tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48959116236985216422024-03-20T03:10:06.162-04:00Random Rambling of My MindUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-49029842133313858712010-04-27T12:16:00.000-04:002010-04-27T12:16:34.579-04:00Easter Projects<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Ok, I decided to back track and post my Easter projects.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Last October I started making pillowcases to send my four adorable grandchildren each month along with a fun card. The first few months were easy: October- Halloween, November- Thanksgiving, December-Christmas. I dropped the ball in January. February-Valentine's Day, March-Saint Patrick's Day, April- Easter. Then came May. <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;">hhhmmm</span> There's Mother's day, but that doesn't lend itself to a fun kids card and pillowcase. So I went in search of a theme. We don't have a fabric shop in out little town and nothing "inspired" me at <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;">Walmart</span> so that meant a road trip to a larger town nearby to a REAL fabric store. As I wandered the isles in a fabric induced daze, tossing bolts of fabric into my cart with reckless abandon, I saw "IT" The perfect fabric for my May projects. Cute enough for the boys but not "<span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;">gir</span><span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;">ly</span>". I have three grandsons and one granddaughter so there is a fine line to be walked between boyish and <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">girly</span>. This fabric fit all the requirements, at least to a desperate grandma. The fabric has cute little aliens, spaceships and rockets on a light blue background. I knew there was the perfect Martian on the Everyday Paper Doll <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;">Cricut</span> cartridge that would coordinate with the fabric and make a fun card. So TA DA "May is Martian Month" was created. I think I will lobby to have it declared a national holiday. You know to further intergalactic relations.<br />
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Anyone interested in seeing pictures of my creations? It doesn't matter, I'm going to show you anyway. If I get enough comments I may even post directions.<br />
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See, isn't that fabric <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;">soooo</span> cute.<br />
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I love the dark blue border.<br />
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Blast off!! See my cute little Martian in the window.<br />
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Inside of card with <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;">clos</span>e up of the Martian.<br />
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<span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;">Ok</span>, let's see if I get any requests for directions.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-63544751601097542222009-12-12T17:42:00.000-05:002009-12-12T17:42:40.209-05:00FUNNY FUNNY MOTHERFUNNY, FUNNY MOTHER<br />
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See mother. See mother laugh. Mother is happy.<br />
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Mother is happy about Christmas.<br />
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Mother has many plans. Mother has many plans for Christmas.<br />
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Mother is organized. Mother smiles all the time.<br />
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Funny, funny, mother.<br />
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See mother. See mother smile. Mother is happy.<br />
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The shopping is all done.<br />
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See the children watch TV. Watch children, watch.<br />
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See the children change their minds. See them ask Santa for different toys.<br />
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Look, look. Mother is not smiling.<br />
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Funny, funny, mother.<br />
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See mother. See mother sew.<br />
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Mother will make dresses. Mother will make robes.<br />
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Mother will make skirts.<br />
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Sew, mother, sew.<br />
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Look. See mother put the zipper in wrong.<br />
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See mother sew the dress on the wrong side.<br />
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See mother cut the skirt too short.<br />
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See mother put the material away until January.<br />
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Look, look. See mother take a tranquilizer.<br />
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Funny, funny, mother.<br />
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See mother. See mother buy raisins and nuts.<br />
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See mother buy candied pineapple and powdered sugar.<br />
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See mother buy flour and chocolate chips and pecans and brown sugar.<br />
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Look, look. Mother is mixing everything together.<br />
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See the children press out cookies. See the flour on their elbows.<br />
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See the children frost and decorate the cookies.<br />
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See the children make a horrible mess.<br />
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See the children pull taffy.<br />
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See mother pull her hair.<br />
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See mother clean the kitchen with the garden hose.<br />
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Funny, funny, mother.<br />
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See father smile. Father is happy. Smile, father, smile.<br />
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See mother. See mother wrap presents.<br />
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See mother look for the end of the scotch tape roll.<br />
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See mother wrap and wrap and wrap!<br />
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See mother bite her fingernails.<br />
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See mother go.<br />
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See mother go to the store twelve times in one hour.<br />
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Go mother, go.<br />
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See mother go faster. Run, mother run.<br />
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See mother trim the tree.<br />
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See mother have a party.<br />
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See mother make caramel popcorn.<br />
