And the Winner is…

Thanks for all who entered to win my little tutu.  Your comments were sweet and a lot of you made me laugh!

I found a few new websites that I’ll be following.  The internets are FULL of interesting people.

If you’re interested in purchasing a tutu or fairy wand, I do have several made and custom orders are always welcome.  The fairy wand is $6.00 and the tutus are $12.00.  Email me for details!

So we had 102 entries. Using the generator at, we get:

The winner is 93- Eleanor- who said:

Congratulations to Eleanor and her 4-year old!  I’ll be sending you an email real soon!

Thanks everyone for playing.  Cross your fingers that I won SOMETHING from the talented people participating in the Sew Mama Sew Giveaway!

Free at Last, Free at Last

If you’re looking for the Sew Mama Sew giveaway, it’s HERE.  All your comments are so sweet, I wish I had enough tutus for everyone!

What do you think is the best feeling in the world? 

I like when I get all swishy in the tummy when my kids smile (their real smiles, not their fake smiles), when I hear Zombiegirl laugh or when MR looks at me in just the right way.  That swishy feeling is good- great even- but I’m talking about a purely physical feeling, not the ones brought on by emotion.  Such as a back scratched, a foot rubbed, okay look away, squemish family members… sex or a strong, solid hug. 

I’m a physical being.  I liked my feet rubbed and my back scratched.  I like hugs and kisses and licks and nibbles.  Trace your finger up and down my arm and I’m in heaven.

Especially when I have a migraine. 

For almost a week now I’ve woken up with a really bad headache bordering on a migraine.  I know it’s the crazy rainy weather, but I can’t do anything about that.  I’m “overdrawn” at the acupuncturist- my insurance will only pay for 12 sessions a year and I’m already up to 16 so I can’t go back until I either fight with the insurance company or pay for the treatments myself, which right now is not an option.  So I take Excedrin for migraines, pop some Peanut M&M’s and overdose on coffee while the headache/migraine snickers behind my back.

After battling the pain all day yesterday, sitting in a few stupid meetings and attending Zombiegirl’s Middle School Spring concert last night, I was ready to bash my head in with a hammer.  Since it was too much trouble to go down to MR’s workroom to find a hammer, I opted for laying on the couch to stare at the television.  MR came up and scootched my legs up and slid under them and scratched up and down my bare legs while I zoned out.  I didn’t know which felt better- the scratching or the zoning.  He put me in a semi-trance where I could, for a while, forget my pain.

Then he stopped.  He always does.  Damn it, why can’t he go on touching and scratching and caressing for hours and hours?  Selfish beast…

We went to bed and I knew I was in trouble because I kept tossing and turning trying to find a cool spot on the pillow.  If being vertical hurt my head during the day, being horizontal at night was agony.  After about an hour (and no chance of MR scratching one of my body parts because he fell asleep, inconsiderate cad that he is…) I got up and went back to the couch with a bag of frozen edamames for my head and a box of M&M’s.  I know the Simpson’s were on, but I saw everything through a haze of pain and registered nothing.  When Kansas came home from work, she took one look at me and asked me why I was crying.

But I wasn’t, and I hadn’t.  At least not yet.  Seems the pressure in my head caused my eyes to swell and turn red. 

Where’s that hammer?

After a while I got sleepy enough that no amount of pain would dare keep me awake, so I went back to bed.  This morning the sun streaming through my window and the chirp of the new baby birds woke me up before the alarm did.  And I felt the best feeling in the world…

…the absence of pain.  It was almost like a hole where a migraine should be.  I shook my head a little…nope, nothing.  Like an evil bubble burst and I was left with the sweet nothingness without even an afterthought.  And so far, it hasn’t come back.

The best feeling in the world?  Sometimes it’s not feeling a thing.

Goin’ to Bear Mountain, Charlie


If you’re looking for the Sew Mama Sew Giveaway, it’s HERE.

The last day of our Easter break vacation (I’m working backwards with the blog posts…) we took up the Appalachian trail kind of where we left off last time.  We carpooled with Dad to the Bear Mountain State Park parking lot, then Dad drove us to the Appalachian Market on Route 9.  He dropped us off and we worked our way back east the seven miles to BMSP.  Across Route 9, we see this, our starting point:

Zombiegirl really liked going over the marsh on this wooden footpath (they call it something official, but I forget…) but I wasn’t too happy when I had to step over the damaged part.  Whenever I go hiking I have visions of myself landing face first in a stream or tumbling ass-over-forehead off a cliff.  Yet so far, I haven’t had any major calamities.  I said “yet”…

This was fun.

