Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Super Bowl Sunday





Well, here we are watching the Super Bowl.  Patriots and the Giants.  I'm for the Patriots and my boyfriend is for the Giants.  My brother and my dad are for the Patriots and so are my kids.  I guess that's a new englander for you to route for the Patriots. 

Well, I am also sitting here typing and checking Ebay and other stuff.  And after I am done this post, I have to get my knitting and repair a row I started.  I read the instructions wrong and have to go back and fix it.  The pattern is on my  Yours Truly Crafty Girl Blog.  http://yourstrulycraftygirl.blogspot.com/   The pattern I am attempting is a Fit - N -  Flare Trumpet Skirt for me.  I attempted this in wool many years ago, washed it and it shrunk.  Tossed it as it didn't fit.

This time am knitting with acryllic which has a little bit of wool.  Shouldn't shrink like the other.

That is one project.  Then I've got the yo yo blanket added.  Aprons, shirts for me, American Girl Doll outfits for the girls webkinz.  Sewn up handmade pincushions, etc..........

I cut up two of my dresses today for the yo yo blanket.  They didn't fit me.  One I tried on and I couldn't get it off, so I ended up cutting my way out of it.  And as my nine year old and I were looking at it this morning, I mentioned some of it could be an apron and she suggested a skirt.  One piece could almost be turned into a skirt for her.  And the other pieces will be aprons.  They already have a ruffle at the bottom and would just need to be finished up with ties and a pocket with some rick rack on it.  Or lace.

And then I had fun burning the edges of my poetry last night for fun and an old aged effect.  Mollyanne colored in my hearts this morning and scribbled on it.  Added touch.

Julia got to have some of the fabric from one of my dresses for her webkinz and then she wanted a strap so I cut one for her.  She is into cutting up fabric.  She's got a bunch of my yo yo's scattered in a spot in the living room.  It's her Webkinz pad.  I'm thinking if I cut up some of the doll clothing patterns, she should be able to sew the little dresses up herself.  It would be good practice.

Just before the super bowl started.  I whipped up fresh mushrooms in beef gravy and then poured them into a microwave bowl and melted mozzarella cheese.  I've been eating that tonight and will be eating a glob of cheese tomorrow.

We've got the chips and all the other yummy snacks.

Madonna put on a good show.  And she didn't have on a thong, like the radio was talking about and hoping not to see that.  It was tastefully done  and really good.  Much better than Steven Tyler.  Couldn't believe his terrible National Anthem song.  Not good.  And they did show him in the audience afterwards tonight.

Lots of car commercials.  So far our favorite commercials are the little boy who ended up peeing in the pool because all the other doors were closed.

And the other one was the Seinfeld one with the zip line and then Jay Leno shows up.  That was funny.

Right now New England is ahead.

Years ago, my ex and I used to bounce between Super Bowl Sundays at either his parents house or his aunts different years.  Everyone would bring a dish.  And all of us women would be in the kitchen while the men were in the living room.  My mother n law would make a chocolate pudding cake that was to die for.  And my girls would fill up on whipped cream.  And so would Jake.  Or they would have tons of ice cream.

One of my ex's aunts used to bring her knitting sometimes and she would knit while she talked.  And I think she was teaching one of the younger girls how to knit.

There was always lots of snacks.

Today when I searched yahoo trends, you can bet that nacho cheese dips were right up at the top.  Everyone has probably been searching for great dip recipes to have tonight.  And everyone is going to be rolling themselves home.

And then I think the Voice and Smash is one after the super bowl.

Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted February 5, 2012


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http://yourstrulycraftygal.blogspot.com/
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Saturday, January 28, 2012

What is One of the Stupid Things that you have done?

My reason for this topic, is that we all do stupid things.  All the time.  But some of these really dumb things we seem to remember.

This morning I was listening to John and Chantal in the morning on 95 Triplex.  If you are near the Vermont area, they are really funny.  And they do some really hilarious phone scams that are really off the wall.  This morning's phone scam was about a brother calling up his married brother to see if he could babysit his nephew.  He then went on to see if he could bring him to the park so he could score some chicks.  Of course his brother didn't want him to use his son as bait for that.  Then the brother talked about bringing him to the bars and all kinds of insane stuff.  He said that they could make some money and his friends could borrow the little four year old and they could make some money while his friends bring the little boy to the park so they could score some chicks. 

