have already suffered my maximum capacity of incompetent clerks, phone operators, and strangers that pass in the night... or day? Because working in customer service type environments for so many years has lowered my tolerance level for inappropriateness, untruths, and laziness to just about ZERO? </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="bpmr7-0-0"><span data-text="true">I want to know why society makes us believe that one of these is apparently ok to say* and one is considered rude and offensive, even if both are true from the standpoint of the speaker:</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="cor8b-0-0"><span data-text="true">"Hello, beautiful!</span></span></div>
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Weeks ago, I binged a series on Netflix titled "the sixties". I remember bits and pieces of a lot of its subject matter as it was happening but admittedly did not really understand any of it... and I apparently did not pick up the highlights of the sixties in school or during my years SINCE the sixties. <br />
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I decided to further my Readers Digest version of "highlights of semi-recent history" by watching "the seventies" and "the eighties". Very enlightening. Apparently, I was too busy at the time to understand the impact of what was going on around me and remained pretty much completely resistance to absorbing the impact what happened in those years when it was offered as a review of history.</div>
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The efforts, as referenced in the series, made to promote acceptance of congenital traits gave me pause. I knew about them, yet I didn't. When they were happening, I really didn't understand why they were needed and what they meant. It seemed they made so much headway... until the next episode. <br />
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Yes, I was pretty protected from world events during my younger years and the disinterest of my parents in the issues of the day assured me that I need not be aware or concerned about what was happening on the other side of our front door.</div>
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So my life goes on while I digest and consider what I saw in the series.... I usually need time to consider and reflect before I really decide how I feel about things. But even during my contemplation, it seems we are still fighting the same fights.. over and over... never ending....<br />
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I play online games... how else do I get my Scrabble fix? Somehow, my game profile contains an old photo that I had posted somewhere and through internet magic, here it is. I don't remember posting it anyplace that was game related but who knows... maybe I did. And as I think we all do, I had chosen the photo because I thought it reflected a somewhat complimentary version of me. Who would post a photo of themselves after cleaning out a septic tank?<br />
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So it came... a new game and a new chat comment from someone I did not know and had never played before.. I expected "Hi, thanks for playing", "nice play", or "no vowels here" or something game related... No, I got "hello, beautiful".</div>
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I immediately thought "what the heck!" <br />
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It was probably innocent, right? He is probably laughing at his joke.... or maybe be meant it. Either way, why would he think that comment would be important to me?<br />
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<span data-offset-key="650jl-0-0"><span data-offset-key="ea2n6-0-0"><span data-text="true">The facial expressions with the "excuse me but you are ugly</span></span>" comment would probably arrive with a bit of distance between you and a slight look of shock or distaste from someone who has not ever heard this comment directed to them, because if it did, they wouldn't be saying it to anyone else. From this one, one walks away hurt and one walks away somehow proud of themselves. Bad... nothing but bad.</span><span data-offset-key="650jl-0-0"> But we all know there is no winner in this one. One is a loser because he is a jerk and the other is a loser <b>only</b> if he thinks he is... <b>only </b>if he let someone influence his view of himself.</span></div>
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True, I chose that particular photo. Is it considered vanity if I don't choose an uncomplimentary photo to present to the world? Did I set myself up to be judged? Did I invite this judgement? Am I letting his words alter my view of me or my world.</div>
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<span data-offset-key="ccq77-0-0"><span data-text="true">Consider the joke about men driving certain types of cars when they move into a certain age bracket. The implication I get from the joke is that the car makes the man be, or feel, something that his is, at that point in his life, not or is no longer feeling. The joke has, over the millions of times it has been uttered, become a judgment about <b>any </b>man that buys a certain type of car. Unfortunately, not all cars are purchased for this reason. Fortunately, some men that drive these cars are actually nice guys... Thus, some are judged correctly and some incorrectly. Bottom line, everyone is judging and being judged.</span></span><br />
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Is is humanly possible to avoid judging? Obviously, being judged falls under the "its someone else's problem". Should we allow those judging us to alter the view we have of ourselves? what if they are correct? I guess I must decide if I like myself, my attitudes, my life, and what I am doing with it. If I listen to him, consider his words, and decide he is right based on actual facts, then I think its my responsibility to decide if that's who or what I want to be. If I listen and decide he is wrong based on the reality of my life, I should maintain my course. What I shouldn't do is let him tell me who he THINKS I am and then start being what he said. </div>
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True, I listen when someone gives me a compliment I like. I am human that way. But my fear has always been that if someone were attracted to, say, my fancy car.... and for whatever reason, I lost what they were attracted to: the car, they way I can pull a cork out of a bottle... would they no longer be interested? Would the thrill be gone, so to speak?</div>
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I pretty much regret that I am this cynical. I would love to say that its not my fault. I know for sure that I was not born this way. If fact, that's one of the few things I know for sure: Cynicism is NOT congenital. It is result of experience. And not just one experience. Not even two experiences....</div>
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So here we are. I now find myself somehow pitying those that are no longer in their twenties with their butts glued to a bar stool and a cigarette hanging out of their mouth, still using the "hello beautiful" line. Is that they best they can do? It feels so... I don't know.. maybe desperate. So after about five seconds of contemplating his opening line, I already feel sympathy for him. <br />
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Thus, I judge him. Because I feel he judged me, I am suddenly the judger. How did that little role reversal happen? and so fast.... Maybe he was nervous.... instead of saying what he wanted to, "hello beautiful" just popped out.... or maybe the dog ate his dating notes. Regardless, is it that hard to just say "HI"? And I suppose, if you are that nervous, the conversation was probably not going to go all that well anyway. Sorry. Sorry I judged but see above reference to CYNICISM. I continue to try to be uncynical.... is there a 12 step program for that?<br />
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WOW, I am sounding old. Or maybe I am sounding wise. Probably intolerant. A lot impatient. Or maybe its just plain old fashioned cynicism. </div>
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For those that are still paying attention: for future reference<span data-offset-key="ccq77-0-0"><span data-text="true">, opening a conversation with me by making a comment on my congenital traits, like "you are tall... did you play basketball", will be met with definite internal, and possibly external, eye rolling depending on my mood. It MAY also get you a response such as "you are short... miniature golf?" And if you keep going, I might suggest that you buy a sleek, fast, new car. If you persist, I will ask you to do me a favor... most likely, I hadn't tested my pepper spray for a while... if you could be a dear and just step away from those other people, we will both see if its still active.</span></span></div>
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I<span data-offset-key="ba9eh-0-0"><span data-text="true">f you are a friend, and you know who you are, go ahead and tell me I am grumpy and no one else in the world would complain about getting a compliment... go ahead and say I am cynical I will tell you I don't care and we will have a glass of wine and laugh about all those life experiences that made us what we are. </span></span><span data-offset-key="ba9eh-0-0"><span data-text="true">I already know how you feel... And you know how I feel... no explanations are necessary. </span></span><br />
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A photo from cousin's wedding.... I love this photo for every reason and no particular reason.</div>
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<span data-offset-key="aeen8-0-0"><span data-text="true">This time, I was under the spell of a bottle of wine and Elaine's snake eyes. I think I was hypnotized and by the time I came to, the shackles were already around my ankle and I was trapped. </span></span><br />
