Death by Fudge

So last night I was making fudge. Harmless right? Wrong.

I was almost done pouring the fudge into the pan when I lost my grip on the handle. Boiling hot fudge poured over my fingers. I got it under cold water pretty quick, but not quick enough. On my right index and middle finger they are covered in second degree burns. They are both blistered, and pealing.

The pain was excruciating. My hand felt like it was on fire. We decided to go to the ER to get some silvadine and pain pills. I'm not normally one for doctors for external wounds, but this was a special circumstance. They bandaged my fingers up till I looked like a war victim, but the medicine really started working. It was a blessing because we were pretty much the only people there, and the nurses were really nice. We were in and out in 40 minutes! We also saw Mandy (from church).

Today the pain isn't bad and mom wrapped my fingers up again. I still look like I must have stuck my hand down the garbage disposal, but oh, well.

Lace and Logs

If you've ever been into my bedroom, you have most likely seen a half sewn log looking thing, and a unfinished crochet square doily sitting on my floor. You may have even seen them sitting there, seeming to never progress, for over a year. Well, for my sanity, accomplishing forgotten projects, and for general cuteness, I can finally say that I finished my two pillows! I love them both so much I don't know why I never got around to finishing them. The log pillow was made from a pattern I found online. It's cut out from felt and then hand sewed in place. Unless your an avid hand sewer, I would recommend doing it all my machine.

The lace pillow is from a Crochet Today magazine. I ran out of thread half way and had to switch to a different brand that was a little different in shade. When it was done I then tea-dyed it so it would become uniform in color, it ended up working out fine.

It's a jungle in here

Today has been one of those typical Montana days. You all know what I'm taking about, rain, snow, sun, more rain, and then more snow. AND IT'S APRIL!!! I don't really like snow or winter that much anyway, let alone when it infringes on Spring.

This is my bedroom window. If you can see past my jungle (yes, I do I have a thing for house plants) you can tell it's snowing out side. I'm trying to be content and be happy whatever circumstances (seasons) I'm in. So here is some things I do like about colder weather.

1. The clothing. It's fun to try to layer (although I stink at it) and accessorize (not that I do that much anyhow). But It's fun to "imagine" what outfits I could put together.

2. Doing crafts. I have a much better attitude about sewing when it's sunny, but I like to crochet when it snows.

3. Baking and cooking. We made a really yummy Stroganoff for dinner. I know fat and carbs, but it's good, okay!

4. Cuddling up on heater vents. I hope this isn't to weird, I just really like the warmth.

5. Thinking up really funny practical jokes with Hannah. We always seem to be at our funniest when our minds are the iciest (my room is always freezing).

Here is a pot holder I crocheted today (and last night). The colors are kinda weird, put I only had three choices for this size of thread. I got the pattern here. I was pleased with how it turned out, and how quick it went.

The Hunters

I hope everyone had a blessed Resurrection Sunday!
Because we didn't know what we were going to do on Sunday with our church we had people over for dinner Saturday night. It was really pleasant. My grandparents, brother James and wife Stacia, Underhills, and Vestals came over. Oh, and Rachel came too when we were outside. James and Mitchell, with air soft guns chased the boys (Luke, Matt, Christian) all around the house and surrounding woods. It was really funny to watch, and I think James and Mitch had a fun time stocking their prey. Later, Hannah and I took a walk to see our neighbors house they are building. We ended up walking all the way around to the road and then back down our driveway. So probably about a mile in all. We were both really cold when we got back and hoping the desert wasn't gone.

Overall it was a really wonderful evening of family, food, and fun; Celebrating that Christ is risen!

A tale of greif, heartache, and victory

About two months ago I noticed at my grandma's house that one of her plants was practically dead. Being a house plant person myself, I asked if I could try to save it. My grandma was happy to have me try because she had given up on the poor thing. I took it home watered it, fertilized it, and slightly pruned it. It died anyway.

I'd had this dead plant sitting on my window seal for a while now. So on a whim I pulled out the dead plant and threw it away. I felt kinda heartless when I did this, but it was brown, soggy, and dried on the bottom, so really dead.

Then I had this pot of dirt sitting there, lonely looking begging me to put something in it. One night about 12:15 a.m., I was going through one of my desk doors I found five packets of flower seeds. They said to use before 2005 and looked long dried up. I looked over at my very lonely pot and had decided to give them a try. I practically dumped five bags of seeds over the dirt and pushed them in. I was pretty sure nothing would happen, but I thought maybe one or two might still be good.

A few days later I noticed one little green sprout popping up. I was ecstatic! I was really surprised that one came up. Within a few days around 15 had grown. I think they are all the same flower, I threw the packets away so I don't even know what they could be. So now my very lonely pot of dirt has friends, and we'll see if they will actually bloom later.