How about that stock market?

Way to go Dow, NASDAQ and the whole market. I bet Wall Street was the place so NOT to be last week and today. Wow. I was watching the news at noon and it was bizerk. They had live coverage from one of the trading centers and it sounded like absolute chaos. I am sure the only people that accomplished anything today was the cleaning crew picking up the ticker tapes (with today's electronics'… if they still have tickertapes.) WOW. The financial expert on the local news said to sell all your stocks and attempt to sit on at least a five year cash index on your mattress. Or something like that. But tell me something, if most American's are living paycheck to paycheck, then who has the assets to pull out of the bank and stuff into a mattress (or safe of some kind)?

Tell me… does this mean Halloween is canceled this year? I would like to know because this Hannah Montana Jacket is giving me a fit. The sparkles' on it just want to clog up the needle and I don't know what to do. Any advice from any sewers out there that can help? That is Sewing people not … oh well. I can't do one section of the jacket without having to replace the needle. AGRIVATING.

Barb – I am worried about you not posting on your site or anyone else's. Hope all is well. Please email me at jganoe@ega.edu if you get a second. Let me know your ok. Thanks.

And as for Sweeden and it's nobel writing prize http://www.slate.com/id/2201447/?gt1=38001 do me a fav and go blow it out your yang yang. Now, I am determined to be a better writer.

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Feeling slightly guilty about not blogging all week. I've been sewing. Hmm, what, who? LOL, yes me, I sew and quite well, I might add. Manny has got a Hannie Montannie (Hannah Montana) nightgown (that I need to fix but can't get her to take off except for her shower and before I think of snatching it for the wash or to fix she has it back on *SIGH*), her friend T has got a dress of white eyelet (the top) and a flowered bottom that looks like wysteria flowers, her friend L and L's little sis K have gotten a "Bug" print dress to match Lulu's party dress, Lulu got a pink cloud and pink sun on light pink night gown, Manny also has a white eyelet jacket (balaro style) almost finished, a white and rainbow eyelet skirt (still need to add the zipper I just need more white thread), a high school musical skirt (cut out just need to change the bobbin to sew that one), oh and lets see there are about five in the making and the fabric and patterns for at least ten more waiting to be made.

And yeeees, in case your wondering, it is really hard to do this with a two year old! She sits on my lap while sewing and I help her guide the fabric in. She thinks she is helping (hopefully no one looks too closely at the crooked lines) and that makes her happy to help. Cutting out the stuff is another story. I do that in a big time hurry when LuLu is napping! I also save the finishing touches for my aunt. Like ruffles! Like zippers and button holes... :)

Back to school for Molly on Friday. It will be her first day as a fourth grader. Yea! She is really growing up, I wish her daddy would do the same!

what else? I am domestically retarded. Yes indeedy. Honest, I try. I clean. I clean alot. Why is my house always wrecked at bedtime? Grrr. OK, so maybe in the real world 8pm is not bedtime, but I feel like crap. My nose is running and my ear aches!

Nighty nite.

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Oh my. Was that a great Eureka eppisode or what! It has had me thinking all robatronics for a few day and even writing some fan fic type eppisode on robatronics for them, Yea right.

Yes W.O.W, the fleas are still in the dogs room. We are on another chemical, maybe this one will work.

Went through Mollys closet and the little &&&&& has like 10 million outfits with tags still on them, and wants me to go buy her clothes. Hmmm. Um... NO! We spent like two hours trying on clothes and deciding what fits and what goes, what needs to be hemmed or ironed, and she has about 15 outfits or dresses that she can wear. There is also a black garbage bag full of the stuff that don't fit no more that is nice enough to get handed down, and sadly that many more that are going to the dump. And this youngin wants to go back to school shopping. OOOOH.

I have raised Lulu to be the queen wimp of the family. Yes indeedy. It was nice this morning so we took breakfast and coffee on the screened in front porch. Lulu was done and sitting on the bottom rung of the ladder and looking out at the peacan tree. This tiny spider decides to crawl up her arm. (I didn't see the spider do this, but I did witness it scurry away like hell broke loose) Because hell did in fact break loose in the form of Lulu. She jumps off of that ladder and lets off a shreik that must have been heard as far north as Canada and she is spazmadically jumping around and ripping her clothes off. I rush to her aid and yank the shirt off calmly asking what is wrong. She keeps screaming BUG BUG BUG. Um ok. This is the south, we are on the porch. I turn the shirt inside out and there is an incredibly small spider. I mean like draw a dot on the paper and give it 1/16 of an inch of a line for legs. Small. I flick it on the floor, turn the shirt right side out, check her for bite marks (none and that actually came first) and then I offered to put her shirt back on her.

The look I got. I mortally offended her. Honest.

Animal news. I have a hop toad the size of a softball that is living under my Japanese Maple tree by my door that keeps trying to get in. I keep shooing him away with my foot. NO MORE CRITTERS, dang it. So, I am in the shed doing was (the shed is really an addition to the house, it used to be the carport then we enclosed it for a catch all room, that turned into the laundry/tool/ dogs bedroom and the current room where we are having the flea problem) doing laundry. Ileft the door open for a breeze. Ok. You know where this is going, right? I look over and there is a stinking lizard looking in. I yelled at it and shuffled my feet at it. The little Bastard just looked me up and down and then went back to looking in the room. I took the broom and gently brushed it aside (I don't like them, but I really don't want to hurt them either) and he calmly walked off in the direction I shooed him. Why can't the freakly lizard in the house be like that? Huh? And that creep in still behind the china cabnet. We see him run out and before we can get him he runs back under. This other lizard, he was just like, oh OK, I guess I will walk this way. And he was big, like, iguana big.

Anyway, I have to go cut out some patterns and get some sewing done. My car is on the corner getting the oil changed.