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See mother scrub the rug.<br />
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See mother forget the gift for Uncle Harold.<br />
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See mother tear up the organized plan.<br />
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See mother get the hives.<br />
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So, mother, go.<br />
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See the faraway look in mother's eyes.<br />
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Mother is disorganized. Mother is disoriented.<br />
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Funny, funny, mother.<br />
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It is finally Christmas morning.<br />
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See the happy family.<br />
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Father loves fruit cake. Father loves Christmas pudding.<br />
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See the children's toys. Santa was very good to the children.<br />
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The children will remember this Christmas.<br />
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See mother. Mother is slumped in a chair.<br />
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Mother has ugly dark circles under her bloodshot eyes.<br />
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Everyone helps mother to bed.<br />
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Mother sleeps quietly under heavy sedation.<br />
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See mother smile.<br />
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Funny, funny, mother!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-19218977397436260312009-10-20T17:23:00.000-04:002009-10-20T17:23:48.303-04:00Essentially CreativeI have come to the astounding conclusion that I "MUST do something creative every single day.<br />
Housework, while a necessary evil, is in no way creative.<br />
In order to feed my soul, nourish my mind and preserve my sanity I need to be creative in even some small way EVERY day.<br />
It doesn't matter if it is sewing, crochet, quilting or making cards and scrapbooks. <br />
It doesn't have to consume the entire day or even most of it. <br />
It can just be a few stolen minutes to do something, "anything" that feels creative. <br />
If I take those few moments I am better able to face this crazy life and its challenges.<br />
So my advice to every one is to find that creative outlet that feeds your soul and never let life's mundane problems rob you of its life sustaining nourishment.<br />
Everyone has the spark of creativity within them.<br />
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Yes, sometimes I can be serious.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-68220396805423229112009-10-09T15:40:00.002-04:002009-10-09T15:43:17.129-04:00OREO TRUFFLESThis is for my facebook friends<br />
Bryan says these are "scrumdelicious". (scrumptious + delicious)<br />
All I know is they are very rich and soooo good. <br />
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Oreo Truffles<br />
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1 pkg. (1 lb. 2 oz) Oreo cookies, finely crushed<br />
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1 pkg. (8 oz.) Philadelphia Cream Cheese, softened<br />
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2 pkg. (8 squares each) Baker's Semi-Sweet Chocolate, Melted<br />
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Mix 3 cups of the cookie crumbs and the cream cheese until well blended. <br />
Shape into about 42 - 1 inch balls.<br />
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Dip balls in melted chocolate; place on wax paper-covered baking sheet.<br />
Sprinkle with remaining cookie crumbs.<br />
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Refrigerate 1 hour or until firm<br />
Store in tightly covered container in refrigerator.<br />
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ENJOY!!!<br />
Just don't eat too many.<br />
YUM!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-34392201981182814472009-09-25T16:44:00.002-04:002009-09-25T16:58:53.397-04:00Making ListsI like to make lists. <br />
It makes me feel in control when in reality I know that I'm not.<br />
I even make lists of my lists as you can tell from my last post.<br />
I have made progress in my list making though.<br />
I now have the following lists on my computer instead of in a small notebook or on random post it notes which usually gets lost.<br />
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My lists for Christmas organization are:<br />
1. Christmas cards<br />
2. Christmas goodies to make<br />
3. Christmas gifts to make<br />
4. Christmas project ideas<br />
5. Christmas gifts to buy<br />
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So, you see, I am getting organized and ready for Christmas.<br />
I have listed people to send card to, but not their addresses.<br />
I have listed goodies to make, <br />
but of course it is a bit early to start cooking.<br />
I have listed a few projects and gifts that I want to make and <br />
even bought some of the required materials.<br />
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Now for the amazing part. <br />
I have actually finished two gifts. <br />
Yes you heard me right, two gifts are completely finished. <br />
Not only that but, another is in progress. <br />
I know that is hard to believe, but it is true. <br />
Now all of this craftiness is completely top secret <br />
so I can't provide further details, <br />
but all will be revealed in just 93 days.<br />
Yep, that is how long until Christmas. <br />
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I will continue to give updates on how little time we have to prepare so that you can become more stressed as time gets shorter. <br />
I however will remain calm, because after all, I have my lists.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-9577040061622543212009-09-16T12:50:00.000-04:002009-09-16T12:50:24.404-04:00100 Days Until ChristmasI belong to a group called "100 Days Til Christmas. They promise that if I follow their guidelines and use the planning list that I will have an organized and stress free holiday season. Now I certainly believe in miracles but I think maybe that is too much to ask. Everyone knows that me and organization mix about as well as oil and water. I mean if you look up the definition of organized you will not see a picture of me. I have my system and it works for me, most of the time. I know which pile of papers are the bills and which pile is the recipes I want to try someday. I usually know which room a certain article resides in unless I have been cleaning and then all bets are off. I have been working on this lately, but it is still a work in progress and progress is slooooow.<br />
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Back to that 100 days till Christmas thing. I will not panic yet. I will be more organized. After all having a goal is good, right? I'll start with making lists. I am VERY good at making lists, just not so good at actually accomplishing the things on my lists. But I have to start somewhere. <br />
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These will be my lists;<br />
1. Christmas Cards<br />
2. Goodies to Make<br />
3. Gifts to Buy<br />
