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Wednesday, December 31, 2008

In Retrospect......

Well, I see many of you are doing an end of the year retrospective so I thought I would toss mine on the heap as well. 

In thinking about the past year of my life I have to share that there have been many new things, many (many, many, many) difficult things, many painful things, lots of laughter and nearly as many tears to accompany the laughs. 

I began this blogging journey on February 14 (ya know it did not even conncet with me that I started this love affair with blogging on Valentines Day, kind of cool I think) but 126 post later I have found this blogging experience to be one of the most rewarding avenues I have journeyed down this year. 

Over this past 365 days I have encountered so many amazing faith filled bloggers. As I have read your post and you have read mine we have opened our lives and our heart up to each other. I have received comfort, support and a belly laugh when I needed it most. 

Thank you seems very inadequate but it is all I have. 

Contemplating what I would write about has been an interesting journey as well. I love those moments when I feel compelled to pound out a post on my keyboard. I mean "seriously" (to quote a phrase from my favorite show Grey’s Anatomy) what would the world do without the benefit of my opinion. Stop spinning I suppose (yea right!) 

My life has now been altered if ever so slightly, by my entry into the blogging arena. Now when a random... …or thought provoking… or even simply ridiculous thing happens, well it is immediately stored away in the ideas for future post's file. It grows daily by leaps and bounds. 

I also find that now I am incapable of doing anything without the accompanying digital photographs. I mean you never know when something will happen that will merit a post and we all know that if you’re going to blog about an experience you need to have the pictures to go with it. My family has now stopped questioning me for taking bizarre pictures of just about everything. “Just exactly why are you taking pictures of our sock basket?” no longer gets asked at my house. 

My crowing achievement in the blogosphere is learning how to add a Mr. Linky box in a post. I have yet to come up with a creative Mr. Linky worthy blog carnival as of yet so I wait with great anticipation for the inspiration to strike. 

Secondly (and I have to say that I even amazed myself) was figuring out how to add a third column to my blog.  This latest revelation happened only yesterday. I guess you can tech an old dog new tricks after all! I have been so envious of all those wonderful creative bloggers out there with a three column templates that I was nearly drooling. Well I hunkered down last night and resolved to not throw in the towel until I had figured it out. 

After reading through the foreign language also commonly known as “the instructions” about a billion times and starting from scratch at least twice low and behold my blog now has a third column. 

Will wonders never cease? 

Yeaaaa for me!!!!!! 

2009 will bring into my life no doubt a myriad of new thing as well. 

The big 50…

The perils of perimenapause will continue (is it hot in here or is it just me?) 

New friendships…

New arrivals…


and the unexpected blessings. 

And all the while life goes on and I get up each morning and go about my normal every day business, check my email to see if I have any comments on our blog, I rejoice when we see that I have a new follower….I wonder why some bloggers have like a billion followers and little old me has only nine, but I rejoice in all nine of you and I am ever so grateful for each and every one of you. 

Life is good! 

As I move into my 50th year on the planet I have to tell ya that I have become so much more comfortable in my own skin, I have a sense about myself that is more that it used to be, or quite possibly I have slipped into the old lady syndrome and I no longer care what others think because of course I am always right (LOL!) 

In any event as the year draws to a close I look back on the year and note that I have survived another one. I have grown and hopefully learned from my mistakes and my brief periods of suffering. 

I continue to thank my Heavenly Father for each moment and remember that as long as I am on my knees in prayer, blanketed in His Living Word and surrounded by like minded sisters and brothers in Christ everything will work to the good and we know what it says in Romans 8:28….that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. 

I can’t wait to see what 2009 will bring into my life and into yours. 

Happy blogging! 

I love you all! 



Tuesday, December 30, 2008

I see what you're saying - Christmas Edition 2008

Merry Christmas

Here is my contribution to this years "I see what you're saying - Christmas Edition"

It is breif (3:25 minute video) of the Holidays at my house.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!


Monday, December 29, 2008

What a wonderful lazy day.

I slept until 7:30 and woke to a really good cup of coffee, I am savoring the last of my holiday half & half. 

Made a trip to Goodwill to drop off a donation, gotta get that last minute tax deduction. I am sure that my four trash bags full of old clothing will be just the difference in bringing us our huge tax return check (NOT) but they are out of my garage.

My DH turned up some dirt in the front bed, as it was surprisingly warm enough to get out and plant a few iris bulbs given to me by a friend.

Took a nap!

My sweet DH brought me a bunch of yellow roses. They are beautiful!

I continue to wait with great expectation for my Christmas Cactus to bloom. 

This was right before Christmas..It is almost ready to bloom now!!!!!

Bla Bla Bla, no sintelating stories today or deep revelations.

I am just basking in the lazieness of the day!


Friday, December 26, 2008

The expection builds.............

Well after several long evenings with lap top positioned on my knee and ignoring the television and my family I have finally put the finishing touches on my "I see what you're saying" video. 

I have to confess to experiencing moment of obsession over these last few day as I assembled all my necessary pictures and clips, but I also have to share that I now feel like Steven Spielberg as I learned to maneuver around my Movie Maker program. 

We all wait with great anticipation for Tuesday to see what everyone has put together.

Now on to a completely unrelated topic. 

To answer a question that few of you who commented on my "Female-No Alarm" post had.

Much to my dismay I never was able to find out exactly what "Female - No Alarm!" actually meant. 

It remains a mystery!

