Feeling Friday

This is one of those days when I'm feeling it. Sometimes days, weeks, months may go by before I feel it. Here it is the middle of the night for me and I sit before the computer feeling it. Do I dare go out to get it this late at night or do I sit and fight feeling it. I sometimes get lucky and may already have it close by. Sometimes I can talk myself out of it. Then there comes the times I can't get around it and have to have it no matter what because I am feeling it so strongly. This time it is decided for me. I can not go out and get what I am feeling a craving so much for, chocolate ice cream.
Now that was a lot of words for nothing I would think. Wouldn't it have been so much easier to say "I am sitting here in the middle of the night craving chocolate ice cream." WOW!!!!! what a waste of space to chatter on and on about nothing. Reminds me of the hens before they lay an egg. They cluck around the yard announcing that they are going to lay an egg then all the way to the nest they chatter on about the egg. Then when the egg arrives... they jump up and run around in the yard just a cackling about laying the egg. They never see the egg afterwards unless they are in the setting mood then just you try to get that egg out from under them. No ruler slapped on the hand could hold a candle to that feeling. A setting hen can put more power behind her beak than a sledge hammer when it comes to trying to take her egg out from under her. My oldest brother told me to help him gather the eggs one day. He went to one side gathering eggs and left me on the other side to get those. I was feeling pretty good about helping do chores....until I spied ole peckedy peck sitting on a nest. I thought I would get out of taking her eggs but oh no nothing doing, no such luck. He made me try to sneak my hand around to the back side telling me she couldn't see me taking it that way. He never said anything about her feeling me stealing her egg though. And feel it "I" did. Right on the back of my hand. Instant recoil on my part. That setting hen had done pecked the hide off my hand. My older brother was laughing so hard at me that he almost dropped his ten quart water bucket of eggs. At that point I decided he would not get the best of me and I picked up an egg to throw at him. He stopped me in mid air with "If you break one on me you'll get a whipping." That was effective enough to make me gently place the egg back in the pan I held. The idea of feeling that on my back side was enough to make me want to pretend nothing had happened. But I told him "I'll get you back for that one day just you wait and see" With all that goes on on a farm I soon lost track of getting him back until he wanted me to gather eggs for him so he could do something else more fun. I told him no I won't because ole peckedy peck will hurt me again. We went back and forth with him trying to get me to gather the eggs for him and to his displeasure I stood my ground. He knew something I didn't at that point though. He didn't have to try to take her eggs out from her any more as they were soon to hatch. So my getting back at him was short lived and he set a new record for gathering eggs. I guess he wanted to go real bad to work that fast. My older brother was what I called a pestercator. He would pester me to no end picking on me always pinching or poking or getting me hurt by telling me the hogs are coming right behind us when we were out at the cow pen giving them fresh water. One time when he said that I took off running so fast and wasn't looking far enough ahead that I ran right into the barb wired fence that kept the cows out of the mud puddle for the hogs. My left eye met barb just under the eyebrow and I got a hair splitting cut right through the middle of my eye brow. I felt bad that he ended up getting a whipping over that but I also felt he deserved it. Right now I'm feeling
more true stories about my growing up on the farm can wait for another time. Until then I remain ........... Just This...Alice

Adding Buttons

Thanks for Bethany's help in getting this done the correct way.

MIA

Hello Everyone, I have been missing in action for some time now and must apologize for that. Had a computer problem and could not find my way back here as my home page was deleted by the tech support. I have it written down and in a safe place now. I have also had a lot of inspiration from the many blogs I follow. Since I just drew a blank after thinking of Janet and captains daughter I forgot the rest. I must do some research and make a list so I can do this properly. I still have not figured out how to post pictures with the steps to make a tutorial so I can't share the ribbon birds yet. I can only take a picture to show you. It will go on another page of this blog with a comment explaining the story behind it.
I have been enjoying Face Book and reconnecting with old friends and extended family. My son has given me the gift of seeing his photos he has taken in the Adirondacks through FBI. I get to see pictures of my grandchildren that I haven't seen before. We all know how busy Mom's are.
Now to the picture on the window... My daughter put it on her fireplace mantle with two different starfish sitting with it. Her beach theme is now complete. She LOVED it and that made me feel so good knowing that I gave her something that will still be here when I am gone. As with all the gifts I make my children and grandchildren. That is what means the most to loved ones. Not the stuff we buy out of the stores that cost a fortune but the simple things that we make from the heart is what makes them remember out gift. I usually start very early for Christmas gift making to get everyone taken care of. I found a tutorial for those biscuit quilts(that is what I knew them as back then).I could never figure out the directions as they were printed so I never made one and I have a daughter that wanted one so bad. I saw part 1 of the project and knew I can do this now.I also found what I have been waiting for so long. The answer to a question I asked a sweet lady who went to Africa. I have been waiting so long and she answered me here where I couldn't get back to til now.:) There is a reason I know and now I can start on that project. There are children there that have needs that we take for granted. I am so thankful I was led to her blog as an answer to prayer. I have prayed for a long time for God to lead me to where he wants me to use his gift and do something for children. I read her comment and now I am certain this is the will of God that put us in contact with each other. You know a gift is not a gift until you give it away. I want to give as much as I can.
Well I hope you all understand that I didn't mean to neglect this blog and will continue a weekly posting with a few extra sprinkled in here and there. Until the next time I leave you with Just This...Alice

The results

Way Out Wednesday

I went way out and got an old window to paint a picture on for my daughter. Now I must admit that it has been about 25 years since I painted any pictures. I put on a base coat let it dry then started my picture. Lovely blue sky with a few fluffy white clouds, water that would rival any ocean color and waves that looked like they would roll right off the painting onto me, sand with the feel of the beach on my finger tips made it realistic. Then I discovered I had the window upside down. All I said was "Crud" and laid the brush down in the cup of water and left the room. After getting a bite to eat and calming myself, I took my metal spatula with me armed to rectify my mistake. I took that spatula in hand gazed at teh painstakingly work I had finished and started scraping it off. It had dried by this time and came off relatively easy. Thank you Lord for that. I then turned the window to the correct position and proceeded to paint it again. First teh base coat and letting it dry was my agenda for the afternoon. A couple of days went by before I touched it again. That day I did the sky and the following day teh ocean. A few more days went by and when I sat before it once more, I was not happy with the work I had done. I left teh paint on and started over with the sky leaving the top part as it was. Then I went back into the ocean and did waves. Too tired to continue I took a break for another few days.And it turned into more of the same stuff over and over again. On Monday I decided I was going to Just do it and set our my materials and stared at it and said " Lord I need your help as I can't seem to do this myself. I felt such a calm and started painting and when I was done with it I cried.