I'm Still Sticking with Crackhead.

M: “Okay. THAT girl really does look like a crackhead.”
C: “She’s not. She’s always looked that way.”
M: “Oooooooooh. I see. You know the crackhead.”
C: “She looks just like her mother. But she isn’t a crackhead...she’s inbred.”

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Fingerless Gloves

I made a pair of these for my co-worker's daughter a few weeks ago. She let me borrow the last book of the "Twilight" series and this was my gift of thanks. The pair I made her were solid gray...but they turned out really well for my first attempt. (The character, Alice wore these in the first movie.) She squealed with delight when she opened them.

I then made my best friend, Christina's daughter a pair "just because". Because she's AWESOME and I love her to death. (She's 12, btw.) They looked completely ADORABLE on her and I'm totally addicted to making these for all of my preteen / teenage friends. Incredibly fast and so easy...with great results.

Now, that's my kind of project. :)

Words of the Wise

"I was running a little late this morning. I was having a bad fake hair day"

--Christina.

Oh, The Secrets that You Keep

I've talked in my sleep from the day I could speak. It's been something that has haunted me horribly throughout life. People (family members and people that like to call themselves my "friends", mind you) have sat beside my bed many-a-time talked to me while I slept because I would talk back to them. Because, you know, not only do I talk in my sleep, but occasionally I carry on full-out conversations while totally asleep.

This lovely skill of mine continues to show it's ugly head to this day. Granted, it's not so much of a problem today as it was when I was trying desperately to keep a secret boyfriend from my parents, but annoying nonetheless. (This little "talent" can come in very handy to parents, it turns out.)

I no longer have to worry about what kind of information I'm going to spill, so nowadays it's more of a form of entertainment that my friends (and husband) use for kicks.

"Let's see what kind of weird wacked-out story Melinda will tell us in her sleep."

Yeah...great fun...good times.

Continue to talk to me when you know I've drifted off into dreamland--get your giggles, that's ok. I'll get mine, I tell you. Remember:  I have the goods on each and every one of you...and I'm not as sweet as I used to be!! Mwahaha.