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Last year's Coordinators, lets call them <span data-offset-key="aeen8-0-0"><span data-text="true">L and B, met with me at a Denny's a few months ago to discuss the process, the paperwork, and hand off a stack of lovingly organized forms, lists, and maps. </span></span></div>
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T<span data-offset-key="aeen8-0-0"><span data-text="true">hat day, L and B shared their experiences, both ups and downs, and gave me a list of suggestions to make my term as Coordinator smooth and easy (my words, not theirs). The girls had faced a few challenges due some very unforeseen circumstances, as they had to jump in at the last minute and take over for someone who could not complete their term as Coordinator. I listened intently, took notes, <i>and wondered, more than once, if it was too late to move to another state. Could Elaine find me if I moved?</i> </span></span></div>
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By the way, <span data-offset-key="aeen8-0-0"><span data-text="true">I swear I saw L and B dancing on their way to their car as we left Denny's, twirling each other around and singing and throwing their hats in the air. I thought they were acting odd so, of course, I yelled at them to see if they were ok... they stopped, looked at me, then simply disappeared. I think they ducked and hid behind cars in the parking lot. What was that all about ??? <i>Do quilt guilds participate in reciprocity if I high tailed it out of town?? I could dye my hair... speak with an accent.... Could I trust my friends to not turn me in?</i></span></span></div>
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In the last several weeks, <span data-offset-key="aeen8-0-0"><span data-text="true">I made a concerted effort to work through the documentation and process based on the information L and B were able to compile from prior years and organize into something amazing for me. <i>Then I considered the weather in southern California. No... that's not far enough away... Georgia is too humid.... and it would have to be somewhere without mosquitos...</i></span></span><br />
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To soothe my nerves about all of this, I spent a few hours using the skills I picked up at my old job on a couple of the forms and letters, clarifying a few statements, moving a few things around so it made more sense to my little pea brain, and making a few formatting changes. Do what makes you feel better, right? <i>Maybe southern Illinois? No, they get too much snow...</i><br />
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Today was the first official meeting of the quilt show committee. <i>I suppose its too late now that I finally figured out where I could move.</i></div>
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Now, because you and I are all such best friends, I am going to tell you a little secret: I didn't announce this position prior to today because there was still that chance that I could get moved out of state in time... <i>or maybe I could have had the dog eat all the paperwork.... Daisy had already agreed to do it for me if I put some peanut butter on it for her.</i></div>
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Elaine, thank you for offering me this position! </div>
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Celebration may involve another bottle of wine <i>but it will have to wait until YOU are in another state. I hear you might be working on trapping some volunteers to man the AQG booth at other events</i>.</div>
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2018 is the 40th Anniversary of AQG so the theme for the 2018 quilt show is, of course, Ruby Extravaganza! What a perfect year for me to be so involved because ya'll know how much I love RED and there should be a TON of red quilts there!</div>
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happyjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813374783636890739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322046224286055720.post-5955607551688507942017-07-25T13:51:00.000-07:002017-07-25T14:05:12.826-07:00Exemplary vs Complacent<div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0">
<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">We all hate dealing with the health care system. I mean truly HATE... but its a necessary evil. We need them. And sometimes, we need them desperately. We moan about costs and rules and regulations but when faced with something serious, we certainly change our tune. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">I had an accident in March. The accident, a fall from a fairly substantial height, could truly have been life threatening, actually it could have been life ending, but I was blessed to walk (sort of) away with ONLY broken ribs, bruises, and minor lacerations.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">The myriad of complicated tests completed by the hospital confirmed that internal organs, including circulatory system, heart, lungs, spleen, liver, kidneys, etc, were not ruptured or damaged and that there was no obvious cranial or spine damage. I am appreciative of the level of care I was given that night. And because by the time I arrived at the hospital, the pain was so intense that I could not catch my breath, I was extremely grateful for the pain meds that I was given to allow me to rest. I am thankful for their compassion and concern and patience with my panic. I really am.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">With no reason to hospitalize me and my pain under control, I was sent home and told to rest... no core activity for weeks. I was told recovery would be gradual, should be complete, and could take 6-8 weeks but because of my existing health issues, they were unsure if that timeline would hold true for me... maybe a little longer, maybe not.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">Fortunately, the bulk of the healing process was slightly shorter than the hospital's billing cycle. (do you think they do that on purpose?)</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">The hospital bill totaled almost $25,000. I was shocked! SERIOUSLY!!! For four-ish hours in the emergency room with what turned out to be no serious injuries? But they could have been. They could have been serious... even deadly.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">Once I AGAIN reflected on how lucky I was, I admitted my appreciation that the tests could be done and could verify that no serious damage was done... Again, I was truly thankful for the service and compassion they provided.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">I sighed, pored over the billings (there were several), determined the amounts I was responsible to pay after insurance paid their part and the appropriate adjustments were made, and paid my part.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">Thankfulness kicked in again. I considered the total cost of the accident, the portion that my insurance took care of, and the tiny part (comparatively speaking) I had to pay.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">I learned three things from this experience... check the ladder BEFORE using it, quit complaining about insurance rates, and that I actually DO know the difference between broken ribs and pulled ribs (which I experience on a far too frequent basis) without an x-ray.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">Fast forward... I receive a bill from the hospital saying I still owed another $850. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">Puzzled, I called the hospital billing department to inquire about this outstanding amount. Of course, they pointed the finger at the ins company. I called the ins company and gave them the reason provided by the hospital. They were confident, unperturbed, and pointed back at the hospital. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">The ins company's service was exemplary, explaining they would sent a note confirming my co-pay was the ONLY thing I should have to pay. I responsibly noted names, dates, times, and explanations of both the hospital and the ins company, satisfied that this should be resolved.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">Fast forward... I receive a bill from the hospital saying I still owed the outstanding $850 WITH the accompanying threat of collection agency involvement. Collection agency? </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">Another call to hospital with same explanation given before. I explained what the ins company said, reading from my notes. The hospital's response was No, No, NO.... YOU OWE US. I asked if they could conference the ins company to discuss. NO. I asked for a supervisor. While I waited, I grabbed hubby's cell phone and got the ins company on his phone....</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">With a cell phone on each ear, I waited for the supervisor at the hospital and brought the ins company, aka Audry, up to speed. Ins company Audry was as disheartened as I - we see this all the time, she soothed. Ok, she said, you are ok.... we will get this figured out, she assured me. Audry was confident and I could feel her strength through the phone.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">Hospital supervisor, aka Heather, came on and said she read the notes and then repeated the explanation I had heard over and over. Ins company Angel Audry (upgraded title) assured hospital Heather that this was, in fact, not the case and went through a list of mathematical notes on the account and concluded with the amount the patient should pay... NOT an additional $850. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">Hospital lackey Heather (downgraded from just hospital Heather) explained that she would need a "letter" confirming the patient's responsibility. Angel Audry said one was sent.... Lackey Heather said she would look in records..... (wait for it, waaaiiiit foooooorrrr ittttt)</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">I am sitting on my bed with two cell phones, one twisted so that voice of one was near speaker of the other, listening to them discuss. Lackey Heather would not speak directly to Angel Audry, but kept saying my name in her sentences. I asked if Heather could hear Audry and she said yes. A privacy thing? not sure since I was on the phone too.... maybe Heather didn't want to get her shoes dirty talking to Audry while she was sitting on her high horse. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">Lackey Heather's tone suddenly changed.... In all its glory, the "letter" was apparently there, sitting all lonely and ignored.... not acknowledged, not recognized as important, not considered in my "outstanding balance", and not even attached to my "records". Hmph. Come down from your horse, Lackey Heather!</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">Lackey Heather said, covering her A$$, that she did not process these items and that she wasn't sure what happened... she did try to clean it up by saying that she would alert the billing processers of the existence of this letter, that she would follow up with me when it was completed, and that she would extend the billing cycle so the balance would not be sent to collections.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">Trust me when I say I will follow up with Lackey Heather to make sure the balance is zero and request a letter saying that this situation should NOT be an issue with my credit bureau score.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">But still, I am grateful for the hospital staff's care, compassion, and concern during my visit.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">HOWEVER, the billing department and support staff could use a bit of training/refining regarding the storage of documents, their application to accounts, staff initiative to complete a bit of research into repeated concerns by patients prior to blowing them off, and their ability to apologize. As you can tell from my thinly veiled sarcasm in the last half of my story, I am a bit bitter than this situation went as far as it did. HOWEVER, Heather has a chance to earn an apology from me.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">Back in the "day", I could almost predict a customer's level of honesty by the decibel number their voice would reach during their attempt to convince me of their version of a situation... the louder they yelled, the less I tended to believe them. In most situations, honest information was presented calmly and persistently and lies were presented in a bullying fashion and in excess - sometimes several times a day. And just as often, their anger is their undoing... they end up slipping up and telling you enough of the truth to allow their house of cards to fall because with anger comes a lack of control... oopsy. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">Another situation I experienced regarding health care was during a recent out-patient surgery for hubby. I was reading a book, sitting patiently waiting for the pre-op prep to be done, expecting to be called back to see him and the doctor before the surgery. This is what ALWAYS happens and what I was told I could expect when we arrived. Suddenly, I notice the time and ask how much longer it will be - was there a problem? They look at their computer, blink, and say he is already in surgery. WHAT? I started crying, probably a result of surprise, shock, and frustration. No pre-op talk with doctor, no seeing him before he goes in, nothing. I flash to anger. But... I needed to ask questions of the doctor, I say. They ask if I want the surgery stopped so I could talk to the doctor. SERIOUSLY? I am overwhelmed with this information. I wasn't called back and they are gong to stop the surgery that we had waited so long for... no, no. I sit down and cry, trying to sort this all out. A manager type person comes over with hubby's nurse, who is horrified, and apologizes, offers a drink, and they respectfully leave. About an hour later, manager-type brings me an envelope and says they are really sorry about everything that happened and there is a gift inside that hubby and I can enjoy. The envelope contains a card signed by the manager expressing her apology, her business card, and a Starbucks gift card for $5. They couldn't fix what had happened and I know that. It was an emotional event that needed time to resolve itself. However, putting the price of $5 on it was almost offensive. I think I would have felt better about the whole thing if they would have apologized, offered a drink, and checked on me again later to see if I needed anything. Af</span></span><span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">ter all was said and done, I think the $5 gift card made the biggest impact on me and not in a good way. I still snort when I think of the gift card... Neither of us frequent Starbucks.... Can you even buy something at Starbucks for $5?</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">Heather, I understand... stuff happens. We make mistakes, have personal issues, work loads, t</span></span></span></span><span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">ime constraints, limitations set by management, etc, but trust your gut.... sometimes, the customer/patient IS telling the truth and yes, in fact, the problem COULD be on your end... it happens. No one, and no system, is perfect and most often, a little bit of digging can clear things up - either the truth will come out or the dishonesty will be confirmed. Either way, you will have done your job, helped another human, and both are the right thing to do... and most certainly, Karma will log your efforts. A patient should not have to "tell mom" and force you to look into a repeat concern. With only a slight amount of effort on your part, I would be singing your praises instead of offering up my thinly veiled sarcasm/frustration regarding your part in this little drama.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e82sn-0-0"><span data-text="true">Audry, I send you additional good Karma for your strength and support!</span></span></div>
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Several months ago, my brother, Jay, passed away after suffering a cardiac arrest and brain death. Once it was determined that he was no longer really with us, the organ donation process was started, per his wishes. When all was in place, we would remove him from life support, let him go, and send our prayers with each of his donations, wanting the recipients to lead a full and rewarding life as a result of his gift. It was an odd feeling... we were heartbroken to lose our son, brother, father, grandfather, and uncle but satisfied that he could still bestow these gifts upon those that needed them.<br />
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Of course, I understood the organ donation process.... someone donates their stuff and someone else gets the stuff. Sounds simple, right? What I didn't understand was what it takes to give gifts of this magnitude.... and what it is to receive them.<br />
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I won't lie. The donation process was long, uncomfortable, and well, awful. I felt I had ran through every ounce of emotional energy to get to the point of making the decision to let Jay go. By the end of the donation process, I was not sure I could go through it again... or if I wanted to donate my organs and put my loved ones through the process even though I was fully conscious of the fact that those that received the benefit of Jay's organs and tissues had been far more uncomfortable for far longer than I. <br />
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The benefits of Jay's donations were realized almost immediately. We were advised that his kidneys were successfully gifted to two gentlemen the very next day and that they were doing well. Yes, I felt some gratification. We were told the remaining tissue would be treated and stored until it was needed and could help many individuals, including burn victims.<br />
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But the process still sucked. It seemed like we had been in limbo <i>forever</i> as we waited to make the decision to let Jay go and for the donation process. It went through my mind that we could quit... back out... I wanted it over... I knew we wouldn't... I knew we couldn't... but it didn't stop the desperate thoughts.<br />
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It seemed that for months, my thoughts of my last moments with Jay were related to the donation process. I was a little resentful this uncomfortable process replaced the memories I wanted to hold on to from those last hours with him. As they say, time heals all and I learned to move those memories around and focus on the ones I wanted to remember. The sharp edges of the donation process softened and my life moved forward. I had no idea that this would all come back to me with such a velocity that my world would be forever changed.<br />
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My husband, a retired firefighter, has suffered with the traditional problems of long-time firemen: bad knees, bad back, and bad shoulders. Each year, his range of motion was decreasing and his pain was increasing. <br />
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His right shoulder was repaired a number of years ago without incident and it was time to repair the left shoulder. However, complications popped up. <br />
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While three of the ligaments could be repaired, the ligament that runs along the top of the shoulder and is attached to the ball was so damaged, and had been damaged so long, that repair was impossible. Years ago, the only option for this type of situation would be full shoulder replacement. Shoulder replacement was complicated, possibly a short term solution, and required a long recovery period.<br />