The world - or me may never know!


Saturday, December 20, 2008

Female - No Alarm!

Several weeks ago (12/5 thru 12/7) God was kind and the circumstances fell into place for me to be able to join my husband for the weekend in Puerto Rico

Before telling you all about how wonderful my trip was I had to take a few moments and share with you a truly unique experience I had at the airport. 

Being the travel impaired individual that I am I left the house at 6:30 am to insure that I would have ample time to make my 11:05 flight. God took pity on me and for a Friday morning the expressway was remarkable free of traffic. 

I arrived at the MARTA station and purchase my Breeze pass, again my inexperience was showing as I ended up paying for two round trip fairs instead of one, but as each trip is only $1.75 I was only slightly inconvenienced and the cards are re-usable as well so I shrugged it off and proceeded up the stairs to my train. 

The trip to the airport takes about 45 minute so I opened a book (The Scarlet Thread by Francine Rivers, which by the way is very good, not as good as Redeeming Love but a great weekend read) borrowed from a friend and settled in for the ride to the airport. 

Fast forward 45 minutes and I arrive at Hartsfield Jackson International Airport. Again God was kind and there were multiple Delta ticketing kiosks available. I stepped up to one with my pre-printed flight information and entered all the proper information and was issues a boarding pass. I was amazed at the ease of the process and my traveler’s anxiety is little by little easing away with each completed step. 

The Delta Ticketing agent on hand pointed me in the right direction toward security. 

A few more moments and I am in the line for the security check, boarding pass and driver’s license in hand I approach the first check point. 

I hand over my boarding pass and the agent, I will call her TSA agent #1 who scribbles on it and circles a few thing all the while mumbling something that with the noise of the crowd about me I can’t hear, she hands me back my boarding pass and instruct me to a different line. 

The second TSA Agent (agent #2) informs me that it is in fact my luck day. 

I have been randomly selected for additional security screening. 

Yaaa for me! 

I am curtly instructed to step into this lovely Plexiglas box. It is open on my end with a door with a handle on the other end. It looked very much like a display case at a history museum. 

As I step into the box, now mind you I am in my stocking feet as my shoes are now being examined for explosives and to my shock and amazement TSA agent #2 loudly (really loud, yelling even) announces to all present 


In my mind I am wondering exactly what this means. I turn and walk the few short steps to the end of the display case and try the handle. It is locked. I find this just a bit disturbing. As I am standing in this lovely locked Plexiglas display case desperately juggling the door handle back and forth trying to get out  I have a lot of wonderfully random thoughts which are now running thought my brain. 

To my left I can see the sour looking TSA agent #3 as he is examining my luggage on the x-ray machine. He glances up and I smile as sweetly as I can at him. He looks at me with a scowl and I am wondering what he is thinking. He glares at me and then back at his screen, then back at me a few more time. I have to tell you it was just the littlest bit uncomfortable not to mention intimidating, yet I held my sweetest most genteel smile on my face. 

Again TSA agent #2 yells at the top of her lungs 


Silly me, I again try the handle to my display case. It holds firmly locked. 

Again and again (and again) TSA agent #2 yells at the top of her lungs 




 I begin to feel like an ancient archeological artifact safety encased on display. “Look boys and girls, this is how travelers looked like in the olden days, note the glazed look of inexperience upon her face!” 

There were a few hand gestures involved “Yes! That’s my bag!” as I point to my carry on. 

Then to my right I can see TSA agent #4 begins to riffle though my grey bin inspecting my purse, my camera bag, and my shoes (again) and my zip lock bags with all my personal necessities. I am wondering if maybe I have exceeded the limit on just how many travel size shampoos you can bring in your carry on or possible if TSA agent #4 is wondering exactly how many times I am planning to wash my hair while I am on vacation. 

Every time TSA agent #2 rang out into the air with her now familiar song of “FEMALE – NO ALARM!”  I was uncertain as to the intended meaning of this now very familiar phrase. 

“FEMALE – NO ALARM!” does this mean: “Please do not worry about this poor unsuspecting woman in the display case. We have her in custody and every thing will be fine. There is NO NEED TO BE ALARMED. 

Or could it possible mean: “Let’s totally freak this poor inexperienced grey headed woman out for no apparent reason because after all there was NO ALARM!” 

I mean really, as I was safely tucked away in my hermetically sealed display case, there was nothing to do but allow my mind to wander. And wander it did! 

Were they going to let me out?

Is agent #4 going to confiscate my flat iron!

Do they really think I am a terrorist disguised as a middle aged mother of two teenagers?

Exactly what does “FEMALE – NO ALARM!” really mean?

How many more time will agent #2 yell out “FEMAILE - NO ALARM!”?

Is agent #3 going to let me have my travel size shampoo back?

I am thinking that I am very glad I have socks on and I am hoping that the last person to stand on this mat inside of this display case had socks on as well! 

Now I am beginning to become really …ALARMED! 

For what seems like the hundredth time TSA agent #2 yells (again) at the top of her lungs “FEMALE – NO ALARM!” and at last the latch at the end of my museum display case magically gives way and I am free. 

I step from my Plexiglas case and breathe a sigh of relief. 

My freedom is short lives as I am approached by TSA agent #5 …. “Step this way please.” He orders. 

I am obedient to the very core of my being and follow him. 

TSA agent #..... what is this now... lets see 1....2....3....4....5.... Ahhh here we are TSA agent #6 approaches me with her security wand. 

