And the winner is...

Deb from

Paxton Valley Folk Art! 

Congratulations, Deb! 

I will just need your address

and

this and more will be heading your way.

Thanks everyone for entering,

I tried to get around to commenting on each entry

but in the end,

got busy at work

and I think that I missed some of you. 

I hope to drop in and visit those of you with blogs real soon!

Thanks again,

and watch for another one in the near future.

Now on to the rest of the post,

Or

What I would like to call,

A Little Crafting

and

A Whole Lot of Crazy

First of all,

the little crafting.

These are an order for a local shop.

Finished them this morning.

Seventy nine of them to be exact.

As if

that is not craziness enough,

or the fact that it is Monday.

We will move on to the

Whole Lot of Crazy.

This morning

my MIL arrives at work.

Where I work

and my husband works

and

well. not really where she works,

although she does help out

sometimes.

Most of the time,

she has something crazy that will involve one of us.

Now for those of you that might say,

and some have,

"Really, you are going to put this out there where she can read it?"

Just know this.

I told her I was going to tell this story.

So back to this morning.

It is Monday.

Did I mention that already?

Calls to return,

Deposits to be made.

Weekend mail.

Weekend emails.

Bills to be paid.

Orders to write up.

A week to organize.

When I hear Jenn say

as she looks out the window.

"Uh Oh, the mother ship is coming."

It is 9:30

on

a

MOOONNNNDDDDAAAAY.

I leave my office and head out into the shop,

when

she

(the driver of the mother ship)

who is now firmly placed at the shop table,

papers and whatnot spread out around her,

says,

"Cathy, I need your help."

Cringe,

Click my heels,

twitch my nose,

wiggle my ears,

blink twice

and...

I am still not invisible.

Out of the chaos on the table,

she lifts her checkbook.

One last blink,

fold my arms in front of me and

nod my head

I Dream of Jeannie

style

and yes,

I am still there.

I grab the checkbook,

that I recently

(four days ago)

balanced,

and ask,

"What could the problem be?"

Well,

she apparently doesn't know how to enter checks

when it is done neatly and totaled

everytime.

Apparently,

in her world,

it works better

if you write in some of the checks,

but not necessarily who you wrote them out to,

of for how much,

less of the deposits,

don't total anything,

highlight a few things with yellow highlighter,

draw circles around other things

and

then call your daughter in law if it bounces.

So far, so good.

I add in the checks, get a new total,

tell her that from now on,

don't touch her checkbook,

that we will just continue

to have this quality time together once a week

and work on her checkbook.

and then

and

THEN!!!!

She says,

"I have one more thing that I need you to do."

Again,

re-iterating

it is

MONDAY...

She pulls out a black, lacy bra.

And just for the record...

My MIL is not a 32 A cup.

Just so you know.

And tells me that she can't adjust the straps.

I calmly adjust the straps

and wonder....

"How many self-employed 53 year old women

are adjusting the shoulder straps

of a not real tiny

black lace bra

that belongs to their

Mother in law

at

9:45

on a

MONDAY

morning?"

Now that is a whole lot of crazy.