A funny thing happened on the way to my mammogram...

So I'm on my way to the appointment, when who should get into the elevator with me but Steve "Mongo" McMichael of the famed '85 Bears. Kind of hard not to do a double-take when Mongo (a rather large fellow) is dressed in scrubs and carrying a bouquet of flowers. Thankfully, two other woman joined us or I would have been tempted to say something stupid like, "So Steve, you a Candy Striper now?", which was what was going through my head. Also going through my head was the Superbowl Shuffle, which I might have inadvertantly started humming, had my floor not arrived Just In Time.

And the mammogram? It's clear that there are many gender iniquities in medical research and that women had nothing to do with the development of this exam. The male equivalent would be somthing along the lines of 'nads in a vice. 'nuf said.

Baby, it's COLD outside!

-22 degrees windchill. NOW we're talkin'. This is the Chicago I know and love. I came home after a wonderful weekend with the whole family and expected the cat to greet me at the door as he usually does. No cat. So I looked under my afghans, expecting to see him burrowed underneath. No cat. I headed to the bedroom, where I could hear muffled meows. I looked under the covers, but still no sign. I finally saw movement in the comforter and realized that he had gotten himself inside the duvet cover and couldn't figure how to get out. I have not idea how long he was in there, but he's no worse for the wear. He's a pretty tough cat, but clearly not the smartest of the litter.

Right now it's snowing great big flakes that I hope will stick. I would love be able to ski tomorrow night after work--I'm going skiiing with my nephew in February and will definitely need to work to keep up with him.

64 degrees. January. Chicago.

Are ya kidding me?!? But here it is, not one but two days of 60 degree weather in row. Of course, it meant that I had to get the bike out, which was nice, but I'm really ready for some more snow. I feel spoiled that we've had two ski-able snows in December--sooo good to get out on my cross-country skis.

I peeked around the garden hoping that I wouldn't see any bulbs coming up. So far, so good, but a few of my dianthus plants had some very green leaves. If this keeps up, we'll see a few of these outside:

Best of intentions

I was going to post all about the new designs I was making, the holiday craziness and the upcoming shows, complete with sneak previews. Never happened. Oh, sure, I thought about it, composed blog entries in my head, but never got around to actually logging in and doing it. I'm not a complete Luddite, but technology somtimes has a way of mentally bullying me into sticking my head in the sand.

Yesterday, I finally took photos of a few pieces and posted them on Etsy. So, in the spirit of making progress, here are some "postview" photos from a show this past fall. I'm really excited about my new Stained Glass and Trellis scarves.

Maybe I'll tackle the DVD player this afternoon....

Oh, and Happy New Year!