4. Gifts to Make<br />
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Yeah, that looks like a good plan. (Pat myself on the back)<br />
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Ok it is probably to early to do anything about the first two and I don't have the faintest idea what to buy anyone so I guess I'll work on number four. Oh, but first I need to make a "list" of the projects I want to create. Hey, this means another list. I think I'm going to be good at this organization stuff after all. I just have to keep making lists.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-66907876518380514102009-09-02T15:06:00.032-04:002009-09-02T17:33:45.485-04:00AUTUMNAutumn sounds so much more classy than FALL. <br />No matter what you call it I love the season between <br />Summer and Winter. <br />I LOVE FALL !!! <br />It is, in my opinion, the perfect time of year. <br /><br />So today by popular request I am:<br />1. Continuing my "Things I am Thankful For" series and <br />2. Rambling about Fall. <br /><br />And yes I know I don't have to capitalize Fall every time I write it but in case you didn't get it the first time "I LOVE FALL".<br />There is nothing I don't like about Fall.<br />(I will spell it with a capital every time because I want to and just so you don't forget what I'm talking about)<br /><br />I love that the excessively hot and humid days of summer are coming to and end for another year. Those days when as soon as you step out of the shower you are soaked in "perspiration" again. Summer days so humid that is is like trying to breath underwater. <br />That must be what fish feel like when we pull them out of the water and they try to breath air. <br />Summer is NOT my favorite season.<br /><br />Fall is the season before it get so cold that my fingers turn blue. I know we live in the south and it doesn't get cold by some people's standard, but heck we ARE southerners and not used to cold weather.<br /><br />OK, enough negativity, on to why I LOVE Fall.<br /><br />I like cool crisp mornings with a hint of colder weather to come.<br />I like seeing the first frost on my lawn.<br />I like the smell of leaves burning.<br />I love the colors of the leaves; golds, yellows, oranges, browns.<br />I like to see people raking leaves into piles and <br />children jumping into those piles.<br />I like to drive down the tree lined streets and <br />have the wind blow down the leaves in little "leaf showers"<br />I like to see the big yellow school buses roll down our street.<br />I like to see moms buying school supplies and kids excited about returning to school, seeing old friends, meeting new ones and <br />finding out who their teacher will be.<br />I like to throw on my favorite sweatshirt when I go out to get the mail.<br />I like curling up with a good book, a cup of hot chocolate, an afghan and feeling all warm and snug in my home.<br /><br />I love football season. I've never been a big sports fan, but football is not just a sport. Football is huddling in the stands on a crisp Saturday afternoon. It is cheerleaders and pom poms. It is homecoming and bowl games. It is legendary school rivalries. It is mascots and coaches. It is yelling until your throat is sore. It is tailgating and victory parties.<br /><br />Fall makes me want to ... wait for it ... it makes me want to "COOK". <br />I am not the best cook in the world, but I make a great veggie soup. <br />Which is the only way I will eat vegetables. <br />Fall makes me want to cook big pots of soup or chili. <br />I want to make chocolate chip cookies and peanut butter cookies. <br />(Again that is the only way I will eat peanut butter) <br />I love the smell of cinnamon and pumpkin <br />(which I refuse to eat no matter what you do to it)<br />Fall is time for cups of hot chocolate and <br />oooey, gooey, yummy, s'mores.<br /><br />Fall is Wayne County Fair time. <br />I will NOT ride any rides, but I love the fair. <br />The sound, the smells (most of them anyway), the lights, <br />the exhibits and even the crowds. <br />I love bumping into people you haven't seen for a while. <br />I love seeing the food booths that are run by church groups and <br />volunteer fire departments. <br />I like to look at the art from the local schools and the crafts and <br />the home canning displays.<br />I have to eat cotton candy, boiled peanuts, <br />and a hamburger or a hot dog. <br />But most of all I HAVE to have a funnel cake <br />covered with powdered sugar. <br />Hot fried dough covered in sweet sticky sugar. <br />What could finish off an evening at the fair any better.<br /><br />I love Halloween not just because my favorite goblin was <br />born on that day. Which is, of course, my number one reason.<br />Halloween is just fun! <br />No gifts to buy, no big meal to prepare no STRESS. <br />Just fun decorations, silly costumes and CANDY. <br />Preferably of the chocolate variety. <br />Halloween is little spooks standing on the front porch holding out their bags and being to afraid to say "Trick or Treat". It is having at least one "ring and dash" from that teenager who is too old to go trick or treating, but just wants to join the fun. <br />I have to watch "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown", <br />but positively NO scary movies or hurtful tricks. <br />Just FUN.<br /><br />Fall is for carving pumpkins and toasting the pumpkin seeds. Why I toast the seeds I don't know. It is another one of those things I make but don't like. But is seems like the right thing to do after you rip the guts out of a perfectly good pumpkin. Kind of paying respect to "The Great Pumpkin"<br /><br />Then comes Thanksgiving which is a bit more stress, <br />but a good kind of stress. <br />I Love planning and cooking our "Family Feast". <br />I cook too much and can you believe it, I eat too much. <br />We watch the Macy's parade and some football. <br />Then it is time to get the sale papers and plan our attack strategy for an early morning of black Friday bargain shopping.<br /><br />Fall just never seems to last long enough for me. <br />It feels like the shortest season of the year. <br />It is gone much too soon and then we are into the hustle and bustle that the Christmas season has become.<br /><br />I want the world to slow down and enjoy Fall for the perfect season that it is. The season to just enjoy the feeling that is kind of like that peaceful, cozy feeling you get just before you fall asleep at night. <br />Maybe that is what Fall is to me; that half asleep, half awake feeling after one busy day and before another.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-24773676212346827822009-08-29T11:47:00.002-04:002009-08-29T11:53:09.206-04:00Keeping In TouchI had a great chat with my brother, Randy last night.<br />Randy and his family live in Hawaii so we don't get to visit in person.<br />I am so glad that we can "bump" into each other on line every few weeks and have a chat.<br />It makes me miss him and feel closer to him at the same time.<br />Randy, I loved looking at the pictures on your blog. <br />Hope you find time to read mine and leave a comment or two.<br />That goes for everyone else also. <br />Let me know what you think of my rambling.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-72982670257339244462009-08-14T15:31:00.020-04:002009-08-14T18:00:37.907-04:00Clutter, Clutter EverywhereClutter clutter everywhere and not an end do I see.<br />Shhhhh. <br />Don't tell anyone. <br />I'm decluttering my house and therefore my life.