Grace Under Pressure (That's Me)

Wednesday, January 15, 2014
"Courage is grace under pressure" is a famous quotation by Ernest Hemingway. Tell us about a personal moment of your grace under pressure.

Sept 9, 2012 I held my head up high and walked in to my ex husband's visitation/funeral like I belonged there. I went for my kids and my grandkids and I was glad I did. I talked to ex in laws and a lot of Benny sympathizers who hated me after I left (even though HE was the one who had the girlfriend if you recall) and I stayed till the very end. I even pretended I didn't see that little witch girlfriend when she showed up even though by now I realize she did me a favor.(They didn't last of course and I actually LIKED the girlfriend he had when he died. And just because she did me a favor doesn't mean I have to like her anyway).

RIP Benny Combs see ya in the next world

The first Blog Post I Ever Wrote

Thursday, November 28, 2013

How do you feel about the first blog post you ever wrote?

Extremely sad. If memory serves me right my first blog post happened after my daughter's first boyfriend was killed in a car wreck way back in 2002. It wasn't so long ago that someone found it on the way back machine and asked me about it. That's when I realized that things on the internet don't ever go away. 

The next time I started blogging Daily was on Myspace in 2005. I posted a lot of song lyrics with guitar chords. Much much happier about those.

RIP Benny Combs

No doilies today. My ex husband, Benny Combs, passed away yesterday. He never thought much of my crocheting. He did play a mean guitar though.

Right before I kicked his sorry butt out of my life back in 2001 I made him one last quilt. He used it until he died and he even said he wanted to be buried with it (or at least that's what I was told. I looked at the quilt Saturday when I went to see him but I don't have a picture of it. Maybe my kids do somewhere.

RIP Blues Blaster I miss you already

Just got word a friend passed....sad day for  us in the Acoustic Pond



Scott is the big guy on the right

here's the video I did for him a couple of years ago coz he liked this song

RIP Misako... I will Miss you 190/365

Got word an old friend from Rossville has passed away. She was very special to my family. My thoughts and prayers are with all the Wasson children. This is Misako and I at my mom's funeral, Oct 2008.

A Grand Haul from Gina 80/365

Oh my my what a day! Up down UP down...emotional roller coaster times 10.

I got a call from a former boss wanting website work done. Yes, I need the money but I am reluctant to accept the job because he's so hard to work for.

I got a call from someone who saw my website and wants a walking stick but wants badges/souveniers from different countries his wife had visited. "Look on Ebay for some and call me back dude"

The cuffs I beaded for the new fox stick weren't a good enough contrast so I have to make another set. The good news is Jack's etsy shop is getting a lot of attention...yay!

I opened my email to find a message from my first real BF, Rick Anderson. Not good as he killed himself a year ago. WTH!?! It was obviously a hack job and I reported it to Yahoo. Ugh.

I called my sister to tell her about the email and she told me my wayward brother's address so that was good.

Jack got the dreaded "End of Unemployment Benefits" letter but I got him signed up for another round so we are hopefully OK for another couple of months.

I went to Miss Jean's memorial service and cried my eyes out. She was dearly loved and everyone is really missing her. I gave Pam a copy of the picture I posted of Jean yesterday and everyone got a good chuckle. Jean would have loved that.

The best thing that happened though is the package I got from my upstream IME (International Moleskine Exchange) partner, Gina. I am overwhelmed by her generosity. Yards and yards of baby alpaca (blue) 100% silk (pink) and a lovely Merino lace weight (reds, golds, oranges), a new moley, tea, candy and other goodies....woooooooooooooooo!!!!!!! Check it out!

RIP Miss Jean 79/365

I have to go down to the Printer's Home for a memorial service for Pam's mom tomorrow. Jean was a feisty ol gal with a wicked sense of humor. She will be missed.

Thinking about the printer's Home made me remember this pic that Leslie took of me and Faith Nation. Is that a cool name or what? I read a book about creativity that said we should change our names to something that fits us. I kinda like Faith Nation. It would have to be Faith-Nation Halley though...you know have the whole Faith -Nation as a first name. Or maybe Cheyenne Autumn. I always liked that too. (If I had my way I would have named my daughter that)

The Purple PIllow 64/365

Here is the purple crazy quilt pillow I did for Dennis and Kelli. I hope the spider doesn't freak them out lol. I was going to tell them about the tradition but they didn't open their presents at the reception because they had to catch a plane for their honeymoon or something.

My 365 pic tells how I feel after the death yesterday and news Friday that a friend's son has also died. Bleh

Nice Day for a Wild Wedding 63/365

The story you are about to hear is true. If I knew all the names I would change them to protect the innocent.

Dennis and Kelli got engaged earlier this year. The wedding date was set for Dec 5, 2009. I asked what their colors were so I could make them a quilt or pillow. purple, lavender, white, black. OK... good.

Time passes. I procrastinate. Pillow somehow gets done anyway. (Pictures and story on said pillow tomorrow)

Big day arrives. I get excited, rushing around to do my hair, make new pillow insert, find card, wrap gift.

Jack dropped me off at the Kingdom Hall with 15 minutes to spare.

Go in. It's a sea of purple! I wore pink.....what was I thinking!?!

Sign guest book. Find a seat. Settle in. Get camera ready.

Wait for music. Turn to see ring bearer, flower girls, moms of bride/groom, rest of wedding party, beautiful bride.

Cry. Take some decent pictures. Cry. Listen to wedding talk. Cry more.

Bow head for final prayer. Hear strange sound like a loudish cough/groan. Hear it again. Assume it's the young handicapped man who was earlier taken to the back for a coughing spell.

AMEN.

Notice a slight flurry of activity to my left, across the aisle.

Notice bigger flurry and someone being laid on floor.

Notice young man in row in front of me throw off his suit coat and go over along with the lady sitting next to me.

Hear the words "No pulse"

WHAT?!?!?!?!

CPR, cell phones dialing 911.

Announcement from platform "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a medical emergency. We need you all to leave for the reception right away so the emergency vehicles can get in"

Stunned silence.

Yes. It happened. Someone died of a massive heart attack at the wedding I attended. I'm still in shock.

We all went ahead to the reception, but it was subdued to say the least. At least there was cheesecake.