FICO MN Heavy-Duty Never-Ending Reversible Bedspread *Crochet Pattern

A Christmas Present for my Hunny Bunny :) This afghan took me from July of last year to almost Christmas to complete. It is worked in a revised reversible stitch pattern which, is the equivalent of making two identical afghans and quilting every single stitch together to create one heavy blanket. However, it is only worked as one piece.

The skeins of yarn it took to complete: 32
Red Heart Heather 12- 5 oz. skeins
Red Heart Black 10- 7 oz. skeins
Red Heart Burgany 10- 7 oz. skeins
180 rows by 281 stitches times 2!
The number of stitches involved: 101,160
It weighs approximately 15 lbs and is half an inch thick!

How’s that.. to beat the frigid and brutal temps of a Minnesota winter???!!!

It even fits perfectly in the washer when set in length-side down!
Pattern here: http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/fico-minnesota-heavy-duty-never-ending-reversible-bedspread


Best Stuffed Green Peppers on the Grill


3 lr green bell peppers
1 sm omion, diced
1/2 tbls minced garlic
lb ground hamburger
Prepared Spanish rice
1 cup shredded mozzarella/Parmesan chesse

Preheat grill.

Chop one green pepper. Set aside 1/4 c for stuffed pepper mixture. Refrigerate remaining chopped green pepper for another meal.
Remove stems of remaining peppers. Lay peppers on side and slice in half. Remove seeds and ribs. Place peppers cut-side-up on plate.

Cook hamburger until almost done. Add chopped onion, 1/4 c chopped pepper and minced garlic. Continue cooking until hamburger is no long pink. Set aside and let cool until warm to the touch.
Prepare any Spanish rice or use 15 oz can of heat and serve Spanish rice. Set aside and let cool until warm to the touch. Mix hamburger, rice and 1/2 c shredded cheese.

Firmly pack rice mixture into peppers enough to create slight mound above cut edge of peppers. Place stuffed peppers in preheated grill off coals and cook with lid on for approximately 15-20 minutes. Top with remaining cheese and heat until cheese is melted.

Remove from heat and let rest about 5 minutes before serving.


Goldie Oldie Doggie Sweater

Keep your four-legged babies warm and cozy this winter with the Goldie Oldie Doggie Sweater!!This cute doggie sweater is made for a small-medium size male dog, a dog slightly larger than a chihuahua. It can be made with 8oz of any worsted weight yarn and an I hook.

Pattern can be found here: Goldie Oldie Doggie Sweater

Happy Crocheting!!


Refrigerater Pickles

Need a project to help induce summer into your blood? Make these tasty refrigerator pickles :)

2 lrg cucumbers sliced to desired thickness
1 lrg onion thinly sliced
1-2 tbls minced garlic
2 tbls salt
2 tbls dill seed
1 tsp red pepper flakes
2 c white vinegar
1 c boiling water

Dissolve salt in boiling water. Set aside to cool. Mix cucumbers, onions, garlic, dill seed and red pepper flakes in a large bowl. Pack mixture into 2-2 quart jars. Combine water and vinegar together. Pour equal amounts into both jars. Liquid should just cover the tops of the cucumbers and onions. If it doesn’t, add enough additional water to cover completely. Place lids on jars and give a little shake to incorporate well. Place in frig for at least 24 hours before serving.


Tick… Tock!

The time between seconds stands still.
Heightened sensory chokes a person
with it’s absorption of otherwise,
the invisible and mundane until one
is consumed. Weighted down by an
overpowering need to express
the important, the not so important.
Gravitational forces steal others away
from their regular lives and bring them home again.
For a moment. It’s not the ugliness
that kills us. It’s the over-
whelming beauty blinding us with
it’s light even through the shadows.
It leaves a craving and an ache so deep
other vices will not fill the void; an addiction
with no relief, no cure and no solace
except to surrender to it’s awesomeness. Sharing
in the delight of others and appreciating
the impact they make, hoping you’re just as
important. Reminiscing of the past leads to the road
of now. And now, will be yesterday, tomorrow.