<br />As hard as it is to believe, I save "stuff".<br />There I said it, I'm a PackRat.<br />Hello, My name is Sherrie and I am a "collector".<br /><br />Now don't get me wrong I haven't stepped over the edge into "hoarder" but I'm close. I do NOT need an intervention though. <br />They say the first step is admitting you have a problem. <br />Well I admit it and I'm in the process of doing something about it. <br />The problem is compounded by the fact that I married another of the PackRat species, but he will never admit it. <br />What do you get when two of a kind marry and have lived in the same house for 30 years? You get an unimaginable amount of "things". <br />I also love gadgets that I usually use once and then just pack away. <br />Plus the fact that I am a sentimental sap who saves anything that has even the least amount of tug on my heartstrings. <br />Oh and I have more craft supplies than an army for crafters could possibly use in three lifetimes, but that is a story for another post.<br /><br />Well, you probably get the picture. We are working on it though. <br />Yes, I have managed to convince my fellow PackRat that if we don't want to become the lead story on the six o'clock news, "Couple found beneath mountain of clutter", that he has to own some responsibility for the situation and thus must help with the solution.<br /><br />So, to make a long story even longer, <br />see I'm even excessive in my writing. <br />Maybe there is no hope for me. <br /><br />Anywaaaay,<br />We are on a quest to reclaim our home that I so lovingly wrote of in my previous post.<br /><br />Here is the big plan. <br />Ever so slowly we will sort and purge. <br />This takes a tremendous amount of self control <br />of which I have very little. <br />Now before you say, <br />"Yeah right, I've heard her claims of cleaning out before." <br />let me tell you that it is not just a plan of action, <br />but that it has begun. <br />And I don't mean just the usual shifting of boxes from <br />one room to the other. <br />We have made actual "progress".<br /><br />Our bedroom and the closet have been "decluttered" and three bags of clothes were taken to Good Will or the dump depending of the decade of said clothes.<br /><br />The living room closet, formerly know as the game closet, is now a coat closet.<br /><br />The next adventure was the laundry room, which is actually a closet, but in which you had to move things off the washer in order to do a load of laundry. <br />I am proud to announce that that is no longer necessary.<br /><br />Our most recent project was the kitchen, which is still a work in progress.<br />It is looking much better though if I do say so myself.<br /><br />All of this has included numerous trips to the dump with garbage bags full of what I now see as useless clutter.<br /><br />Oh, I almost forgot. <br />Bryan, under much protest, cleaned out his rolltop desk.<br /> He even threw away ancient receipts etc. <br />I am so proud of him.<br /><br />Next on the agenda is the computer room/office/guest room.<br />Then it is on to the craft room/guest room.<br />hhhmmm Our house is so small that every room has a dual purpose.<br />Multitasking to the extreme!<br /><br />The big finale will be "THE DUNGEON". <br />This is actually our garage which was many years ago converted to a game room and in which, under a monstrous amount of who knows what,is actually a pool table. <br />We will probably have to demolish that to get it out of the house. <br />I kind of like the thought of taking a sledge hammer to something. <br />When this herculean task is finished it will become a playroom for grandchildren/guest room. <br />See, dual purpose again.<br /><br />So, I am very proud of our progress so far <br />(She said, trying not to break her arm while patting herself on the back.)<br /><br />My goal is to have the mission accomplished by the holidays.<br />Wish me luck.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-16637323067919788672009-08-01T11:26:00.004-04:002009-08-01T13:15:10.280-04:00HomeThursday, in an effort to be a more positive person, I decided to choose one thing each day that I'm thankful for and focus on appreciating that. <br />Since so many people are losing their houses, I decided I would focus on my Home. Notice that I said my "HOME" not my house. <br />A "house" is just somewhere to live. <br />A "HOME" is where you spend your "life". <br />My home is tiny, old, and in need of much repair. When we moved here 30 years ago it was only going to be temporary until we could build a bigger house. Well life got in the way as it usually does. Now I wouldn't trade my home for anything bigger, fancier or in a "better" neighborhood. This is where I belong. This is "HOME". We have raised our family here. There have good times and difficult times; happy times and sad times. There have been slumber parties, birthday parties, cook-outs, Thanksgiving feasts and Christmas mornings. I marked my children's growth on the kitchen wallpaper (which was saved when the awful 70s paper came down). There has been play dough smushed into the carpet, crayon masterpieces on the wall and later the occasional hole punched through the wall. There have been teenagers playing pool and loud music. There was the Mulberry tree in the back yard for climbing and a tire swing. The backyard was the place for football, volleyball, badminton, and bike ramps. The basketball hoop still hangs on the front of the garage. We have drawn on the driveway with sidewalk chalk and played in the sprinkler. We have built the occasional snowman and with stood hurricanes. We have rescued baby animal of all types. We have had dogs, cats, bird, hamsters, gerbils, guinea pigs, turtles, frogs lizards, geckos and rabbits as our many pets. From our home we have sent our children off to college, on missions and then off to make homes of their own when they got married. Our babies and now grand babies have been rocked to sleep, fed, and loved here. They have brought total chaos and much happiness. My home is much like the stuffed rabbit in the story "The Velveteen Rabbit". It is quite simply loved. What more can I say "This Is HOME"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-59084521257225012132009-02-14T11:02:00.010-05:002009-02-14T11:18:59.935-05:00More Project PhotosI'm still having fun with my Cricut.<br />Thought I would share a few more photos of my projects.<br />Pictures are: etched glass vase, turtle stamped with stamp I made, fabric flowers on t-shirt and misc.cut outs.You can click on the photo to enlarge and see details better.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtbYKqnIUjO7YAsUpACNx3C8G8fTdML4S_9j1M9ykzX_70yt8NcCgwhrf6eh1KQPz-mRNeURRmGYVw5fsEMAO8DWFXJzGG09SoEghm-CBVxVcGj3B685j3XL2SH0uu3Jthlcui63FdBM/s1600-h/IMG_1823.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtbYKqnIUjO7YAsUpACNx3C8G8fTdML4S_9j1M9ykzX_70yt8NcCgwhrf6eh1KQPz-mRNeURRmGYVw5fsEMAO8DWFXJzGG09SoEghm-CBVxVcGj3B685j3XL2SH0uu3Jthlcui63FdBM/s320/IMG_1823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302685974869971890" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1YbiH5UntDkfOzC_zRuruNs9nqE-UInoH3IuNSMNA3OVPqmT9DFBNdT_LV9Svioa3oWMopWRWlliU5RS4xpN8UWoI2yLM1VW3hKkl7iktSvo-yLR1o1sgn8VLIjaqpjZ0DH09Hc2Km8/s1600-h/IMG_1818.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1YbiH5UntDkfOzC_zRuruNs9nqE-UInoH3IuNSMNA3OVPqmT9DFBNdT_LV9Svioa3oWMopWRWlliU5RS4xpN8UWoI2yLM1VW3hKkl7iktSvo-yLR1o1sgn8VLIjaqpjZ0DH09Hc2Km8/s320/IMG_1818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302685969778777538" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnB_VUA6vzjmpc6GNLNHljbLl_Y7LDpWEmRwZDp8gt_jU7u0A499ZpqEYAJ_Mgm_pdyNBNr_JZFC84Ou5KaNggfz9mElqnWiY40GG1aI5mbOYgsdHHe3fGamG2FA5a-4M-WYmd3T5eJgc/s1600-h/IMG_1816.