Crafty Mom: Yarn Disc Thingies

So today I found myself in quite a bit of pain from my hip and my knees. And my big toe. Seriously, my damned arthritic toe decided to get in on the action today. Anyway, so I was bored. I needed something to help me relax because due to the side effects of my pain meds, I can’t take them during the day and expect top watch my son at the same time. So they’re generally reserved for the late evening and night time. As I said, I was bored and needed something to distract me from the pain. BUT it had to be something not super involved, and something I could set down and walk away from for long periods of time, AND something that didn’t require a lot of prep, cleanup, or sharp objects.

WIN_20150915_10_43_24_ProSo… I had a stack of old scratched up, unfixable, and disc-rotted DVDs sitting around that I keep hoarding “for art projects someday”. I had a bag of scrap yarn that I forgot to give to my mum when I purged the yarn collection that was taking up too much space.

So what’s a crafty mom to do?

Well, something obviously. I grabbed some yarn, I grabbed a disc, and I started wrapping that stuff up! Ended up taking it with me to my doctor’s appointment today, where I got 2 more discs finished.

WIN_20150915_16_58_22_ProI haven’t a clue what I’m going to do with them. I tried out a few ideas like turning one into a pentacle, another into a moon thing. Those didn’t work out so well. I suppose I could get some thin cork sheets and mount them. Make coaster sets or something.

I’m working on the seventh one, as I sit and write this post. It’s very soothing and relaxing work, wrapping these discs and creating these striped designs and stuff. I have nothing but solid colored yarn right now, but I wonder how it would look with verigated and self-striping. I’ll have to ask mum if she’s got any scraps I can grab. I’m running low on my color variety. At any rate, I might mount these to a canvas or something. I honestly don’t know what to do with ’em. But it’s fun, and relaxing. And easy to do with a toddler running around.

I’ll post about this again when I figure out what’s next for these yarn disc things!


Today has been a weird day. Oh yeah, and my dad died.

This morning hubby and I got up early because he had his follow-up with the surgeon today. Mum watched the kid for us. Stopped by the probation office. See, my sister got something in the mail Saturday, but the probation office was closed until today. Well, it was postmarked the day she left my home, so yeah. Anyway, dropped that off there, informed them she no longer lived at my home and residence, and told them where they could find her. And that was that.

My son’s had some weird ass stuff going on during the last few days. His right ear turned so red you’d swear it was a stop sign. But, turned out to be a chigger bite in one of the folds of his ear, and no ear infection or sore throat. He’s just super sensative to bug bites. So, hey! At least there’s that!

Anyway, on the way home from the doctor’s office with my son this afternoon, we got caught by a train on a short cut, so it actually took us longer to get home than it should have. And good thing, too, because if not for the train, my son and I would have been in one wicked car accident. Because the route we were taking home, there’s this one intersection I HAVE to take. I HAVE to go through this one intersection no matter which route I take, it’s unavoidable. But today, because I was caught up by a train, I wasn’t in the intersection when I was supposed to be. And we were safe.

So, aside from that? How much weirder could my day get?

Well lemme tell you… After coming home with my son, safe and sound (the kid was even napping!) I headed back out to do a little grocery shopping and to get us all dinner. The last take-out meal for a good while, since my sister bled us practically dry. So, I went to the store first, since the fish place I was getting dinner from is in the same parking lot. It had started raining when I was ready to head back to the car. I get in, loaded up, and lightning strikes 5 feet behind my car! Fucking seriously! So, after recovering from the shock (should have seen the poor bagger who’d been standing in that spot just moments before the lightning struck. I swear he might have shit his pants), I pulled out of the space and stopped to take a look at the scorch pattern left behind where a puddle had previously been. The direction I was facing to get across the parking lot, I saw more sky to ground lightning strike where my sister supposedly works. So, then I turn into the drive thru at the fish place, and I’m sittin there for about 10 minutes facing the direction of the motel where my sister moved to. I shit you not, sky to ground lightning in a perfectly straight line, repeatedly moving away from the parking lot towards where my sister currently lives. So THAT was weird.

And lastly, I woke up today to see my mum sitting in our green chair at the end of my bed. She does that sometimes after a long night at work. She likes to watch us sleep, especially my son. It helps her calm down after a hectic and hellish night at work, and helps remind her about why she keeps fighting and stuff. Look, I know it sounds weird, but if you knew my mum, you’d know this was actually comforting in a weird kind of way. Anyway, this mornin hubby woke first, and usually when he’s up first he starts a pot of coffee, gives my mum some, and they chat a bit before I wake up. Well, this mornin something big happened.

My dad died during the night. It was a heart attack. He died in his sleep.

My baby sister called my mum at work and told her. Mum and dad have been separated for just over 5 years, but not divorced. It’s not that my mum and dad didn’t love each other anymore. It’s just my mum couldn’t live with him and keep surviving. You don’t spend nearly all of your adult life with someone, have 3 kids together, and not still love them on some level, even if it was hell most of the time. Mum left my dad for self preservation. My beef with the man is my own, and now I won’t ever get any real closure. Not that I actually care. Right now, I don’t actually feel anything about this other than I’m saddened for the people in my dad’s life, and the ones who still cared about him. They’re hurting, so I feel sad for them. As for him, I am relieved to hear how he went (heart attack in his sleep) because I do know he did fear long lingering death rather than a quick and quiet one. If it wasn’t the smoking, or the drinking, it was going to be the hard labor that got him. And that seems to be what did it. Again, I actually feel nothing personally. I made my peace with parting ways from that man a long time ago. Last year, I did send him a late father’s day card/early birthday card with pictures of my husband and my son and myself in them. It was kind of my way of saying “look, I know we don’t talk. But I don’t hate you. I’m working through my bullshit, but I’m not ready for more contact than this and on my own terms. But you had the right to know that you have a grandson, his name is (BLANK) and he is a happy little boy. I have married and am starting to get my life together, so don’t worry about me. I’m happy, I’m safe, and maybe one day, I’ll be ready to talk.” Some people would see that as bitchy or whatever, but for me it was a big step in moving on with my life and letting go of the hate I harbored for him, because it was actually causing problems in me forming relationships with other people, especially men.

