I used to visit this site often. I dreamed of posting some beautiful object. kThen I was landed with two Great kDane puppies. I can't spell cause the bandage on my finger hampers my typing. My finger is damaged becuase I had to scoop out Grover's mouth. Has any of you scooped out a GD's mouth lately? 

Anyone who can bead with more that four dogs, please write. I need help.

Yours,

Nancy kBlignaut owner of one junkyard dog, one sometime terrier and dogsitter for my…

So I cheerfully pack up my beads and send them to my female family....well at least to the two I like. I feel secure. I have made something beautiful, something lasting, something they can wear forever.

ONLY ACK. I took off a necklace I made for myself (I get selfish) and finally noted that the bead tubes I'd made around the back of the necklace were not their original colour. Indeed they looked awfully seedy. (sorry). I hadn't used dyed beads, nor had I used the ones I gathered were…

So I can direct my friends here and have them read about my sometimes life, or is this just for the beads? Not that the two are always distingishible. (sp) That note means that I don't know if I spelled the word right, it's a way of avoiding shame. It's the English teacher syndrome. One must be impeccable when spelling. One must be impeccable in grammar.Actually one is never perfect. The game is always faking it. Years of suffering nuns taught me that. The dear souls also taught me the art…