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnB_VUA6vzjmpc6GNLNHljbLl_Y7LDpWEmRwZDp8gt_jU7u0A499ZpqEYAJ_Mgm_pdyNBNr_JZFC84Ou5KaNggfz9mElqnWiY40GG1aI5mbOYgsdHHe3fGamG2FA5a-4M-WYmd3T5eJgc/s320/IMG_1816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302685960530496066" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1LR0YFzd786ThuH5jI0RY0m78iwMwK6J5JFD0xEP3blpIaC43VEn96eSKpoHWAESWMQqraeAe_heU03moSulvxi9QI_qZtkkjxFwAJdTxvFoUqhmN6F7EHdyIO-bSVCdz7fYDYRdbIBg/s1600-h/IMG_1826.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1LR0YFzd786ThuH5jI0RY0m78iwMwK6J5JFD0xEP3blpIaC43VEn96eSKpoHWAESWMQqraeAe_heU03moSulvxi9QI_qZtkkjxFwAJdTxvFoUqhmN6F7EHdyIO-bSVCdz7fYDYRdbIBg/s320/IMG_1826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302685957130612626" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-27029652163431266862009-02-13T08:58:00.016-05:002009-02-13T10:19:05.324-05:00THE TOYMy new toy is ....... drum roll please ...... a Cricut!<br /><br />No silly, not a small insect. That is spelled cricket. <br />This is pronounced the same, but is much more fun.<br /><br />A Cricut is a computerized die cut machine. Does that still not make any sense?<br />I will explain. It cuts shapes that can be used for scrapbooks, cards etc. I know that doesn't sound very exciting, but it does much more too. Some of the things that I have made so far are Valentine cards and gift bags. I cut a stencil and etched a glass vase. I cut fabric flowers and put them on a t shirt. I made a vinyl decal for hubby's truck. (An orange Tiger paw, of course) I made a rubber stamp of a cute turtle in the exact size I wanted. Have you heard of "Wall Words". It is a quote or saying made of vinyl placed on the wall. Very popular and pretty expensive. I can make these in any size, color and style that I want. If you want to know more go to cricut.com or look for the infomercial on late night TV. Yes, I sometimes watch infomercials, but I saw the Cricut first on a craft show, then on QVC. Yes. I watch that too. You can google Cricut and utube has videos of Cricut projects. I know, this is my new obsession, but it is so much fun. Brandon and Lisa gave me a program that lets me take any font or wing ding on the internet and use it to cut. So many possibilities! If this STILL doesn't make much sense maybe some pictures will help. And yes lil sis I can and will make something for you. I already have something in mind that I think you will like. Anyway here are some pictures.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelxCmeI-sCr1egJooOwGHpE8-thnmXO008jwGHuo3Nw6jxTvwJh42WY0eBlnfZ8yVmyYYbanIIbHbYzAMPoEBA1f_zB3WyZYrxWcCht4BvOhied1HxAJuqGSBY0WECNg_n0toWxZWzxo/s1600-h/IMG_1806.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelxCmeI-sCr1egJooOwGHpE8-thnmXO008jwGHuo3Nw6jxTvwJh42WY0eBlnfZ8yVmyYYbanIIbHbYzAMPoEBA1f_zB3WyZYrxWcCht4BvOhied1HxAJuqGSBY0WECNg_n0toWxZWzxo/s320/IMG_1806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302298962682724930" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIzm-L9B8_xkF20ljSQiVO26W9XVUQ_EW3NJX_3N2WIrSwz4b1C7BX0IvSqOM49GORYNK3mYLuOycQgsxnL9Ed1K1I6a8bK8OrxJiD0SJWzPZ2bDT8pEXF_eXqVfRvxrsTXRYIcDkEi44/s1600-h/IMG_1805.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIzm-L9B8_xkF20ljSQiVO26W9XVUQ_EW3NJX_3N2WIrSwz4b1C7BX0IvSqOM49GORYNK3mYLuOycQgsxnL9Ed1K1I6a8bK8OrxJiD0SJWzPZ2bDT8pEXF_eXqVfRvxrsTXRYIcDkEi44/s320/IMG_1805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302298955252045938" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTwGSmRcbjWVzx-FbW07J770Z_3ePppK3E1BeJk__nD1Ua1qsWNffOdvyjX2muJ61zJ2DhFY0HU8U2SE0NPMUtSjZYYvl3qn7SoxkMY-PU8SrjRQt_uprGC3d9wq8F-sfET6P3LvVdodo/s1600-h/IMG_1802.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTwGSmRcbjWVzx-FbW07J770Z_3ePppK3E1BeJk__nD1Ua1qsWNffOdvyjX2muJ61zJ2DhFY0HU8U2SE0NPMUtSjZYYvl3qn7SoxkMY-PU8SrjRQt_uprGC3d9wq8F-sfET6P3LvVdodo/s320/IMG_1802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302298949450515522" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5_NT5rdWfg0frjE7Gf95-SOtBBJ9zumvE2GIMJxzlBU0dMrD0QF2hGt8tNLQE_qq1dSn15YXDCYu4CogrJeCEsVUYjQcocNPV2IIz4cHBTcKA3NBouj9IxPJbOP9flXjT6R6-h5eoqV4/s1600-h/IMG_1803.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5_NT5rdWfg0frjE7Gf95-SOtBBJ9zumvE2GIMJxzlBU0dMrD0QF2hGt8tNLQE_qq1dSn15YXDCYu4CogrJeCEsVUYjQcocNPV2IIz4cHBTcKA3NBouj9IxPJbOP9flXjT6R6-h5eoqV4/s320/IMG_1803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302298953981126834" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvZ3-1Nj2N_Ln-4-vAntwECKfy_q03_ddhZ-AhhvoG_EGNTjPheWHS7a4SjCOzsfj-jz5B401ONDMI1hS2eO0ZmmyPvV8TwroTO_hClag-nNAdnjIxM_UjPfVWnMiStosEnLBf7o0FNrM/s1600-h/IMG_1801.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvZ3-1Nj2N_Ln-4-vAntwECKfy_q03_ddhZ-AhhvoG_EGNTjPheWHS7a4SjCOzsfj-jz5B401ONDMI1hS2eO0ZmmyPvV8TwroTO_hClag-nNAdnjIxM_UjPfVWnMiStosEnLBf7o0FNrM/s320/IMG_1801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302298952661302194" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8CODDeaW5sf2sdcoUXvBcg56ntZPmWtvIBNMcMovOKVWkBLoBHCFM0CmtufTTQ5g_gmdDiHXi_PBSpw0e3nKnCJ3Gq4yyllKrLV3qQEeA-XrcdKRtOlJfIfDhF4-OmMjkXtviCAZ6Mw/s1600-h/IMG_1744.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8CODDeaW5sf2sdcoUXvBcg56ntZPmWtvIBNMcMovOKVWkBLoBHCFM0CmtufTTQ5g_gmdDiHXi_PBSpw0e3nKnCJ3Gq4yyllKrLV3qQEeA-XrcdKRtOlJfIfDhF4-OmMjkXtviCAZ6Mw/s320/IMG_1744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302297132417072386" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-66508997237212737722009-02-11T11:01:00.003-05:002009-02-12T09:22:52.513-05:00My Newest ToyEveryone knows I LOVE crafts, gadgets and technology. Anytime I can combine ALL three, well let's just say I am a happy crafter. That is exactly what my new toy does. I have wanted this for a very long time, but couldn't justify the price of $400 or more that it was advertised for. Now don't misunderstand. I have no problem going to Michaels every week with my 40% off coupon and buying something/anything. I mean it is wasting money not to use a 40% off coupon. After all I will eventually use all the craft supplies that threaten to take over my house. I mean I just have to live till I'm 103. I'm in Michael's so often that the people greet me by name as I enter and ask me about my latest project. I really think our local Michael's would close without my business. So I am doing my small part for the economy. OK, back to my newest toy.It is tradition in our house to check out the Thanksgiving sale ads after we have consumed enough feast food to satisfy an army of starving hyenas. This year as I was checking out the Walmart ad I saw IT! There It was for an unbelievable price of $200 at the early bird sale on the day after Thanksgiving. Now I was suffering from the most awful cold in the history of womankind, besides I already had my shopping battle plan set to the second. So unashamed child that I am, I begged my wonderful, indulgent hubby to brave the crowd of crazies to get it for me before they sold what was probably the only one they had at that price. I insisted that it was absolutely the only thing I wanted for Christmas and I had resisted the temptation to buy it at full price for a LONG time. I assured him that I could make wonderful, marvelous things for everyone we knew. So bright and early on black Friday my one and only trudged into the crowds and came home with IT. He placed it behind the couch, covered it with a blanket, and made me promise that if I dared to even peek under the blanket that it would disappear back to where it had come. I know this is hard to believe but I didn't peek, really I didn't. But I did go on line and read every thing on every web site I could find about all it's wonderful, magical possibilities. Now by now I'm sure you are imagining that I now have in my possession a machine that will end world hunger, do away with war and at the least take me back to my younger and much more slender days. I would settle for the last one. Oh dear readers, I am afraid I have built you up for a terrible disappointment, but drama queen that I am I was having just to much fun getting carried away with my writing. Alas, I have wasted too much time at the computer this lovely morning. I must get back to my dreary life and do some laundry. I promise that my next post will include pictures of my toy and what it has created. Don't you just LOVE a "cliffhanger" ending.