Sunday, September 23, 2007

More of Something Different

It feels like I just did this, which is because I just did ... It's fun. This is week 242:

  1. Singles :: Kraft

  2. Blaze :: Orange

  3. Sandwich :: Yum

  4. Outside :: Cold

  5. Gooey :: Ick

  6. Industry :: Loud

  7. Exclusive :: Expensive

  8. Warranty :: the expiration date, after which, everything on some big, expensive item will break

  9. Magical :: Cats

  10. Heels :: Foolishness for girls who haven't yet had surgery on their feet/ankles




Friday, September 21, 2007

Something Different

I like free association, and I've been reading these on Lady Periphaeria's blog for a while, so I decided to play along at Unconscious Mutterings, too. I'm starting with week 241:


  1. Rita :: my aunt's friend

  2. Comedy :: half hour

  3. Polar :: winds

  4. Idiots :: Illinois doctors

  5. Perception :: depth

  6. Infected :: hospital

  7. Fake :: except for my mother-in-law, my female in-laws

  8. Relating :: difficult, probably not worth it

  9. Distraction :: television

  10. Gamble :: noisy






Sunday, September 16, 2007

SERIAL KILLER Carle Foundation Hospital Murders Again

This time, the victim was my beloved father-in-law, Michael Kent Orn, aged 65. I always called him, "Dad."




His death was caused by MEDICAL MALPRACTICE of Carle Foundation Hospital doctors, who, on September 11, 2007, ordered he drink the complete, usual adult dose of a Fleet's Soda preparation mixed with orange gatorade as preparation for a colonoscopy scheduled for the next morning. This would be the last of any kind of food, drink, or nutrition he would receive, other than that delivered intravenously.

Dad DID NOT NEED this typical colonoscopy preparation because he had been a very atypical patient. After being admitted to the hospital through the ER on September 2nd, 2007, he had been on strictly a liquid diet for more than a week while doctors waited for a bowel obstruction to clear. Therefore, there was nothing IN his intestines to flush out with the Fleet's Soda prep -- EXCEPT, very unfortunately, at least part of the original bowel obstruction, which immediately recurred once Dad drank enough of the prep solution.

But Carle Hospital's asshole, I mean, "expert" doctors cannot possibly deviate from any of their prescribed procedures because it would require them to actually THINK.

Dad and I BEGGED the nurses multiple times to check with the doctor, and then to get a doctor in there to actually PHYSICALLY EXAMINE him because he was obviously becoming increasingly uncomfortable and concerned as he drank more of the preparation. Dad's abdomen was distended and rock hard after he'd drunk less than half the Fleet's Soda prep solution. Over the space of two hours, his bowels did not make a SOUND and he did not require use of the bathroom at all; he should have been going fairly constantly starting no more than about fifteen or twenty minutes after he first started drinking the disgusting concoction.

Although the nurses did contact the doctor perhaps three times, no doctor came to actually SEE Dad, much less EXAMINE him; the nurses did not physically touch Dad's abdomen to verify how hard and distended it actually was; and the order from the doctor remained the same: Dad was to drink the entire solution.

Suddenly, having not yet drunk quite half of the Fleet's solution, Dad went into respiratory distress because his obstructed intestines in his hard, distended abdomen were pressing into his diaphragm and lung, which prevented him from taking deep enough breaths to fully and properly oxygenate his blood.

Dad only had his left lung, by the way. His right lung was removed in January of this year, when he was pronounced cured of lung cancer by his doctors. The fact that he had only one lung is why the doctors did not consider surgery to find and remove the bowel obstruction; such a surgery would have taken as much as twelve hours, and this would have required him to be on a respirator. In Dad's weakened state, the doctors believed that once he was put onto a respirator, he would never be able to get off of it, and so the possibility of surgery for the bowel obstruction was eliminated.

The experiences of respiratory distress and having his stomach pumped only made Dad even weaker. Although he tried, they were simply too much from which to recover.

The saddest part of the whole situation is that Dad just retired on Friday, August 31st, 2007, and of course, like anyone does, he had been dearly looking forward to spending his retirement with his family and doing the things he enjoyed. Instead, he was admitted to the hospital within two days of his retirement, and died fifteen days later on September 15, 2007 at approximately 4:30 p.m. central time.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Validation!

Thursday, August 23rd, I had my appointment with the neurologist about the MRIs I had last Saturday (the 18th) and received some rather shocking medical news. Not what I was hoping for, and not anything I had prepared myself for, although I thought I had pretty much covered all the possibilities in my mind -- and although this information should prove very useful in obtaining MEDICALLY NECESSARY pain treatment.

Basically, nearly every single disc in my back is herniated or nearly so, and because so many are damaged, it's considered inoperable. It's a wonder I can move at all -- and things have been this way for probably close to twenty five years (this has to have been caused by the school bus accident I was in when I was in seventh grade), and only just now has anyone though to bother to run the test to see it -- and he ran it for a different reason (to diagnose or rule out multiple sclerosis).

Exercise is pretty much out of the question for any reason except swimming and bike riding -- and we can't afford a bike or a pool membership right now -- because one wrong move could mean paralysis and a wheelchair for life. That's the same instruction DH received from the same neurologist close to a year ago -- because of ONE disc in this precarious situation. The neurologist actually didn't get that far with me because he wants to run more tests; I suppose it's possible he could tell me NO exercise and to get in a wheelchair now so I don't really screw myself up -- LOL -- would I even notice?

So, now I know why my back hurts so badly all the time -- and I do NOT feel guilty about it. It's NOT my imagination, it's NOT caused by depression, it's NOT because I'm faking it, or because I'm lazy (as my brother insists on every rare instance he has time in his busy life to have anything to do with me). In fact, I'm LAMINATING these test results to show doctors that I am NOT DEPRESSED but have a REAL, EXTREMELY SIGNIFICANT, PHYSICAL INJURY causing INDESCRIBABLE PAIN which it is INHUMANE not to properly manage with appropriate pain medications.