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Fortunately, advancements in modern medicine included development of a consistently successful grafting of a two sections of tendons. Cool!!! Let's do it.<br />
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This morning, we prepared for surgery, arriving timely at the surgical center and feeling like we knew the routine since we had done this before.<br />
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This afternoon, my husband received a section of dermis, specifically a section of tendon, from a donor. This donor section was grafted to the damaged end of his tendon and the surgeon was able to rebuild the attachment to the ball of the shoulder.<br />
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I hadn't even considered how a section of tendon would just magically appear at the end of the surgeon's scalpel to be grafted to my husband's tendon. I am sure they mentioned it at some point..... didn't they? Then I considered it. And that's when it struck me....<br />
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An organ donor.<br />
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This evening, my husband is home, in his recliner, looking forward to being able to use his shoulder again.<br />
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An organ donor.<br />
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Someone passed away and their family waited patiently, and probably uncomfortably, while the process was initiated and completed.... and their efforts helped my husband. <br />
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Did that someone's family also pray that the recipient of the tissue would lead a full and rewarding life with their gift?<br />
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While I waited for the surgery to be completed, I further contemplated the lives involved in this exchange. I could have looked at it as just a surgery. No, I couldn't. Perhaps prior to my brother's death I could, but things seemed different to me now. When had they changed? Maybe my brother's final gift to me was an awakening... an appreciation of the things I could so easily take for granted... or not even notice.<br />
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Of course, the donor's information is private and protected but I knew they must have wanted to help others by giving what they could no longer use. They gave to enrich the lives of others... they gave to people they did not know. They gave regardless of color, sexual orientation, or religion. They gave everything they had. They couldn't give more. They had to be a good person... how could they not?<br />
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I considered my husband.... a good man.... a fireman. A man who chose a career that required him to risk himself to help others. He helped others without knowing their name, their age, or if they likes artichokes. He let kids wear his helmet, offered help on the side of the highway, and pulled a Great Dane and her puppies from a burning building. He was a man who was viewed as a hero but wanted nothing more than to never, EVER hear another alarm. He was a man who continued on, knowing his knees and back and shoulders were being destroyed.<br />
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Ok, so we have a tissue donor and a recipient. But it seems more than that. There is a circle here somehow... someone helped someone who helped someone.<br />
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Perhaps I am feeling that this particular circle is more personal than it really is. Perhaps it only matters that I am grateful for the two parts of the circle that is in my line of sight: the fireman... and for the donor... two people who gave so much... two people that most likely never met.... but two people who gave as much as they could. <br />
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Perhaps I would like to believe that, on some cosmic level, I can see this circle in its entirety. A fireman helped the donor. The donor helped a fireman.<br />
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It could have so many names: <br />
Karma...<br />
Paying it forward...<br />
Kismet.... <br />
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Doesn't really matter, I guess. The important thing is that I now understand about the giving of what can not be bought... and the receiving of what can not be sold. I want to be part of this wonderful cycle... No. I want to be part of many of them.... now and forever.<br />
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To the family of the donor... thank you... and I understand.happyjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813374783636890739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322046224286055720.post-18427056205651161322017-05-16T20:47:00.002-07:002017-05-16T20:48:37.517-07:00Why do I do this to myself?I just can't leave well enough alone....<br />
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Hubby will need to have surgery on his shoulder at some point in the future. In the meantime, he is to wear a sling to support his arm and, mostly, to remind him to NOT use the arm for most applications. <br />
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These slings are ugly things... but why not? They are supposed to be medical appliances, not fashion statements. Ours, left from a previous should surgery, is washable, making it somewhat acceptable<br />
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At the end of the day, it serves its purpose and is durable... as long as it can be laundered every now and then.<br />
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Fast forward to hubby needing to attend an event end of this week. And event requiring a suit.... and a sling.... an ugly sling.<br />
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As he is strategically placing the sling to wear on the plane tomorrow, the blinding light I saw was something to behold as an idea formed in my head. <br />
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What if I covered this ugly sling with something more appropriate?<br />
I mean, its not your basic black... <br />
Its not fun... <br />
Its not stylish...<br />
Its just... well, its ugly.<br />
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But hubby is leaving tomorrow on a super early flight... did I say tomorrow?... super early!!<br />
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Why do I do this to myself? Why, oh why? I have plenty of other things to do today. Its not like I am spending the day languidly lying on a chaise lounge, watching soap operas, eating bonbons, and sipping champagne.<br />
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But I forged ahead anyway... <br />
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Its kinda ugly, I mentioned. Would he like it covered with something nicer, I asked. <br />
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And of course, he responds with "YES". He did not respond with "Do you have time?" "Will it be hard?" or "Don't spend the day doing that for me!" <br />
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To be honest, even if he had, I would have done it. I am stubborn/crazy/self-torturing like that.<br />
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We discussed options for a covering.... black? something appropriate for the event? something fireman related? something fun? H<br />
e chose fun so we discussed subject matter. Without hesitation, he said "Old cars."<br />
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So I peruse my stash, pulling car related fabrics for him to consider. There was no hesitation... the fabric was chosen and I went to work.<br />
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Without much time to shop, I knew I had to make do with what I had on hand. An old black t-shirt and some doll supplies were used for the strap, and luckily, I had some black Velcro on hand.<br />
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Because it was ill constructed, it was easy to take apart and I figured it was easier to dismantle to use it for the pattern. At this point, I decided it would be easier to just make another one from the pattern than to cover the existing one.<br />
Bada bing, bada boom!! A sling that makes a statement!!<br />
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It is finished and I am not only amused by it but pleased with the results. There were a couple moments of panic but it ended up going together well.<br />
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And I put the original sling back together for him to wear until the event.... something to wear without worry of spilling on it or getting it dirty. It's either the boy scout in me or the "mom" in me, I guess.... be prepared for probable outcomes.<br />
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Is there a market for cool custom arm slings? I want to make another one with cats or dogs on it!!happyjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813374783636890739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322046224286055720.post-49642291831621991072017-04-22T20:08:00.000-07:002017-05-16T20:50:12.109-07:00Thrilled with the contrtibutions!I offered some of the faux doggie vests just prior to Easter, offering to mail the vests at my cost with a donation of any amount to the post-secondary education account I set up for my niece and nephews after my brother, their sole provider, passed.<br />
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I received three adorable photos of poopies sporting their vests....<br />
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How cute are they?<br />
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I am thrilled to announce that contributions totaling $230 were made to my niece and nephew's education fund. I am so happy with the results that I plan to offer more items soon so stay tuned !!<br />
