Lots To Say

I made it through the ugly break up. It was rough, but I’m pretty sure I’m a better woman for it. I did have to go through it alone seeing as how Karen felt the need to jet off to no man’s land during my time of need. Whatever. She has to come back eventually and I will torture her with the horrible details when she gets back. Since I haven’t posted during the break up I now have lots to say. Get a drink this might take awhile.

I attended the Pittsburg Garden Tour on Saturday with my mom and great aunt. It was a great day and we had so much fun.

I know I direct you to my Flickr site a lot, but you seriously have to take a minute to go over there and check out the pictures of the gardens. They were just beautiful and made me feel so inadequate in my gardening skills. I can’t even begin to wrap my mind around the time and money those people invest in their yards.

Following the Garden Tour my mom and I made the little jaunt over to see Tiffany. You know of Tiffany Sews and Around the Block Quilt Shop. You remember….it might have been suggested a few times here and there that I’m stalking her. I think there might have been a restraining order at some point before Oprah got involved. Well, apparently she has had enough of me and being in the same state as me because she feels it necessary to now move out of state. I was so sad to hear that she was moving and that she was closing the store. I forced my mom to take one last pilgrimage over to Parsons on Saturday. I also felt bad about razing poor Tiffany here on my blog so I made it up to her by using my car payment to buy fabric, a book and a few patterns. Because of her I will never get my unfinished projects finished. I still don’t have my quilt done (or started) from my last visit. She is also selling her quilting machine which breaks my heart. I had so hoped she would be able to quilt one of my quilts for me. In all seriousness though, Tiffany I wish you the best of luck in your future endeavours. You have been a true inspiration to me. Keep up the blogging so I can eventually put the pieces together and find out where you are keep up on all of your projects.

I just read a really funny post over at Petunia Face (I finally have her updated on my blog roll. Sorry it took so long.) about being in the bathroom with her daughter. I had to laugh at this because of an experience I had with my mom over the weekend. On our way over to see Tiffany I had to go to the bathroom so we stopped at gas station in the middle of nowhere because that is what is between Pittsburg and Parsons. Nowhere. I had drank three large glasses of iced tea at lunch so I practically jumped out of the car while we were still on the highway. I made my way to the lovely gas station bathroom and some how my mom was right on my heels and followed me in. I discovered it was a one holer and turned to look at her with the the “excuse me you can step outside now look” while doing the potty dance. She read the look and said to me, “You used to go to the bathroom with me in the room when you were little.” And she refused to leave. She just turned around! I’m 31 for Christ’s sake. I don’t want to go to the bathroom with my mom standing in front of me. My butt has grown since then. I’m not going to fall in. I can handle this on my own. Worst of all though, she thought I was going to stay in there while she took her turn. Wrongo sister! I was out of there like greased lighting and I didn’t care that there was a strange looking gentleman sitting at the table right outside the door. Some things just don’t need to be shared between an adult daughter and their mother.

Sunday when I came back to the city I got to spend a little time with my friend Shelly and her sister shopping at Urban Arts and Crafts and Nell Hills. It was a really lovely afternoon and it was great meeting Dezi. (Hi Dezi!) I also got to see sweet little Baby J.