But it was a huge shock and really threw me off Thursday and Friday. I didn't even need my usual pain medication (which is not NEARLY enough for this type of injury!) Friday because I was actually having physical symptoms of shock and just felt numb from the news. I certainly could have received far more useless news, and I realize this will be very useful, but it's still an awful lot to digest right now.

Meanwhile, we are continuing the MRI investigation looking for signs of MS because the neurologist still thinks it's worth considering -- or at least worth completely ruling out since we've come this far already. The brain and cervical spine will be done with and without contrast next Tuesday morning, right before an appointment with my PCP, after which I will be immediately leaving town for Michigan to see a doctor willing to prescribe REAL pain meds -- and thankfully, I now have something to show her besides my diagnosis of fibromyalgia that shows her just how badly I need them!

For those who are wondering, there has still been no MRI of the breast for the still growing "lump," which now feels more like half a slice of bologna. I need to do another major rant on this particular subject, but I swear Illinois must be where everyone who nearly flunked out of medical school comes to practice. However, I'm actually much less concerned about the breast issue at this point. If that's breast cancer, based on my other breast symptoms, it's IBC, the 95% fatal kind WITH treatment. And unfortunately, the treatment for that is always chemo and radiation first before surgery -- and I will not do chemo with odds that low. Cut anything off of or out of me you want to, but I have no interest in wasting the last few months of my life just to die looking like a concentration camp victim and feeling like crap, in order that everyone else can say, "At least, she fought really hard." I've already fought really hard, darn it, while none of the dipstick doctors in this area were listening, and if people don't already realize that, then screw them. The only reason for a diagnosis there would be to give my husband what he needs for a lawsuit -- and if I suddenly die, I guess he'll get that from an autopsy, now won't he?

Thanks to all of you for your support.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

I Hope You Dance

I took this picture of My Treasures Workstation (pattern by Just A Thought from Judy Odell) while it was on display during the 2007 National Counted Cross Stitch Show (NCCSS) competition.

Interestingly, this piece received both my highest score (from Betsy Evans), as well as my lowest score (from infamous pottymouth Eileen Bennett). The difference between the highest and lowest scores was 14 points, and based on the two judges' comments, their scores were based specifically on the workmanship of my stitches.



Tuesday, August 07, 2007

What a Strange Search String

What else can you do but laugh when you see this in your site stats?

Is there actually a cross stitch sampler intended to be stitched for an OB/GYN? I'm not sure I want to know ...

Sunday, August 05, 2007

Official Announcement

INDEPENDENT NEEDLEWORK NEWS is now up and running.

For me, that counts as a happy dance!

Thanks in advance for all publicity or word of mouth!

Friday, July 27, 2007

A Quick Update for All the Visitors

Wow! I never get this much traffic here ... Hi!

I am working diligently on getting my new business home ready and hope to be able to announce it's location within just a few days. I'll be continuing on with the type of thing I had started doing at CraftGossip, especially after getting emails from so many of you who've told me just how much you appreciated what I was doing.

Thank you for those, too -- it's always nice to hear that you've accomplished what you set out to do, and it turned out I was actually doing that myself ... But I didn't actually hear those words until you were worried I might disappear. (Don't worry -- *I* always knew there was never a chance of that happening because I had fallen in love with what I was doing and know it has a value to the stitching community.)

Also thank you so much to everyone for your emails and even phone calls of support. They've been fantastic as well, and I really want to contact each of you for permission to publish the things you have all written about copyright because each of you did such a wonderful and eloquent job talking about what copyright means to your life.

I also would be remiss if I did not publicly say that CraftGossip paid me promptly and in full -- as far as I know, anyway (a grand total of $50.74 for about six months of work) -- and I have no hesitation in saying that while they were extremely confused about copyright law, they showed themselves to be generally honest and decent people by meeting their financial contractual obligations to me in a very timely and professional manner.

Last, I want you all to know that I am doing okay. I am very, very tired. But I am really quite excited about this and not unhappy at all about how things have worked out. It's quite nice for a change, too! :)

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Needlework vs. Tampons

CraftGossip doesn't understand needlework, and wanted "craft news."

My writing is of a higher class.

Best of luck to anyone who might want the job, but be forewarned Shellie didn't consider ANY of my posts craft-related. It's true; none were about tampons. Of course, as the co-founder of CraftBits, which has no needlework projects at all, Shellie has no idea what a needlework project IS or why stitchers don't care to discuss tampons.

(Perhaps I was wrong to think it was all just string.)

I am venturing out on my own. Please stay tuned to The Needle's Bewitching Eye or email me for updates.

Monday, July 23, 2007

A Great Reminder

I can't listen to books on tape ... my mind wanders too easily.

But I still love this old post from Cameo.

It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are
far more than our abilities. ~ Albus Dumbledore


The thing is, in reality, the majority of people object to those who make the kind of choices of which Albus Dumbledore approved.

Of course, if things were any other way, the choices wouldn't be so important.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

And Around We Go (originally posted on CraftGossip 7/19/07)

My job as the Needlework Editor at CraftGossip.com is one job (my bosses are in Australia).

My job as Show Director for the National Counted Cross Stitch Show (NCCSS) was a second, entirely separate job (my boss was located at Rockome Gardens in Arcola, IL, USA).

There was absolutely NO connection between the two other than that I utilized my CraftGossip blog to advertise the NCCSS -- at no cost to Rockome Gardens, by the way -- because it fit in exactly with the job description for my CraftGossip blog. Without me and my CraftGossip blog, the 2007 NCCSS would have completely failed because there was NO OTHER ADVERTISING FOR THE SHOW WORTH MENTIONING (although I did get us a spot in The Gift of Stitching online magazine ... which Butch Phillips apparently thought so unimportant, even though it would have hit our TARGET AUDIENCE of stitchers, that he couldn't be bothered to pay the $40 fee for the one month spot available).

