Sheilajeanne

He is a very good man, Darren! When I originally e-mailed him about the problem it was after business hours. He got back to me within 10 or 15 minutes! When I get his bill, I may tack a Christmas bonus on to it!

HS, along with the cold weather, my furnace broke down! Ok, it could have been worse - the furnace wasn't totally dead - but still, 14 C. in my bedroom is NOT something I'm okay with! I had so many blankets on the bed I could barely turn over! Luckily, my furnace guy was able to come and fix it without delay, and it was an easy fix. Speaking of BBQ's, my sister-in-law has only been able to round up one of her three children for Christmas dinner, which means we'll only be celebrating with 4 people. That's not enough to make the effort of cooking a turkey worthwhile, sooo my brother will be firing up the barby. Yep, steaks for Christmas!

We've got snowmageddon here this week, and temperatures as low as -15 C. And it's not even officially winter yet! Well the one upside to it is I guess it's going to be a white Christmas!

As someone who has a science degree, and is very interested in it, it really burns me the number of times women have made really important scientific discoveries, only for men to take all the credit. The best known example is probably the discovery of how the DNA molecule is put together. It was a woman, Rosalind Franklin, who did the x-ray crystallography that revealed the molecule was actually a double helix. Yet scientists Watson and Crick were the ones who received all the credit. In a later edition of the book, The Double Helix, (published 1968) Watson confessed that Franklin did not receive the credit she deserved: Unfortunately, this was many years after Franklin's death from cancer in 1958.

A local wildlife rescue, the Hanover Humane Society, has made T-shirts, and is selling them to raise money!

HS, I saw the article about that on FB today! The whisky brand that the racoon drank is using the event as an advertisement! Unfortunately, I can no longer find that link, but here's a video from Fox News:

Your work is awesome! And it's nice to see how different it is from most of what we see on here, which is Sheridan type patterns and decoration! Also, nice to see something that isn't a belt, holster or knife sheathe!

Happy Thanksgiving to all those who celebrate on this day! We had ours the second Monday in October, except we didn't have the traditional family celebration, as my great nephew got married that weekend! Of course, turkey was part of the buffet at the reception!

Yum! Lemon meringue is my favorite pie!

One Sunday morning, the pastor decided to shake things up a bit. With a mischievous grin, he addressed the congregation. "Today, we’re going to try something different! I’ll say a word, and you’ll sing the hymn that comes to mind." Excited murmurs rippled through the pews as the congregation prepared for the challenge. The pastor began. “CROSS.” Without hesitation, the church erupted in song: “On a hill far away, stood an old rugged cross…” Nodding approvingly, he continued. “GRACE.” Immediately, voices filled the sanctuary: “Amazing grace, how sweet the sound…” Encouraged, the pastor called out, “POWER!” The response was just as strong: “There is power, power, wonder-working power in the blood…” Feeling playful, he decided to throw in a curveball. "S@X." Dead. Silence. The air grew thick with tension. Eyes widened. People shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Husbands avoided their wives’ gazes. The pianist looked like she wanted to crawl under the bench. Then, just as the pastor started to regret his little experiment, an 87-year-old grandmother in the back of the church stood up. With a shaky yet confident voice, she began to sing: "Precious memories… how they linger…"

How did you do the dye? Did you paint the background with a brush, or just put a resist coating on the knotwork to protect it when you dyed the whole belt?

A married couple was in a terrible car accident. The husband survived, but his face was severely burned. When the doctor reviewed his options, the news wasn’t good. Skin grafts were possible, but the husband was too thin—there simply wasn’t enough healthy skin on his own body to use. That’s when his wife stepped forward. Calm. Steady. Without a moment’s hesitation, she said, “Use mine.” The doctor examined her carefully, then cleared his throat. “There is one area where the skin would be suitable… but it’s a very delicate matter.” It was from her buttocks. The couple exchanged a look—no embarrassment, no jokes, just understanding. A quiet nod. This would be their secret. Always. The doctor agreed to the strictest confidentiality, and the surgery began. It was a complete success. More than a success—the man’s face was transformed. He looked healthier, younger, even more handsome than before. Friends and family raved: “Unbelievable!” “You look fantastic!” “Medicine sure has come a long way!” He accepted their praise with a polite smile, but inside, he carried a deep, private gratitude. Every compliment reminded him of what his wife had given—quite literally—so he could face the world again. One evening, overcome with emotion, he took her hand and said: “My darling… I’ll never be able to thank you enough. You sacrificed so much for me. Please… tell me how I can ever repay you.” She squeezed his hand, smiled warmly, and whispered: “My love… I get all the thanks I need every single time I see your mother kiss you on the cheek.”

A Florida State Trooper pulled a car over on US 19 in Clearwater, Florida. When the Trooper asked the driver why he was speeding, the driver said he was a magician and juggler, and was on his way to St. Petersburg to do a show for the Children's Hospital. He didn't want to be late. The Trooper told the driver he was fascinated by juggling and said if the driver would do a little juggling for him, then he wouldn't give him a ticket. He told the Trooper he had sent his equipment ahead and didn't have anything to juggle. The Trooper said he had some flares in the trunk and asked if he could juggle them. The juggler said he could, so the Trooper got five flares, lit them and handed them to him. While the man was juggling, a car pulled in behind the State Trooper's car. A drunken good old boy from New Port Richey, Florida, got out, watched the performance, then went over to the Trooper's car, opened the rear door and got in. The Trooper observed him and went over to his car, opened the door asking the drunk what he thought he was doing. The drunk replied, “You might as well just take me to jail, cause there ain't no way I can pass that test!"

This just about had me ROTFLOL!

My parents bought me a school bag almost identical to that one when I was in grade school. However, I think it was a combination of fabric and leather. The main part of the bag was a dark green and black plaid, and I think the flap and strap were leather. The bottom might have been leather, too.