Spinach & Artichoke Dip

9 oz package frozen spinach, thawed, rinsed and drained
14 oz can artichoke hearts, drained and roughly chopped
4 green onions, chopped
8 oz cream cheese, room temperature
1 tbls minced garlic
2 c parmesan cheese
1/3 c mayo
1 c sour cream

Cream together the cream cheese, mayo, sour cream and cheese. Mix in remaining ingredients and place in baking dish. Bake in preheated over @ 425 degrees for 20 minutes. Serve with tortilla chips or crackers. Enjoy :)



Summer is finally here and today I did not feel like firing up the oven or the grill! So, today was the perfect day to enjoy some delicious and healthy pinwheels.

My Hunny Bunny called them delicious and refreshing!

4, 12 in. flour tortillas or flavor of your choice
8 oz. cream cheese, room temperature
1-2 tsp of Webber’s New Orleans Cajun Seasoning
20 slices thinly sliced roast beef
20 slices thinly sliced smoked turkey
4 slices Kraft American cheese, cut in half
1 cup shredded lettuce
1 lrg tomato thinly sliced
4 green onions very thinly sliced
Salt and pepper to taste

Prep: mix cream cheese, seasoning and green onions. Split evenly by four and spread on tortillas. Layer remaining ingredients on the four tortillas. Be careful to not over fill. Lightly salt and pepper. Tightly roll tortillas. Cover with wrap and refrigerate for 1 hour. Remove wrap, slice into 1-1 1/2 inch pieces. Place on serving plate, sliced side facing. Serve immediately or cover and refrigerate until ready to serve.

Sock Yarn Circle Jacket

Evolution of the CIrcle Jacket

Evolution of the Circle Jacket is a pretty basic pattern. Pattern is written to accommodate any yarn but is not a stitch by stitch instruction. Must know the basics of crocheting in the round.

Pattern can by purchased here: http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/evolution-of-the-circle-jacket


Family of Perfect Ponchos

The Perfect Poncho is the ultimate favorite pattern I have ever created because regardless of the yarn weight and gauge it always creates a perfect drape and fit.
The Perfect Poncho pattern can be purchased here: http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/perfect-poncho-2


Never Ending Bedspread

A Christmas Present for my Hunny Bunny :) This afghan took me from July of last year to almost Christmas to complete. It is worked in a revised reversible stitch pattern which, is the equivalent of making two identical afghans and quilting every single stitch together to create one heavy blanket. However, it is only worked as one piece.

The skeins of yarn it took to complete: 32
180 rows by 281 stitches times 2!
The number of stitches involved: 101,160
It weighs approximately 12 lbs and is half an inch thick!

How’s that.. to beat the frigid and brutal temps of a Minnesota winter???!!!

My hand still hurts!


He Touches Her

With the touch of his hand
Placed gently on her face
With just a simple stroke,

He soothes her soul
Genuinely whole.

Her sad emerald green eyes
Beg him pleadingly brave
Love her infinitely.

Stilled, their affection stirs,
His Love now equals hers.

Though cautiously weighing
Risk verses their fate
Cut so terribly raw

Old remains of heartache
Love preciously at stake.

Greater than his loving
Fearing he, she’ll forget
Or Fall out of her mind

Too curiously drawn,
Yet, He’s slow to move on.

She shy’s away the fear
Delights in his courtship
Screams satisfyingly…

“The bitterness has died!”
Quite quietly inside.

For she loves him truly
She’s sensitive & pure
Embracing his warm hand

Unknowing his sweet touch
To her, matters so much!

Eyes pierce her wounded soul
Searching yet, for her truth
Her life story, her love.

He needs her too, as ‘his’.
His Baby Girl, his Miss.


House Flower

Distance is always
Infinate in length
Harboring voids
Discovering truths
Leaving the past

Never leading
To the present
Only the future.
Pushing further

Distance is forever.
As is love.
To measure an inch
of a ruler
Is an inch not closer
To home.

Love can not
be measured.
It is infinate
As is Distance.

Time creates
And void.
Tricks mind

Rendered useless.

Love is sight.
Amplified beauty
A Vision.
Musically sound.
An art.
Mosaic of all.

With love
Distance Dissipates
To restore
To be

Love hurts
No One.
Only reveals
Those who

Savor love
Live life
Be humbled
Give power
To God
Trust inward
To move forward.
Rest in
The moment.

Time is distance.
Don’t waste.
Love wholy.

Recieve love
To nurture
The deserving
House Flower.


*Rated R: Toys Aren’t Just for Boys

*Another funny write. Read at your own risk.