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-45652885098194645442009-02-10T00:54:00.004-05:002009-02-10T01:27:02.283-05:00SunbeamsOk, contrary to some tabloid accounts, I was not abducted by aliens nor was I conferring with Stephanie Meyers on my top secret roll in the next Twilight movie.<br />I have been alternating between playing with my Christmas toy (More on that later) and teaching three year olds on Sundays. I have spent many years teaching Primary kids on Sundays, but for a few years now I have been leading women's groups. (just bigger kids really) Anyway it is taking me a while to get used to teaching little ones again, but I love it. Three year olds are like Mexican jumping beans they can't be still for a second. Their attention span is shorter than a gnat's. I use lots of visual aids, games, and roll playing to try to keep them somewhat under control for an hour. After which I send them back to mommy and daddy with a handout explaining what the lesson was "supposed" to be about in the hopes that their parents can get them to listen for a few minutes. I have 7 little darlings in my class; four boys and three girls. some have just barely turned three and some are almost four but will stay in my class until next January. At this age there is a wide range of development which keeps things interesting. Really though they are so sweet and I do love teaching. I come home exhausted, but by next week I'm ready to see my little Sunbeams.<br /><br />Tomorrow I will share my new toy with you. Hint: Think awesome scrapbooks, cards and sooo much more.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-55454428248465507392008-11-29T17:34:00.008-05:002008-11-29T18:20:47.690-05:00GO TIGERS !!!<span style="font-weight:bold;">PAW POWER FOREVER !!!<br /><br />Clemson is bowl game bound! </span> <br /><br />We hung the big Clemson flag outside, the little flag inside, the Clemson quilt on Bryan's recliner, and a Clemson fleece on each couch.<br />Bryan was wearing his lucky shirt, hat, and his Clemson watch.<br />We had recorded the game so we could skip the commercials.<br />Are we fanatics? <br />YES WE ARE.<br />We bleed orange blood. <br />I think Bryan may be getting to old for this kind of stress. I had to remind him several time about the house rule "NO kicking or hitting furniture" after a bad play or a bad call by the referee. <br />Tomorrow he will wear his orange tie to church. He does that when Clemson wins. When they loose, well we just pretend they didn't play that week. <br />This was a super important game. <br />First it was against our rivals, the University of South Carolina gamecocks. <br />Second if Clemson won they went to a bowl game, if they lost the season was over. <br />We have an interim coach, Dabo Sweeney, who is hoping to nail the job permanently. He may have after today.<br />In case anyone was out shopping today <span style="font-weight:bold;">Clemson won 31-14. <br />GO TIGERS !!!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-86244293400233347372008-11-25T11:21:00.006-05:002008-11-25T16:41:52.000-05:00Ready, Set, CookOK, so I usually overdo it with making a holiday meal and this year is no exception. I take a few short cuts, but most things are "made from scratch".<br /><br />Sunday was clean out the fridge day. I threw out all the packets of fast food sauces etc. Why do i save those things. Next to go were the "mystery" leftovers and then anything past its expiration date. My fridge was now ready to be filled with yummy things.<br /><br />Monday was shop, shop, shop. Ingredients were bought and loaded into the "Blue Goose" (For anyone who doesn't know that is the name of my mini van.) The guy who loaded my van was so careful about not squishing anything and keeping cold things together. I was feeling thankful for so many things that I tipped him. He was grateful and I felt good. Bryan unloaded the van and piled everything on the dining room table. I started to wonder why I hadn't just ordered a complete meal from K&W Cafeteria.<br /><br />This is my menu:<br /><br />Turkey - This is one of my cheats. We are buying a fried turkey from Bojangles which is better than worrying about the guys playing with a pot of hot boiling oil in the yard<br /><br />Cornbread dressing - One of my recipes that everyone insists be made from scratch with no shortcuts.<br /><br />Maccaroni and Cheese - Again my from scratch recipe<br /><br />Mashed potatoes with LOTS of butter<br /><br />Greenbean casserole<br /><br />Sweet potatoes<br /><br />Corn<br /><br />Cranberry sauce<br /><br />Watergate salad - I think Bryan may be the only one who likes this<br /><br />Deviled eggs<br /><br />Yeast rolls from scratch<br /><br />Gravy<br /><br />Desserts: Apple pie, Pecan pie (bought from the bakery)<br /><br /><br />Today is cook, cook, cook. Anything that can be made ahead of time.<br /><br />Tomorrow is a bit more coking, but mainly clean the house.<br /><br />Thursday is finish cooking and watch the Macy's parade on TV.<br />Then most important EAT EAT EAT.<br />Next we check the sale ads and plan our attack strategy for Friday's shopping frenzy. Then we finish the day with a movie. This year we are going to see the new James Bond movie.<br /><br />Friday is shopping.<br /><br />Saturday is clean the kitchen from all the cooking etc.<br /><br />Sunday is church.<br /><br />Monday is collapse and recover.<br /><br />OK, I have to get back to my kitchen.<br />Happy Thanksgiving everyoneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-90845821067006968412008-11-21T10:17:00.002-05:002008-11-21T10:38:02.902-05:00SNOWOK everyone knows I like Fall best and second best is winter. I also love snow. If I had to deal with it on a regular basis it might be different, but since we rarely see much of the fluffy white stuff here in the south it seems almost magical. Today we had flurries for the second time this week!! When the snow started on Tuesday morning, my neighbor called and said "Sherrie, quick look out the window before it stops" She loves snow almost as much as I do. The flurry on Tuesday only lasted about ten minutes. This morning the snow was a little heavier and lasted for over an hour. It was too warm for any to stick, but it was fun to watch. Now the sun is shinning. Oh well it was fun while it lasted.<br /><br />My theory is that since we had flurries twice an it isn't even Thanksgiving (we don't usually have even a chance of snow until January) that we will have lots of snow this winter. At least that is what I am hoping for.<br />THINK SNOW !!