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I want to thank everyone for their support over the dog incident(s.) The whole episode has taken its toll on me, emotionally.

Sweetie is not taking away my revolver after all, but he has gotten me a battery powered, plastic pellet, semi- and fully-automatic weapon that looks like an assault rifle. That is to be my everyday, run the dogs off the property weapon.

The revolver is only to be used in dire circumstances.

Now, back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Vented Wide Mouth

A ha! My name is cleared! Even though I am still Carazeee.

The dog I shot at was a boxer type. The dog that Sweetie saw with the two wounds was - a pit bull. Things have come to light and I feel much better. There are witnesses that say my shot was two feet over the boxer's head anyway.

Apparently, another irate neighbor shot the pit bull at about the same time that I had my little adventure with the boxer.

Life in a small town. I tell ya. Too much damn fun.

30 Day Warranty

Do you ever have those moments when an idea firmly held, events known to be facts, turn out not to be true and factual after all?

Remember the dog episode of a few days ago?

Turns out I did shoot the damn dog, after all. A flesh wound that is healing nicely, I gather. But still, I would have sworn on a stack of encyclopedias that I shot over its head. Guess he was hauling ass faster that I allowed for, and the shot aimed over his head actually entered and exited one side, a quick in-and-out just under the fur.

Long story short, I feel terrible. I didn't mean to hurt him. I just wanted to scare the snot out of him. Which I apparently did.

On the bright side, the incident has added to my Crazy Lady reputation, so maybe people and their animals won't fuck with me, my cats, my dog, and especially my bunnies anymore.

Also, Sweetie is taking away my gun.

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This is all true! I seed it.

Topical Analgesic

Sometimes I knit. Rally, I dew! I am putting the finishing touches to the last free scarf pattern. The way the pattern ends looks fine, but there is that funky little flap at the beginning that needs to not be there. I know, oh so technical.



I may not have time to knit a new scarf without the flap, but I hope to have the flap-less pattern available as a freebie w/purchace at The Fiber Event next Friday and Saturday in Greencastle, Indiana. (April 10-11 at the Putnam County Fairgrounds.)The earthy colored one was spun, plied with itself, and knit from one ounce of Bunny & the Beast.



The turquoise was spun and plied with thread from only a half ounce of Fuzzy Nuggets.






Best joke(?) I heard today, from Nikki Payne: "I put on my crazy suit to see how it fit."

I don't feel like am a woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown all the time anymore, (thank you pharmaceuticals,) but I felt like it for a long long time. Say, like from age 12 to 44. It was like always being hauled up that first big hill on the roller coaster, clack clack clack, with all the intensity and anxiety and thrill and anticipation, but never quite going over the top. Somehow, I never lost control to take the deep dive into lala land. Well, hardly ever.

Anyway, this chick crackers me up.

Use daily.

Call me a narcissist, but this is one of the most flattering snap shots ever taken of me.

I was at my old store, with my arm around a dress knit by Shay-ron and a shawl I wove on a tri-loom. The shawl now lives in Australia. I used to be so damn cute!

Own it Now!

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So, the chicks are thriving and I am working on a Chicken Tractor (Google it) type of housing for them. It should be complete by Sunday and I will have photos of the process.




This is Saber, the yard rabbit with the angora coat.






Here he is with friends.



I kept him caged in the barn over the winter, but he really, really wants to be an outside bun. His sister, Sidney, aka Furby, is also about.

World Ass Snacks.