We play a wonderful game of “Simon Says”. 

Raise your arms, feet apart, turn around… I was expecting to be told to hop on one foot and do the hooky pooke but she only padded me down, inspected all my pocket and appendages. 

After having gone through this slightly traumatic ordeal, the only explanation for what happen next was that I had reverted back to a child-like state. I pleadingly looked at TAS agent # 6 and politely asked permission “May I sit on this bench and put my shoes on?” 

I already had a game of “Simon Says” so why not “Mother May I” 

As I sat breathing and putting my shoes back on and shoving my zip-loc bags back into my carry on I looked at all my other fellow travelers and I thanked God that I did not work at the airport. 

A few moments later as I settled in to have an egg and sausage croissant and a cup of coffee I had to pull out my journal and record this wonderfully strange and even humorous course of events. 

Once I has successfully purges my brain of the remarkable and some what ridiculous procedures of my security experience I was able to turn my focus to more pressing matters such as sunshine, warm beaches, palm trees and my wonderful husband who would in a few short hours be picking me up at the airport in sunny Puerto Rico. 

After leisurely eating my breakfast, texting my husband to let him know I had arrived safely at the airport and recording the traumatic event of my trip through security I arrived at Delta Gate A-04 at 10:05. 

They begin boarding twenty minutes later. 

So maybe leaving at 6:30 am for an 11:05 am flight wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

Airport trauma aside, my time with my husband in this beautiful, warm, breezy, sunny, peaceful, relaxing…….place was just the medicine I needed. It was one of the most relaxing and rejuvenating trips we have ever taken. The most strenuous thing we did all weekend long was pressing a few elevator buttons and deciding what to order for dinner each night. 

It was heaven! 



Friday, December 19, 2008

It' all a blur

Oh my where does the time go! 

I have post whirring around in my head, menu plans that need planning, gifts to wrap, working part time, let me clarify so you get the full picture........working part time at an office that is currently moving from an old and cramped office space to a new and more spacious office where I will actually have my very own office with a desk and a chair, it does not take much these days to make me happy. I thought packing my home was a chore. Let's just say yuck! The chaos will be short lived hopefully and all will be back to normal by the middle of next week. Another added bonus is that all the real heavy and complicated parts of the move were taken care of by professional movers. Big yaaaaaa!

Add in the reality of generally being old and to use my new favorite word "decrepit" I find that it at time is simply easier to sit and do nothing rather than obsess over all the thing that have not been done, written or planned, moved or unpacked.

A big thank you to the Microsoft powers that be for expeditious issuing a patch for the security issues. 

I will say that the added bonus to all of this is that I did download a free copy of the Google browser and have found that there is a spell check feature built in to the program. This may not seem like an important detail but for the spelling impaired it is a wonderful tool when you are leaving a comment on a blog, your spelling error's show up and if you right click you are able to correct your mistakes. Unless I am totally misinformed this feature is not available when commenting on a blog using the explorer browser. 

Oh! and my new favorite bargain are some really cool latte' mugs at the final clearance of the Linen's n Thing's going out of business sale! I hate that they are going out of business and all the people who work there are now out of a job, but the mugs are really great!

Well I'm off to unpack my new office, oh my stars I don't think I know how to act. I even have a door and two windows!

As I was brushing my hair and dressing I had additional thoughts for this morning post but in the short time that it took me to move from one room to another as well as a phone call from a friend theses no doubt brilliant thoughts have left my head. 


Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Warning! Warning! Danger Will Robinson! Danger! Danger!

Hello to all,
I saw a report on Good Morning America this morning about a press release from Microsoft about a potential security risk using their Explorer browser software. It seems that hackers have forund a flaw in the program (are we surprised!!!! maybe Mac’s are not a bad idea after all) and are able to access secure passwords and other information stored in Explorer. Microsoft is urging people to refrain from using Explorer browser. The news report also said that Microsoft is working on a security patch to fix this problem. Since I am not able to use my browser at home (I am posting this at the office) I am not able to give you the ABC website with the link to this report.

So until Microsoft fixes this problem all those who use Microsoft Explorer, me included will be at risk of having their personal information accessed by unscrupulous hackers. Now I realize that little old me is probably safe from prying eyes, I mean who am I in the grand scheme of things, but it is better to be safe than sorry.

Let us all pray that the powers that be will get this problem fixed. I will soon find out if I can I live with out logging on to my blog for more that a few days or doing a Google search! Well I am about to find out just how addicted I am to blogging and the internet. Are my hands starting to sake or have I had one to many cups of coffee, no internet, no blogging say it ain't so!!!!!!!!!!

Let’s get cracking Bill, I got stuff to say and thing to post and this security risk is getting in my way!

Friday, December 12, 2008

Oh my stars, I got a blog award.

The Lemonade Award

Which recognizes blogs that reveal great attitude and/or gratitude.

My sweet accountability sister and fellow blogger skoots1mom honored me with an award.
I have to tell you that there are not many people who you can completely count on in this life. I know that with out reservation that the friendship we share is one that is built on trust, love and a shared belief in our Heavenly Father. She is one of my dearest friends and has on many occasions been the strength that has held me up when I simply could not bear up under the weight of some very dark valleys.

In an effort to be obedient (well maybe halfway obedient, like skoots1mom I am only going to honor a few of my blogging friends) I am following the directions and passing this award on to several bloggers that I read that for me bring so many different things to my life, not to mention the specified great attitude of gratitude.

