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| A crochet/ craft only blog for those who do not wish to delve in to my 'life' on the main blog. Note - all crochet terminology used is in US form. Email address, eyriecrochet-spam@gmail.com "...I make things because I love knowing that I can. I love knowing that I put all my love and creativity into it. And I love knowing that in this hectic world, I can sit down and make something useful and beautiful. Often, other people wonder why I would do this when I could buy a rug at Walmart for ten dollars. I think that the point is slowing down and enjoying the journey, even if it is taking much longer than I originally thought that it would...." |
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 Grans funeral was held earlier today. A lot of tears, but also a few smiles. Two of my cousins got up to speak about gran, and shared some beautiful memories, and a few things I hadnt thought of for years. God I miss you so very much already gran. There were so many flowers, it was beautiful. The whole service was so special. I had both of my beautiful daughters by my side. I know I didn't say this enough, so I'm saying it now. I love you gran  | ||
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| Grans passed away today, about 7.30am. More when I can ...
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MR SQUIGGLE scared me! No, not when I watched him on the ABC as a kid, just now! There I was, totally engrossed in playing Resident Evil 4 on my PS2 (ok so I'm a gamer, deal with it), trying to survive 10 zombies attacking me, when the Mr Squiggle stuffed toy falls from the adjacent shelf! GODDAMMIT! I jumped about 12 feet! Straight up! LOL Yes yes, I know, you're all so very proud of me just now .....    | ||
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I've never trusted mushrooms. Yes yes, I know what you're thing. "... but mushrooms have never done us any harm ... " Haven't they? How many times have you 'misplaced' things in your home? A good example? Ok, car keys (and always when you're in a hurry to get somewhere). How often are you on the phone, and someone asks you to 'write this down.' How often can you actually find a pen? Why is it that only one sock seems to return from each pair when you do the laundry? Who is it that keeps moving the damn TV remote? I'll tell what's really happening here. Mushrooms. Yes, You heard me. Mushrooms. They grow from dead things. They like to stay in the dark. Evil. And they move. No, we don't see them move, but they do! Just enough to get around, and hide one sock, and keys, and pens, Mushrooms. They are not what they seem friends.  | ||
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| More trains in my life again In dreams, death means change In my life, the same is true of trains each time my life changes, I ride trains. New days, in my new life new beginnings are beginning so many changes are happening with as many more to come I have a new home, and the ink is flowing through my veins again as are the tears and the pain as reality kicks in. Old memories flood back memories, of childhood, songs places, people peole that made an impact (where are you MJ?) days and nights on the beach Andie as a baby all revolve around trains. So many more memories memories of trains of laughter and tears of writing and changes...  | ||
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| Through the darkness, I see your eyes shining with accidental innocence behind the faced, I watch you yearning for the decadence that you were promised before he let you down again and beat you back down into submission he left you crying in the corner where you waited, for me to pick up the puzzle and put your heart back together so I picked up the pieces of both our lives and together we built a new heart one we share a heart that will never be broken a heart that shines with accidental innocence ...  | ||
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 First, my new jewellery. Pretty huh? That's an 8mm hole in my ear LOL Next, a snippet of conversation from a chat site, where someone dear to me makes an admission I had to blog for ten thousand close personal friends to see (OMG she's gonna kill me!) Pepper 12.37» HotBabe26, Yep i'm miss stubborn HotBabe26 12.41» Pepper, Atleast you admit it lol Pepper 12.43» HotBabe26, Lol girl its 1 of my best qualities. I'm proud to admit it. Unlike some men from australia that i know. Not calling any names lol (Let's just note here that Pepper is my bestest friend in the world, and as such she loves me dearly and won't be tempted to hurt me for this in any way, shape, or form ..... lol..... I hope!) | ||
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Kell and I are no longer together ... YES, we're still friends. | ||
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| My gran has slipped into a coma. The doctors are just waiting now. I'm just waiting for that call ....