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-64914775086036246652008-11-20T12:21:00.004-05:002008-11-20T13:17:24.717-05:00Basically Healthy<span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">One of my "pet peeves" is people who assume that overweight people are a ticking time bomb health wise. Regular people with this attitude are bad enough, but health care professionals are worse. Some doctors assume that everything from a hangnail to a head cold is because of your weight. I wish they would consider the possibility that my weight is maybe a result of something other that laziness. I'll be the first to admit that I am not just over weight I am what those oh so caring health care professionals call "morbidly obese." There are things that are more difficult for me, but I am Not a lazy couch potato. </span><span style="font-style: italic;">I do my own shopping and house work. </span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">I lead two women's groups at church, I edit and print our Sunday bulletin</span></span> etc.<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />My only two health problems are fibromyalgia and arthritis, both of which I would have no matter what my weight.<br /><br />This year I have had my yearly eye exam, my twice yearly dental check up, my mammogram and my gynecological visit and a colonoscopy. All were completely normal.<br /><br />This week I had a complete physical and blood work.<br />My cholesterol was 174. Normal should be below 200.<br />My good cholesterol was high and my bad was low.<br />My blood sugar was 86. Normal is 65-99.<br />My thyroid, red and white blood cell count, calcium and everything else you can think of was great.<br />My doctor was impressed.<br /><br />So when you see someone who is not exactly "normal" size, don't judge.<br />We may be more healthy than you.<br /><br />OK, enough of my rant.<br />Everyone have a god day.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-57127705098120990972008-11-19T07:52:00.004-05:002008-11-19T08:32:20.852-05:00New FriendMy new friend arrived Sunday from China and will be staying with us <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">indefinitely</span>. <br />Bryan is completely OK with this new arrangement and even paid the airfare. My friend is totally awesome; fast, dependable, there when needed, and patient with me learning to speak this new language. I see a long, happy relationship ahead for us.He is taking me places I have never been before and showing me things I have only dreamed about.This friend is there for me day or night.<br /><br />My new friend's name is Lenny.<br />He is a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lenovo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ThinkPad</span> computer. Lenny has 3 GB RAM and a 2 Duo CPU @ 2.40 GHz. Totally amazing.Lenny's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">touchpad</span> is taking some getting used to. I am used to a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">trakball</span> and Lenny is very touch sensitive.It will take me while to get all my old programs installed, but I am trying to be patient.<br /><br />A BIG thank you to Brandon and Lisa for helping me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">acquire</span> Lenny and to Bryan for footing the bill.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-81078946092974776262008-11-14T10:19:00.005-05:002008-11-16T18:44:43.686-05:00Christmas is ComingChristmas is coming!!!<br />It is only 41 days (six weeks) until Christmas.<br />I have started making my "To Do" lists. I am much better at making the list than I am at actually accomplishing the things on the list. I think my good intentions should count as something. But I have made a pretty good start.<br /><br />Every year we give plates of cookies to friends and neighbors. Of course I can't just let it be a plain plate of cookies.I add a small ornament to the plate to dress it up and so they have something after the cookies are gone. One neighbor actually has saved the ornaments and puts them on her family tree every year.<br /><br />This year I made Yo Yo angels. OK before you mind goes to "How can she possibly make an angel out of a child's toy yo yo" I'll explain. The Yo Yo is made out of a small fabric circle. I have tried these before, but they were pretty time consuming.<br />I found an amazing gadget at Michael's that makes it so much easier. I can turn out my yo yo so fast while I'm watching TV at night that I had a pile of the little cuties before I knew it. It takes such a tiny piece of fabric that I am able to use all my scraps that I couldn't bear to part with. I knew I was right not to throw them away. Sometimes being a Pack Rat pays off. It takes three yo yo to make an angel. So far I have made 18 angels. They are pretty cute if I do say so myself.<br />I also printed a card with a poem to be attached. Yes I know, I know don't know when to stop.<br />Yo Yo making is addictive so I'm looking for more project to use them.<br />Someone told me about their Grandmother making a quilt with them.<br />I don't think I am that ambitious. Anyway here are some pictures of my cuties.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3CyUPk2mVWjmddSiIRHh4idpaicsxZ4-fT9OAp4Ud2o7MEOMeF8cvnAU4T9UBIhQBMR3dYIAQKdozDLSH-J5z88F8cLX2u2PuZhC7N1ViHgdFwfIIxhiCp3wyXXYcFnYc18Ocg9FPQz8/s1600-h/IMG_1696.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3CyUPk2mVWjmddSiIRHh4idpaicsxZ4-fT9OAp4Ud2o7MEOMeF8cvnAU4T9UBIhQBMR3dYIAQKdozDLSH-J5z88F8cLX2u2PuZhC7N1ViHgdFwfIIxhiCp3wyXXYcFnYc18Ocg9FPQz8/s320/IMG_1696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268539839269910290" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP9lZ6YWtwcbVBm2ofQc9pMGHcIQw5cXogWQUbsBNdrMkUgEZcb_n7f8cKyEaoG2qnG0gsxEf-mWwrzGGJwTm8wqpoTmBmojumz-Sy-Zs-MpYBjpTRW6auZZdXYo3Pu_sDzz7RJvqIObI/s1600-h/IMG_1699.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP9lZ6YWtwcbVBm2ofQc9pMGHcIQw5cXogWQUbsBNdrMkUgEZcb_n7f8cKyEaoG2qnG0gsxEf-mWwrzGGJwTm8wqpoTmBmojumz-Sy-Zs-MpYBjpTRW6auZZdXYo3Pu_sDzz7RJvqIObI/s320/IMG_1699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268539854692636690" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaTAfZlhUsXN4SCY_OJcfSI6qo0dp2iBMScTj710bIwcad30PElxLDroeB3O2v_GLuziCnfC4Z4vsoVxOSFGkOzkQjYUP5I5BYdJfhgbybPXUAse0x__mCQ_UXoU4aULAEudUbTfyQ4xE/s1600-h/IMG_1692.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaTAfZlhUsXN4SCY_OJcfSI6qo0dp2iBMScTj710bIwcad30PElxLDroeB3O2v_GLuziCnfC4Z4vsoVxOSFGkOzkQjYUP5I5BYdJfhgbybPXUAse0x__mCQ_UXoU4aULAEudUbTfyQ4xE/s320/IMG_1692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268539827351430466" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0B_5QVoPo3l0DJR7oyT6Iz45thkl8R13rFJ9HcAFKelhZ7ETZ2p3dUx90YQoEvgzJ_QaShfNFcnDjgiD5v6TJ-xD0W-m0SIkImUfQ0IWUB5upNgfB59-xzFI8oEnXu5ayfY3wJb_idKE/s1600-h/IMG_1697.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0B_5QVoPo3l0DJR7oyT6Iz45thkl8R13rFJ9HcAFKelhZ7ETZ2p3dUx90YQoEvgzJ_QaShfNFcnDjgiD5v6TJ-xD0W-m0SIkImUfQ0IWUB5upNgfB59-xzFI8oEnXu5ayfY3wJb_idKE/s320/IMG_1697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268539850063585186" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-78109724497372205812008-11-04T08:16:00.003-05:002008-11-05T08:08:19.892-05:00In Memory of "Unc"On Thursday, October 30 my Unc (Richard Tumbleson) died. <br />He had been on dialysis for a while, but this was so sudden and unexpected. <br />It caught us all by surprise. He was one of those people who you never think about losing. I know it sounds like a cliche, but he was so full of life. <br />Unc was an MP Sergent in the Army for twenty years. <br />He served in the Korean and Vietnam wars. <br />After the Army he drove a Krisy Cream truck for many years. <br />My family is addicted to Krisy Cream donuts because of him. <br />Unc's nickname was "Tumbleweed" probably because his last name was Tumbleson and he grew up in Texas and Oklahoma where there are lots of tumbleweeds. <br />Unc was married to Mama's sister, Louise so he was technically my Mama and Papa's brother-in-law but he was always just their "brother". He and Papa called each other "Bubba". Their are NO "in-laws" in our family. Family is family.