Sassy Granny has a unique wit and depth, you may read about history, science, her daily life or just what’s on her mind. I enjoy stopping by for my daily dose of this Sassy Granny. I can now claim my gray hair and unattractive neck as “credentials”. Now I call that a great attitude. Love ya Sassy Granny

http://walkingfaithfully.blogspot.com/: I just love her blog, what can I say the chicken stories and the puppy stories and in general her outlook on life are a breath of fresh air. I feel a kindred spirit with her desire to live simple and frugally. I love her tips and her attitude of appreciation for the simple things of life.

http://meyersonthehood.blogspot.com/: I love her sense of humor, her perspective, her attitude. I find her post to be filled with a sharp wit as well as a true heartfelt caring for those she loves.

Just Ruthie: I love reading about her memories of China, her perspective and her attitude of gratitude, oh and she just became a great granny!!!

I could go on and on and on. Yet I simply do not have time to nominate all of you as I have a Christmas family gathering at my house tomorrow and a company Christmas party tonight and my bathrooms need to be cleaned blab la bla bla…….life happenes while your are posting to your blog.

I have found this exploration into self expression with the written word through blogging one of my most rewarding experiences I have done in a very long time.
It began on a whim and now nearly a year later I have found that it is a source of comfort, friendship, strength, a laugh when it is needed most as well as a sense of connection to something much bigger than myself.
So now here are the rules for this award:

• Nominate at least 10 blogs which show great Attitude and/or Gratitude!
• Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.
• Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.
• Share the love and link to this post to the person from whom you received your award.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Just a Giggle to start the day

Several days ago a sweet friend sent me an email with several Maxine cartoons attached.
The older I get the more similar Maxine and I become.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

What is your favorite ornament?

Before we get to the incredibly Rocket Scientists portion of this blog, I am officially launching my first Mr. Linky opportunity for all to participate in, woo hoooo.

I wanted to give you all a glimpse into no doubt what has happen and is happening all over the world. Our homes are taken from a state of clutter and chaos as we unpack and unwrapped all the decorations and begin the transformation.

So here goes.

The Before...................................................

The After.........................................

Now for the Rocket Scientist portion of this post! I am so impressed with myself for figuring this out, you all will have to forgive me. I am sure (I hope) it will wear off quickly!
So what is your favorite ornament?

I shared with you in a previous post abut my favorite Christmas ornaments. We all have them, the ones made by tiny hands with glitter construction paper and lots of glue. I wanted to share with you my most precious Christmas ornaments.

The first one was made by my son when he was probably 4 or 5 years old. It is a sweet little baby Jesus made from a peanut. It brings back all the wonderful memories of when my son was little and sweet.

The second one was made by my daughter when she was about the same age. She had a special nursery worker, Miss Joy was her name. I attended a Wednesday morning bible study and many times my daughter had Miss Joy all to herself. She was a sweet older woman who loved my daughter just like a grandmother. She went out of her way to provide crafts for the children to make and often times brought things on her own for them to do. It is a simple empty toilet paper holder wrapped in construction paper with some yellow yarn, but its worth to me is more than gold.

I love these two ornaments and it does not feel like the tree is fully decorated until these two ornaments are unwrapped and hung on the tree.

So what is your favorite ornament?

Leave me a comment to let me know you are participation. I know there will be some wonderful ornaments shared as well as all the special memories connected to all that glittter, glue and construction paper.
Merry Christmas

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Thursday, December 4, 2008

I’m leaving on a jet plane……….

It is with great regret (LIKE SO TOTALLY NOT!) that I share with all of you that I will probably not be posting to my bog for the next few days.

Sadly, I have to take a trip to Puerto Rico (OH MY STARS!!, my husband has totally redeemed himself for jetting off and leaving me at home a few month ago to this sunny destination while I was at home with a nasty cold) and bask in the sun and lay on the beach and generally relax and totally not think about my last few Christmas gifts that need purchasing or the nasty day to day dramas that life brings my way.

If I can pull myself away from my lounge chair on the beach I may post a few pictures so you can all feel (totally jealous) like your there with me.

I am flying out in the morning and will have Friday afternoon and evening, all day Saturday and I will fly home on late Sunday afternoon.

I have to praise Jesus for my sweet accountability sister who is opening her home to my daughter for the weekend, my husbands frequent flyer miles, a paid for hotel and rental car, there are a few perks to having a husband who travels from time to time, so all I have to pick up the tab for are my meals while I am there.

You know the song……………

All my bags are packed (almost, a few things are still in the wash)
I’m ready to go

Bla bla bla bla
Bla bla bla bla
Bla bla bla bla
Bla bla bla bla

But, I’m leavin on a jet plane
Don’t know when Ill be back again (on Sunday afternoon, bummer)
Oh babe, I hate to come back home!


Wednesday, December 3, 2008

I couldn't stop with just my house!

I figured since I was decorating my house for the holidays my blog needed a bit of a holiday make-over as well!


Saturday, November 29, 2008

What is it about the holidays?

I was thinking this morning about how the transformation that happens in my home after thanksgiving?

It is a slow gradual process as the tree gets put up and the decorations get put on. I love unwrapping all my precious homemade ornaments and finding just the right spot to place then on the tree.

