Blip . . . Blink . . .

I'm having some problems with Blogger today. I wanted to add some more goodies, but it may have to wait. For all you beadlings and other assorted readers up in the frozen north lands, I have a chuckle for you. It's another sunny 70 degree day outside (let's see, it's just around 3:00 CST). It's blustery, but gorgeous as long as you don't have allergies (which I do) and you're not planning to burn your trash (believe me, these are the days some of our neighbors pick). When T-man was preparing to leave for work ON THE NEWLY REPAIRED MOTORCYCLE (YIPPEE!) he asked me if he would need his over pants today. I blithely told him "no". Right about the time he will be driving home this evening ON THE NEWLY REPAIRED MOTORCYCLE, the temperature will be almost down to freezing. Boy, am I in for it later. And as an added plus, it's going to do the same thing on Thursday! Jeez, I just got over the flu and I sure don't want any other strains of that crap! And I cannot stay in, because I have a couple of appointments Thursday and Friday! Perhaps a beaded surgical mask is in order. I can always market them to pop star icons later!

I designed new business cards to go with my new look. When I can get pictures posted again, I'll put them up. And I have a couple of new links to add. Somebody burp the Blogger so it will stop blipping and blin

Not Enough Time In My Day

Have I mentioned that I'm not a morning person?

Oh kids, life this week is rough. I need at least four more hours in each day, and I'm talking hours with sunlight so my sleep time remains a good eight hours. Crikey.

I've been typing like a fiend, trying to not just do updates to all my playgrounds, but to reinvent my cyberself in order to make more of a presence on the world wide web and in the minds of artsy/beady/sparkly/shiny thing lovers everywhere. In other words, I want to be noticed and remembered. But, silly me, I decided to begin this task during a week when I only have three days to work. Plus, the motorcycle is torn apart in the work shop (and has been for two weeks now), so T-man has either had my car (because the truck eats gas by the barrel), or I have had to drive him to and from work, plus taking A to school, and trips to Austin for groceries. Plus this weekend there were two trips to Austin for the Home & Garden show where T-man worked the company booth, and two trips to my parents' place. I do believe Chez Bead-Mused has single handedly funded OPEC during the past two weeks.

Fortunately, all the bike parts have arrived, and Juls is kind enough to let me ride on the luggage rack from here to the retreat. Every thing is in place for the moment as far as transportation. But I've still got to get my shit (and beads) together for the retreat this weekend.

Okie dokie, I've been distracted three times while typing this. I must run and try to get more typing (other than this) done, plus I have to find things I want to take with me this weekend. You know, beads and beads, and uhm, some more beads plus a few beads. Beads and jammies -- what else do you need for a bead retreat?

Yuck Again

Isn't it pretty? That's what an influenza virus looks like. I could so bead something like that. Maybe I should. Yes, it's official. The doctor sent me home with prescriptions for the sinus infection, orders for OTC drugs for congestion and an order to get lots of fluids and rest. I should start feeling better tomorrow. All I know is that right now I am totally wiped out and all I have done is take my medicine and type a few emails. Yuck. Oh, and it's going to be in the mid-70s today, perfectly sunny, a great day for a motorcycle ride. (insert pout here) I'll be back on Monday.

Art Bead Scene Compliments

Oh my stars, if you scream in cyberspace, someone will hear you. I've been paid a cyber compliment by the lovely beaders at Art Bead Scene . If you haven't visited via my link over there on the right, take a little time today to inspect the eye candy made by some very talented art bead, well, artists! I found them via Heather Powers, with whom I first chatted years ago simply because people would get the names of our business confused: Bumble Beads and Humblebeads. I would get calls for her, she would get calls for me, and so on. So click on over there for a bit and then hop back over here. And many thanks to Elaine Ray for the compliment! I've added a link for blog over there on the right, also.

Today is T-man's birthday, and his third day on the new job, which he is just loving. I'll just be glad when our status quo returns and he can relax a bit. I think we need to plan a motorcycle ride here pretty soon. The weather has been just right and looks to stay that way for a while. This is a picture of us on our last ride in August. And no, the jacket is not hot, but it is armored in case of a fall.

N and I are off to the store to buy cake mix, ice cream and a card. So, dear readers, fellow beaders and assorted other beings, I'm signing off until tomorrow.