What the Google?

Okay I sat down at the computer to type out lyrics to songs for children's choir tonight. Then I got sucked into a facebook time warp that led to me googling a recently found old high school friend because she is a writer. Google searches can be so entertaining, I think I have a problem.

Have you tried googling people you know? My mother and sister and I spent one entertaining afternoon googling the names of our entire family. Turns out my mom also sells real estate in Florida, who knew?

What about yourself?

I google myself starting with the basic first name and married last name. Really common name, Nora White, get lots of hits. In the past when I googled myself a naughty blond Nora White would come up. (Not me just in case you think I lead a secret double life with the same name.) However she doesn't show up anymore. This is my favorite find from today's search, a cafe press page full of items with this vintage Nora logo on it. I am seriously thinking I should get every item on this page.

I could get my husband and I matching underwear. How awesome would that be?

Let's face it, I show up low on the Nora White google, I didn't even have the interest to look for me past page 2. So then I throw in my maiden name. #1 Hit is my facebook page. #2 is someone who is white and has my maiden name. #3 is an old photo of someone who I don't think is my relative. Of course now I am curious who this other Nora McCaw was and why was she being photographed with Higgenbothams? I also love the google asks Did you mean: Nora McCabe White. Or my favorite, Did you mean: Nora McCall? As if I didn't get enough of people trying to spell my name that way Google.

So after a hard morning wasting time on the Internet and then documenting it on my blog, all I can say is that apparently I am not such a big deal on the Internet, google isn't even sure I want to search for me. ; )

The one where I get out of dishes for a while.

My ability to injure myself is a bit overdeveloped. Just this morning I decided the burn I sustained during my polymer clay frenzy was healed enough to go without bandage. Little did I know it would be replaced with a new one a few hours later.


This bandage has a serious injury under it, and it is sure to elicit questions. Do I tell the real story or make one up? I think I will evade questions, and you dear blog readers will know the truth.

You see our commode has been leaking and dear hubby was going to fix it this morning. Knowing that, did I go to bathroom at church before I came home? No, not that it would have mattered. I have this mechanism that means I walk through my front door and the bladder twitches. So after being home long enough to peel potatoes for lunch I cannot stand it anymore. I am thankful we live in the country and have as secluded part to the backyard. While I am taking care of business the dog starts heading toward me, as I shoo him off I lose my balance slightly and flail my arms to catch my balance. In the flailing I slap a pane of unbroken glass near me with the knuckle of my right hand middle finger. Didn't break the glass but cut my finger. I gingerly try to put myself back together to get in the house so as to not stain my dress with my now dripping finger. I get in the house and put my hand under running water to clean it off I scream it really hurt, which brings my husband running from the bathroom. As I inspect the cut and see it is quite deep and quite wide and notice white things inside, he nearly passes out, he doesn't do blood and guts.

My brother the EMT comes out and butterflies it for me, tells me it needs stitches. However I am cheap and decide that isn't necessary. Then as I end up explaining the whole story to my mother, father, brother and sister I realize I need a covers story. Can I really admit to people that I had to micturate in my own yard and then nearly sever a finger on something that doesn't belong in my yard so the dog doesn't lick my bare butt in the process?

Typing is slow, writing impossible, I am wondering how I will fix my hair. I have decided I will have my dad help me rebandage it to keep my husband from having more spells. And the toilet is leaking from the tank now after dear hubby put it all together again. However I can just turn off the valve and we will deal with that after he does the dishes. At least we are still laughing about it.

The reason for my absence

My sister and I participated in a local arts and crafts fair. I really had to step up my production to have anything to sell, and have had to take all week to recover. I set up an etsy shop to sell them online. If you haven't visited etsy, you might just love it, it is full of handmade items. I find it addictive. I have already listed a few on etsy and plan to get more up over the next few days.

I am hand making some of the beads. The green ones including the pendant in this necklace are made by me in green translucent clay. I am not crazy about how the pendant hangs, I have decided to restring it before I post it on etsy.

Someone I know is buying this one for someone else. Just in case the someone else happens to read this.