One of my favorites is a small baby Jesus ornament that my son made when he was a very little boy. It is made with Popsicle sticks and a peanut wrapped up in a small piece of blue cloth, Baby Jesus in the Manger, it is the sweetest ornament and quite possible my favorite. (I will post a picture of the ornament as soon as I come across it, all the ornaments are still waiting to be unboxed)

But as I was standing in my kitchen pouring my coffee I thought to myself that today is the day that I will make the switch. I will take all my Christmas coffee mugs down from their shelf and put all my normal everyday coffee cups away. This for me will then signal the beginning of the holidays. It is such small thing, however it really does set the tone, I think. It is just a silly little thing, but for me it begins the holidays.

Do you have a small tradition that really begins the holidays for you?


Tuesday, November 25, 2008

I'm a Rocket Scientist (not) I just figured out how to do a Mr. Linky!

Wooo Hooo for me!

It doesn't take much to make me feel like a rocket scientist!

I figured out how to do a Mr. Linkey! I don't have anything I want you to link up to I just wanted to see if I could figure it out.

I was feeling a bit inferior to all the other fabulous blogs out there who do the wonderful carnivals and vlogs or flogs and whatever else.

Hmmmmm....the possibilities are now opening up before me for future Mr. Linkey applications.....

Robin A.K.A Mr. Linkey Rocket Scientist

Monday, November 24, 2008

How do I feel about being 49?

It is amazing the difference perspective brings to my life.

When I think of my life and where I am at the ripe old age of 49. I see so many things that are surprising. I thought that the number 50 would bother me, but as I step into the year that I will draw near to this milestone I find that I am not as bothered by this approaching landmark as I thought I would be.

The grey hairs kind of bug me at times, but not enough to exert the time, energy and expense to get rid of them. A blogging friend of mine called them credentials, Wow! I like that!! They aren’t grey hair or wrinkles they are credentials, have mercy!!!!

The aches and pains are an inconvenience, but I have the perspective to recognize that they are minor in comparison to other physical health issues of some others that I know.

The short term memory loss, (now what was I saying, why did I come in here and why are my car keys in the freezer?) this can be a blessing as it clears away the mind and allows me to simply lets go of the unimportant. Thus far I have not forgotten my name, address and phone number and I can still recall my social security number, I do interchange my children’s name from time to time, and so far I have not inadvertently called my dear hubby Harrison (Ford) or Peirce (Brosnan).

In my youth there were days when I would sit and ponder my existence and what the meaning of life was all about, now I just shake my head at all the nonsensical meaningless pursuits that I wasted so much time on.

I am thankful that I have a much firmer grasp on what is truly important.

I am thankful that my definition of what a crisis is has changed dramatically.

I am thankful that I have an easier time recognizing the things I can control and the thing I can’t control.

I am thankful for good friends who love me enough to tell me when I am trying to control a situation or person that can’t be controlled.

I am thankful that I have learned that “No” is a complete sentence, and I am also thankful that I no longer feel the need to justify or explain why I have said it.

I am thankful that I can now appreciate the very simple things like a wonderful cup of coffee, a perfect spring morning, the sound of the garage door opening up as my husband comes home from work, that my daughter still likes to play, talk, and in general hang out with her mom, naps and the value of sleep in general, crawling into a freshly made bed with clean sheets, a really great bargain at the local Goodwill, a good meal, and an even better meal if I don’t have to fix it or clean up after it, a really hot shower, frozen yogurt, a hazelnut java chiller from sonic, and a really good glass of Pinot Griggo.

Now lest you think that I have it all together, please hear me, nothing could be farther from the truth.

After 26 years of marriage, much to my husband’s dismay I am still no better at cleaning toilets or mopping floors than I was when we got married. My official opinion on house work is this. When they start awarding cash prizes for clean kitchen floors and sparkling toilets then I will expend the effort to have them on a constant basis.

I thank Jesus every day for spell-check, I couldn’t win a spelling bee if my life depended on it.

I still wince at any signs of conflict.

I have a strong dis-like for shopping, I will go as far as say that I even hate it.

My filing system is very organized and scientific (NOT), I wait until the junk mail pile beside the computer gets so tall that it falls over and spills on to the floor, this is then the sign that it is time to go through the pile do the necessary shredding and tossing.

I am not very adventurous.

I struggle with being sarcastic.

I am impatient, cranky, judgmental and have been know to consider myself as “always being right”.

I tend to loose track of time, I have now worked on this post when I should have been thinking about what I will cook for diner, (I also subliminally forgot to take anything out of the freezer this morning as well) oh my goodness I guess we will just have to go out for dinner, I mean it is my birthday after all.

So how are you feeling about where you are in your life, your age, your whatever????


Sunday, November 23, 2008

You may now call me "Wise Middle Aged Spider Woman "

What a hoot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Your Native American Name Is...

Nadie Kokyangwuti

Your name means: Wise Middle Aged Spider Woman

If you play let me know what your name is!!!!!!
Wise Middle Aged Spider Woman signing off for now!!!!!

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Three words.......

The other day during my bible study our facilitator opened up our study time with a prayer. Now this in itself is not unusual, we always open with a word of prayer. What I noticed were three words she spoke at the end of her prayer. After the prayer was over I leaned over and whispered to a friend that these words brought back a memory of my grandmother. I do not recall a prayer from her mouth that did not include these three words.

It is one of those regrets in life that I learned the hard way, I wish now I had paid more attention to those precious moments and possible written some of them down, but sadly I did not. The ignorance of youth and the illusion that we have all the time in the world is such a fantasy.

