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Introducing Lucy – new patchwork project

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Last week, my husband started talking about going to see his sister by himself. Now, don’t get me wrong, I didn’t mind him going or going by himself. However, I wanted to go just to get out of the house for a few hours. So finally, he agreed and then made a confession:
He and his sister had teamed up and together got me a special present of a puppy.
I was so surprised. I wasn’t sure if I was ready or not for another puppy. I tried to dissuade him, but no, he said he felt sorry for me because I was sad all the time from missing SheliBean and then said Shelibean would want me to be happy.

I walked into his sister’s home and saw her holding this wee furry lovely. She handed her to me. My doubts immediately melted, when I held the cutie-pie in my arms, she was so snuggly and sweet.

This puppy is about 4 1/2 months old, female, half long haired chihuahua and half deer legged chihuahua. She’s got long legs and super slender body. It’s going to be fun watching her grow into adulthood. Because of the mix, we don’t know how big she’ll get.
It took me a few days to settle on a name. I went through hundreds of names and when I said Lucy, she perked up her ears. So Lucy she is. It fits her too.
The lady who owned her, called her Foxy. She does favor a fox, but also a deer, kangaroo and has bouts of zoomies that remind us of the Tasmanian-devil cartoons. lol

I hadn’t been in a mood to crochet since SheliBean passed-on back in January, he was my crochet buddy. I felt so lost without him.  A couple weeks ago, I felt it necessary, to make myself start a new crochet project. I needed to go on. I decided to try to make a patchwork blanket, small squares not a lot of commitment when making them. No hurry to finish either. It was a sad effort.
Then, Lucy joined our family. I continue to struggle, but it’s a bit easier.
Anyway, so here she is, our new little girl: Lucy, my new crochet buddy.

Wishing you all a happy rest of the week.

Repost – Cheese Puffs, a Cautionary Tale – National Cheese Doodle Day

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Thank you all for your well wishes and healing thoughts.
You cheered me up and help me to feel better.
Y’all are the best.
Wishing you all sunshine and smiles!
🌞❤️

Did you know there’s a National Cheese Doodle Day celebrated on March 5th? Yep, me neither, I happened on it by accident.  The day celebrates cheese doodles and others like, cheese puffs, cheese curls, and cheese balls. The website has a short history and other info.
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So, for just a bit of silly fun on this 5th day of March, I’m reposting part of my post from 2017 Cheese Puffs, a Cautionary Tale You’re welcome to click the link to read the whole post if you want too.

Cheese Puffs, a Cautionary Tale repost from 5-26-2017

When my grandson was a little boy, he’d asked me many times, “Grandma, Why do you eat Cheese puffs with a fork? You’re the only person I know that eats cheese puffs with a fork.”
I’d tell him, “I don’t like to get the cheese crumbs under my fingernails.”
But for some reason, my explanation would get lost and again, the next time he had cheese puffs, even if I didn’t eat a one, we’d have the same conversation.I was thinking about cheese puffs and my grandson asking me over and over again about why I eat them with a fork. I remembered a fond childhood memory about a funny conversation I had with a special Uncle about cheese puffs. For a few minutes I mused if maybe it has something to do with my odd quirk of character of eating cheese puffs with a fork.

When I was a child, we had a big family. Chili was an affordable hearty food to feed many hungry mouths. Unfortunately, I was the only member of the family that couldn’t eat chili. It just didn’t agree with me. So, When Mom would make chili, she’d have my Dad take me to the local grocery store and buy me a can of chicken noodle soup and a bag of cheese puffs.
Also whenever I had a cold or tummy ache or other childhood ailment, cheese puffs and chicken noodle soup was a couple of foodies that would pull me through.I had a wonderful Uncle who was big as a mountain with a heart as big as the sky. He loved to tease us young’uns. He and my Aunt happened to be visiting once when Mom made up a huge batch of chili. Mom and my Aunt took me to the store and bought me my chicken noodle soup and cheese puffs.

That evening when everyone had finished their chili, I was still munching on my cheese puffs, I had learned to make them last since they were a rare treat.
My Uncle asked me why I was eating chicken noodle soup and cheese puffs instead of chili.
I told him that I couldn’t eat chili. I then offered him a cheese puff.
He said he would never eat a cheese puff because he didn’t trust them.
Then he told me an amusing story that has stuck with me my whole life.

My Uncle said when he was a little boy, he loved eating cheese puffs. Unfortunately, his hands would get cheese crumbs all over them and he’d need to wipe them a lot. He didn’t have a napkin handy and didn’t want to ruin his shirt or pants, so he’d wipe his hands off in his hair. And oh what glorious locks of hair he bragged he had as boy.
Sadly, one morning after he had eaten a bunch of cheese puffs the night before, he woke up and his hair had turned curly and yellow like cheese puffs and then it all fell out.
This, he explained, was why he was bald-headed even as a grown man because his hair never grew back. He refused to ever eat cheese puffs again. He warned me to be careful because it could happen to me too. Then he gave a hearty laugh and patted me on the head.

I remember giggling at his silly cheese puff story. Even though I knew he made the story up, I kept my hands washed and the cheese puff crumbs out of my hair just to be sure.

I wish my Uncle was still with us, I’m sure he would tell my Grandson the same amusing cautionary tale about eating cheese puffs. I’m so thankful that my Uncle took the time to make up a silly story to share a laugh with me.

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Wishing you all smiles and special moments.

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Happy 12th Birthday Sheli-Bean!

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Sheli-Bean turned 12 years old today.
He spent a lot of time outside celebrating his special day.
He’s definitely the boss of the hearts and home.
Happy 12th Birthday Baby Boy!

🎂❤️🎂

 

Strolling with Sheli-bean

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Sheli-bean will be 12 years old in June. He’s still my Babyboy though. Unfortunately, time is starting to wear on him. He has several health problems which has stopped us from taking him for walks of any distance.
Sheli-bean enjoys going to the garden with us. He’ll walk halfway to the garden, and we carry him the rest of the way. When we go back home, we carry him all the way back.
However, time is starting to wear on us as well. Sadly, Sheli is afraid of our small garden wagon and won’t ride it. It’s getting more difficult to tote him and gardening supplies.
Last week, it occurred to me that there’s all sorts of cool stuff made for pets now, so why not a stroller.
I was ever so happy to find one that is made the way we think is best for Sheli-bean. I was worried how he would take to it. But my worries were short lived when I put him in it, he sat right down. We took him outside and he seemed to enjoy riding in the stroller.
When we came back in, he didn’t want to be taken out of the stroller. He laid down and took a nice long nap. I guess enjoying the great outdoors without it affecting his health was a relief to his little spirit.

I hope you all have a pleasant rest of the week.