I am NOT going to Michaels craft store anymore....

Yes, naughty. Hold out your hand ...

Excuses don't help - your hand - NOW!

And don't try soft soaping!

Mary

Sounds like a conversation Gail and I just had :) Hugs & God bless, Dennis & Gail

Spike Driver spun a FINE 'yarn':

Dennis, It sounds like a conversation Don and I had, too! (this shortly after I placed two online orders for HIM and ONE for me!) Grin. Noreen

LOL Thank you for the laugh... after the initial nightmare it brought back in a fleeting moment.

Not Likely spun a FINE 'yarn':

--- Holy cow... that kind of opened up a can of worms, didn't it?

Gem/slash.Not Likely. . . and you can do that HERE, with US *anytime*!! Hugs, Noreen

Uh-oh! And will you actually use that book?????

Higs, Katherine

On 14 Apr, 23:22, "Not Likely" wrote: > Holy cow... that kind of opened up a can of worms, didn't it? They say

{{{hugs}}} But didn't it feel good that your mom told-off those idiots at the school? And that your big brother wanted to protect you as well?

Erin

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That's a terrible story but it had a good ending. I'm very sorry to have opened the can - in a way - but pleased because we all need reminding to consider our motives from time to time.

Your story reminded me of a time when I must have been about the same age. I used to get my knuckles rapped with two rulers held together but it was mostly for dreaming or being messy. My mother didn't like my dreaming either, I wish I'd known enough to say that Michelangelo was a dreamer, Beethoven was a dreamer .. etc. But of course I've never dreamed to those heights :-)

As for being messy, it was bad enough when we wrote on slates or in pencil in precious (wartime paper shortage) books but when we graduated to pens which were dipped in ink I simply couldn't control the black stuff, it ended up on my fingers, my clothes, the desk and of course all over the pages. I was a clever child but not neat. A teacher sent me to the headmistress, Mrs Wilkinson. She was a tall, dark haired, rather fearsome figure. All head were fearsome in my mind but that was just me, I know better now that Mrs W Wasn't that tall and she was a kind and generous, if stern, woman.

Mrs Wilkinson looked at the book, looked at me and said, shaking her head, "What ARE we to do with you, Mary?" She didn't punish me but I remember that incident more than any other except when I played the Elfin King in the school play as a five year old and when I burst into tears when told I'd passed my entrance exam to high school - the only girl in the class and the first in the history of the school.

Still a messy dreamer though ... and the typewriter was a blessing to me because it meant that I could write letters which could be read by the recipient :-)

Mary

I trembled in front of her and handed my book.

Of for shame for shame! (Hmmm...I better get down to Michael's, myself!). :D

Wendy

Thank you! :o)

I *hope* so... eventually! If not for Matthew, then for someone else. I can't do the yarnwork as quickly anymore, or even as often... but I still do enjoy doing a row or two whenever I can. :o)

By the way... one of the books was the "Love Me Tender Baby Afghans" (I wasn't actually sure I would even find it anymore, but I lucked out), the other larger book (the most expensive of the four) was Leisure Arts "Color-Bright Creatures" which has 8 Animal Afghans in it... *really* sweet. The two smaller books are Leisure Arts "First Choice Ripple Afghans" and RedHeart "Creature Comforts" Family Slippers that are really cute. Even if I don't get around to doing them soon, the books don't eat anything, and when I'm up to it (and the weather is right... I hate doing yarnwork in the heat of summer, so that is out) they will still be there waiting for me to give them a try.

Yes, it did feel good.... and it was likely a *very* good thing my Dad was working that day or he may have gotten into some trouble, because he would have swung first and asked questions later seeing what had been done to me by the principal. As for my big brother... he was always there protecting me from whoever and whatever. He also taught me to take care of myself (when I got a bit older) for when he was no longer living around here to do it for me. :o)

LOL Yep, before I go back and get all the books. ;o)

Yes, we all do have some stories of our youth don't we? I still remember the stories my Mom told about her youth... and of when she and my Dad in the early days of their union... most of them funny. I have a few jotted down, or on the computer and *will* someday put them into a book, even if only for family members. :o)

I've been in trouble since kindergarten for having a messy desk. 50 years later, I work for an idiot who thinks the office should look like nobody works there. I did have one boss who learned, when a visitor looked askance (sp) at my desk, to reply with a dismissive wave, "she's the creative department."

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fiberlicious. . .

I have a sign that was on my work desk, and is now on my studio/home office desk:

A messy desk is a sign of genious.

'nuff said, yes???

:D Noreen

:-)

There's a story in Britain that advisers are visiting certain offices and showing them where they must put their pen on the desk - and other things too of course. It might be apocryphal but an apologist for the scheme said that it meant for better efficiency.

Could be right - I'm inefficient as well as messy :-)

Mary

I used to have its corollary, which said "A clean, orderly desk is the sign of a sick mind." I'm just waiting for the boss to get in my face about my desk. My reply will be "I can clean, or I can work. You pick."

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fiberlicious. . .

Tell them after that, that the cleaning would have to be done MANUALLY, as your magic wand is on BACKORDER! Splort! Noreen