The hike continued pretty much uneventfully- a few up and down terrains, a few bazillion pesky midges and absolutely no other soul except us three.  MR and Z-girl ventured off the trail at one point to a rock outcropping and found this:

Bear?  Probably, but at the time I tried convincing MR and the kid it was anything but.  I really don’t think they bought the story of aliens.  Funny that I would be more afraid of bears than aliens…

About halfway into the hike, we stopped in a little clearing close to one of the campsites on the trail for lunch.  I tried out the tiny little propane stove I bought last year.  I was also carrying a pot from our kitchen (which will be replaced with a much lighter one next time we do this. )  NOTHING beats macaroni and cheese cooked outside.  I hate mac and cheese normally but this was ambrosia!

After a much needed lunch and bathroom break, we started toward the high point of this trip- the Bear Mountain bridge.  When I saw the bridge from Perkins Tower last year, I knew I had to walk across it.  That bridge might be the high point of my day, but it’s actually the lowest point on the whole Appalachian Trail. 

Yeah, it may be the lowest point, but it’s still pretty high up…

We braved the buffeting winds and the speeding cars and entered the last lap of the hike, the part we kept secret from Zombiegirl…the Bear Mountain Zoo.  Seems the Appalachian Trail runs right smack dab through this teeny-tiny little zoo.

Unfortunately, by the time we reached the teeny-tiny zoo, Z-girl was all kinds of moody (tired) and pissed off (tired).  It took a look at her favorite animal to cheer her up:

When the kid stepped close to the fence, this little beauty stared at her, then started growling…low in the throat at first.  Zombiegirl turned around to look at us and at that sudden movement, the coyote started snarling at her.  We think because she was small, the coyote thought “Lunch!”   Coyote Girl finally calmed down and posed for a few pictures.

The zoo was cute- there were owls,

and vultures,

and turkeys,

and bears.  Sleeping bears…just like I like them.

On the way out, we saw some wildlife NOT in cages:

Yeah, those are vultures.  We counted about 15 of them in one tree alone.  Then a little further, we saw these:

No, they’re not trees, they’re baby deer.  In the wilds of the zoo.  Did they wander in there through the front gate?  We were stumped as to how they got there.

After we left the zoo, we walked through the (leaky) tunnel under the 9W highway and around Hessian Lake back to the parking area.  Approximately seven miles and six hours later we were back on the road toward home with another section of the AT under our belts.  The NY section of the AT is 88 miles and we’ve done 20!

This summer we’re planning on starting on Route 9 and go easterly through Graymoor Friary and Fahnstock.  That way we’ll end up at my in-law’s houses (Oscawanna Lake) for a ride back.

Yeah, that’s the plan.  If the bears don’t eat us.

Sew Mama Sew Giveaway

I had so much fun participating in the last Sew Mama Sew giveaway I decided to do it again.  I virtually “met” some wonderful people last time around who really appreciated my little tutus, so I figured I’d make another one, plus a matching fairy wand!

This tutu was inspired by three gorgeous little French princesses- red, white and blue.  It’s also perfect timing for kicking off the summer in the USA.  Can you picture your own little princess at a Fourth of July barbeque flitting around in this?  It’s 19″ diameter, so it will fit a typical 2-3 year old.  The fairy wand is padded, so little consequence will come to one who get’s “granted” a wish on top of their head.

To enter the giveaway, leave a comment here by midnight May 25th and I’ll do the random generator thingy to pick a winner.  Make sure you leave an email so I can contact you.  The winner will be posted sometime on May 26th and your package will be shipped on the 27th.

Thanks for visiting and good luck!

Voices in my Head

ME: So why’d you leave us hanging?  We’re WAITING to hear about coyotes and ovens and birthdays.

MYSELF: I know, (hanging head) I know.  I’ve just been so…busy.

ME: Well, we think you need to prioritize.  There are people waiting to hear from you and you have to blog about the shit you’ve been doing because it’s been AWESOME- don’t you want to remember it?

MYSELF: I will.  Just let me watch this last episode of EXTREME COUPONING…

ME: What?  You’re watching TV?  No…no…no.  You have to write.  You have to document.  You have to mail out packages and answer emails.  YOU HAVE TO GET YOUR POST READY FOR THE NEXT SEW MAMA SEW GIVEAWAY!