Butch Phillips, the self-titled Mayor of Rockome Gardens, according to his TV commercials which must have cost thousands of dollars to make and air, clearly does not understand anything about paid blogging or Internet marketing. He has several times made the erroneous statement mentioning CraftGossip as a "pay for hit site," and made it sound like I receive $1.00 for every hit or something equally ridiculous! I don't even receive $.01 per hit, and that is because CraftGossip is NOT a pay per click program. Pay per click advertising is a type of Search Engine Marketing ... and CraftGossip is NOT -- you guessed it! -- a search engine. Rather, to the best of my understanding, it is an affiliate (have you checked out CraftBits yet?), and specifically, a revenue sharing program which uses contextual advertising.

A lot of people seem to think I made a great big bunch of money from CraftGossip because of NCCSS-related posts, and that:

1. It was a conflict of interest.

2. I should be paying Butch because it brought so much traffic to my site.

3. I really shouldn't complain about not getting paid by the NCCSS or Rockome Gardens because I made enough already through CraftGossip thanks to Butch.


The truth is CraftGossip is a fledgling craft-related blog site, and I was lucky to get in on the ground floor as one of their first editors. I signed up on one of the last days of January 2007. I have not yet received a payment from CraftGossip, and that is because less than $50 is due me at the moment. As soon as my earnings total $50, I'll receive payment.

If people really think I don't deserve to be paid for my work AFTER THEY HAVE READ ALL THE FACTS, I'll determine how much of my current earnings balance was earned through NCCSS-related posts, and then send Butch a check for 90% of whatever that amount turns out to be. I'm willing to do this not because I'm already rich off of CraftGossip, but because 90% of very little is still hardly anything.

So my answers to the above three points are:

1. None of my bosses at the time minded, so it was not a conflict of interest.

2. Butch hired me knowing ALL ABOUT CraftGossip, and with the full intention of using it as a resource to advertise the NCCSS. I was more than happy to do that, as my CraftGossip blog wouldn't begin to earn money without Internet traffic, and a link from Rockome Gardens' website to me here on CraftGossip would have been very beneficial. Butch was to link to my CraftGossip blog immediately after he hired me; that was part of my CONTRACT with him. He failed to meet his contractual obligations and didn't link to me until approximately seven weeks afterward. This lengthy delay caused me to lose out on a significant opportunity to develop an audience for my CraftGossip blog -- some portion of which would still be regular readers today, which is called a "loss of future income" in legal terms. Butch is lucky I'm not presently planning to sue him for that loss of future income, but then, I'm still attempting to collect what I was owed to begin with from him.

3. Many needlework designers work two jobs -- their designing job, and their "paying job." I was working two jobs also -- my CraftGossip job, and what was supposed to be MY paying job until I do actually bring in enough to comfortably rely on just my CraftGossip earnings. Butch stiffed me. It's similar to working one job during the week and a second one on weekends. I expected to get paid for both, and I trust I will eventually get paid by CraftGossip -- but Butch stole from me. I was NOT a willing, informed, or consenting VOLUNTEER for either CraftGossip or Rockome Gardens' NCCSS. CraftGossip knows this and is honest. Butch took advantage of me and is dishonest.


If you still don't believe me, consider this: Would I post this here on CraftGossip where my bosses will see it if it weren't true? It IS true. I already asked for and received permission to post this from Shellie, and of course I'll be hanging onto her email.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

On Rounds (originally posted on CraftGossip on July 18, 2007)

To the untrustworthy bobbleheads who destroyed the opportunity I had to work with CA Wells with the tactless taps of your keystrokes, the game's over.

Regardless of your intentions toward me, it was foolish and cruel for you to steal away from stitchers in the Midwest an opportunity to take classes with CA.

You realize I shared my excitement with you about working with CA only in the STRICTEST CONFIDENCE. Of course you do; that's what made your violation of that confidence so exceedingly delicious!

Somehow you took my two sentences totaling seventeen words, and by the power of blue whale testicles, decided to out-scoop ME. I would OBVIOUSLY have made the announcement at the appropriate time on MY CraftGossip blog. This blistering betrayal was another perfectly planned and perfectly executed element in the perfect crime.

You are a moronic loon to have contacted CA Wells for more details -- except you were intentionally destroying this opportunity in order to hurt me. The surest way to accomplish this was to bother the incredibly popular, extremely busy, absolutely #1 in demand needlework teacher/designer with direct emails. Ticking off CA was easily achieved by involving all your hollaback girlfriends in the project. Extra credit was awarded for the request that CA teach a Betsy Morgan piece.

After the more than thirteen hours mostly wasted in two different ERs Tuesday, I don't have time or spirit left for you -- or much of anything else, for that matter.

Now, please give the link to this post (that link is http://theneedlesbewitchingeye.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-rounds-originally-posted-on.html ) wherever you've already spread the first bits of your now false advertising -- and please at least have the decency to quote me accurately this time.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Friday the 13th = Feminist Field Day

When confronted with this picture,



the best text news.yahoo.com could come up with was this:

Chinese visit a four-story, free-of-charge public restroom in Chongqing, China Saturday July 7, 2007. They're flushing with pride in a southwestern Chinese city where a recently opened porcelain palace features an Egyptian facade, soothing music and more than 1,000 toilets spread out over 3,000 square meters (32,290 square feet). Officials in Chongqing are preparing to submit an application to Guinness World Records to have the public restroom listed as the world's largest, state-run China Central Television reported Friday.(AP Photo)


and they ran it under the title:


China debuts opulent public restroom

Say what?

(It was the #1 picture on Yahoo on Friday, July 13th, which is how I came up with the title of this post.)

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

What She Said

This article really puts into perspective exactly how I ended up feeling about my job as an investigator with Lucent Technologies Corporate Computer and Network Security by the time I finally got myself out of there in April of 2001.

Although it was one of the most interesting jobs I've ever done, I initially got into that line of work because I wanted to help people. Among other things, I wanted to protect women from sexual harassment in the workplace and help them feel and actually be safer at work.

However, by the time I left the job, not only had I realized I wasn't even helping the company, but I had also become a victim of gender harassment myself many times over. I worked in one of the two organizations which was supposed to SET THE EXAMPLE for the rest of the company (the other being the Equal Employment Opportunity/Affirmative Action, or EEO/AA group); I had a B.A. and an M.S. in criminal justice; and I dealt with severe violations all day, every day; but I couldn't even manage to protect myself from victimization because I worked in a dramatically male-dominated field.