I have such a clear picture of my grandmother sitting at the head of our table and bowing her beautiful silver haired head to bless our meal. Her hands were so gnarled from arthritis that it was painful to look at them but none the less she would lift them and attempt to place them together, regretfully her permanently bent fingers were frozen in place, twisted and unsteady, but she folded them in from of her the best she could and she would begin to pray….Dear Heavenly Father……….lead, guide and direct us in all your ways……..Amen.

I have not been able to get these three words out of my mind. I began to dissect them, on first hearing they may all seem to be very similar in meaning. Lead, guide and direct, for all that is similar about these three words there are some very distinct differences as well.

To lead implies that I am willing to “be lead” this means that I am willing to follow, to yield my authority over to someone else. It also means that I have to give up my desire to be first. If I am being lead then someone else has to be in front of me.

To guide implies that there is someone who has knowledge and experience in charge. I would not think of taking a white water rafting trip or an African safari without an experienced guide along. Secondly it would be foolish to ignore the advice of a seasoned guide and wander off on my own, the dangers of walking in ignorance can lead to so many tragic circumstances.

To direct implies that the path has already been laid out, whoever is doing the directing is very familiar with the way and knows all the intricate turns and twists that you will face along the way. We have all experienced this, you print out the directions from either MapQuest or Yahoo Maps and you set out confidently placing your faith and trust in the technology to get you where you need to go only to find yourself hopelessly lost. If the directions you are placing your faith in are flawed or inaccurate then you will not reach your destination.

As I pondered these three words it is such a simple revelation on how much more simplified my life has become since I yielded my authority over to my Heavenly Father. As I have allowed myself to be lead by Him, the reigns of control that I held so tightly too, that at times had a strangle hold on me were loosed. I feel a sense of freedom that is hard to describe. It seems almost incongruent that along with the act of yielding the end result is freedom.

I also recognize that it is ok if I don’t know everything, it’s ok if I don’t understand the twist and turns my life takes, they may be painful at times, but I know that when God is in the lead it will be all right.

Another amazing character trait of God is His ability to multi-task. When I am following His lead for my life, this also translates to God having “my back”.

“I got your back!”, it’s an expression my accountability sister and I use, it means that we are watching out for each other, we are protecting each other, praying for each other and running interference or simply just being there when my strength has run out and I need to lean upon someone else for support.

God is leading me, but he also has my back!

I have also found that when I place all my faith and trust in Gods ability to guide me in all circumstance then I will never be lead astray. It is only when I strike out on my own, thinking that I know what I am dong without first consulting the one who know all things, well that is when I get into trouble.

Lastly, I have found that when I follow the directions, God’s Holy word, then I have all the tools I need at my disposal to make all the decisions in my life. I have the instruction manual, and it gives me all the direction I will ever need.

It will never be wrong, it will never give me inaccurate information, and I will never find myself lost and not know which turn to take as long as I am looking for my answers in Gods Holy word.

These three simple words may seem a bit old fashioned, but sometimes I need to be reminded of the unchanging and infallible character of God. I need to be reminded to let Him lead, guide and direct my path.

But don’t take my word for this,

EX 15:13 "In your unfailing love you will lead
the people you have redeemed.
In your strength you will guide them
to your holy dwelling.

EX 13:20 After leaving Succoth they camped at Etham on the edge of the desert. 21 By day the LORD went ahead of them in a pillar of cloud to guide them on their way and by night in a pillar of fire to give them light, so that they could travel by day or night. 22 Neither the pillar of cloud by day nor the pillar of fire by night left its place in front of the people.

PS 31:3 Since you are my rock and my fortress,
for the sake of your name lead and guide me.

PS 119:35 Direct me in the path of your commands,
for there I find delight.


Friday, November 21, 2008

Anticipating the Holidays

It’s in the air, the anticipation, the preparation, and the smells from the kitchen. I have a cake cooling on the counter, a pan of brownies in the oven, a pot of green beans in the crock pot and there are plans for homemade Mac and Cheese later.

With all this busyness the payoff is the gathering tomorrow at my sister’s house for our family thanksgiving.

In my blog hopping this morning there was a very similar theme going on. It seems that as the holidays grow nearer our thoughts are more focused on the things to come then the things of today. I know for myself with all the turmoil on the nightly news who would not want to place all their attention on sweet potato soufflé and looking for the perfect stuffing recipe.

With Thanksgiving just around the corner I am thinking about my life and all that I am thankful for. It at times is difficult to set aside the other aspect of life that at times scream louder then the praises, yet the wonderful thing about anticipation and preparation is that it has a unique way of refocusing my thoughts.

Every year I have a dilemma. I want everything to be the same, yet that bumps up against the desire to try something new. Traditions are such a huge part of the holidays for me. The things we do, grandmas dishes we use, the memories all these things kindle.

I have a vision in my head of the perfect thanksgiving. The beautiful table, set with fall colors and the shimmer of candle light and the food beautiful displayed in serving bowls down the center of the table with the center piece being a golden brown roasted turkey. We all gather around the table for wonderful conversation and an even more wonderful food. The meal is enjoyed leisurely, savored to the fullest.

After dinner it is time to pull out the photograph albums, light the fire, tune the stereo to some wonderful Christmas music and settle in after a wonderful meal with my pie and coffee.

I am going to hold on to this the vision of this perfect Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving in my head for the reality will be closer to noisy raucous children, barking dogs, cat’s jumping up on the counter and the constant video games playing in the back ground while the dinner rolls are burning in the oven.