I feel the need to explain the orange and black theme to those who aren't familiar with my hometown, these are high school's team colors.

This is one of my favorite sets, I am torn between selling and keeping it for myself. However I did list it on etsy so snap it up before I change my mind. ; )

My cousin is purchasing this set for her mom, I am not worried about her mom reading my blog obviously. I do have some similar beads left to string into something though.

These blue beads are some of my favorites, my pictures came out like poo on them so I am going to retake them. I have a couple of necklaces in this color scheme.

These are for long hair, does anyone know their real name? I am glad I finally got some Kato clay so I could make them. (Kato stays flexible after it is baked, unlike the sculpey I have so much of.) I have some pretty brown clay I need to make some more in another color scheme.

My rock scrapbook embellishements. It was a whim and I think they came out well. Didn't sell many though, I think I didn't display it well so people knew what to do with them.

Playing with the left over clay from the autumn leaf jewlery set. More scrapbook embellishements.

Honest feedback appreciated. Hate it? Love it? Too amatuer?

The five second post.

I know I have been failing miserably at keeping up my blog lately, or reading yours. This isn't one of those entries where I apologize for being gone. Nor will I be quitting, but I am saying I won't be around much for the next week or so. Stop cheering, I hear you!

Of course I have about twenty different topics whirling about in my head, just no time to really sit and write and give an entry even minimal attention. Yes, occasionally I do give them a little bit of thought, but not too much you know me.

I"ll hopefully post pics of what I have been up to soon, but not tonight. I am whipped and going to get some shut eye. It is not easy being beautiful, I must get my beauty rest. Quit laughing, again I hear you.

Lastly, I have put up a few posts lately of a spiritual nature. I know they are not everyone's cup of tea, not that anyone has said anything even remotely offensive. I post them for two reasons, because it are part of my life, which this blog is an extension of. Also because I am curious how you think and feel. However sometimes the silence is deafening. If you have an opinion and are keeping it to yourself to save my feelings, speak your mind, I am open to discussion. This discussion may have limits, Tom you know I am talking to you.

Have you ever wandered?

I am such the consummate substitute teacher I even substitute teach Sunday School at church.

I have to admit have been feeling rather inadequate for such a task lately. However despite my hesitations, sometimes I am glad I can't say no to my old Sunday School teacher, because I already learned something and I haven't even taught the lesson yet.

This week's lesson is on Cain and Abel from Genesis 4. As I read the lesson I wondered once again, why God would reject Cain's offering. Why was Abel's better? As I reread the story in my study bible, several things stood out.

There isn't a reason given for God's rejection of Cain's offering. However the KJV uses the word, respect. God did not respect his offering. My study bible in the notes goes on to mention how perhaps it was Cain's attitude, or perhaps he brought the wormy apples no one would eat. I think I have spent the better part of my life thinking of this story the wrong way. I always assumed God rejected the plants over the animal. However it would appear to be more attitude related.

I found vs 6, 7 most interesting:

6And the LORD said unto Cain, Why art thou wroth? and why is thy countenance fallen?

7If thou doest well, shalt thou not be accepted? and if thou doest not well, sin lieth at the door. And unto thee shall be his desire, and thou shalt rule over him.

After God rejected the offering, he tried to reason with Cain, just like I do with my boys? Yes, I chastised you, but that was (dangerous, wrong, mean, etc.) and that bad attitude is going to get you in trouble. I think I thought he just rejected Cain and then Cain killed his brother. The real story is about attitude and letting seeds of hate, jealousy or whatever sin we are holding on to take us down the wrong path of further sin.

Mostly I am thinking OUCH. I resemble that attitude far too often, I know the part of the petulant child well. As a parent, I just want my child to straighten up and go in a safe direction. Is it possible that is all my father wants to?

I am thankful a heartfelt prayer, an attitude ajustment and that simple reminder will probably change the course of my day. I am thankful, that even though I mess up, my heavenly father still loves me and just sets me on the right path.

Just curious, what were (are) your thoughts on this bible classic?