“Hey Mom, I spotted something else. Come see!”
“Stormie, you have to move. I can’t see what you’re looking at.”
“Is this better? What are these? Can I go get them?”
“No, Stormie. Those are insects of some kind. They have to stay outside, and you have to stay inside.”
“Can I swat at them from in here?”
Stormie, always doing her job to keep an eye on our world to protect us from the elements and beasts that go bump in the night.
G I V E A W A Y
Here are two last clues for the give away I first posted here.
And then here.
It has a theme… can you figure it out? Take a guess and post it in the comments. The person who comes closest will win… something related to the theme. If you think you know the theme, post your answer in the comments below this post. I will announce the winner on Saturday, September 6th, 2008.
This is my Dear Jane block G-7, Indianapolis. Sometimes when doing these blocks, you get one that is very “fiddly.” This is such a block, at least for me. Don’t look at the piecing… if you do, you’ll say, “Wow, she sure didn’t line up her seams very well.” I tried. Inbetween watching the Democratic Convention and taking a good powerwalk around the neighborhood, I fiddled this block to death. I would either kill it, or it would kill me.
I won. When it blends in with the rest of the blocks in the finished quilt, I don’t think you’ll even notice it.
Unless, of course, you are a member of the elite “Quilt Police.”
Please keep your thoughts to yourself.
This is a political commentary. I won’t be offended if you don’t read it and click on.
Somebody recently asked John McCain how many houses he had. He said, ‘I’m not sure, I’ll have to check with my staff,'” So he asked his staff and then said, ‘at least four.’ Four houses. Not two. Not three, but at LEAST four. And in my mind, I’m thinking how filthy stinking rich do you have to be to get to the point where you don’t know how many houses you have? I can count mine on one finger.
My husband and I work hard to try to make the house payment every month. I worked for four years as a Realtor in the State of Michigan, where in July 2008 we were ranked the 7th highest state in foreclosure filings. I’ve been inside newly foreclosed homes. I’ve talked to dozens of people who have recently lost their home. Two houses on my little street are in foreclosure. Foreclosure has touched my family. It’s an ugly beast that comes to steal your life away from you, and leaves you feeling down and out and so far behind the eight ball you think you’ll never bounce back. And John McCain doesn’t know how many houses he owns?!?! Give me a break!
I want a president who has had to work hard for every penny he or she owns. I want someone who knows what sweat equity is. Who has had to mow his own lawn and clean his own gutters because he didn’t have the money to pay someone else to do it. I want someone who has had to look hard and long at his check book to figure out just how to make the month’s mortgage payment happen. I want someone who isn’t so filthy stinking rich that he or she gets massive tax breaks “just because.” I don’t want someone with “at least four” houses to move into a big white house that my tax dollars helped pay for. By the way, to set the record straight, McCain actually owns 7 houses.
One for each day of the week. I wonder if they have labels on them, like underwear?