RIGHT under that wire baby! **picture-huge**

under wire in all kinda ways yall.
i am doing some stuff today…..

recently, i had a little verbal altercation with a dial-a-ride receptionist.  maybe they make her do it all, i don’t know.
i haven’t used their service in about 3 weeks.  i had called days earlier and made an transportation appointment for last friday.  i was to be picked up at 10:30am for a 11:30 ct scan.  fair enough. 
so, i’m ready.  and it’s easing past 10:30am.  by now, someone has allways called and told me the driver was on his way and could i please get my gear and go outside.
……because i can’t hear them when they pull up and honk.  cause i’m half-assed deaf.  it kept me from having to stand outside on a portable tank, using air that i might very well be using up being away from the oxygen concentrator right here in the house….. where i am…… while i wait…… outside on a tank.
anyway, it seems they changed rules.  and she barked at me when i called to inquire if the van was coming.  she told me to take myself outside and wait.  she said i had them new rules mailed to me.  i told her she should probably do that again, because i didn’t get the notice…..
i DON’T want to come off looking like i have a sense of entitlement, but i’m afraid it may just be so….. and it’s a business that provides more attention to their client base because of who their client base is.

so this morning when i called to see if i could get a ride for tomorrow, i was worried that there might be a new rule about time limits for setting up transportation.  apparently all is good and she took the order.
she’s weird.  sometimes she is nice.  other times she is just a damned grouch.

the fridge is fixed.  the sears guy came with a relay condenser in his pocket.  i was so glad to see him.  blanca has shown twice how little social skills she has.  she is a wriggling, writhing, whimpering sloppy mess.  it’s emmbarrassing.  i put her in a crate and gave her two dog cookies, poked in through the bars.  she will cry and eat at the same time.

the sears guy fussed at me for having plastic water lines for the icemaker and water dispenser.  and said they were not covered by sears, but that they should be changed right now…. because they might break and leak.

i took pictures……. are you ready for this?
carnelian, sandstone, lava stone, bronzite and copper.

this bracelet stitch is right angle weave and a peyote toggle for the clasp.  i used this pattern with the same pearls and crystal accents and you can see what a big difference color makes to a piece in how you see it…. this is soft.

this is crisp.

i gave this one away already…. my friend kim came by to pick something up and i let her see.  she loves it and she must have it.  i have plenty of the stuff i used for it to duplicate it.  i also loaned her a bracelet to show to someone at her dinner thing tonight…. and she took business cards.  my own personal jule pimp.

the loaner……

this is a loompa-candie bracelet
peyote, ladder and brick stitch.  flat spiral weave,  wire wrapping and kumihino braid on copper.  pinks and reds and copper and white.  interesting and fun.  the braid is fuzzy.  lots of texture in it.

the only earrings i had this go round…..    

the birds nest.  and the cat.  it’s all in copper.     

a peyote beaded bezel on a unikite cabachon.  lava beads, jade and more unikite.  and copper.
   

and the doggie, miss blanca…..
sometimes she is the smartest little dog i have ever met.  well, no, not really…… but sometimes she comes off as doing pretty good in the brains department.  i can see her looking something over to figure out a way to suit her wants.  and then she goes crazy assed pell mell for it.
sometimes her brain is not even as hard working as jello.  i swear.
she leaps.  it scares the crap out of me everytime.  i fuss at her ass everytime.
she potties more outside than inside. 
today i had the back door open so she could come in and out.  after she got up from her nap, she went to the back door, stood looking outside, sniffing….. and squatted and peed in the open doorway.  *rolls my eyes*
i said, "blanca!"  in my stern big-person voice.  "good girls go pee outside."  she hung her head and looked up at me from way down there and i knew she understood she was a bad dog.  at least there is that.
everytime she potties outside, we have a high-five party and then come inside and she gets a cookie.  she really loves cookies. 
i get that.