Maxi skirts and a fashionable life

I have finally, after a year of hoarding the fabric for this purpose, made my maxi skirt. It is comfy and kind of cute. I’m rather excited about it. There are tons of tutorials so I will link one a few of those rather than trying to reinvent the wheel. Its cute and versatile and cute and comfy and cute.


Steven is training in Montgomery for 13 weeks (12 weeks as of today) and last Monday was his first day to be gone so I had the whole house, the very empty whole house to myself. By 6pm I was going stir crazy to alleviate that feeling I turned on the Pandora and set to work on this skirt. It only took about an hour to make from start to finish and I didn’t actually measure anything. I took a skirt that I knew would fit and used that to measure my fabric, then sewed the seams, added a waist band and some elastic.


Even Poquito likes it.

The total cost of this skirt was $1.50

Happy Monday!



Shocks to the system

There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.


Want to frighten me beyond words,

beyond my ability to immediately process,

then tell me that one of my siblings has been flown to the Knoxville Trauma Center and is in Critical condition.

Yesterday I was doing laundry, and making breakfast, and sleeping late (which is unusual for me), and bee bopping along making my grocery list and listening to Jon Stewart and just generally enjoying my day off. Steven came home late Friday and we manged to sleep late for the first time in a while. And then I get this phone call…My brother had been in an accident.


Let me just repeat that for emphasis: My 22 year old, blonde haired, blue eyed, baby faced,kindhearted, baby brother was flown from Gatlinburg where he had been on a CYC retreat with a 1000 other people. All those other people went home just fine. My brother, bless him, ran into a pole. Yes, you heard me right, he was in a hurry, not paying attention, and so he ran into a low hanging pole. This sounds like no big deal right, and I almost guarantee on anyone else it wouldn’t be, but he then fell, hit his head, knocked himself out, and had a foaming at the mouth, convulsing seizure. Luckily there was a nurse right there who helped him and called 911.


At some point they intubated him, someone called my sister, who then called me. I think for the first 2 hours I was in shock. Luckily Steven was home and he helped me pack the car and get out the door and on the way to Knoxville which is a 4 to 5 hour drive from Florence btw. He had to call his supervisors because he still has to go back to Police Academy tomorrow and let them know that his brother in law was in critical condition. I called my boss and said something. I have no idea what at this point. And we got on the road. On the way there I heard things like, “he is waking him up” and “they are taking the intubation tube out” and  “he has a concussion but we still don’t know about the seizures”. None of that made any particular sense to me. I suppose my mind was not in the right place. I just knew I wanted to see with my own two eyes that he was breathing and until then nothing anyone said was going to make any sense.

So we traveled, and traveled, and traveled. You know it takes so much longer to get to a place than to come back from it. And then we were there and I was walking into a hospital room and looking at my baby brother in a hospital bed hooked up to several unpleasant machines with a swollen lip and staples in his head. He has never been hospitalized before. He is clumsy and he gets bruised up a lot, but he was in the hospital. My mind, which normally doesn’t have a hard time processing much of anything had a very hard time with that. In typical John fashion though he was in a good mood, making fun of himself and apologizing for everyone else’s inconvenience from his hospital stay.

I think it is safe to say that he is going to be ok now. He has a concussion and they have to run some tests, but he is ok. He is confined to a bed at the moment and still attached to several machines, but he will more than likely be fine. I may take a while to recover from the shock.

ImageHave a lovely day.



New theme for the still somewhat new year!

I have a new theme, and I absolutely, positively, love it. The phoenix is kind of my thing. There are a million phoenix references and poems and so on and so forth but there is an excerpt from a rather crazy poem by a somewhat crazy man with a god complex that describes why I like the phoenix imagery so much.


And when they seek
to oppress you
and destroy you;
rise and
rise again
and again
like The Phoenix
from the ashes;
until the lambs
have become lions
and the rule of Darkness
is no more
Tell me what you think about it! Also that skirt posting will eventually get posted when I get around to taking pictures.


Syria: President Obama’s Rwanda

Willis and law Online

This is hard for me to write. It is rare for an issue to offend literally every sensibility I have, to find an issue that enrages me to the very core of my being. This is one such issue. The civil war in Syria is a wildfire, only instead of firefighters trying to stop it they stand back wondering what to do. The Obama administration has been wrong in virtually every way possible when it comes to Syria and it has cost over 100,000 lives and has displaced over 4 million people. If nothing is done Syria will pull Lebanon, and Iraq into its hellish civil war. Jordan, Iran, Turkey, Israel, and the Gulf states will begin picking sides (some have already done so).

A brief timeline.

  • It began March 15, 2011, with a protest against the Assad regime, it was called a Day of Rage. It began to protest…

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“Why Won’t You Educate Me About Feminism?”

The Belle Jar

He doesn’t hate women.

Above and beyond everything else, he wants you to know this: he does not hate women.

He has two daughters, for god’s sake, and a wife that he adores beyond anything else, and a sister that he texts every day and a mother who is the strongest person that he’s ever known – yes, stronger than any of the men he’s met. So don’t think that this is because he hates women.

If anything, his real problem is loving women too much.

See, he just wants his daughters to grow up safe and happy. And to be honest, some of the things that you’re saying – that these feminists are saying – are troubling to him.

He just wants to have a sort of academic chat. Peer to peer. Grownup to grownup. That’s all. He’s not saying you’re wrong – not by a long shot! He…

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Infinity scarves and life

This is today:


I think there is a such thing as self imposed exile. That was basically the last few years of my life. Ive shed a lot of people, friends, family, acquaintances…. there are very few people in my life now that were in it three years ago. Perhaps that is what we do when we get out of college and figure out what we want in life. I still dont know exactly, but it I may be closer to figuring out.

On a less weird and much happier note I am working on a cool project with my grandmother-in-law Inez. She wants to make infinity scarves for all the ladies in our family. This is a great tutorial

Infinity Scarf Tutorial

I can’t wait. Now I just need to figure out what I want to make to go with them.

Have a lovely Sunday everyone. I think I will.