In fact, I had reported my own situation to the EEO/AA group no less than five times -- and WON the investigation every time. The problem, though, remained because, as the only female employee in my group, I was the only one complaining about gender harassment, and so it was rather a simple solution to just ignore me. I actually was told often, "Nobody else has a problem," and after I heard it enough times, it did start to sound an awful lot like, "You are crazy." Even the EEO/AA investigator (who was a male, by the way, and a very decent one, too) couldn't help much with that, since he couldn't be in my shoes all the time. I had to deal with reality, and I had to deal with it alone. It was as natural to my male bosses and coworkers to treat me as a second class citizen as it was for them to urinate while standing. It would never have occurred to them to analyze their own actions, and even when someone pointed out to them exactly how they were treating me differently from everyone else, they still had difficulty seeing it for themselves. More importantly, they refused to change their behavior. Or maybe more accurately, they didn't think they SHOULD change their behavior because I was ONLY a woman and therefore not worth showing that much respect.

Earlier on the day I decided to resign, it had become clear to me that I needed to go back to the EEO/AA group again because the harassment was still continuing. But something inside me broke that day. I just couldn't do it anymore. It didn't matter. Or maybe I didn't matter. It was a losing battle I had been trying to fight, and the only person I was capable of saving was MYSELF.

There were always going to be more people looking at pornographic websites on company time using company resources because they were ADDICTED (we should have been referring them to therapists and doctors, rather than terminating their employment); job security wasn't a problem. But if eliminating pornography from the workplace was our measure of how we were making sure to treat women better and to provide a safe workplace for them, then the fact that we did NOT have to worry about job security meant we were clearly failing. And I knew from my own experience as a victim that using pornography or the lack thereof as a measure of my safety as a woman in that workplace was grossly in error. I also knew that working within the system to try to change it and make it better had been unsuccessful. I finally gave myself the freedom to move on, or maybe I just gave up. Either way, I ended up here -- somewhere else, somewhere a little bit less painful to my psyche most days.

So that's the experience I bring with me to this conversation, and I think Susie Bright has a terrific idea -- one that certainly has yet to be tried:

Here's a tip: Wanna stop the cycle of "safety panics" at your workplace? Give each person who works some privacy and dignity.

Then look at the pay scales of everyone in the company, and give all the secretaries, assistants, and janitorial staff a gigantic raise. Watch how suddenly, all the "unsafe" feelings disappear as if by magic!


I'd like to find out what would happen if her idea were put into practice, but I doubt it will ever happen. Sadly, I think the biggest reason it won't ever happen is because a woman suggested it.

But in case some male corporate type is reading this, I DARE YOU to give her idea a try. And don't you forget to give her the credit for it, either.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Still A Shyster

Butch thinks I should be satisfied with the $625 he has paid me so far, which he says is for five weeks of work. The following is my response, and it is also posted in several places on CraftGossip.

I have NOT received my full pay. NOT EVEN CLOSE.

(1) I worked for 7.5 FULL WEEKS. I started on 4/7/07, the same day on which I interviewed with you, Butch. It was not even until 5/23/07 -- ALREADY 6.5 WEEKS into the job -- that I made my numerous unsuccessful attempts to get a paycheck from you known to anyone else. At that point, instead of paying me which would have resolved the problem quickly and amicably, you refused to contact me privately either by phone or email and resorted to criticizing me for making things "public" -- when what I did was let the designers involved with the NCCSS as vendors and instructors know about the situation through PRIVATE, BY INVITATION ONLY, YahooGroups I'd previously set up to organize the show. Despite my better judgment, I then continued to work another full week, for a total of 7.5 FULL WEEKS, while still unsuccessfully trying to get my paycheck. LOOK AT A CALENDAR, BUTCH, AND PAY ME WHAT YOU OWE ME, THIEF. WITH 30% INTEREST!!!

(2) You agreed to pay me $10 an hour for ALL hours onsite. I was onsite for a 2+ hour meeting with you and Angie on 4/10/07. Standard operating procedures dictated by both the state of Illinois and the federal government state you must also pay me for the 2.25 hour round-trip commute to that meeting and its mileage, since I was a contract employee and my normal work location was out of my home. Total hours onsite are thus estimated to be 4.5 at $10 an hour. For the mileage, you can put my address and Rockome's address into Maps On Us and double that for round-trip mileage of 113 miles.

(3) You also owe me reimbursement for mailing expenses for items I mailed to you for NCCSS business (not my personal NCCSS issues as a show participant or to take classes) during the 7.5 weeks I worked for you. I estimate a total of $8.

(4) You also owe me reimbursement for business use of my cable Internet and phone for two months, which cost me $109 per month, so you owe me $109.

(5) Because you knew the value of the job I was doing, and because doing this form of payment was something you could write off as a business expense (and was also something which you did not have to pay me all at once, which was beneficial for you), you had also agreed IN WRITING to pay ALL my expenses to attend Celebration of Needlework. The hotel costs alone are over $1000. You were also to pay travel costs, food costs while there, and class attendance and registration fees. Class registration fees were to be paid on 5/18/07. I estimate you owe me a bare minimum of $2500 for this part of your legal contract with me.

(6) I worked 16 hour days straight for 7.5 weeks (and I wasn't spending the majority of my time reading a library book like Tonya did for $10 an hour just because she was onsite during the show -- hi, Tonya!). Because the initial $500 per month we agreed to comes nowhere near close to minimum wage for the hours I needed to work in order to get the job you assigned to me done and also, obviously, did not include overtime, I was forced to file two complaints with the Illinois Department of Labor, and they have accepted both as justified. The first is for non-payment of wages. The second is for minimum wage and overtime violations; this complaint totaled closer to $10,000 due me (which certainly justifies my demand for the Celebration of Needlework compensation you promised me).