In an effort to remain in my dream thanksgiving for a bit longer I am going to concentrate on the things in my life that I am truly thankful for:

  1. My relationship with my Heavenly Father

  2. My wonderful husband

  3. My sweet daughter

  4. The fact that my son is healthy and has a job

  5. My accountability sisters

  6. That my daughter and I can now work side by side in the kitchen.

  7. That my husband has a job

  8. That we do not live above our means

  9. That my pantry is full

  10. And hopefully next year we can have thanksgiving at my house!

So how do you spend the holidays?

What are your favorite Holiday taditions?

What is your perfect thanksgiving?

What are you thankful for this season?


Monday, November 17, 2008

Fall Into Flavor......Chicken Florentine

This recipe is not necessarily very thanksgivvy, but I tried it just yesterday and was so happy with the outcome I had to share it.

It is one I saw on Food network, a Paula Dean recipe so of course it is loaded with butter, mayonnaise, and CHEESE etc…. however I did make a few substitutions if you feel like lightening it up a bit.

I found that with my substitutions I was still very good. My substitutions are in italics.

It will be a keeper for many future evening meals and covered dish suppers.

Chicken Florentine


2 (10-ounce) packages frozen chopped spinach

6 chicken breast halves (about 4 pounds), cooked, boned, and shredded

2 (10 3/4-ounce) cans condensed cream of mushroom soup
I substituted the 98% fat free mushroom soup

1 cup mayonnaise
I substituted about ½ to ¾ cup light mayonnaise

1 cup sour cream
I substituted Fat free Sour Cream

2 cup grated sharp Cheddar
I cut this back by half and only uses a cup of cheese

2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
I zested about half of the lemon and added the zest as well

1 teaspoon curry powder

Salt and freshly ground black pepper

1/2 cup dry white wine

1/2 cup freshly grated Parmesan

1/2 cup soft bread crumbs

2 tablespoons butter


Remove the outer wrappers from the box of spinach.

Open 1 end of each box.

Microwave on full power for 2 minutes, until thawed.

I just took my spinach out in the morning and let it thaw in the sink, then squeezed all the water out of it.

Drain the spinach and put into a large bowl.

Add the shredded chicken.

In a medium bowl, combine the soup, mayonnaise, sour cream, Cheddar, lemon juice, curry powder, salt and pepper, to taste, and wine.

Whisk together to make a sauce.

Pour the sauce over the spinach and chicken.

Mix well with a spatula.

Place the mixture into an 11 by 7-inch casserole dish or 2 (9-inch) square disposable aluminum foil pans that have been sprayed with vegetable oil cooking spray.

Pat down evenly and smooth with a spatula.

Combine the Parmesan and bread crumbs and sprinkle over the top.

Dot with the butter.
I omitted this step and just sprayed the top lightly with a spritz of cooking spray

Wrap the uncooked casserole securely with plastic wrap, then with aluminum foil.

Place each pan into a plastic freezer bag and seal.

Place into freezer.

Allow casserole to thaw 24 hours in refrigerator.

When ready to bake, remove the plastic wrap and foil.

Bake uncovered at 350 degrees F for about 30 minutes until bubbly.

Super yummy!

I also like that the recipe will make either one large casserole dish or two small.

This is wonderful being able to have one for diner and one to freeze for later.

Love it! Love It! Love It!


Saturday, November 15, 2008

Bread of Life

I am not sure what it is about the turn of seasons, but for me with the change in temperature and the falling of the leaves spur in me a desire for warm comforting smells emanating from my kitchen.

I think that there can be no better smell than the yeasty aroma of a loaf of homemade bread filling my home.

The aroma begins with the first pouring of the warm water over the dry yeast and the tiny little microbes or whatever they are spring into action. The little bubbles signaling to me that a mysterious process is taking place. The scent lifts from my mixer bowl and fills the kitchen.

As the bread proofs in a warm oven it grows, and grows and again the heady aroma fills the air.

The feel of the dough in my hands as I form it into loaves, it is soft, firm, pliable, elastic and again fragrant.

This beginning perfume is only intensified as it is altered by the heat of my oven. The raw yeast smell transforms into a full and fragrant fall bouquet. The smell of the homemade bread laden with cinnamon and raisins permeates every inch of my home.

The mouth salivates with anticipation for the first slice toasted and slathered with butter.

It lingers in the air for almost a full 24 hours, for the next day the house is still lightly holding on to the process.

Yes I know it takes a bit of time, yes I know it takes a bit of effort. But for me the smell, the taste, the knowledge that the process of making homemade bread has not changes for thousands of years somehow connects me to something ancient.

The tools I use may be a bit different but the yeast, the flour, all the steps from the blooming of the yeast to the loaves cooling on a rack are basically the same as they were thousands of years ago. I find that such a comfort.

A little flour, a little yeast and little kneading, let it sit for an hour and punch it down.