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From the bottom of my heart... THANK YOU !!happyjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813374783636890739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322046224286055720.post-85382621143172435782017-04-20T20:02:00.000-07:002017-05-16T20:49:48.467-07:00The little dogs will be dressed well too !.... the saga of the faux vests for the doggies continues.....<br />
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I had needed something to do with my hands due to the passing of my brother and the two broken ribs I suffered in a fall. I do better staying busy but because of the ribs, I was limited in what I could do.<br />
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I stumbled upon the idea for neckerchiefs from spending time with a BFF in February. It was something I could do that didn't take a lot of concentration and I could still be productive. Fortunately, I had all necessary parts and pieces to make the faux vests.<br />
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As a result of my efforts, I was able to donate over 70 faux vests and neckerchiefs to the Rescues for their use at Adoption Events. A vast majority of those vests fit large and extra large dogs.<br />
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And that was wonderful. I was happy and satisfied.... the dogs would certainly by "stylin'"....<br />
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....but what about the little poopies??? tthe smaller dogs would be attending the Events "naked" if I didn't act quickly.... so I grabbed my scissors once again!<br />
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As I was cutting, I made a private commitment of donating the smaller sized faux vests in the name of CB and MI, who had also generously contributed to the post-secondary education fund I set up for my niece and nephews. I felt this important as the kids had lost their sole parent when my brother passed.<br />
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I gathered my supplies and spend an afternoon cutting the vests, collars, and bowties from my pre-selected fabrics while binge watching on Netflix. I just started cutting... and I kept cutting.<br />
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I delivered over 50 faux vests in smaller sizes to a Rescue representative. I am proud and excited to be able to provide this service to the dogs and as thank you to CB and MI, who are definitely "dog" people.<br />
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All for the poopies !!happyjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813374783636890739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322046224286055720.post-55449865155495316562017-04-17T19:35:00.000-07:002017-04-17T19:35:03.052-07:00New Years Day Mystery QuiltYes, I am extremely tardy in posting this but some things can't wait and some things can. <br />
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I love doing Mystery Quilts, which is when you are give quantities and instructions periodically in steps but you have no idea how the quilt will actually look when its done. Mostly, you just pray for guidance and hope for the best. Sometimes you win, and sometimes you just aren't sure.<br />
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When given the quantities for the New Years Day project, which was intended to be finished in one day, I looked through my fabrics and picked a fabric that I really just wanted to use up. I looked around for bits and pieces that I thought would coordinate well but was well aware that some of the quantities were only marginally enough based on the information provided by the quilt designer.<br />
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The main fabric that I wanted to go was a bit of My Little Pony fabric that was leftover from what, I have NO idea... it had been that long. I had my pile of fabrics and considered them long and hard before beginning. I decided that I chose it and I was going to go with my gut.<br />
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Near the end of assembling the blocks, I knew I was running dangerously low on some of the fabrics... especially the bold turquoise but I forged forward and made sure I cut carefully and made no mistakes.<br />
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Not knowing how a quilt will look in the end really hampers me in trying to predict the final outcome of the fabric choices. Its all about balance but there is a learning curve in predicting balance.<br />
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The blocks were finished and the turquoise was used up and I was pretty happy with the quilt but the size was a bit small. So I tried to make it larger....<br />
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That's where I think I made my mistake: I added a border of My Little Pony on each end and then threw in a row of flying geese and another row of the Pony fabric. <br />
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I think it really needed a bit of turquoise between the geese and the Pony fabric but there was no more and I really wanted to use up the Pony stuff.<br />
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I used the striped fabric for the binding and while its not really ugly, it could be a lot better if I had used some yellow to warm it up and more turquoise because the overall color palette is cool.<br />
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It still needs to be quilted and it will get done... hopefully this summer... when its hot and I spend all day in the studio (which is no different than any other day I can sneak away for a studio day).<br />
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They say there is no ugly quilt so I suppose the beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I am sure that someday, I will meet some little girl who will think this is just the cat's meow!!<br />
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If you meet this little girl, send her my way !!!<br />
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Make someone's day !!<br />
<br />happyjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813374783636890739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322046224286055720.post-45930674124931667332017-04-16T19:28:00.000-07:002017-04-16T19:28:04.093-07:00Happy Easter!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJaKN3N00bZRM9EUglKLnLXN3Xv4NuzGabqgVKpPv01wTj7aiurkrUvaGshhDbpLUivGVmu6mwSHE29s69OVXmudDXW_Zj9-EkwUOMq7B3nf9MUEsCgmvh3LjMNnmqEarOGUP8Ymnt1VE/s1600/100_2151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJaKN3N00bZRM9EUglKLnLXN3Xv4NuzGabqgVKpPv01wTj7aiurkrUvaGshhDbpLUivGVmu6mwSHE29s69OVXmudDXW_Zj9-EkwUOMq7B3nf9MUEsCgmvh3LjMNnmqEarOGUP8Ymnt1VE/s320/100_2151.JPG" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJaKN3N00bZRM9EUglKLnLXN3Xv4NuzGabqgVKpPv01wTj7aiurkrUvaGshhDbpLUivGVmu6mwSHE29s69OVXmudDXW_Zj9-EkwUOMq7B3nf9MUEsCgmvh3LjMNnmqEarOGUP8Ymnt1VE/s1600/100_2151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a>A somewhat funny (funny only after years have passed) but true story: <br />
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I bought a house from an older lady during the summer and the next spring, I finally got around to cleaning out around the outside of the house.... You know the drill: <br />
<a name='more'></a>raking winter leaves and pulling out plants I didn't like. <br />
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One bush had something inside of it... I couldn't tell what. Of course, I couldn't leave well enough alone!<br />
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I stuck the rake under the bush and pulled it out. <br />
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I knew immediately what it was from the stench. It was a long forgotten Easter egg (of the hard boiled type).<br />
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I couldn't use the front door for DAYS - it took that long for the smell to dissipate even after being hosed down several times. I felt sorry for the poor mailman, who delivered to a box next to the front door. I think their creed is something like 'neither rain, nor snow, nor dark of night' or something like that. There is nothing in there about rotten egg STENCH!!<br />
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Per the neighbors, it had been YEARS since there were little kids associated with the house (kids or grandkids). That made me wonder just how many years it takes for a hard boiled egg to decompose? I also wondered why an animal didn't eat it? Perhaps hard boiled isn't as tasty to them as fresh. <br />
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Another hard learned lesson that I will NEVER forget: beware of non-descript oval objects tucked under bushes !!!!<br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>to you and your family!</i></span> </div>
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It's not all about the candy though... <br />
Remember the reason for the season!</div>
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<i>Daisy modeling something from our spring line.</i></div>
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<i>Daisy is a beautiful big-boned girl</i></div>
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<i>weighing about 100# and wears a LG.</i></div>
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<b>EFFECTIVE 4/11/17, ITEMS WILL NO LONGER BE SENT IN TIME FOR EASTER</b> but will continue to be available while supplies last. <br />
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We are all out shopping for our traditional Easter bonnets..... well, maybe not.<br />
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Sadly, I think the days of Easter bonnets are pretty much over. I don't look great in hats but LOVE seeing others wearing their Spring bonnets!! Its a tradition that I enjoy. Don't you just love seeing little girls in their bonnets? And the elderly women... they wear them with such panache!<br />