While you’re out fishin’
with beer drinkin Bud
Bullshit dishin’
Chewin’ the cud

Hook Line and sinker
Fishin’ Rod goes down
Face turning pinker
Catch about to crown

“A mermaid, I see?’
Rippling water stilled
On stabled knee
The port-side she spilled

“They really exist!”
You shout in her face
Lips to be kissed.
In Mangled embrace.

In awe, your friend stares
Wondering, still dazed
About nightmares
Completely amazed.

Tellin’ your story
Down at corner pub
And it’s glory.
Gives you a nub.

Frozen to bar bench
Flirt you are by name.
A coctail wench
Your hopin’ she’s game.

Bragging to your pals
‘Bout the “fish” you caught
Comparing to gals
The mermaid you fought.

Out hunting with friends
Deep into the wood
Gossiping hens,
Of course understood.

While you were away
Bud gave me a call
Total dismay
Said your story’s tall

While you kissed silly
Bud continued on
“She’s no Philly!
I beg your pardon!”

So, while you’re obsessed
Distracted and awed
Feeling quite blessed
By mermaid fraud.

With my sea creatures
I’ve been quite busy
Some with ten features.
That make me dizzy.

With my Pearl Dolphin
I’m getting it on
Cheating’s a sin
But not while your gone!!


*Rated R: Hung Doggie Blues

*Read at your own risk- And no, this never really happened.. was writing a comedy piece for a workshop and it just sorta went in a completely different direction than I had intended. LOL

Give me my coffee
And cigarettes too
Provide energy
Oh, morning brew

For yesterday sucked
And night so long
We partied and fucked
Broke out in song

Woke to a feeling
Everyone dreads
Toilet bowl kneeling
In need of meds

Right eye all droopy
Drool-crusted lip
Breath smells all poopy
Cruel busted hip

Sheets crackle and strain
From night’s romance
On the window pain
Dangle my pants

Whip off the cover
To my dismay
Feet of my lover
Smell of decay

Pedi odor warms
My private space
Nausea deforms
And wrinkles my face

With men’s bikini
Glued to my hair
Sip the martini
Left on a chair

Dog trips in the yard
Frazzled and frisky
Like a St. Bernard
Halls his whiskey

We’re on the front deck
Neighbors do see
I do recollect
I have to pee

The fog slightly wears
Without a doubt
Embarrassing stares
Can do without

Stagger and fumble
Jump to our feet
Feeling quite humble
Many eyes meet

The decorative plants
We hide behind
Wobbly stance
Wreckage of mind

With cameras flashing
To their delight
The police crashing
Our fun-filled night

Behind prison bars
This railing makes
Many naked scars
The camera takes

Talked out of jail
5-0 resign
Ticket by mail
With a hefty fine

Hung doggie blues
Kept me in bed
The worst kind of dues
Rapture the head

My dear friend, Calgon
Take me away
Like a new felon
Forget this day

The following morn
On my doormat
Like a blowing horn
Heavy and flat

The Sunday Paper
What do I see?
“The Party Caper”
Featuring me


Twisted in Dancing Shadows

Through a lace covered window moonlight creeps
Wind makes tree branch shadows dance in the room
Looming overhead like a forgotten child on the wall
Bluish gold moonlight haze falls on her porcelain face
A faint white aura envelopes her exposed skin
Iridescent pearl drop beads of sweat
Catch moonlight glint above arched brows
Deep shadows cast in hidden caves
Shamelessly, skillfully, they stalk her
Sending cascades of shaded bliss onto restless legs
Her sleeping eyes speak hushed words without sound
Expressions that, if could speak would
Plead for her sentence or reprieve
They watch and whisper to stir her barely from slumber
A thousand arms, a thousand hands, fingers swing
Anxiously back and forth across her ageless body
Strobes of blue, flicker from one side to the other
On such an angelic silhouette
Devoured in an askew lack of light
Twisted in dancing shadow covered sheets
Head tilted back in pleasured agony
Her eyes scream what her lips cannot
With blue hued lips and tints of gold
She wets them and opens
Sinfully, slowly…

The swarm of heated shadows

The new moon touches her soul
She exhales slow…


As sleepy shadows escape her lips
Closing the window softly as they leave
She settles, darkness blankets her
Kissing her good night.


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