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| Lack of sleep. It means different things to different people. To me. it's an opportunity to see the world as it really
is. This world isn't the three dimensional, sunshine and roses place
most people think it is. So let me help you see what is out there, if
you know how to see it. When I lay down to sleep each night, from the corner of my eye, I almost see something move. A large black spider is creeping slowly across my pillow, closer to my ear, closer. I quickly turn my head before it crawls inside, but it disappears before it reaches me, as it always does. Sometimes, I think I might fall asleep before I see how close that spider is. I don't want to wake up one morning knowing it's crawling around inside my head. Sometimes, when I'm walking past a doorway, I almost see someone standing there. I keep staring toward them, waiting for them to speak, but they vanish too. Cats are like these examples, these things that you only see when you're half asleep. They seems to just appear in front of you. Other times, cats seem so ephemeral, that you expect them to fade away before your eyes. Would you like to know the truth about cats? When I was a kid, every family I knew, had a cat. Not much had changed while I was growing up. If anything, cats had become even more popular. I think that's how they always wanted it to be. Years later, in the street where I lived, there were only one or two cats to begin with. Just one or two, here and there, nothing to worry about. Then something happened. Cats began cganging, then found a new food source, and kept changing. At first, cat owners simply thought their pets had devolped a few 'personality problems.' Once friendly, devoted pets began biting. Some cats seemed smarter, more active than they had been. Others just wandered off, never to return. Of themselves, each of these were only mild concerns; again, nothing to worry about. I don't own a cat, never have, can't stand the things. So that said, I didn't notice that much was changing, until the behavior of the local cat population made a more obvious right-angle to the 'norm.' Vet's were swamped calls about 'collapsing' cats, each owner describing a similar situation. "It's as if all my cats bones are gone!" Something that I did notice, was that the neighbourhood ogs were gone. I don't mean that htey were quiet, or that a few had gone missing. They were gone! Many people put it down to lack of attention, after all, cats were getting the limelight now. Others said that for whatever reason, their dogs were just lost and would find their way home. That's a lot of lost dogs. There always seems to be a poster here and there, a photo-copied plea in the letterbox. This wasn't just the occasional stray, but dozens of dogs, sometimes dozens from the same street. I found myself wondering if that many dogs could all really be lost, especially when most of the cats seemed to be putting on weight. Then I began to see the cats. I mean really see them for what they had become. They began to appear in places that they could not physically be, like narrow spaces. I saw a large cat chasing a mouse. Now, I know that's not so strange, but what happened next........... The mouse ran into the nearest tiny place it could find, an empty cigarette packet. The cat followed it, all the way into the packet! Seconds later, the cat emerged with the mouse clamped securely in its jaws. I couldn't scream, couldn't make a sound. I just turned, and ran. Over the next few weeks, I began to take notice of just how many cats there were now, not just where I lived, but everywhere. They seemed to be eating much better these days, and they were getting bigger. If a cat could chase a mouse into a cigarette packet, there wouldn't be any space to small for them. Imagine if they got really hungry. There'd be nowhere to hide. Have you ever had a good look at the shower drain? It's different to the other drains in the house. The holes are just that bit bigger, more room for things to climb through. Like cats ...  | ||
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| Its seems my gran won't be here by the weekend. What was initially diagnosed as a stroke was actually some bleeding in her brain, (which is still happening) and at 95 years old, the doctors won't do anything for that. While last night she was at least partially coherent, it was all downhill overnight. Today, they have decided that IF gran is still here by Friday (doesn't seem likely) they will do an assessment and she will be moved to a nursing home when she's strong enough. Thankyou for your thoughts and prayers my friends. Rav | ||
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Melbourne, passing through Flinders Street Station, the heart of this noisy, stinking beast. A brief ray of sunshine is hunted down and digested. The smothering of what used to be air, the sickening feeling that threatens to engulf me, each time I come near this concrete asylum. Below the surface, travelling within this mass transit caterpillar, through the seemingly endless labyrinth, home to the commercial beast. Briefly blinding daylight, and I can see concrete villages. They are decorated by spray cans, and occupied by artificial plants and plastic people ...  | ||
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