These are the numbers the Illinois Department of Labor has, so you might as well get your math straight now. It will look much better for you and the owners of Rockome Gardens if you are at least properly trying to take care of this matter in an amicable fashion when they come to investigate. The Illinois Department of Labor can and very well may fine you extensively in addition to requiring you to pay me what I am owed and/or put you entirely out of business. I think that would be a shame and tried everything I could to avoid this route, but you refused to even pick up the phone and call me -- and I'm the easy one to reach.


Friday, June 29, 2007

Impeach Him!

Can you believe this post from the Mayor of Rockome Gardens, Butch Phillips? (I'm leaving his grammatical and other writing errors intact, by the way, even though it pains me to do so on my own blog, LOL. For clarity's sake, his comments are in putrid lime green.)
Setting here logging on to my email and finding 43 emails in the NCCSS folder, I thought to myself what now. This time I am excited about seeing all the posts, The show has gone extremely well, I would like to thank TONYA and ANGIE who without them this show would not have happened. I would even like to thank Stacy for the start of the process. Yes it was a struggle and yes I stepped on a few toes, but I think it is safe to say that with the excitement for next year I am here to make this statement very plain.
It is SOLELY due to the ethics of Angie Miller (whose family were the PREVIOUS owners of Rockome Gardens), that I received a check signed by Larry Daily (one of the new owners of Rockome Gardens) for less than half the amount owed to me by Rockome Gardens for the work I performed on behalf of the NCCSS.

But Butch is such a sleaze he can't even be bothered to give me any credit when he THANKS people.

Without me, this show would have been dead in the water. The pages and pages of information I put up on the web about it at CraftGossip are the ONLY way stitchers could find detailed information about the show, and everyone -- from Butch, to Angie, to Tonya (hi, Tonya!), to Larry and the other new owners of Rockome Gardens, to the designers who were vending and/or teaching at the show, to all the stitchers who attended -- KNOWS it.

I could have taken all that information off CraftGossip when I didn't get my first paycheck from Rockome Gardens. But I didn't because doing so would have hurt the show's outcome. While I wouldn't have minded hurting Rockome Gardens' income after they couldn't be bothered to pay me, I did NOT want to hurt the designers' businesses any further than they'd already been harmed by Butch's refusal to properly advertise the show in the first place. (Here is where the importance of the fact that I'm a stitcher -- or at least, I was ... my heart is too broken for me to feel much like picking up a needle right now -- cannot be denied. First and foremost, I wanted this show to succeed BECAUSE I AM -- or was -- A STITCHER. That was the main reason I wanted and took the job as Show Director just two months before the show was to start, KNOWING everything was in a huge state of upheaval and I had a huge mountain to climb -- and convince a whole bunch of other people to climb, too.) So instead, I put up a truthful disclaimer about my own experience with Rockome Gardens and the reservations that caused me to have about the show, withdrew my personal endorsement of the show, and kept stitchers as well informed as I could of the goings-on at Rockome Gardens once I was no longer in the loop myself.

The show would have done better if Butch had done HIS JOB and kept his LEGAL CONTRACT with me to advertise my CraftGossip blog so people would have known when they came to Rockome's website where to go for information, but the show did amazingly well this year -- IN SPITE OF BUTCH'S NEGLECT, and BECAUSE OF MY DEDICATION. In fact, Donna Heidler of Simply Old-Fashioned told me it was her best show ANYWHERE, EVER. There were 229 entries entered into the competition, which was about half the number entered in the last show held (the twentieth anniversary show in 2004) -- not bad at all considering the two year hiatus or the fact that I only had two months to get the word out about the show and had my BOSS, of all people, working against me!

The 2008 National Counted Cross Stitch Show will even be better, YES IT WILL RETURN. I plan on recruiting Angie and Tonya and Connie to be a part of the team.
This is hysterical, especially considering the email I received from someone who stated that everyone knows I'm Coni (who was brave enough to write a comment on this post, which was originally posted on CraftGossip, expressing her displeasure with the NCCSS this year). If Butch actually is planning to hire me under a different name because he doesn't know it's me ... Shoot, it would almost be worth not getting paid a SECOND time just to pull that one over on everyone! Pull my finger!
We will have the dates posted in the very near future, This group will remain active and I invite those positive and the negative to share constructive improvements so we can work even harder to make it better together. I would hope that the posts would be on our group here or sent to me or Angie and not posted on pay for hit sites. I do not have any association with any pay for hit site nor do I support these sites.
Well, Butch is certainly correct that he did absolutely NOTHING to support me, not even to honor his LEGAL AGREEMENT with me. However, he did have a BINDING oral and WRITTEN (by email, yes, but still written) CONTRACT with me to honor, and that contract included linking to CraftGossip ASAP after I was hired on April 7th. Butch failed to complete ANY of the things he agreed to do as payment for the work I contracted to do. I completed all the work I agreed to -- and more. No amount of Butch's revisionist history -- or perhaps he's more comfortable calling it a historical re-enactment, which they do so much of at Rockome Gardens now -- will change the fact that he DID HAVE a LEGAL OBLIGATION which required of him not only an an association with but support of my blog on CraftGossip. He can criticize my blog all he wants, but at least I'm trying to make an honest living (I would have succeeded at that if Butch had actually paid me in full for the work I had done), rather than stealing from other people by breach of contract or making promises I don't keep, like Butch.

And here for the edification of all is Maggie Pringlemeir's response to Butch Phillips, which he would not allow through to the Rockome list. (I'll keep Butch's comments in the putrid lime green, and Maggie's will be in royal purple for clarity.)

Note to the list ..

I sent a message on June 15, wishing all of you much success for this show .. but my message was deleted and was never posted. This may well be an exercise in futility, but I'm going to step up and respond to Butch's comments, particularly since he SAID he WANTS the negative ones to be posted here.

Butch ..

I'll never say anything behind your back that I will not say directly to your face .. so .. since you said that you want truth and open honesty .. here it is.

"I would like to thank TONYA and ANGIE who without them this show would not have happened. I would even like to thank Stacy for the start of the process."