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I do think most shop for something for Easter, or Easter dinner, or at least for spring. <br />
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My question is: what is your dog (or poopie as I call them) wearing for Easter? Nothing? How fair is that?<br />
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My faux vests for the poopies have been so popular that I have decided to offer them to you!! And they even have a faux pocket for their watch !!<br />
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I know a lot of people do not dress their furbabies but even an "undressed" dog can look cool. <br />
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Sorry I don't have anything for the girls yet... maybe soon!!<br />
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For a <u>contribution amount of your choosing</u> to the<i> Jay Barton Memorial Fund</i>*, I will mail your poopie vest in plenty of time for your dog's Easter dress-up. This offer will expire in 7 calendar days (to ensure receipt by Easter) but may expire without notice, however, <u>all completed transactions will be honored</u>. <br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Here is how it works:</span></b><br />
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<b>1. Choose a vest from the photos in this posting, based on size and preference.</b> Vests are made of a durable wash and dry polyester non-ravel fabric with a Velcro closure and is NOT intended to be used to restrain. <br />
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<i>Please be aware that the vest should NOT be left unattended as the adorable "bone" button(s) may create a choking hazard to children or dogs.</i> <br />
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<b>2. Visit any Wells Fargo branch and deposit your contribution into the </b><i><b>Jay Barton Memorial Fund*</b></i><b>,</b> account # 9703925777, nicknamed For the Kids. Remember that you choose the amount of your contribution. Save your transaction receipt.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgum2dIetKc-E6CUhpYZgCPiYOYwQeIqajT5o48FtdybkugXuKHRQCWthAHKYdWmMj4xhYDduy90AR-7gPelDMdXD4gYEMokaQv_PdQzg0lqkTjRFtL22p0vMvT6oNME8GFIKASzla9bE4/s1600/100_0069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><i>Contributions may be made by check or cash at any branch or via remote banking if you are a WF customer. </i><br />
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<b>3. Email your contribution transaction #, along with your name, address, and the vest you desire to me by clicking on this </b><a href="mailto:jax2127@msn.com" target="_blank"><b>link</b></a> or <a href="mailto:jax2127@msn.com">jax2127@msn.com</a>. The transaction number can be found near the middle of your receipt, just above the date. <br />
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<i>The number of each style available is noted behind its code. Please list first and second choice. If no second choice is noted and your chosen style has been depleted, you will receive another style of my choosing in the appropriate size. Note there are TWO photos of size MEDIUM.</i><br />
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<b>4. I will verify your transaction number and mail your very special vest</b> within 48 hours of your contribution. I will also update the posting photos based on supplies. Sorry we cannot ship outside the 48 contiguous states.<br />
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<i>Vests will be mailed first-in, first-out. Please know that styles may vary slightly from photo.</i><br />
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<b>5. Enjoy</b> the <i>adorable</i> that is your doggie in Easter duds. <br />
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<i>I would love to see some photos of your puppies in their finery!!</i> Please FORWARD your photos with your poopie's name!<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Size </span><b><span style="font-size: large;">XS</span></b><span style="font-size: large;">, fitting necks 7" - 9".</span> </i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Size </span><b><span style="font-size: large;">SM,</span></b><span style="font-size: large;"> fitting necks 9" - 11 1/2".</span> </i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>SMjacquard</b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> (</b><strike>5</strike> <b>4)</b> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><b>SMnavy (</b><strike>5</strike><b> 3) </b></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><b><span style="font-size: large;">SMblack (5) SMknit (5)</span></b></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Size </span></i><b><i><span style="font-size: large;">MD</span></i></b><i><span style="font-size: large;"> fitting necks 11 1/2" - 15".</span></i></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">MDbox</span></i></b><i><span style="font-size: large;"> <b>(1)</b> </span><b><span style="font-size: large;">MDstripeR (2) MDstripeW (1)</span></b></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Size </span></i><b><i><span style="font-size: large;">MD</span></i></b><i><span style="font-size: large;"> fitting necks 11 1/2" - 15".</span> </i><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">MDpolka</span></i></b><i><span style="font-size: large;"> (2) </span><b><span style="font-size: large;">MDbrown (1)</span></b></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Size <b>LG</b>, fitting necks up to 20".</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span><i>Choices include (cloxkwise):</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>LGstripe (1) LGjacquard (</b><strike>1</strike><b> 0) LGbox (1) LGwave (</b><strike>2</strike><b> 1)</b></i></span></div>
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* Monies contributed to the <i>Jay Barton Memorial Fund</i> will be used solely for post-secondary education for Jay's minor children, Jayson, Jeff, Jack, and Bryanna. Thank you for helping these kids.happyjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813374783636890739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322046224286055720.post-73058206161379262842017-03-31T23:00:00.003-07:002017-03-31T23:22:27.516-07:00My brother, Jay<span data-offset-key="6hfgh-0-0"><span data-text="true">My brother, Jay, recently passed away at the age of 52 after suffering a fatal cardiac arrest. I am honored to be the sister of </span></span><span class="_247o" data-offset-key="6hfgh-1-0" spellcheck="false"><span data-offset-key="6hfgh-1-0"><span data-text="true">Jay</span></span></span><span data-offset-key="6hfgh-2-0"><span data-text="true"> and I am proud of the donations of organs and tissue he has provided to help countless families lead a longer and better life. </span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="6hfgh-2-0"><span data-text="true">As a part of my grieving and healing process, I have complied my own obituary of sorts from information I hold and things I have heard people say about Jay over the last several weeks.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6hfgh-2-0"><span data-text="true"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i>Jay was born May 23, 1964, in Minneapolis, MN.</i></span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i> </i></span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i>He lived most of his childhood in the Des
Moines, IA area and moved to Denver, CO in 1979, where he spent the remainder
of his life.</i></span></span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6hfgh-2-0"><span data-text="true"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i>Jay’s passions were music (loud, of course), motorcycles, fishing, and spending time
with his family, raising his four youngest children alone for the last three
years.</i></span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i> </i></span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i>He loved his morning coffee, old
cars, collecting antiques, and the Broncos.</i></span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i>
</i><i>Jay was known to be just a “bit” st</i><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i>ubborn with a stern low voice, even when he was teasing.</i></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="6hfgh-2-0"><span data-text="true"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i>Jay was talented, creative, devoted, and loyal.</i></span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i> </i></span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i>There was nothing Jay could not learn, do,
fix, or build. </i></span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i> I heard Jay's boss that that Jay had the ability to change things around him... houses, cars, motorcycles, and yes, even people... and always for the better. He made a difference to so many lives in so many ways.</i></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i>Jay’s heart was as big as his 6’5” frame as evidenced when
he helped his entire neighborhood get to the grocery store during a
particularly wicked snowstorm.</i></span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i> </i></span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i>He was
admired for his work ethic and was often heard to say, “there is nothing wrong
with going home tired and dirty and knowing your family is taken care of”.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i>Jay’s family and friends often fell victim to Jay’s late
evening calls and middle of the night texts. </i></span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i> </i></span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i>His mother especially looked forward to
hearing his “Hi mom, how are you?” during these calls.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i>Jay crossed peacefully across the bridge and through the
gates on February 27, 2017, taking with him a piece of all those that love him.