<br />The only way to describe Unc was that he was a fun loving character. <br />He always had a least one new joke to tell every time he saw you. <br />It was usually a bit "off color" but for some reason it never seemed offensive when he told it. It was just Unc's personality.<br />Some how you always knew he loved you. <br />I know he missed Aunt Louise very much and is excited to be with her again. <br />She is probably giving him a hard time about taking so long to join her.<br /><br />Unc, we love you and miss you.<br />We will be waiting to hear a whole new batch of jokes when we are all together as a family again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-6659566583216462412008-10-31T10:24:00.003-04:002008-10-31T10:41:28.734-04:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANAOn October 31, 1976 the most perfect, <br />most beautiful, baby girl in the <br />existence of the universe was born!<br />Dana Lorraine Page<br />Loving<br />Caring<br />Talented<br />Smart<br />Sweet<br />Stubborn<br />Independent<br />Amazing<br />Strong<br />Resilient<br />Daring<br />Adventurous<br />And will always be my "Baby Girl"<br /><br /><div align="center"> </div><br /><blockquote></blockquote><strong></strong><em></em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-25217720811826967572008-10-16T14:04:00.004-04:002008-10-16T14:44:56.319-04:00I've Been TaggedOK Lisa, you tagged me so here are my answers.<br /><br />Ten years ago I was:<br />1. I was younger.<br />2. I had fewer gray hairs.<br />3. I was not a grandmother. (I adore my grandchildren)<br />4. OK I'm too old to remember ten years ago.<br />I can't remember what I had for breakfast.<br /><br />Five things on today's to do list:<br />1. Get a flu shot.<br />2. Work on the Sunday bulletin for church.<br />3. Go out to eat with friends.<br />4. Brush Mushu.<br />5. Go to a craft group meeting.<br /><br />Five snacks I enjoy:<br />1. Anything CHOCOLATE<br />2. Anything lemon.<br />3. Mama's pound cake.<br />4. Ice cream<br />5. Krispy Cream donuts<br /><br />Five things I would do if I were a millionare:<br />1. Pay off my kids student loans.<br />2. Set up a college fund for grandchildren<br />3. Pay off mortgage and buy a house on the beach.<br />4. Pay off/buy homes for kids.<br />5. Travel<br /><br /><br />Five places I have lived:<br />1. Columbia, SC<br />2. Florence, SC<br />3. Marion, SC<br />4. Conway, SC<br />5. Goldsboro, NC<br /><br />Five jobs that I have had:<br />1. Long distance telephone opperator.<br />2. Assistant to an interior decorator.<br />3. Assistant teacher for second grade.<br />4. Cafeteria manager for a private school.<br />5. Home daycare<br /><br />Wendy added other random things so here are mine:<br />1. I "LOVE" being a Grandma!!<br />2. I have the best husband, kids (this includes in laws), and grandkids.<br />3. I am a craft-a-holic<br />4. I buy more crafts material than anyone could use in a lifetime.<br />5. I love to read.<br />6. I do NOT like housework of any kind.<br />7. I love animals.<br />8. I don't like wearing dresses.<br />9. I am shy.<br />10. I agree with Wendy, naps should be manditory for everyone.<br />11. I am addicted to gadgets/tecnology.<br />12. If I had the money I would build a sunroom, enlarge my kitchen and add a BIG craft room to my house.<br />13. I own "6" sewing machines. Two are antiques, two are regular machines, one is an embroidery machine, and one is the machine Mama and Papa bought me in high school. I guess that one is almost an antique too.<br />14. I lose track of time when I am in a craft store or a book store.<br />15. I can't think of anyone with a blog except Lisa and Wendy so I can't "Tag" anyone. :(Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895911623698521642.post-15893790112017596012008-10-10T14:52:00.003-04:002008-10-10T15:14:17.696-04:00Priceless Pottery<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZcX3qz1wNBOnyIfSBn0mL_Ewo55LcpJ5TwnY-ygbXimKIQ0Phvc-LdtyiWgjtd0wQqoup7L-aJrPgSYKSveyTQObaTkKwMpjgk6aSGY-AS4pZpQSDeq0gkR23m3ew6bAQxvtCoIXr2t4/s1600-h/IMG_1615.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255604198216937410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZcX3qz1wNBOnyIfSBn0mL_Ewo55LcpJ5TwnY-ygbXimKIQ0Phvc-LdtyiWgjtd0wQqoup7L-aJrPgSYKSveyTQObaTkKwMpjgk6aSGY-AS4pZpQSDeq0gkR23m3ew6bAQxvtCoIXr2t4/s320/IMG_1615.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0CoCTiAKo6SBLszv_tAKzVb1UW1eSQ_dRuPWAOjttDK6qxBpHmDBWbHrBjyujkD-lNfQwOGhFvn8LuJMiM9U8e2mIIuNw-_C6ogTTdmmzKrFyU0taMiMsBYJw5nf2VRuAPXYzmvojgA/s1600-h/IMG_1618.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255604201804294258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0CoCTiAKo6SBLszv_tAKzVb1UW1eSQ_dRuPWAOjttDK6qxBpHmDBWbHrBjyujkD-lNfQwOGhFvn8LuJMiM9U8e2mIIuNw-_C6ogTTdmmzKrFyU0taMiMsBYJw5nf2VRuAPXYzmvojgA/s320/IMG_1618.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHxCxhEieKQM4Y_cwA1RM2XdUV3ikbQeRMmckByrR5j7qV-p9qX9imfwSe9i8E8DEO_2ypCMRm3hQysnEbTG4jLi6dzj5aBchW3VjwaJ_fi0e2E2feFqnBjUsnsRiQ84n8hifKTlKPPPY/s1600-h/IMG_1619.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255604209880542610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHxCxhEieKQM4Y_cwA1RM2XdUV3ikbQeRMmckByrR5j7qV-p9qX9imfwSe9i8E8DEO_2ypCMRm3hQysnEbTG4jLi6dzj5aBchW3VjwaJ_fi0e2E2feFqnBjUsnsRiQ84n8hifKTlKPPPY/s320/IMG_1619.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSn9djT-YvnxIUrC0ZHBJV-CqYOFLMC_Uq_vJLEsHeI4gUVK1rmFga7UMLNMZRWfDCwr-cYJ4l-bDTxsiXzcV4BCmPTWGWX2cRdTdRGldVyY3cowJPg75uiwDtcg3A8wrH2zPEueUKcJE/s1600-h/IMG_1621.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255604211310969538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSn9djT-YvnxIUrC0ZHBJV-CqYOFLMC_Uq_vJLEsHeI4gUVK1rmFga7UMLNMZRWfDCwr-cYJ4l-bDTxsiXzcV4BCmPTWGWX2cRdTdRGldVyY3cowJPg75uiwDtcg3A8wrH2zPEueUKcJE/s320/IMG_1621.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8hiwDbDHlxh_rQ1YAz-ETulRk6c5BbobTqKbKd-XuZIKMeKrKU_hZ84_ub_SrLYsSHWBP5_tJNmqcHIiptv35E8TduhVt8IL7uwAH1OrDXoJFB_hs6tzaVYVcrVIO6KL2bUhN-Q9fPrs/s1600-h/IMG_1623.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255604213571334370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8hiwDbDHlxh_rQ1YAz-ETulRk6c5BbobTqKbKd-XuZIKMeKrKU_hZ84_ub_SrLYsSHWBP5_tJNmqcHIiptv35E8TduhVt8IL7uwAH1OrDXoJFB_hs6tzaVYVcrVIO6KL2bUhN-Q9fPrs/s320/IMG_1623.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>These museum quality ceramic art pieces are "one of a kind" creations by the soon to be world famous brother/sister team of Emma Louise Howald and Hunter Thomas Howald. While these remarkable artists are new to the medium of ceramics, their incredible talent is apparent. The use of color is unprecedented in artists so young. These pieces are priceless and can only be seen in the exclusive Howald Museum located in picturesque Gladstone,Virginia. One can only imagine what the prodigies will create next. The art world eagerly awaits.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3