What about HEATHER? The woman you contracted with BECAUSE she had a highly visable public website to help promote your show? You may remember her .. she worked a couple of months for you putting in 18 to 20 hour days. Stacy, for her own reasons, had to back away. Heather worked her own health into a frazzle. Can't you find the courtesy in your heart to thank her publicly?

"This group will remain active and I invite those positive and the negative to share constructive improvements so we can work even harder to make it better together. I would hope that the posts would be on our group here or sent to me or Angie and not posted on pay for hit sites. I do not have any association with any pay for hit site nor do I support these sites."

Truly amazing .. since the reason you "hired" Heather was for the exposure of that website. Today I spoke directly with her and asked her point blank .. somewhere, somehow, down the line, you should be generating "some" income from the number of hits your website receives, right? THAT HAS NOT HAPPENED YET. YES, at some point in the future .. that theoretically should happen. It is PAID FOR by the ADVERTISING on the website. It does NOT come out of the person who visit's checkbooks or their pockets in any way. ALL companies advertise .. even Rockome spent HOW MANY thousands of $ on a non-descriptive advert on national programming. Apparently, Butch, you see the value of name recognition and were willing to dip into your pocket and pay for it as a business expense. That is PRECISELY what advertisers do. But they do NOT charge those who SEE the advertising for the privilege. For you to infer otherwise is misleading and an insult to the intelligence of every stitcher involved, period. For someone NOT affiliated .. you certainly wanted Heather to spend hours getting the show information, class descriptions, and other important data up and out there. THAT, she did. She honored the terms of her agreement with you. Step on toes? There are words for what you did .. but I won't use them on this list.

"I plan on recruiting Angie and Tonya and Connie to be a part of the team."

Like many others .. I'm curious WHO Connie is. Yes, it's apparent that I have intense loyalties to my friend Heather. She has NEVER lied to me, never cheated me, never told me anything that turned out to be a half-truth. In the years I've known her, when she says she'll do something .. I could ALWAYS count on her to follow through. I still can. ANY employer with a lick of sense in his head would recognize those qualities and work hard to coax her to come back and be involved with this show, rather than use this forum to take not-so-subtle snipes at her. Even with the harsh feelings and how badly she was treated, Heather still cared enough about this show to come, to speak with Angie several times and to make many suggestions about how to make the next show a better one. She genuinely CARES about not only the BUSINESS of the show, Butch, she cares about the PEOPLE of the show. She cares about the integrity of the judging process and the standards.

Which brings me to one other comment. I've seen the original post from Coni and recognize the name from other lists I'm on and involved with. Some of you seem to think that those coments were written by Heather with a fake name to hide behind. Let me assure you that the woman exists and that SHE wrote the note herself. Many ofher comments were totally valid. The promotion of this show SHOULD have begun as soon as Butch took over .. not 8 weeks beforehand. Heather was set an impossible task working with people that she knew actively disliked her and tried to block her every positive or constructive move .. and yet .. she came in and did an amazing task. When she pulled back and away .. didn't any of you realize that she had TRIED to go through the appropriate private channels, and was ignored, the same as I was? Shame on all of you who said mean things about her. Just remember .. what goes around, comes around and karma can be severe. Heather deserves an apology from many of the people on this list. I hope she receives them. And knowing her, if she does, she'll post a thank you for that.

Truly, I'm GLAD the show went as well as it did. I know that Angie worked her tail off, too. Start making plans and doing the scutwork NOW for the next show. As Coni said .. get the information about the local Guilds and contact them to get the word out. That cannot be done in a whirlwind of a few weeks, it requires time to do that groundwork.

You have a unique opportunity right now. It's very rare for a show that has died to be resurrected. You have a good chance of doing that. If you can, it will not only be good for Rockome, it will be good for the stitchers and the industry. I wish all of you well with your efforts.

Maggie Pringlemeir, D Div, PhD
DrMaggie @ aol.com

I'd post Butch's response back to Maggie, but as that was in private email to her, instead I'll just post MY response to him here:

As I said above, I could have removed everything from CraftGossip when I didn't get my first paycheck from Rockome Gardens. I didn't do that because I did NOT want to hurt the designers' businesses any further than YOU, Butch, had already harmed them by your neglect and refusal to properly advertise the show in the first place. Instead, I put up a truthful disclaimer about my own experience, withdrew my personal endorsement of the show, and kept stitchers as well informed as I could of the goings-on at Rockome Gardens once I was no longer in the loop myself. That's a long way from trying to give the show a black eye or derail it. If the controversy this created helped give me any income at all (as if that were any of YOUR business, Butch), I damned well deserved it, you lying thief -- and it brought more income to you, too, because it brought the curious stitchers who wouldn't have come at all this year to Rockome Gardens just to check out the show for a day. So thank the controversy YOU created; I think that was your intention all along. All I did was SPEAK OUT and make it public -- and in doing so, I at least doubled the income the NCCSS brought to you and to each vendor. Now I expect my cut, and I still expect the rest of what you owed me to begin with IN FULL!

Listen to the Jerk

Too bad he wouldn't help me advertise the National Counted Cross Stitch Show this well.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

As Verbs Change Tense Around Me

A few weeks ago, I met a wonderful, wise, and wickedly witty woman. She was the mother of a new friend of mine. Creel deserves a list of fabulous adjectives, too, but this post is about her mother.

Charl Krauss was an artist who painted with watercolors and sculpted clay. She was a mother and a grandmother. I'm sure she was many more things, too, but I didn't get the chance to find out what, although I knew almost immediately upon meeting her that I wanted the chance to hear about them from her. She was just 67 when she died two weeks later.

During lunch the day I was to meet Charl, Creel and I had been discussing some of my difficulties getting medical treatment, and she told me about having the same kind of problems getting proper treatment for her mother. Her mother was dealing with a number of medical problems, any of which are known to cause extreme pain, and yet every time Charl asked a Carle Clinic doctor for pain medication, she was ignored and left to continue suffering. At least one physician treated her as a drug-seeker -- threatening her that if she didn't stop asking for pain treatment, she'd have to find another doctor. Creel and Charl kept seeing different doctors at Carle Clinic, to which they were limited by their insurance resources (Medicaid/Medicare); they were not financially able to pay a non-Carle doctor.