So, anyway, he died. Please hold any condolences, because again, I’m actually okay. I’m not mourning, nor am I in denial as some have already said to me today. I simply… don’t care. I know it sounds horrible, and might make me a horrible person. But I honestly have no emotions in regards to my dad’s death other than saddened for those he left behind. His sisters, my baby sister, and her kids, etc. Speaking of my baby sister….

She’s having to deal with this grief while very heavily pregnant and with twins. So please, keep her in your prayers, blessings, whatever it is you do with your god(s). For anyone needing a name for a prayer list, I don’t mind giving a personal name just this once. It’s for a good cause. Her name is Annie Lue Byers. Again, she’s very heavily pregnant with twins, and is pretty far along. I’ve been pregnant and dealing with death of a loved one myself, I know how bad and scary it can get. So please, please keep my sister in your thoughts, prayers, blessings, whatever it is you and your personal god(s) do.

As for me, again, spare your condolences. They would be wasted on me in regards to my dad.

How are different baking chips made?


How are chocolate chips made?

When a mommy Hershey Kiss loves a daddy Hershey Kiss very much they make little baby kisses. These are chocolate chips.

How are peanut butter chips made?

Well…. erm…. A Hershey Kiss hooks up with a Reese’s cup and they have little peanut butter nuggets.

How are white chocolate chips made?

When an albino Hershey Kiss meets another albino Hershey Kiss, they have little albino chocolate chips.

How are butterscotch chips made?

Erm…. Uh…. See…
That’s when a mommy Hershey Kiss and a daddy Hershey Kiss need to…. uhm… spice things up a little bit so they call their friend Werther’s…

How are peppermint chips made?

An elf eats a Hershey Kiss and farts candy canes.

Cleaning out an old writing blog.

I found this while going through the posts on an old writing blog of mine. I have very little context for this, and have no clue why it even exists. The only identifying thing I have is a sentence at the beginning that states: The end result of attending my grandfather’s funeral a few years ago.

So, Uh, there’s that I suppose. I wasn’t exactly close to my grandfather, or that side of the family at all so…. yeah. Anyway, have a chuckle.

 “It was… heartbreaking. So much grief. So much pain. It felt as if I had been slapped in the face by a very large tire.”
“A tire?”
“Is that what I said?”
“Yes. You compared feeling grief to being smacked in the face with a tire.”
“Well then, I suppose-”
“How the hell do you know what it feels like to be smacked by a tire?!”
He paused, and considered this a moment. “My older sister threw a truck at my head once. But that’s besides the point.”
“Back the fuck up. She threw a truck, at your head?!”
“Yes. Can we get back to the dramatic moment of my father’s emotional trauma now, or are we going to talk about my older sister’s anger management problems?”

Random Bit of Weird: a guy named Timothy Pike has started to follow this blog. But THAT isn’t the weird part!

Let me tell you a story of my teenage-college years and my experiences with AOL chatroom roleplaying.

I was good. I wasn’t just good, I was darn tootin awesome. Turn based roleplay, no dice, and multi-post descriptive turns were my specialty. Drama, comedy, and some rather embarrassingly (sometimes) erotic storytelling. I had multiple characters for any setting. Fantasy, sci-fi, modern day, supernatural, murder mystery, even Anime among many others genres and styles. I had my core favorites, of course. The ones that I used in nearly any setting for any type of story.

This is a tale about one of them.

His name, and here’s where the weirdness begins folks, was Temothy Pike.

His stats were red hair, 6 feet tall, son of a Death itself, and he could rock a really mean piano. He was also an artist, mech (specifically a Gundam unit) test pilot, dragon tamer, and a writer.

While the real life Timothy who started to follow this very blog doesn’t have magical powers and bright flaming red hair, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t pilot a giant robot in his free time, he IS IN FACT a writer and musician. I looked him up on Google and everything. And believe me folks, this guy’s really quite fascinating.

Mr. Timothy Pike (I still giggle at the one letter difference between the names), I couldn’t help but give a chuckle when I saw your username, and then checked out your blog. I decided to follow you back as well and look forward to the daily motivational podcasts.

The ending to my teenage-college years story is this: I changed the character’s name and am rewriting some novel length stories I wrote as a teenager where that character is the star. I do hope to one day get the stories published, but it’s not a top priority since they were mainly written for just good fun. And I no longer roleplay in AOL chatrooms. Mostly because the people I actually enjoyed playing with have dropped off the face of the earth. But also because AOL is glitchy on Windows 8.

But seriously guys, check this Timothy Pike guy’s blog out. It’s worth a good solid look and has a writing challenge thing on it that I am seriously looking at for myself. He also has a website so if you want songs for weddings and such, or just want to look at the piano/composer side of him, check out his website yo!