Have you seen this commercial?

My niece posted this on facebook, and my daughter seen it and reposted it to call it to my attention.



Don't you just love it!!!!

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Not much going on here....supposed to have some more bad weather moving in which is forcing me to go shopping.  I told Roger I am ready to do something besides go shopping.  If I had been in my right mind I would have got it done yesterday, and then we could have taken off today for parts unknown.

Bit of sewing...

Would you believe this is a potholder...saw some when fooling around on the internet so sat down and tried making my own pattern and this  is what I came up with.  I would not mind if it was a little bigger but it is still plenty big to use to get a hot pan out of the oven.

The one above and the one below are about the size of a sheet of paper...(Ignor the thread stuck the the front)

and the last one might be a bit wider than one...I started them to make a bigger crumb block, then decided to make potholders of them.  Not real happy with the binding...I did not do a continuous binder where I mitered the corners and I hate the job I did the other way.  The mitered corners are much easier in my book...I don't know what I was thinking.

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It is still bitter cold...I just don't even want to get out and go anywhere in it.  But sooner or later I am going to have to get out and go to Walmart and the grocery.  Just not looking forward to it.

I do want to get back to sewing again, but another puzzle is calling my name.  I keep trying to forget about it but not sure how strong my will is in that dept.

Fishing

Roger

I don't know if there is a single person that reads my blog that likes to fish...well, other than some family members.  When the kids were young, we started wading the creeks and fishing with our ultra-light rod & reels...Roger and I would fish and the kids would fish and/or play.  There is not much that is more exciting than have a small mouth hit your lure...they jump out of the water and fight like crazy.  But as far as fight, if a blue gill got as big as a bass, they would be hard to land.  Some of them really fight.

This is Sarah and one of her friends...

But what I am leading to is, I want to go back and visit childhood.   Reading that exerpt from Where the Red Fern Grows the other night made me remember days gone by.  Especially fishing and how much fun we had.

When we were kids and wanted to go fishing, we never even thought about fishing lures.  I don't even remember how old I was before I fished with a Zebco rod and reel.  Over by the creek that ran along the edge of our property, reeds grew.  We called them reeds, anyway.  They were like regular bamboo...only grew 8 or 10 feet tall and grew there wild.

Whenever we wanted to go fishing, either we had one already cut, or if needed would go cut one and bring it home.  We would tie our fishing string to the little end and wind a few yards around the end, and tie a hook  and sinker to the other end.  I don't remember if we used a bobbin or not...I think we did.

Then for bait, we would find some kind of can, put a couple inches of damp dirt in the bottom, and dig our own redworms.  (You night call them earthworms) I don't know why, but sometimes mom threw some water off the back porch...I don't recall why or if it was just something that happened every now and then.  I am almost positive our kitchen sink had a separate drain...rather than draining into our septic tank.  It drained out and went out under the porch and on down to a ditch.  It was buried, of course, but there was an access outside, out far enough not to be under the kitchen porch.  And when mom threw water out the back, it would be by that access...

Well, right around that area, we could usually dig and find worms because of the dampness.  And another favorite place to look was under anything that had been laying in contact with the ground for a while.  We had clay ground, so it did not dry up quick, and usually if we could find a chunk of wood or board laying like that, we could find a few worms under it.

We would find as many as we could in a short amount of time, and then go fishing.  Usually to this little tiny pond...

Those days were such fun...we never caught anything big enough to eat...we didn't care.  It was fun way to spend a summer afternoon...and fishing just sounds like so much fun right now.  I guess in this bitter cold weather, even mowing the yard has some appeal value.