</i></span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i> </i></span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i>As Jay’s youngest daughter, Bryanna,
said, “my daddy has angel wings now”. I know he is on the other side of the bridge, rockin', ridin', and fishin' with his angelbrothers and others who have gone before him.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i>Jay’s last gifts to this world was the organ donation of his kidneys to two families and tissue, such as cornea, spinal cord, long bones, tissue, etc, which will benefit many who suffer catastrophic things such as burns or facial disfigurements. I am proud to be his sister.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><i>Jay is survived by his children, Krystal, and Jayson, Jeffrey, Jack,
and Bryanna, along with his mother, Barbara, and his siblings, Jacki, James, and Juliann,
one grandchild, nieces, nephews, cousins, and other relatives and friends who
love him and will remember his always..</i></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6hfgh-2-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="8jctm-0-0"><span data-text="true">The four minor children are together and safe and it is our family's intent to keep them where they are and support the wonderful family member that has asked to share her arms, heart, and home with these children. Funds have already been gathered for legal expenses and the costs of immediate needs for the children. </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6hfgh-2-0"><span data-text="true">However, due to the lengthy illness that proceeded Jay's passing, he could not leave a secure future for his youngest children. </span></span><span data-offset-key="8jctm-0-0"><span data-text="true">If you feel moved to help me assist with the post-secondary education for Jay's four minor children, Jayson, Jeff, Jack, and Bryanna, I have set up a Memorial Account at Wells Fargo Bank. Donations may be made by check to me or at any WF location and applied to Wells Fargo "For the kids" Account #9703925777. Should you make a donation at the bank, please let me know so I can properly thank you.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="8jctm-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="b5cq3-0-0"><span data-text="true"><i>Our family is asking that everyone be trained in CPR and I have been advised that the WF location where Jay suffered his fatal cardiac arrest is pursuing CPR training for their branch.</i></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="8jctm-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="b5cq3-0-0"><span data-text="true"></span></span>CPR: learn it and use it. CPR can save lives.</span></span></div>
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happyjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813374783636890739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322046224286055720.post-71113943940182263102017-03-30T12:36:00.000-07:002017-03-31T22:44:33.649-07:00Helping the poopies get adopted !During a recent trip out of town, a BFF stopped by our house while we were away to take care of the three girls (Daisy, Freeway, and Tessa). It was time to thank the BFF for helping but I knew my BFF wouldn't likely be happy if I thanked her with money and a simple "thank you" didn't seem like enough. As a light bulb went on over my head, I knew I had the right idea ! I chose to thank her by helping something that is close to her heart.<br />
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The BFF had been volunteering for years with the Animal Shelters and Rescues in the Phoenix area. She helped with fundraisers, promoted adopting rather than shopping, walked the animals, helped with adoption events, and worked one-on-one to socialize them with humans and other furry beings.<br />
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I considered several options of items I could make for the Rescues, factoring in the limitations the broken ribs and pain meds I am needing these days. Simple sewing was a possibility as long as the project wasn't big... or heavy... or complicated.... or needing precise stitching.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZJGDgmOJUNobLo1HiZd7vbW1GM-Yny_CMZffwtgGRpVE5XXYtX9HPngNYslJ3Ix8LY-Zqb4UyapMCICL5hTgAUN8c3LSEyj7QbL-I8udY3a56efKt5i9CmP6jo-yESNMnBzUaPSKf2dU/s1600/100_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZJGDgmOJUNobLo1HiZd7vbW1GM-Yny_CMZffwtgGRpVE5XXYtX9HPngNYslJ3Ix8LY-Zqb4UyapMCICL5hTgAUN8c3LSEyj7QbL-I8udY3a56efKt5i9CmP6jo-yESNMnBzUaPSKf2dU/s200/100_0024.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMq6SAQotD8cd9tUDX_a0uJqRr5t4lJTn7_YphX1mD6QIetdpocskvatVV390DGbLz4IvcritjnwaZjMK00VGdt8-L40wUUSQJEEUtgYFK_LZhdi8U-bguA6Q11IrPCmg8xTggfEtvAo/s1600/100_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMq6SAQotD8cd9tUDX_a0uJqRr5t4lJTn7_YphX1mD6QIetdpocskvatVV390DGbLz4IvcritjnwaZjMK00VGdt8-L40wUUSQJEEUtgYFK_LZhdi8U-bguA6Q11IrPCmg8xTggfEtvAo/s200/100_0023.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZJGDgmOJUNobLo1HiZd7vbW1GM-Yny_CMZffwtgGRpVE5XXYtX9HPngNYslJ3Ix8LY-Zqb4UyapMCICL5hTgAUN8c3LSEyj7QbL-I8udY3a56efKt5i9CmP6jo-yESNMnBzUaPSKf2dU/s1600/100_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>I searched through my polyester fabrics with neckerchiefs in mind, thinking that super simple ones would require nothing more than cutting. <br />
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Plus, the polyester fabric is almost indestructible and does not unravel or rip easily so hemming would not be required. <br />
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I made 32 of the standard triangle neckerchiefs in different sizes for the doggies to wear at the next adoption event and sent them off with my friend after expressing my sincere gratitude for stopping by to feed and play with my girls while we were gone.<br />
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This time around, I wanted something better than the simple neckerchiefs I had previously made. Back to the drawing board and bins of polyester fabric I went, looking for an idea than wouldn't tax my sore ribs and fabric to make it all work.<br />
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I found a pattern for a fairly simple faux vest pattern with a collar and a bow tie that would work with the poly fabric and also found some cute doggie themed buttons I could use.<br />
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As I am 3 months into a personal de-stashing event myself, I was determined to use only items in my studio and I was happy to find everything I needed, including the velcro.<br />
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I picked out a few pieces of yardage that would look good as a "vest" and started cutting, following up with cutting out the collar pieces. I decided that almost all of the vests should have red bow ties because I love red !!!<br />
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I was able to donate 75 of these adorable vests to the Rescue in the name of M. Lester, who gave so generously to the fund I recently set up for the education of my deceased brother's four minor children. M. has a soft spot in her heart for animals too, as I think she loves and cares for every animal that comes to the door of her home in the country.<br />
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M, I think they turned out pretty cute!!<br />
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We even caught one of the doggies modeling one of the vests for us !<br />
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Help a furry friend out !!happyjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813374783636890739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322046224286055720.post-25285061059783353632017-03-17T09:41:00.001-07:002017-03-17T09:41:27.626-07:00DIYing all over the Soap Dispenser<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDOa1dHBZLYPwhRkBC1a_kgLyLizM593aHI4lZq8_e0Z9fJIWVl7JLY4bcYJDbqLa6KRa4gvVrOQzqMu7MxGp27XsSn_zR8-oJiQmrjCI9zmbLGZP1rOLIlJQzxp7AYY0z467VOCD8Zbs/s1600/100_2138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDOa1dHBZLYPwhRkBC1a_kgLyLizM593aHI4lZq8_e0Z9fJIWVl7JLY4bcYJDbqLa6KRa4gvVrOQzqMu7MxGp27XsSn_zR8-oJiQmrjCI9zmbLGZP1rOLIlJQzxp7AYY0z467VOCD8Zbs/s400/100_2138.JPG" width="300" /></a>I purchased a bathroom set that included a tissue dispenser, soap dispenser, and tray.... it was in the perfect shades of purple and lavender for our guest bathroom and I just LOVED it. Until I found a problem.....<br />
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<b>Problem:</b> The pump didn't work on the soap dispenser. <br />
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It was bought used so I should have checked it out a bit better. But it was empty when I bought it (I say, in my defense).<br />
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However, being the stubborn.... err, creative... sort, I was bound and determined to figure out a way to make it work.<br />
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I tried soaking it in hot water in case there was dried out soap lodged in the pump. I tried pumping water, a little oil to loosen things, and then just air. Nothing worked.<br />
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I did have a similarly sized pump on another soap dispense but it did not screw on tightly... so I still had a problem.<br />
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I put my thinking cap on....<br />
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<b>Solution:</b> I also had rubber bands !! All different sizes and lengths... LOTS of rubber bands!!!<br />
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I wrapped a rubber band around the spirals of the screw top of the container ...<br />
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I tested different size rubber bands by screwing the pump onto the container to gauge the fit. I decided I liked the fit of two skinny bands wrapped independently, rather than one fat one.<br />
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Once the rubber bands were installed to get the fit I needed, I filled the container with liquid hand soap, screwed the pump on, and VIOLA!!! <br />
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Perfect! well, perfect for this girl!<br />
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I am thrilled with the results.... and back in love with the set. And I think the new replacement pump looks better than the original pump !!<br />
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I am also aware that I may have to change rubber bands every time I refill the soap dispenser. <br />
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However, the dispenser holds A LOT of soap so that won't be very often. *<br />
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* Can you see my super adorable toilet brush holder in the lower left of the mirror? Yes, its a WHITE CAT! also bought used :). I wonder how my real white kitties feel about that?</div>
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The Phoenix show is much smaller than the Des Moines show but still pretty huge.<br />
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First thing in the door, I see a completed Chevy rat rod. Loved their custom door handles and steering wheel...<br />
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Then I found a Dodge similar to my (grandpa's) 1951 Dodge Pilothouse.....<br />
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It was offered for $9,000.00 and while I am certain I already have more than $9,000 in mine, theirs doesn't have my grandfather's name on the title!<br />