But, besides the phone scam, John and Chantal started talking about all kinds of stupid things they had done and people called up to tell their stories.  Chantal talked about walking into the wall and hitting the metal wall sconce.  This girl called up and told some stories about playing outside with guys playing football and she fell and broke her thumb.  Then a short while later, she was playing horseshoes with friends and the guy threw the horseshoe backwards and she broke her nose.  Then one evening they were playing hide and seek with cousins and she was in some bushes and she found out it was poison ivy so she had to go to the hospital for a violent reaction to it.  All in a space of a short bit.

After her story, Chantal said, "No more playing.  Take up video games or become a blogger."  I had to laugh at the latter part.  That's right, nothing too violent about blogging.  Unless if you fall asleep because you got bored with your blog and you hit the screen.

And some other really moronic things are when these guys are working on a house, barn or shed or some other project and they staple gun themselves with the nail gun.  Or fall off a ladder with a saw.  My friends husband did that one and he was lucky things weren't too serious.  Can you just imagine nailing yourself in the leg, foot or butt?  And I read one article on Triond that was about a guy who recently put a nail into his brain.  He didn't realize it and then later went in as he was having some symptoms and sure enough they could see a nail in there.  He was lucky and he ended up being okay.  Although I would hate to think of what the later on effects of that would be.

I've walked into the side of the wall before.  I've left my keys out overnight in my garden before.  I had been planting stuff one day and had on leggings and had no pockets for my keys, so I placed them down.  The next morning I was on the hunt for my keys and then I remembered I had set them down next to the petunias.

I hate it when I can't find my keys.  I'm always misplacing them.  I'll come into the apartment, set them down somewhere and about ten minutes later when I am ready to leave again, I can't remember where I put them.  And before I know it, I am sifting through all the junk in my pocketbook for the stupid keys.

And there is the other stupid thing of going out to the car to drive back to my place from the kids house and I sit down and realize that the keys are in the house.  My sister for some reason has left her keys inside the freezer.  I'm not sure of the reasoning behind that.  She did that once when she came to visit our house for one of the kids birthday parties.

What is one of the stupid things you have done?

Another one is going to bed and leaving the tv on downstairs or all the lights downstairs didn't get turned off.

Or perhaps you went to bed and forgot to lock the front door and you know you have to go down and lock it.

Here's another real stupid one.  Have you ever been baking and then you go away on your vacation?  This has happened to me on several occasions.  My family and I would be packing all day for a weekend trip to Maine to visit my family (or rather, I would be packing all day for the whole family while the kids entertained themselves). 

Of course I would also be baking and cooking things to bring with us.  I would sometimes be cooking up to the last twenty minutes before we were ready.  My husband would come home and then we both would be packing.  He was usually in charge of getting things into the coolers and other stuff.  Mind you, I am the woman who packs everything but the kitchen sink!  I always wanted to bring my doing stuff and I have always been one to over pack and pack too many things that I don't end up having time to use.

Well, we would all hop in the car and start driving.  We once got about forty five minutes into the trip and then I told my husband that I wasn't sure if I turned off the oven.  He was pissed and we ended up driving all the way back to see if it was turned off, (which it was).  I usually checked it too and he would check, but there was the occasional two to three times when I couldn't remember.  The other times, we hadn't gone as far but still it was a pain in the neck to turn around and add more time to the trip.

Ever try to bring a movie back to the rental and the cd isn't in the case?  Or forget to close the windows when it starts to rain?

Leave the ice cream container out for an hour and it all melts?  Forget to take the meat off the chicken or leave food out for a long time?  Leave a full soda can in the wrong spot and it spills?  Pour milk and miss the aim?

I almost forgot, has anyone remembered going to Junior High with their shirt inside out or backwards?  I've done that before.  Which was okay if it was Backwards Day, but if it wasn't you were pretty embarrassed.  And I guess one of the most embarrassing Junior High awkward moments would be arriving to school with no pad and you discover you needed one.  This is where many of us women have had to learn how to make our own pad.  Not the most comfortable thing in the world, but it worked.

What woman can't remember the fear of knowing you have stained through your undies and your jeans and you are so embarrassed and you are hoping that nobody can see it?  This would also be compounded if a young girl going through puberty is wearing white.  Then the whole world knows you are on the rag!