MYSELF: I’m doing important…research.  I’ve taken the couponing bull by the horns and I need pointers!  These couponing women are insane and I want to be just like them.  The other day at work, my mail guy comes over to my desk to ask me to sign something and he sees my desk covered with cut coupons.  I feebly tried to cover them but I was caught red-handed.  I DID tell him I was running a routine (really, I was!) but I don’t think he believed me.  So yeah, instead of blogging, I’ve been going trying to save the family money.

ME: Noble, yes, but back to reality here.  You need to put your thoughts down.  You need to draft a post for the giveaway.  By the way, what are we giving away?

MYSELF: (blank stare)

ME: WHAT?  Don’t you know what you’re giving away yet?

MYSELF: I have an idea.  I just have to finish it.

ME: (groaning) Oh, you never finish anything!  You still have piles of stuff to finish on practically every surface in your sewing room.  We’re doomed.

MYSELF:  I’ll get to it this weekend, I promise.  And I’ll take pretty pictures with my new EGO Light Unit MR got me for my birthday and I’ll write up a post and be all ready for Monday.

ME: We’re not holding our breath.

MYSELF: Really, I will.  AND I’ll finish the draft post about the coyotes and post those pictures.  AND I’ll answer those emails AND ship that package out to California.  Promise.

ME: (Dubiously) Okay.  We’re going to put all our trust in you that you’ll get this done this weekend.

I: Speak for yourself, schizo.  She’s still got two episodes left of EXTREME COUPONING on the DVR.

ME: Where’s that remote?

Don’t Send Out the Amber Alert Just Yet.

No, I was not eaten by wolves, although Zombiegirl was kind of attacked by a coyote recently.

No, I was not on a secret mission in Pakistan maintaining radio silence so Osama Bin Laden would not be tipped off to the raid.  I was hiking in a remote area, however, not seeing another human (except the kid and the hubs) practically all day.  Osama could have hidden out in Bear Mountain State Park for weeks and no one would have found him.

No, I wasn’t fired or transferred and didn’t win the lottery (no surprise there, April!)  I have been STOOPID busy at work being everyone’s whore and haven’t had a moment to surf the ‘net, blog or answer any emails.

No, I wasn’t captured by aliens.  At least I think I wasn’t.  Some days I think my mind may have been tampered with because April (the month, not the friend) flew by way too fast, causing me to think my Time-Space Continuum was altered.  In any event, the aliens must not have found anything interesting on my person and they let me go…

No, I wasn’t kidnapped by Columbian drug lords.  I did spend a day next to a 2,000 degree oven which is hotter than Columbia ever gets.

No, I didn’t go to Hilton Head to see my in-laws for Easter this year.  I did take a staycation though, and had a really nice Easter with the family, Dad and Rob.  I say it was nice because the guys and Zombiegirl went to a Mets game (thanks, Jimmy!  I owe you an email…) and I was able to cook in peace and watch Weeds with Beena.

No, I didn’t have an accident and end up in the hospital in intensive care.  On the contrary, I celebrated a very healthy birthday at my favorite Mediterranean restaurant.  Oh, and dragged the family to see a gnome movie.  Don’t ask.  I think the family would rather have spent the time in intensive care.

No, I wasn’t swallowed by a whale.  I have been spending an enormous amount of time being wet though, watching soccer and softball games in the rain.

So no, nothing drastic happened to me to cause my disappearance from the blog.  I haven’t had time to fart, let alone drop in on my blog friends and my favorite places.  I haven’t been able to respond back to an adorable movie (Djaj) or send out some homemade goodness (Jansie and Kim).  I need to send out love to several people in my life who need it and I’ve been slacking.  I’ve made plans for dinner that I’ve had to cancel because something (hopefully good) came up.

I just haven’t had time.  Yet all my time has been (mostly) taken up with good stuff, good things going on and with connections with good people.

Despite all the craziness, I’m back in a good place.  I need to tweak my schedule a bit to include the things I’ve been neglecting (Dad!  I’ll be over to plant my veggies REAL soon!), ignore the truly insane people bent on making my life uncomfortable and my life will finally feel like it’s landed butter-side up.

It’s all good.  Even when it’s bad, it’s okay…it gets good again.