How can you say no to this child's smile?
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Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Five Senses
Well since I think that blogs are "in" like aqueous martinis and pinstriped suits, I will participate in this tag. This is the dealeo:
You list 4 things you love, and one thing you hate, for each of the 5 senses. Then tag 5 people, leave them a note on their blog so they know. Also, let the person who tagged you know when you post yours.
Taste: i LOVE one-tomatoes and cheese together on anything; two-homemade pizza; three- peanut butter; four- yeast rolls; i HATE potato salad.
Smell: i LOVE one-cinnamon oil boiling in my kitchen (the smell of Fall); two- new books; three-freshly cut grass and turned flower beds; four-Collin; i HATE the smell of ketchup.
Touch: i LOVE one-fresh sheets and shaved legs; two-getting my hair cut; three-walking barefoot; four-forming dough in my hands; i HATE it when people touch my neck.
Sight: i LOVE one-words on a page, especially mine; two- people ( I stare a lot- I Can't Help it!); three- trees in fall with red leaves; four- beautiful fabrics; i HATE unflushed toilets.
Sound: i LOVE one- my children talking (quietly); two-inspiring music; three-Collin's car pulling in; four- the thunk of a bat hitting a ball; i HATE footsteps outside my tent in the middle of the night.
I tag the following: Lorie S, Lindsay G, Jessica N, Penny W, and Stacey A
You list 4 things you love, and one thing you hate, for each of the 5 senses. Then tag 5 people, leave them a note on their blog so they know. Also, let the person who tagged you know when you post yours.
Taste: i LOVE one-tomatoes and cheese together on anything; two-homemade pizza; three- peanut butter; four- yeast rolls; i HATE potato salad.
Smell: i LOVE one-cinnamon oil boiling in my kitchen (the smell of Fall); two- new books; three-freshly cut grass and turned flower beds; four-Collin; i HATE the smell of ketchup.
Touch: i LOVE one-fresh sheets and shaved legs; two-getting my hair cut; three-walking barefoot; four-forming dough in my hands; i HATE it when people touch my neck.
Sight: i LOVE one-words on a page, especially mine; two- people ( I stare a lot- I Can't Help it!); three- trees in fall with red leaves; four- beautiful fabrics; i HATE unflushed toilets.
Sound: i LOVE one- my children talking (quietly); two-inspiring music; three-Collin's car pulling in; four- the thunk of a bat hitting a ball; i HATE footsteps outside my tent in the middle of the night.
I tag the following: Lorie S, Lindsay G, Jessica N, Penny W, and Stacey A
Thursday, March 5, 2009
March Bookclub - InkSpell
Hello all! Book Club is March 26th (Thursday) at 9:30 am.
We will be meeting at
Monique Phipps
and will make sure you know how to get there.
For any newcomers,
we are reading a sequel this month, but you have plenty of time to catch up!
Fulfill your hearts desire and come discuss
Inkspell by Cornelia Funke.
Bring ideas for next month's book and get ready to talk to some fabulous women!
We will be meeting at
Monique Phipps
and will make sure you know how to get there.
For any newcomers,
we are reading a sequel this month, but you have plenty of time to catch up!
Fulfill your hearts desire and come discuss
Inkspell by Cornelia Funke.
Bring ideas for next month's book and get ready to talk to some fabulous women!
Friday, February 27, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Please sign your life away...
This is a tag I can do! Who else want to play? I think my audience is diminished, but hopefully I still have at least five friends left!!! Just Kidding! That was me playing on your guilt strings. No pressure.
The first FIVE people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
2- What I create will be just for you.
3- It'll be done this year. (might be a little while)
4- You have no clue what it's going to be.
5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.
The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must re-post this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me! Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it! Sounds like fun, right?
The first FIVE people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
2- What I create will be just for you.
3- It'll be done this year. (might be a little while)
4- You have no clue what it's going to be.
5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.
The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must re-post this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me! Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it! Sounds like fun, right?
Monday, February 16, 2009
February Book Club
Hey Bookie Friends! Just a reminder that Book Club is
Thursday, February 26 at 9am.
At Stacey's.
For anyone who may want to come, we are reading Inkheart by Cornelia Funke. I am done, so if someone wants to borrow, let me know. Hope to see you there!
Thursday, February 26 at 9am.
At Stacey's.
For anyone who may want to come, we are reading Inkheart by Cornelia Funke. I am done, so if someone wants to borrow, let me know. Hope to see you there!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
I was a beggar and ye gave me food...
I was thinking about Sam's lunch today and how my mom went on a streak of making my lunches in high school, and then how I bought pizza for the longest time, then how good the chocolate cookies were. (My recipe is not as good, but as close as I am going to get.) I remembered that for a time, duration unknown, I would walk around and ask people for money. When I remembered this, I flushed with embarrassment, first, for my mother, then second, for myself. How annoying I must have been, because if I didn't have money, it was sheerly because I was forgetful. Should have had that remembrall!
On the other hand, I was reading in the scriptures where it talks about giving when asked. Something like, if your neighbor asks for something, give him more. Well, today we are surrounded by people who ask for donations. I think it has always been this way, it has just become less personal. On the street, on the phone, via the tv, and occasionally a personal vocal request. At what point do we say no? I know I hang up on everyone. (The quick apology doesn't really make it better) Maybe that isn't that nicest way, but they call back! On the street, if you hand out money (cause this happens and all, and I don't mean getting mugged), then those people would come back too. Mr Fauchelevent, in Les Miserables, he handed out money (becasue he knew the need and was generous), and went for walks on purpose to do so. And if he encountered someone who needed more, he would make arrangements to give it to them. He was truly compassionate, almost to a fault. So how can we be like this in the present day? Granted, he was wealthy, but is it our time that we must give? Or our homemade caramels? (which really is our time) I suspect that giving our time is just as worthy, if not more so, than dropping money in a cup (although it has great merits when it is used properly).
