Netflix and the Family

I thought I would take a little departure from my usual cerebral pursuits and tell you of my relationship, yes it is a relationship, with Netflix. Netflix? you say why don't you just get cable or dish? Well I'm glad you asked. First let me start by saying Theresa Veronica (that's my T.V.) has a little bit of age on her. A friend was getting a new T.V. and gave her to me ten years ago. Gotta love friends! I get some of the best stuff from friends. We shop in each others closets, trade furniture, feed each other and make stuff for each other. I have even traded cars with my mechanic. Anyway, back to Theresa Veronica (T.V) who settled in here for a long stay. I decided to give her a little love and got a VCR that plays DVDs and videos. Hooked it up myself and we were in heaven. Except that there came a day when I was overrun by DVDs and videos because I hated going to Blockbuster and rent them, then cart them back, or have to pay the fine for being late. Happily I discovered Netflix, don't asked me how, it was years ago when they first started. My friends ask me don't you feel deprived? What about cable or Dish, aren't you missing HBO, Dexter and all those good shows that are shown? Heck NO!!! Most of them I can get on Netflix. Oh, I may be a season or two behind but for $17.00 a month as opposed to $$$$$$ what they are paying for cable or Dish I am happy as a clam.

Dear Mr. President may I suggest to you a way people can save money, have fun with friends and put food on the table? Swap stuff with your friends and get Netflix. I can see the Obama family snuggled up on the couch with Bo watching a good movie from Netflix. A bag of popcorn, juice for the girls, Gramma out for the evening and a bottle of Merlot for themselves. Ah, I love the first family.

Sorry the photo is from an old Christmas Card from my family but my dad does look like Mr. President and we look like a poster for the universal family of all colors. It is hard to be prejudice when you come from this stock.

Rebirth of the Pheonix

Sometimes a person just has to step back and just allow the fire to sweep over them. A little burning can be a good thing, it allows the dross to be removed. How many times shall I be put in the fire? As many times as it takes but I have learned one thing and that is that you must willingly surrender. So often we think that our imperfections are hidden from view but to those who have eyes they see right into the secret places. The seers call forth light to shine upon what we think has been hidden even from ourselves. I am humbled that the light has been turned on, I shall not hide in the darkness any longer. Is the purging over? NO! but I submit to the process that will cause the best of me to rise from the ashes of this life. May the Pheonix rise again.

Hands Free Ready

Ok now you know we had just too much time on our hands today. "C" was thinking while business is slow and everyone is trying to save a buck and starting July 1st you can no longer talk on your cell phone in the car without it being hands free. Here is her solution . No need for Bluetooth . LOL

Hi Ho Hillary

Hey there Hillary

Here we go again, this time it started with another book, the title was "A purpose driven life" . Who would step forward and claim to be its champion? Was there anyone that was driven with a purpose? After sleeping on it guess who stuck up her hand and said "me, me, it has to be me" You've got it Hillary Clinton. While the naked purpose driven book with its pages folded, ready for its personification screamed at me "Wait a minute, why should I be made into a Hillary Doll?" "Can't you think of someone else that fits my title?" "Well" huffed Hillary "Who do you think you are? President? I have had just about enough of You Mr. Book and those that have tried to keep me in my so called place. I supported Bill when he was Governor, put up with his foolishness when he was President. Got Billy boy to support me as the Senator from New York and now it's my turn! I wanna be Prez" Obviously she won the argument with Mr. Book. Now let us see if she can win against my man Mr. Obama.

Back in the saddle again

Boy have I been in a dry spell. Had not made a thing. Zip, nadda, nothing, zilch not a bead beaded, no paint on my fingers, not a thread clipped, nor paper torn. Oh, I kept looking for things to make, searched for inspiration, but silence kept coming back from the great beyound. So what to do? The answer was do nothing. Take some time and just refresh. You know that some times in order to change directions you have to just vegetate or as we say around here "cool your heels" chill out. Now I'm finished chilling and back to work.

This Doll started when "yarn goddess" sent the group at clothpaperstudios a link to a site that had paper folding techniques. He (all Chinese opera performers are male) is about two feet tall. The head is made from papier mache, painted with a Chinese Opera mask and the hair made from strips of manilla folder. The entire doll is made of paper even the tie for the hair.

I'm so glad the drought is over.

Quilt Show

This is a first for me. I was asked to be one of the judges for the African American Quilters of Los Angeles Quilt Show which is to take place Saturday, November 10Th at the Carson Community Center. There were some pretty amazing quilts. It was a totally new experience to judge. Looking for crisp points, straight lines, even stitching and god forbid puckering. Drawing on all the help my little left brain could muster I took the challenge and tried to be fair. Then we got to make our choice for the quilt we like the most (Judges Choice). This time I allowed my right brain take over, choosing instead the quilt that I would want to take home. The quilt that was technically the best was not the one that I wanted. It called to me, spoke my name, whispered sweetly "I am Special".

I think the quilt show is the same weekend as the Stamp Convention at the same location. I sure hope so. I'm ready for a little power shopping.