Is Anyone Out There?

For the last few days, Blogrolling has been acting very wonky. The first I noticed of said wonkitude was when I went to go look through my blogroll, and the blogroll was just gone. I went over to Blogrolling to see if I could just capture my code and repaste it into my template, but the entire site was down.

That's not a good omen.

So, for the last five or so days, Blogrolling hasn't been informing me of anyone who has updated. I have to click through to find out myself. And now I'm curious to know if maybe it's preventing anyone from seeing my last post. No one has commented on it. Not that it was such riveting fare that you were all falling all over yourselves to comment, but usually there's at least a Japanese spammer who chimes in.

I've decided I hate Blogrolling. I guess I should switch to HaloScan or something else.

Not much is happening here. Just trying to stay sane, though that's not really working either. I've finished Offspring's Halloween costume, for the most part, and now all I have to do is get my crafting stuff together. Christmas is coming up pretty fast, and I have very little done for that. Again. I feel like I need a week off. Or three.

The Weekend Is Getting Shorter

It seemed like the weekend went by way too fast, and I had no time to really get anything done.

I went out with a friend for a few hours on Saturday for fun and crafting, and then went to dinner on Saturday evening followed by the ever-scintillating pasttime: grocery shopping. We don't normally spend our Saturday evenings buying groceries, but we knew that Sunday was going to be chock-a-block, so we got it out of the way early.

On Sunday, I had to attend a friend's father's visitation. He passed away on my birthday, and the family was planning on a private funeral, so Sunday was really the only day that I could be there to support my friend.

Monday morning rolled around, bright and early. Way too early for my taste, actually. Which, sadly, leaves me with laundry undone and crafts uncrafted. I'm still working on Offspring's Halloween costume, which is almost done. I have to put the finishing touches on it, and then I promise to post a picture of her in it.

The Halloween crafts that I'm in the middle of making may get done, and then again, may not. Hopefully, I have time to finish those as well. If this weekend is any indication, then I think I'm in trouble.

Stuff I've Been Doing

As I mentioned in the post before last, I've been busy crafting. I had a craft team meeting a month or so ago that helped get some creative juices flowing.

Here are some pictures of things that I've been rolling around in my head for a bit...




Halloween is coming, Offspring and JF's favorite holiday. I have to dig out all the Halloween decorations and finish making Offspring's costume.




I have treat bags that I need to put together for my class, and now Offspring wants my little paper coffins with Gummy bones inside that were such a hit a couple of years ago for *her* class.





Not to mention all the other cute stuff that I see that I want to make, too! And then I've got to turn it all around and do it for Christmas, too?

Sheesh! Now maybe you see why I'm not blogging so much anymore!

Just Plain Disturbing

My husband, who spends a lot of time on the internet, spied this story a while back and sent it to me via email. He said what disturbed him at the time was not just that this incident had happened, but *had happened before.* I'll consider myself lucky if I can get him to drive BY the doctor's office from now on....

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A Kentucky man who claims his penis was removed without his consent during what was supposed to be a circumcision has sued the doctor who performed the surgery.

Phillip Seaton, 61, and his wife are seeking unspecified compensation from Dr. John M. Patterson and the medical practice that performed the circumcision for "loss of service, love and affection." The Seatons also are seeking unspecified punitive damages from Patterson and the medical practice, Commonwealth Urology.

A woman who answered the phone at Commonwealth Urology would not take a message for the doctor Thursday. But the Seaton's attorney said the doctor's post-surgical notes show the doctor thought he detected cancer and removed the penis. Attorney Kevin George said a later test did detect cancer.

"It was not an emergency," George told The Associated Press on Thursday. "It didn't have to happen that way."

Seaton was having the procedure on Oct. 19, 2007, to better treat inflammation.

The lawsuit filed earlier this month in state court claims Patterson removed Seaton's penis without consulting either Phillip or Deborah Seaton, or giving them an opportunity to seek a second opinion.

The couple also sued the anesthesiologist, Dr. Oliver James of Shelbyville, claiming he used a general anesthesia even though Seaton asked that it not be administered.

A message left at Commonwealth Urology's corporate office in Lexington was not immediately returned Thursday. A message left for James also was not immediately returned.

The Seatons' suit is similar to one in which an Indianapolis man was awarded more than $2.3 million in damages after he claimed his penis and left testicle were removed without his consent during surgery for an infection in 1997.

Nothin' Much To Report

I know I've been a terrible blog-hostess lately, but there's nothing really earth shattering happening in my corner of the universe.

I've been doing a lot of crafty stuff, both making stuff of my own and holding workshops. I have plenty more pics of this sort of stuff, but not everyone is crafty, and nor would you all appreciate thousands and thousands of pictures of the stuff I've made recently.



I've been trying not to maim or kill mah kitteh, since she has reverted to her diabolical plan of not letting anyone in the house sleep once night rolls around.


I've got a doctor's appointment in the morning for my feet. I still have bruising left over on my right foot from when I broke my ankle in April of 2007, and now I have plantar's fasciitis in my left foot, making things like walking excruciatingly painful. And making work oh-so-much fun!


My birthday is in a week, and I feel old, old, old. This was not made any better by my father's birthday card which arrived today, and had the wrong age on it. Thanks for making me feel a year older than I am, Dad! (I guess that's payback for all the times in my youth when I derided him for his many years on earth.... I don't like Payback. She's not nice.)

So, nothing mind-blowing to report. Sorry to disappoint all of you who have come to expect scintillating fare from me. Maybe I'll have something good to share soon!