Then another embarrassing thing, (once again Junior High) I was feeling ill while in the classroom, so I got up and threw up in the middle of the floor as I was leaving the room.  Of course everyone started laughing.  And while I was gone, I'm sure it was the teacher's not so fun job of having to clean it up.  I got to gather my stuff after and go home for the rest of the day.

Another stupid thing, how about tripping in a marble hole or another stupid hole in the yard. I did this one night upon leaving my writing class.  It was dark and I didn't see the big hole in the driveway.  I fell on the rough tar and scraped up my knees really bad and tore through my jeans.  That was a mess for a good three weeks or more.  Took a while for that to disappear.

Another one, jamming your finger or thumb in the car and it ends up getting infected.  I had this stupid thing happen to me last year.

And one year when I worked retail, I started to drive my car in the dark and I rammed into one of those cement posts and dented the side of the car.  And one spring while collecting things from our camp that we had to give up and sell, I tried backing up the trailer attached to the van.  Didn't realize I wasn't supposed to back up with it, got stuck in muddy ruts and luckily our neighbor was next door working on his camp so he was able to fix my van for me so I could drive right out after.  Needless to say, two more dents to both sides of the back of the van.

And then this last fall, I got in an accident (her fault)  She cut in front of me as I was driving and I couldn't stop quick enough.  Dent in the front corner, but lucked out no broken headlight.  And my cat got knocked around in his carrier.  The stupid thing to this story was that she asked to borrow my cell phone, then neither one of us had insurance and she told me if I could back up and move the car I would be okay to go and which I took her up on the offer as I didn't want to get a fine from the cops.  Well, when I got home I realized she still had my phone and I didn't think to take down her liscense or get her name.  But she knew where I worked.  She was scatterbrained and never returned the phone either to my place of work or to the police station or Verizon.  And you can bet that that same day, I called up and got basic liability.  So now I am covered. 

And I am sure that there are many more stupid moronic things that we all do from time to time and there is no escaping it.

I guess one for my Junior High Principal would be forgetting to lock the bathroom door.  Once, when I was in the main office, I needed to use their bathroom and I walked in on the Principal sitting on the can.  He was embarrassed and I was.

Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted January 28, 2012


Think back to all those memories of stupid things.  And hopefully we don't keep repeating them.  After a little while I learned to bake the day before a trip instead or do it early enough that I remember to turn off the oven.  And I have always been like my mother and bake in the middle of the hottest day in the summer.  Like Mother Like Daughter.  Things never change.



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Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Does Your Blog Have a Junk Drawer?

Does your blog have a junk drawer?  Most blogs probably do have one.  We all know that we can't write perfect blog posts every single time.  There is probably a hidden drawer where some of our posts go.

Maybe some of our blog posts get deleted.  Do some of our posts end up remaining as drafts?  The ones that we feel that shouldn't be aired and are considered trash writing.  Do we have days when maybe we repeat ourselves?  We probably do.

We don't stop to think that maybe we have said something before, but in different words. 

Okay, we have a junk drawer.  By all means, don't throw it out.  You can still use the stuff in your junk drawer.  Just try to hold onto it.  Maybe there is a valuable phrase in there somewhere and you want to pull it out and use it in a new post.

Maybe something just is begging to get written again in a different way.  We just need to see past the old crap that we kind of wish we could throw out.  But we save it out of sentimental reasons.

And if you must throw out the stuff in your junk drawer, sift through it first.  If you find things you like, write them down in a notebook and keep them nearby.  And then you are safe to throw out the stuff that you don't care about.

About a month ago, I went through a whole bunch of hand written pages.  I had all these extra writings on my Lustful Evangelean novel.  They were lots of extra pages where I wrote down extra scenes that didn't get put into my novel.  My novel changed a lot since the first draft and some of this hand written writing was stuff from the original draft. 

I didn't care to keep them, as I had the newer versions of the novel and wanted to just keep the newest stuff. 

So, novelists also have a junk drawer.  Any writer tends to have a junk drawer.  Sometimes it is good to weed out the old junk and decide which pieces are still of importance.

It's the same as cleaning up all the clutter.  We sure do feel better when we can clean the clutter from our lives and then have a fresh look on life.  It's very liberating to clean out.  Give things to Goodwill, sell stuff on Ebay, but get it out of your house.

We seem to hold onto things for sentimental reasons.  Sometimes we think that we might still be able to use something.  So it sits on a shelf untouched for another year.  Some items we just tend to have for decoration and we hold onto things because they are pretty.

