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Filling the Claw Machine

Before Thanksgiving vacation, I was looking for the game Scattergories. It was sold out in  two places I’d looked.  (and it wasn’t in this discount store either) It’s still on my list.

When I see a Claw Machine I think of random news reports about small children getting up into them somehow.,

I asked if the Claw Machine was popular which was a dumb question cause there she was refilling it with loads of stuffed animals.  Turns out there is a lot of info about the Claw Machines and the mechanical cranes. Here is an article about The Science Behind the Claw Machine Will Enrage You at Buzzfeed

Then I looked up How to Win at the Claw Machine, not that I want to win any of the stuffed animals but wondered if there was a strategy. click- Win at a Claw Machine 

I’ve not attempted to use one……..yet.

In fact, I didn’t even know there was science or strategy behind it!

 

 

 


An Usie at the Drive Through Window

“You realize they can see us through that window”, said Anna (12)

“Yep” Click!

A detour for three small berry Smoothies and a gift card for Michael who wasn’t with us that trip. We had a good laugh.


Sparkling Water Spring

 Dropped on the driveway as I was packing  up my car, an unexpected photo op!  
 
Thank you free dictionary Sprung didn’t look correct but it could have been used 

v. sprang or, often, sprung; sprung; spring•ing; v.i.

1. to rise, leap, or move suddenly and swiftly: a tiger about to spring.

2. to be released suddenly from a constrained position: The door sprang open.

3. to issue forth suddenly or forcefully: Oil sprang from the well.

Or #4. Sparkling water sprang from the can. It sprung a leak.

Citation:   Definitions excerpt –

Random House    Kernerman Webster’s College Dictionary, © 2010 K Dictionaries Ltd. Copyright 2005, 1997, 1991 by Random House, Inc. All rights reserved.


Oops! Weekly Photo Challenge

Photo disaster? I can fill a post of those with ease 

This morning I said “oops! How am I supposed to drive with an Airedale in my seat? 

The kids let the dogs in my car as I was getting ready to take two grandchildren to Laura’s house across town.  

 Oops  Henry and Josie

  
Here’s the first shot
And an oops gallery of “best not to be shown” but here they are 

I’m digging for all those carpet and shoe-top shots but this is what I could find easily   Not enough light.  Oops

  Just take the button, not my face.  Oops 

  Blurry  oops
  Finger over lens.  Not Rothko! Oops.
   

  Tried to capture A painting on tv show that was in my former in-laws living room, too    Oops  Oops.  Why is this mask in my attic?
  Moving in the car and bridge railing. Oops 
Oops. One of those Airdales sampled the baptism cake   
  An inadvertent screenshot  oops 

  
Oops, someone dropped a bone.

  Oops. Someone left their peel  
Litter.  Oops.

No idea.   Oops.   

    
  


Huh?

 

(You write the caption.)

  Found in the North Hills on way home from taking Steve to the car dealership to pick up his car. 


Do You Have Magnets on Your Fridge?

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Maybe you have a stainless steel refrigerator or a fancy glass door- not sure where this practice originated. One time I photographed a fridge in a junkyard snd the door still had magnets stuck on it!

Some people collect them from places they visit. Send photos if you wish.  
  

  

  


Olaf and the Unicorn

Maura’s unicorn horn was from the Clintonville Music and Art Festival.


Sock Monkey Brothers

It’s been awhile since I’ve stitched up a sock monkey. The classic.

One for new baby grandson in Ohio and one for a friend of my sister in New York City.  The pairs of socks have been in the house a long time. Once I stitched on the faces, they seem to look at me and smile.

Both Anna and Jack have set up a crew of sock monkeys, told them to smile and photographed them. This evening I placed the newly completed monkeys on the couch in my living room. And took their picture

Very cooperative!

One of the smiles needs a bit of straightening out, I see upon examining the image.  Ooops.

And yes, my sister and I visited the Sock Monkey Museum in Rockford, Illinois when we were visiting relatives.  (The relatives live in Rockford, not the museum)

 

 

sock monkey duoSock monkey duo, going in different directions, more than 500 miles apart.

 

Here are some old sock monkey photos from previous blogs.

When I was a kid (c. 1958)my family lived in the city of Newark NJ. there was a Youth Consultation Service behind our house on Broad Street.  At least a dozen girls lived there and each girl had a handmade sock monkey.  My mom thought sock monkeys weren’t appealing but I always wanted one. Some people think they are ugly, others think they’re cute. These two have a bit of scrap flannel from the sock monkey pillowcases I stitched for the grandchildren for Christmas.  Going with a theme, here. That will be another post.

I don’t think I owned one until I stitched on in 1976.

The first sock monkey I ever made was for my son Mark (39),father to the grandchildren in the photos above. He name it the Doonie Monkey and it was stuffed with old stockings.  I use fiberfill now. And for some unknown reason, I never added a tail on his monkey.  He resides with the grandchildren in Ohio, too.
I’ve make pink and blue and purple monkeys but my favorite is the classic.

If you would like to make a sock monkey, there’s a terrific youtube tutorial by Professor Pincushion on how to make the classic monkey. I don’t add the ears or buttons on mine.


Wordless Wednesday

Tribute Don Featherstone


Waking up to the Sound of Hogs

Maura (6),  Jack (8)and I spent an hour in Half Price Books on Lane Ave while we waited to meet the family for breakfast for dinner at Whole Foods after swim practice.

We bought a couple of books and Maura said she needed an alarm clock to get up in time for her daily 8 am dive practice.  Sounded reasonable to me.

The one she chose makes the sound of hogs-

No buzzer. No bells, no sonar beep- PIGS!!

Here is the first day of waking up to hogs. That is one crazy alarm clock!

Turns out it would be my new Grandson’s birth date but we didn’t know that fact in the morning.  Video

Cecilia, of thekitchensgarden do they sound authentic ?


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