On the other hand, I was reading in the scriptures where it talks about giving when asked. Something like, if your neighbor asks for something, give him more. Well, today we are surrounded by people who ask for donations. I think it has always been this way, it has just become less personal. On the street, on the phone, via the tv, and occasionally a personal vocal request. At what point do we say no? I know I hang up on everyone. (The quick apology doesn't really make it better) Maybe that isn't that nicest way, but they call back! On the street, if you hand out money (cause this happens and all, and I don't mean getting mugged), then those people would come back too. Mr Fauchelevent, in Les Miserables, he handed out money (becasue he knew the need and was generous), and went for walks on purpose to do so. And if he encountered someone who needed more, he would make arrangements to give it to them. He was truly compassionate, almost to a fault. So how can we be like this in the present day? Granted, he was wealthy, but is it our time that we must give? Or our homemade caramels? (which really is our time) I suspect that giving our time is just as worthy, if not more so, than dropping money in a cup (although it has great merits when it is used properly).
Book Club!!!
Don't forget Book Club on Thursday!
At 6:30.
At my house.
Bring a book you want to read or a suggestion.
I will see you then!
At 6:30.
At my house.
Bring a book you want to read or a suggestion.
I will see you then!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
It's not you, It's me...
That famous break up line. I am breaking up with all of you, JUST KIDDING! I messed my blog up somehow, and I have to fix it. But seeing as how I was recently fired from my job as housekeeper, by my boss, Collin, I have to work really hard to earn my non profit position back. I would rather Collin fire our laundry service. She just seems really slackerish lately...
So I was wondering and would like some opinions. I was just having a heart to heart with a dear old gal pal, and realized how vague people are in general. Am I crazy, or do people really talk about nothing all of the time? I guess I have been in the mode of expressing my thoughts to anyone who will hear lately, and it has made me feel a lack of depth in most of what I say. Does everything have to have depth? No. Can't I just participate in idle chitter chatter? I like it, and I do it, but I really love exchanging worthwhile meaningful words. But I also like to be amused, so it is a crafty individual who can provide both. So what do you think? Are people afraid of letting people in and so never delve into the surface of their feelings? Am I just more open than other people or does it just seem that way because I am always around people that I trust? Maybe this doesn't make sense, but not much that is in my head does. Or used to not. It's not you, it's me.
So I was wondering and would like some opinions. I was just having a heart to heart with a dear old gal pal, and realized how vague people are in general. Am I crazy, or do people really talk about nothing all of the time? I guess I have been in the mode of expressing my thoughts to anyone who will hear lately, and it has made me feel a lack of depth in most of what I say. Does everything have to have depth? No. Can't I just participate in idle chitter chatter? I like it, and I do it, but I really love exchanging worthwhile meaningful words. But I also like to be amused, so it is a crafty individual who can provide both. So what do you think? Are people afraid of letting people in and so never delve into the surface of their feelings? Am I just more open than other people or does it just seem that way because I am always around people that I trust? Maybe this doesn't make sense, but not much that is in my head does. Or used to not. It's not you, it's me.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Injustice For All
Well, what is it that makes me crave justice? I suppose that would be my conscience. And my desire to be happy. Here is a fine example for you (no doubt from high school):
Chemistry teacher : I don't care if you copy each other's work, just don't let me see it.
Amanda: Hmmm, I will have to remember that.
Amanda: Hey Chadly, can I borrow your homework? (No? Well, we are sharing a locker, so I will just borrow that and put it back before you go to class!)
Chemistry teacher: Hmmm, what have you got there? That looks like you are copying homework!
Amanda: Class hasn't started and you didn't see me copy it! (I was done, he just assumed I didn't have mine, like usual)
Chemistry teacher: Oh well, I will take both of those, you are both getting big fat zeros!
Amanda: (Oh no! Chadly said I couldn't borrow his homework and now were both getting zeros!) Chad didn't know that I borrowed his homework, so please don't give him a zero.
Well, that is a sad example, but I felt the injustice greatly. He said we could copy! At least he didn't fail dear Chadly. I realize that I was cheating in the first place and deserved every missing point of that grade. I feel the weight of little injustices here and there (maybe you don't) and I realized today that I am hanging on to those threads, demanding justice be served, and who knows if anyone else even remembers it. I can use my energy a little better I think.
Chemistry teacher : I don't care if you copy each other's work, just don't let me see it.
Amanda: Hmmm, I will have to remember that.
Amanda: Hey Chadly, can I borrow your homework? (No? Well, we are sharing a locker, so I will just borrow that and put it back before you go to class!)
Chemistry teacher: Hmmm, what have you got there? That looks like you are copying homework!
Amanda: Class hasn't started and you didn't see me copy it! (I was done, he just assumed I didn't have mine, like usual)
Chemistry teacher: Oh well, I will take both of those, you are both getting big fat zeros!
Amanda: (Oh no! Chadly said I couldn't borrow his homework and now were both getting zeros!) Chad didn't know that I borrowed his homework, so please don't give him a zero.
Well, that is a sad example, but I felt the injustice greatly. He said we could copy! At least he didn't fail dear Chadly. I realize that I was cheating in the first place and deserved every missing point of that grade. I feel the weight of little injustices here and there (maybe you don't) and I realized today that I am hanging on to those threads, demanding justice be served, and who knows if anyone else even remembers it. I can use my energy a little better I think.
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