I have special tea cups that used to be my Mom's, Nana's and Grammy's.  I don't use them very much, but they used to be their stuff, so it is sentimental.  Some things we would just get shot dead (literally) if we were to get rid of them.  I have a large vanity from my Nana that I would catch holy hell if I ever got rid of it.  It's a three way mirror with a place to sit and drawers on each side and it has a matching chair.  I would never get rid of those.  And when I am dead, my girls can fight over it.

There is one little drawer on the top that I can't get open.  The knob is gone and it is stuck.  I should try sliding a knife at the back of it and see if I can pry it loose.  I would be curious as to what is inside.  Ooh... a little mystery to solve.  Fun.  Fun.  Fun.

Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted January 18, 2012


A rag doll I decided to sell on Ebay, but she didn't go.  I'm ending up keeping her.  She was this pretty $25 ragdoll I got at this elderly woman's house.  Her little shop was a really cute little place.  It was about five or six years ago.

I was driving on this long dirt road that leads to the Chapin Apple Orchard.  All my kids have had field trips there in the fall.  Anyway, it was end of summer and I saw a yardsale sign and drove up.  She had a lot of junk in the yard for the actual yardsale.  But then to the side of her house, I discovered a tiny little shop.

When I walked inside, I felt as if I had walked into a little piece of heaven.  This elderly lady had all kinds of handmade crafts for sale, and then she had several tiny rooms full of antiques for sale.  I saw the rag doll and knew I could afford to get her.  The woman also had three or four Raggeddy Ann dolls and some larger dolls that might have been Revlon.  It was a really neat little shop, that was kind of out of the way.  But maybe she was popular.

This last summer, as I drove down the dirt road, I tried to remember where she was, but I couldn't find anything.  Then, I kind of had another thought.  She could have passed away and the shop no longer exists.

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Monday, January 9, 2012

What is your Earliest Memory?

What is your earliest memory?  How far back can you remember things?  Are you the type of person that has a good memory like a hawk?  Or are you the chameleon that forgets things as soon as it happens.  The memory has begun to fade away and you forget all about it.

I am one of the people that has a memory like a hawk.  I can remember things so far back.  I have often surprised lots of people including my kids preschool teachers.  I will remember something from years ago and people will be like, "Wow.  You're good."

Once a woman came into my line while I was waiting on her at Marshalls.  Back when I was working there.  I hadn't seen her in about four or five years, yet I remembered her vividly from my writing class.  Years ago, I used to take this creative writing class but this woman instructor.  Sarah Bartlett.  You should look her up.  I'm sure she has published some of her poetry.  She wrote some incredible stuff.  One I remember about the stages of the moon and the stages of love.  It was a wonderful piece.  She was so prolific.  She's a Vermont writer.  Her class she began was called Women Writing for a Change.  I still have the bumper sticker on my car.

It was a small class of about ten women.  All from different walks of life and writing different types of things.  Some were writing journals, memoirs and other fun pieces.  Some were writing very serious stuff about things that were going on with their lives.  It was a private class where we were able to share intimate things and it never left the classroom.  We got separated into groups of three and we each had perhaps three minutes to read our stuff we brought to class that night.  We also took breaks and had tea and snacks.  Then we got back into a large group and did little read arounds.  Then we all read back some of our favorite words that we heard.  We always got to sit on nice pillows on the floor and sometimes she would have a visual set up in the middle.

In the beginning of each class she had us pass around a special stone.  When we each held the stone, we had to say our name and then something that sprang to our mind.  She then would give us a few minutes to do a fast write.  Then later we would read what we wrote.  At the end of each class, she would pass around a lit candle and at the end she would blow it out and wish us well for the rest of the week.

It was like a ritual.  It was a lot of fun and sometimes I miss it. 

But that's not my earliest memory.  How far back can a person really remember?  They often say you don't have too many memories about when you are a kid.  This is wrong.  Yes, maybe your memories of being a baby are foggy.  It is very hard to remember that far back.

I do remember sticking my feet out of the crib railings.  I guess that could be one of my earliest memories.
My mother had pictures of my sister and I sticking our feet out of the railings.  I tried to repeat this with my boys.  All my children slept in the same exact crib that I slept in.  The one with the lamb and the bunny at the end of the crib.

It did meet its day and is gone, but not the memories.