As I've had the same experience with Carle Clinic doctors, I agreed with Creel that this was elder abuse, and encouraged her to take her mother to my primary care doctor (who I'm sure accepts Medicaid/Medicare and who also would have worked with them financially) to get proper care and pain treatment for her mother. She never got the chance.

After lunch, I followed Creel over to her house to try helping her with some problems she was having with her computer, and that's when I met Charl. I was struck almost immediately by two things. First, Charl reminded me of someone I couldn't quite identify. Second, the house was jarringly cold -- keeping the air conditioning turned up high was most comfortable for Charl. Even so, I recognized just as clearly as if I were looking in a mirror from Charl's wizened appearance and the way she held herself that she was in constant pain.

Charl didn't move from her chair during the entire time of my visit, although she adjusted her position within it often. I recognized that, too -- and the focused, almost trance-like expression which remained on her face no matter what we were discussing. These are the things people who are in excruciating pain learn to do, subconsciously, in order to manage pain which is not being properly medicated. Charl was better at it than I am -- much better. Not once did she lose her train of thought, as I do so often when the pain becomes overwhelming, and have to ask anyone to repeat herself -- at least, not while I was visiting.

Charl's mind was very much alive and as eager for knowledge and conversation as any intelligent person I have ever met. I wish I remembered the afternoon in exquisite detail, but instead what I remember are mostly impressions -- laughing out loud with Creel and Charl, giving and receiving validation over our common experiences, believing each other about the experiences we did not share, and feeling not nearly so alone as I usually do.

I also remember the room being absolutely full of color. There were paintings on every wall, done by Charl and her late husband. Multicultural influences dotted the room -- I remember lots of orange, red, and purple. Lots of warmth, both in color and in the feelings generated by the people within the room, such that the cold from the air conditioning was soon undetectable.

When Creel left the house for a short time to pick up one of her children from school, Charl engaged me in conversation about my own medical issues, which Creel had shared with her. Charl asked many questions about what had happened to me and who I had seen already, and generously offered advice on where to go next. At one point, Charl stopped and actually apologized for asking me, "so many personal questions." I could only laugh and tell her I truly didn't mind, as, after all, I had "put it all out there" on my blog in the first place, and I thanked her because her response -- both the validation and the attempt to assist -- was exactly what I had been seeking. I also thanked her because it is so rare that anyone bothers to do those things -- listen to another, believe her, and try to help.

There were so many things I wanted to ask Charl about her life -- about the interesting pieces of information her daughter Creel had shared with me. But I held back, realizing that would be rude because neither Charl nor Creel had already "put it all out there" on a blog or elsewhere, and assuming of course that there would be another time.

In the meantime, I enjoyed what Charl did choose to share with me immensely. Her response when her 4-month-old grandson managed to poop all over her lap while she was holding him was hysterical, and somehow spoke volumes about much older males who had not treated Charl with the respect she deserved.

On my way out, my eyes fell on a detail among all the colors in the room. It was an elephant, and suddenly I noticed there were elephants everywhere ... and so I admired Charl's elephant collection aloud, and mentioned my own elephant collection at home.

Later that evening after I returned home, I finally figured out who Charl reminded me of ... me. It was not that Charl represented who I'd like to be someday -- although I certainly admired her and would be honored to be like her. It was that I sensed in her, as there is in me, a desperate resignation which comes from having been ignored too long, particularly by doctors. Charl, like me, was a woman struggling valiantly to communicate with and obtain help from a very uncooperative medical system while enduring incredible, untreated pain. Like me, she had thus become fiercely angry and with very, very good reason. In Charl's case at least, that sense of desperate resignation was an emptying hourglass almost out of sand.

Friday afternoon, June 8th, I spoke briefly on the phone with Creel, whom I hadn't heard from for a while. She told me her mother had suddenly passed away. I was shocked and deeply saddened to learn this vital, vibrant, and valuable woman I had met just weeks ago had vanished from this plane of existence.

I was also saddened, but NOT at all shocked, to learn the cause of her untimely -- and certainly excruciatingly painful -- death. The cancer had been missed by numerous physicians over numerous visits at both Carle Foundation Hospital's Emergency Room and Carle Clinic. All these doctors missed diagnosing Charl's cancer SOLELY BECAUSE THEY REFUSED TO LISTEN TO, BELIEVE, AND APPROPRIATELY TREAT THEIR PATIENT. THEY WERE CALLOUS, ABUSIVE, AND NEGLIGENT. THEIR ACTIONS WERE NO LESS THAN MALPRACTICE AND, IN MY OPINION, MURDER. AND THE SCARIEST THING IS, CARLE'S DOCTORS DO THE SAME THING EVERY DAY, ALL DAY, WITH ALMOST EVERY PATIENT. BASED ON MY OWN EXPERIENCE, CHARL'S TREATMENT WAS THE APPALLING NORM, RATHER THAN A REGRETTABLE EXCEPTION.

I don't care what kind of cancer Charl had, how fast acting it was, how difficult to diagnose, or about any other "mitigating factors." A gentle, generous human being -- a woman who was HURTING -- was not given the respect and dignity of being believed and appropriately treated when she repeatedly told doctors she was in pain. That woman is now dead after suffering a death confirmed after the fact to have been an excruciatingly painful one. The doctors who had the power to make her life a whole lot better, and maybe little bit longer, are all walking around as if nothing has happened, and that makes me terribly angry.

Most people are terrified of getting cancer. Imagine having end stage cancer and being unable to get even a Tylenol #3. That's what happened to Charl Krauss.

It's unconscionable.

At Carle Clinic, it's standard operating procedure.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

About the Internet and Copyright Law (originally posted on CraftGossip 6/5/07)

Commenting on this post, a reader wrote:
Just because you wrote some thing doesn’t mean it’s copyrighted. You have to file for a copyright through the Library of Congress and have a copyright number for there to be any copyright infringement.

