Hubbies got talent!

Tis true.

You men out there will like this one.

Some of the girls might want to skip to the bottom

to read about Violet.

Shane makes knives. He's taught himself and he does

real well. Awesome, in fact. if I do say so myself.

I thought I'd show you a few pictures.

Here it comes, that is, what I compete with

his other love.

It's sad if I dwell on it to long.

I thought I twas his one and only love.

Okay, I know, It isn't that bad, but it would be nice

to not have to venture out into the great oblivion

(his shop)

to feast my eyes upon him and hope that he will,

at least, give me a slight shrug of his shoulder to acknowledged

my presence.

No, I have not been reading to many Harlequin Romances.

I haven't read even one, I swear, If you don't like the way I'm

talking (typing) take it up with Julie, Shane's sister,

It's all her fault. Luv ya Jules.

I have to admit. Beauty can't compare.

I think this one has mammoth tooth on the handle.

I don't know what the Damascus pattern is but hey

give me credit for knowing it's Damascus.

If you want to know leave a comment and all find out for you.

This is called file work. That pretty design on the edge.

Points for Lacy!

This is springbok horn. Little dear type animals in Africa.

two points for Lacy!

This is a gorgeous knife, but seriously, I can't get past the

fact that the sheath has snake skin on it. Snaaake ssssskin.

creepy.

Pretty knife though.

Here it comes the place where creativity takes flight.

the great oblivion.

It's not this clean any more he has all kinds of contraptions going on.

Machines here. Machines there, and chaos everywhere.

It's not messy to him, but I don't understand it all, so

I will call it organized chaos.

Shop elves.

I keep telling him they're for good luck and if he'd let them help

wonders would never cease.

He says we need to set traps.

I don't think you can see the peg board anymore with all the gadgets.

Shane built it all himself,cabinets and all, and I have to admit

"the great oblivion" looks real good. Dang good.

The sink

I can't think of anything else to say poet like.

Oooh now, that is a sweet wholesome knife. No snake skin involved.

This is called Little Lavender.

It's mine.

He made it for me. The first knife to come out of the great oblivion.

I guess he thought he'd better award my patience.

I didn't see him for the first week we lived in our house because he was

in the great oblivion.

Yeah, I deserved it.

It has a pretty vine file work on it.

It's not for sale. Believe me. He's had many offers.

Don't even think about it.

The knife on the ends are sold. Long gone.

The two in the middle are also my knives.

Stop trying to butter me up. There not for sale.

Oh you think I have pretty eyes. That's so sweet.

They aren't for sale.

This is made out of pink turquoise, mammoth tooth,

and wood from Mexico that Chase put in his house.

This was the first knife that Shane made me.

It has pretty file work too.
This knife is one that Shane made and

I would not let him sale it. I made him give it to me.

Okay, so I stole it.

It made a pretty addition to my collection.

I've aquired a few more for my collection the same way.

I won't mention any names, but I seen a certain person eyeballin it.

I know what you're thinking.

Smile you're on camera.

There's also a laser maze and if you open the door

on the display an extremely loud alarm go's off and a net will fall

on your head and a whole herd

(I said herd, Shane's rubbed off on me.)

HERD of ninjas dressed in black with those swingy thingys,

I think there called numb chucks, will descend (or is it ascend)

upon you. Either way descend or ascend, you're in trouble.

If you really want one, just ask him. He makes custom orders.

Not around my Birthday or our anniversary.

If he heads out to the great oblivion around those times of

year, the ninjas might get him.

Read the fine print: If you feel I was a little carried away with this post.

Well... It was a long day yesterday and I'm still recovering.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Violet Vindettes

Violet why don't you go dance with the wiggles on t.v.

(Cuz she was on my lap and I couldn't type.)

Mom, ther'es glass on the t.v. and

I can't get in there with them.