Are you a crafter...
This blog is for all the significant others that have to put up with the rantings and ravings of their crafter spouse. all the scents, the yarn, the packaging, the beads, the supplies, the mail orders, the mail pick up............really this is to my guy, my Valentine......they call him "Fuz"...he is a sweet sweet biker (Harley of course) we have been together since we met. He accepts me as I am and me him, we don't try to change each other.
Poor guy has to put up with so much. My rantings and ravings about costs, sales, my computer talk (doesn't use one), always listens and encourages, tries to cheer me up and take me bead shopping when I am down...what a guy!!!! When I show him a new piece of jewelry he always says "WOW, that's beautiful"..........first he is a man, so I know better, 2nd he is a biker, so I really know better.
So for all those partners out there, thank you so much for being so supportive and putting up with us. My passion for the gemstone jewelry has become a way of life for me know and I intend to make it a full time business. You are happiest in life when you love doing what you do.
Lastly I couldn't have done it without him. He supports me and keeps me creating. Doesn't complain about the 1000's of beads, rocks and supplies I have nor the time I have to spend on the computer to promote and sell my wares. I love him so much!!oxoxoxo
Joke for the day:
Girls night out.
Two women friends had gone out for a Girls Night Out, and had been decidedly over-enthusiastic on the cocktails. Incredibly drunk and walking home they suddenly realized they both needed to pee. They were very near a graveyard and one of them suggested they do their business behind a headstone or something.
The first woman had nothing to wipe with so she took off her panties, used them and threw them away. Her friend however was wearing an expensive underwear set and didn't want to ruin hers, but was lucky enough to salvage a large ribbon from a wreath that was on a grave and proceeded to wipe herself with it. After finishing, they made their way home.
The next day the first woman's husband phones the other husband and said, "These damn girls nights out have got to stop. My wife came home last night without her panties." "That's nothing," said the other. "Mine came back with a sympathy card stuck between the cheeks of her butt that said, 'From all of us at the Fire Station, Well never forget you!'
I loved this one......Have a great day....go make something.