I have memories of being stuck in a portacrib for a nap.  Memories of Captain Kangaroo.  I remember him and maybe the bunny.  I've always had a fondness for bunnies.  And there was Mr. Greenjeans.  I can't remember too much about him, but I do remember his name.

I have memories of playing at Nursery School.  All I had to do was be walked across the street to our big office building for the neighborhood.  In one part people paid their rent and in a bigger section was the nursery for the neighborhood.  I remember a fair amount of kids, a little creative time and then a time where we could go back into a little room that was filled with toys.  Not that I can remember what I played with, but I remember a room filled with toys.

I remember many rooms filled with toys but that would be one of my first memories of nursery school.  I lived in a little neighborhood called Redbank in South Portland, Maine.  My parents had an apartment on the second floor of a two family apartment.  The village was full of these apartments.  Some were an upstairs and a downstairs and ours was an upstairs apartment and our neighbors lived downstairs.

The houses were originally built during the war time for the familys.  And also for the workers from the shipyard.  For years there was hardly anything around the village.  It was all woods and where the Maine Mall now resides there used to be a pig farm when my mother was growing up in the village.  My nana and grampy lived just about one street away.  We could see their house from our kitchen.  All we had to do was walk to the end of the street, through the field and we were at their house. 

My mother grew up there too.  She was born and raised and then grown up and died in Redbank village.  She lived there all her life.  Once after my father's grandmother died she and my dad were offered her house in Cape Elizabeth, two towns away.  My mother didn't want to leave her precious village.  It was the life that she loved and she didn't want to move away from her parents even though it would have only been a few towns away.

She led a simple life I think, but she was a wonderful mother.  She was my icon.  We put her on a pedestal.  My grammy always would praise her for doing a wonderful job of raising us.  She heard it every time we went over to visit our grammy.  I think she had it hard with her though sometimes.  No relationship with an inlaw is perfect. 

My grammy was from the old world and was probably a little bit judgemental.  Same with my Aunt Harriet.  They had a certain belief of the way children should be raised or any other value or trait etc and if it wasn't up to their standards it wasn't good.

You had to watch what was said around our grammy.  When we were little, we couldn't even say darn.  And good lord when we were growing up and when my mother was growing up, gay meant happy.  Today's world has really taken great leaps and bounds.

That old world kind of got buried.

But anyway, it is really great to push yourself to remember.  How many memories can you remember?

I can even remember some of my childhood dreams.

I used to hate that daisy ham that my mother used to make us eat.  One night when I was little I dreamed that I was swimming inside a daisy ham.  Of course I was really tiny.

And then another dream I remember as a small child was floating into the ocean with my nightgown on and I came across a little ship with some characters on it.  There was a black bunny resembling the black evil bunny from the Rankin Bass easter special.  And there was a little girl who wanted to be my friend.  I think she might have been Pebbles from the Flintstones.

It's kind of funny how we can remember some of our dreams.  Usually the way things go, is that when we wake up we can't remember the dream.

I also remember having a dream that my grammy was alive and living in New Mexico.  This was perhaps a year after she died.  Of course when I woke up she was still dead.

I used to have the same type of dream after my mother died.  I would be dreaming that she was still alive and nothing had changed.  And then you wake up and you know that the nightmare really happened.  Death took her away.

Life isn't fair.  She's been gone ten years and this year it will be pushing eleven.  She died at 53 or 54 of colon cancer that spread to her liver.  We have always said if the doctor's hadn't left a margin, she might still be here.  She suffered for three years.

Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted January 9, 2012

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I should probably head over there next and do my NaBloPoMo there.  I haven't written in my blog there yet and need to do it this year. 

Marla Mermaid paper dolls.  She is a two page set.  I should make some more mermaid ones soon.  And more fairies.  Got all kinds of thoughts with this too, but only a certain amount of time. 

We really need to balance everything out so that we can do everything that we want to do.  Hard sometimes.



If anyone likes paperdolls or knows someone who likes paper dolls, check out my paperdoll post on each of my blogs where my paper dolls are for sale:

http://jennyjofaypaperdolls.blogspot.com/
http://jenniferpaperdolls.blogspot.com/  The Official Paper Doll Blog
http://mommiedearest101.blogspot.com/ 
http://yourstrulycraftygal.blogspot.com/
http://prolificpoetrychick.blogspot.com/