I hope your legal team tells you that.
This reader is wrong, of course. If she were a lawyer or had asked her own legal team, they would have told her so in order that she not come across as misinformed.

As I explained:

You are incorrect. According to the US Copyright Office, copyright exists from the moment the work is created. Registration is recommended, but not required. Additionally, expect to see the recommendation for registration to change due to the Internet. The world is a different place now, and the laws must change right along with it. But the definition of what is theft will NOT change.

Copyright law has been the way it is now for some time.

Back when I finally finished writing my master's thesis in 1998, I did not have to file for a Certificate of Registration in order for my thesis to be copyrighted. In fact, all the time I had been writing my thesis (I started writing in ... 1992), even before it was finished, even before it was published, even before it was read by any of my professors, even before it was read by any other individual at all, it was copyrighted. That's because copyright covers unpublished works as well as published ones.

If I keep a diary intended for no one's eyes but mine, it is copyrighted, and I own the copyright.

I DID file for that Certificate of Registration on my master's thesis, though, just because I wanted the nice piece of paper from the Library of Congress. I'll admit I was more easily convinced to part with the registration fee because, should I ever need to go to court if someone steals my original work and claims it as their own, I wanted that piece of paper as proof. That will make the court case EASIER, but it wasn't REQUIRED. The copyright always existed, it always belonged to ME, and anyone who might try to pass off my work as their own is STEALING.

By the way, it sure is a good thing copyright exists from the time the work is created. Here is a story about red tape. I mailed my application and the required fees in April of 1998. I finally received my Certificate of Registration from the Library of Congress in March of 2000 -- and the Effective Date of Registration is stamped January 14, 1999. So the Library of Congress wasn't all that behind in processing the Certificate of Registration, but they were well over a year behind in mailing their outgoing mail.

Can you imagine the implications to the needlework industry if copyright weren't actually in effect the whole time? My, my, that could present quite a conundrum, couldn't it? Imagine all the unhappy needlework designers unable to release their new designs until they finally received their Certificates of Registration ... Think of all the shops who would have no new designs coming in to offer their customers ... All of us stitchers would have nothing new to tickle our fancies. Good grief, we might all have to stop with the retail therapy! We might actually be stuck with just stitching!! Or, gulp, even stuck doing something else, like reading, or sleeping, or WORKING!!! It gives me nightmares just thinking about it. Thank goodness for copyright. Whew!

So, yes, everything I write is copyrighted from the second I write it. Period. It's the law. Buckle up, be grateful, and keep your hands inside the car at all times. Thank you, and enjoy the ride!

Ethics and the Needlework Industry (originally posted on CraftGossip 6/5/07)

Linn Skinner has an interesting post on her blog about what needlework designers get paid for teaching. Be forewarned, though, if you're a needlework instructor but Linn doesn't think you're in her rank (and I agree: few are), you may well be offended.

Anyway, the reason I mention her post is because I find it very strange: Her description of how a needlework instructor's fees are handled for a consumer show, of which the National Counted Cross Stitch Show is an example, is not at all in agreement with what she said just a few short weeks ago in writing to Butch Phillips and me when I was the Show Director for the NCCSS.

In fact, her post seems purposely directed as a personal attack on Maggie Pringlemeir in response to Maggie's comments about how poorly her own contract negotations with Rockome Gardens were handled by Butch Phillips.

As an aside, Maggie's contract with Rockome was not necessarily going to be the same as Linn's, nor was that any of Linn's business. Individual interests are the point of contract negotiation. Maggie had needs she stated upfront which had to be met before she could or would sign a contract with Rockome, and as Butch Phillips never bothered to contact her, a contract was never signed. The verbal promises Butch directed me to make on his behalf to Maggie will never be tested because Maggie chose to listen to and trust me, instead of trying to "shoot the messenger" as so many others have. Maggie recognized that since Butch had already renegged on every promise he'd made to me, he couldn't be trusted to keep any of those he'd made to her, and ESPECIALLY since he hadn't even bothered to make them directly to her HIMSELF but had instead used me as his surrogate.

Back to Linn ... What she said then was this:
Rockome gets instructors at a discount rate.

I will be teaching in Kansas City the weekend after Rockome and my usual fees prevail there. I am compensated for air travel, shuttles to and from all airports, lodging and meals, kit costs and $100.00 per student for a 6 hour session. I do not pay for use of a facility and I require a minimum of 12 students for a booking.

At Rockome I will be teaching 7 hours per day on two days, provide a kit at my expense ($35.00 wholesale cost), pay for my own travel, lodging and meal expenses and will be paid $75.00 leaving me a very small profit. I have agreed to teach the class with no minimum as to attendees.

I accept this as a marketing expense and hope to make up the difference with sales in my booth.

So, which is it? Is the NCCSS getting needlework instructors at a discount or not? Why has Linn's explanation of how these fees are handled at a consumer show changed so dramatically in such a short period of time? Is Linn grinding an axe of her own, or are there other people at work on other issues behind the scenes at the NCCSS? Or both?

There is a far bigger discussion these questions should lead us to ... a discussion about why so many people say needlework, and cross stitch in particular, is "not doing well" right now. I have plenty of my own thoughts on that larger discussion, as I expect you do also. I would love to hear your thoughts ... and I'm even going to give you a chance to post them before I post my own. :) Let's get some discussion going here.

I think these types of questions and their answers are very relevant to the needlework industry -- and very important to its future. There are people watching how all of this plays out who are just as disappointed and heartbroken as I am at the lack of honesty and ethics in this industry. We have known about it for a long time, and we have chosen to overlook it, but that choice is no longer possible. Today more than ever before, people want to spend their money with people and organizations whose overall ethics (and agenda) they agree with, believe in, and support. And there are certainly enough choices today and enough opportunities, especially with the Internet, that customers can not only find an agreeable choice, but also do the necessary research to determine which of the available choices is the option that best matches their own requirements.

The world has been changing around the needlework industry for a long time now, and in my opinion, it's long past time that the needlework industry get with the program, clean up its act, and stop treating its customers like we're stupid -- because we most definitely are NOT stupid.