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Winner of the "oh my gosh" title. My camera didn't even want to take a photo of this car.... </div>
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and last but not least, a tribute to my son Mike, who we teased resembled the Michelin Tire Man when he was but a wee tot!</div>
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I also picked up a sunburn, a few odds and ends, and wheels and tires for my pickup.... but that's another story.<br />
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Enjoy the view!!happyjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16813374783636890739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322046224286055720.post-46999102368753275472017-02-21T22:04:00.000-08:002017-02-21T22:04:04.791-08:00Did you ever.... ?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Based on any choice we make, the circumstances surrounding that choice are completely different because the world around you is different: you see different things, you meet different people, you hear different things, and you are involved in different events. All of these things will influence the rest of your life, they must.<br />
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Daydreaming about a different life is fun but I think it is important to remember how much I would have lost out on if I HAD turned right. My days would certainly be different... and dreams would be different, too.<br />
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I am happy with my life... or should I say that I am happy with the decisions I have made thus far?Those decisions are what gave me what I know as my family, my skills, my friends, my knowledge, my courage, and to some degree, a suggestive map of my future. There is no way to know what opportunities or lessons I would have missed had I turned right instead of left.<br />
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Daydreaming is nice... but maybe its not too late to turn right. Of course, turning right now would not be the same as turning right back then. Maybe right just wasn't "right" for me back then.<br />
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I have many miles of road and mile markers of decisions behind me but there is still a lot of road in front of me, too. What is to the right? Should I find out? What will I miss if I go right? What will I miss if I don't? And one always wonders about the right turns they miss, don't they?<br />
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One wonders how they will know which way to go now? I believe there are signs. There are always signs.... road signs, so to speak. Other people's words and actions give me hints and guidance, there is Karma, and there are feelings. I must trust my gut feelings to make the right choice. I must make the choice that is the best for me.... I must choose the road that gets me to where I want to be.<br />
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A few months ago, I finally gave in and decided that a monthly housecleaning service may be just what the doctor ordered for us.... and I have to say that with the advent of a housecleaning service, I find that life has become far more joyous!<br />
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You know how you think about all the household chores that need to be completed on any given day? And as you ponder the list, you decide you don't want to do any of it and go work in the yard instead? And nothing on the list gets done. <br />
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So the next day, you ponder your household to-do list.... and decide to finally paint the chair that's been waiting for some love... and nothing on the list gets done again.<br />
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Well, let me tell you what happened when we hired our housecleaning service. They cleaned our house! All of it... all at once. So when I ponder the household to-do list, there is nothing on it and I no longer have to make those passive aggressive yardwork or painting decisions to get around the to-do list.<br />
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And the bestest joyous part it that I get to do fun stuff like sew! And I have a very LONNNNNG list of UFOs (UnFinished Objects) to do.<br />
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To celebrate my freedom from the housework mind-freeze and kick off the UFO finishing, I invited a friend over for 4 days of non-stop stitching and, while I won't swear to it, YouTubes of the Midnight Quilter and some quilter's juice created just the atmosphere I needed for my crazy "get 'er done" push on the UFOs that were clogging up my brain. (Please know that the block border for the My Blue Heaven quilt was not injured in association with the taking of this photograph.)<br />
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The original block is the part in the upper right portion of the quilt top that is bordered by strips of yellow/light/blue on all four sides with light dusty blue squares in the corners. I dug through my scraps for all blues, lights, and yellows that matched or coordinated and simply started sewing parts and pieces onto the original block until it was large enough for a baby quilt. I have no idea why I decided to add on in an asymmetrical fashion but I did! I hope to get it quilted in March (February is pretty full already) and squirrel it away until I feel compelled to gift it or donate it.<br />
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I was able to complete some of the many team themed <b>Mug Rugs</b> that I started months ago - I decided it was time to get them finished and off my UFO list. I will be offering them for sale with funds to my favorite charity, Angelgownsbyjacki. Iowa State, University of Iowa, and Arizona are currently available.<br />
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This is a quilt that a <b>2017 New Years Day Mystery Quilt</b> that I finally finished.<br />
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A mystery quilt is when the designer offers a list of fabric amounts needed and periodically offered sewing directions throughout a pre-determined amount of time - sometimes hours and sometimes months - and you make the quilt without knowing how the final product will look.<br />
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I had chosen a fabric from my stash that I felt needed to be used up (the My Little Pony fabric) so I dug until I found coordinating fabrics and away I went. The final four blocks in the center turned out ok but was not big enough for a quilt so I added on to opposite ends to reach the measurement I wanted.<br />
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However, as I used what I had, fabric was very limited at this point so I did the best I could with what I had. And I did achieve my goal on this one - all the Pony fabric was used up in this quilt... every last bit !!! This is another one on the March hopeful for quilting list.<br />
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Below is the start of a quilt for a very good friend, and known as a <b>BFF Quilt</b>. <br />
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This quilt drove me completely bonkers BUT turned out simply amazing and just the way the customer wanted. The king quilt and two king pillow shams are fully pieced and quilted but all three pieces still needs what seems like miles and miles of binding. The final quilt will be shown after the BFF has received it... after all, there must be SOME mystery, right?<br />
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I also worked on <b>My Blue Heaven</b> by Quiltville and Bonnie Hunter.<br />
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While I didn't get the additional borders on it to expand it from fits current queen size to a king size quilt, I did get the borders done... now to attach them and get it quilted in February as its intended recipient has a birthday in March.<br />
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I also completed this <b>Meadow Mist 2016-2017 Mystery Quilt</b>, which I just started last week while I was quilting the BFF quilt (shown above). <br />
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Unfortunately it was completed with two errors. I will repair them before I quilt it... and its on the April or May quilting list.<br />
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I also FINALLY finished this 2012 Block of the Month from 35th Ave Sew and Vac known as <b>Kaleidoscope of Kolor.</b><br />
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I worked on a few other small projects but didn't get them assembled so I will wait to photograph them. <br />
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And I was able to work on my Angelgownbyjacki on my regular schedule!!<br />
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And I started a edging project in the yard... but I will save that for a later post.<br />
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Life is good here at the compound, I am on a roll, and I do not intend to slow down any time soon because, frankly, the UFO list is STILL too long !!! oh, and there IS that yard project that needs finished....<br />
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What is 58?<br />
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Every year, for whatever odd reason, I count the number of thread spools that I emptied throughout the year.<br />
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Drum roll please...... for 2016, the number of thread spools I emptied is 58!!<br />
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This year is a banner year - it is the most since I started counting !!! I don't feel like I sewing any more but apparently I did! <br /><br />Better get busy if I want to beat 58 in the year 2017!!<br />
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I received a compliment, a true compliment, recently, from someone we will call Mrs. C for now. </div>
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Mrs. C found me SEVERAL years ago, and I don't recall how, when I was still living in Iowa.</div>
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She asked me to convert pieces of an old family heirloom quilt into two pillows her grandchildren. She was very specific on what she wanted and I was happy to oblige. </div>
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Mrs. C was extremely pleased with the pillows... How pleased you ask?</div>
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Fast forward through our move to Arizona and many years later....</div>
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Mrs. C was pleased enough to hunt me down and ask me to do another pillow as her family had been blessed with another baby. </div>
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Of course, I will thrilled and she sent the pieces and parts. My return of the completed pillow was delayed due to a serious illness and subsequent death of an extended family member but Mrs. C was gracious, accommodating, and understanding about the delay. </div>
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I can announce that the pillow is complete and on its way to the new, and very young, owner. </div>
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What a beautiful thing... and I am honored to be a part of it.</div>
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