Turn out on to a floured surface and form a rectangle

Sprinkle generously with lots of cinnamon sugar and raisins

Roll and tuck, press and form into loaves

Into the pans for the second proofing

One hour later

Proofed and ready to bake, I love how it rises up and billows in a perfect rounded top, it reminds me of a plump pudgy cheek, you can decide which kind of cheek

Into the over for 30 or so minutes and

Cooling on a rack

Sliced it up

Into the toaster

As I sat on my living room sofa and breathed in the aroma of the bread baking filling my house the word of My Savior come to my mind.
JN 6:35 Then Jesus declared, "I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go hungry,
As I was surrounded by the amazing fragrance, as we broke the bread and shared it together during our evening meal these word for me we re-defined a bit more.
I know of many wonderful aromas, I know of many mouth watering and delicious delicacies, but as the fragrance of the bread filled the air around me I could understand more clearly why Jesus would use this particular analogy.
I know you can’t smell it, but I wanted to share a bit of the process and maybe just maybe your home will be vicariously filled with this amazing fragrance of the bread of life.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Six degrees of separation or blogeration or just a bunch of my random thoughts.

I love how clicking over to my blog leads me to so many different thoughts and people. This morning I was comforted by a wonderful Scottish poem and then I checked in on 2 cup of coffee and she had bounced off a blog and did a post which was spurred off of someone else’s blog and so on and so on and so on and there you have the six degree of blogeration so I thought I would add my (I've lost count what degree it is ) of separation to this random chain in the blogosphere.

So here it is for all it’s worth!

What is your writing process?

For me it is a definite prompting. There are times when it seems as if there is a tiny voice in my head that tells me to write it down, there are multiple scriptures that reference God specifically telling his people to write something down, no I am far from saying that what I place down on paper is prophetic, but it is just an example of how best to describe my process.

I will be doing something random and then a thought or germ of an idea will flash in my brain and I will just know I will need to write it down. I have kept a written journal for many years and have been placing my thoughts down on paper since I was a teenager. I know, I know a scary thought that when I am gone there will be boxes and boxes of my random thought just lying around to traumatize my children, but I digress. I found that I would begin to place my thoughts down on paper but somehow it would transition into something else. I would be casually writing along and then it would turn into something that I knew was somehow more that just my inner workings.

It took me many years to chew on the realization that this transformation was called writing and it took me even longer to get over the fear of actually admitting to myself and to others that I wanted to be a writer. I mean writers are smart people with collage degrees and diverse vocabularies…….Oh my gosh did I just write that down for all to see!!!!!!!

What are your greatest creative inspirations?

I have noticed that there are two very specific triggers for me. The first being God’s word or His creation. I have really come to accept over the last few years that God has placed a call to write in my heart. There are specific times when I will read a specific passage of scripture and then these thoughts will come flowing into my brain and it feels like a waterfall. If I do not stop and take the time to get them out of my head and down on paper then I feel unsettled.

The second is life observations, there are times when I will be doing a random thing, be outside or even something as simple a household chores and I will have sort of a mini revelation that will connect with how great God is and how wonderful He orchestrate things and again it will whirl around in my head until I place it down on paper. What are your greatest creative barriers?
Maintaining balance. Time constraints. Setting priorities. Knowing that stuff has to get done, working part time, but also recognizing that if I do not devote the time to actually spending time working on being a writer then it will never happen. What is your favorite word? Hush or serendipity or congruent

What is your least favorite word?


What sound or noise do you love?

I could sit by the ocean for hours, the soft yet thundering cadence of how the waves roll in and out can soothe most any trouble. I have a CD of ocean waves that I will play form time too time to help me sleep, second favorite sound is the hissing and gurgling that my coffee maker makes as it finished brewing my morning coffee, but I think that has more to do with the pavlovian response in knowing that my coffee is ready.

What sound or noise do you hate?

An electric pencil sharpener accompanied by a 13 year old with a handful of dull colored pencils.

What is your favorite curse word?

I rarely use profanity, but in have been know to utter a s _ _ _! Upon slicing my finger or stubbing my toe.

A song/band/type of music you'd risk wreck & injury to turn off when it comes on the radio?

Rap and Head banging screaming hard rock, I don’t think it should even be classified as music,

Best show on television?

Grey’s Anatomy, Lost, Boston Legal, Iron Chief America, Dancing with the Stars.

Favorite movie?

This for me is too difficult. I simply love movies. I love old movies, new movies, bad movies. Block busters, science fiction, thrillers, action adventure, romance, romantic comedy. I think it would be easier to tell you there are a few movie genres that I do not care for, I do not like to watch the blood and gore slashed tire movies, I do not care for the really dark serial killer criminal type movies.

Favorite room in your house?

The kitchen! I truly believe it is the heart of the home. It is where people congregate, it is where my daughter and I work side by side to prepare our evening meals. It is where I blow off steam. If I am having a personal crisis it is not uncommon for there to me multiple trays of muffins or cookies cooling across my kitchen island. I love getting in the kitchen and coming up with something new, experimenting with new recipes changing things up and trying new things.

As I work on this post there is a batch of cinnamon raisin bread proofing n the oven. The hours smell of yeast and cinnamon and by the end of the day there will be two homemade loaves of cinnamon raisin swirl bread cooling ready for Saturday morning breakfast tomorrow.

Best concert?

I am so totally not a music lover, but the last concept we went to was the “Music Build’s: Concert” tour. My hubby travels quite a bit and he was able to score us some free tickets to his concert from all the stays he got at a certain hotel chain. Let me see if I can remember who all was there. Switchfoot, Jars of Clay, Third Day and one other band that I can’t remember. It was a great concert.

Brass or strings?


If you could have anything put on a t-shirt what would it be?

Got Jesus?

..... or

Be considerate

(I absolutely hate rudeness and selfishness, folks need to recognize that it so is not abut them and see what it really is all about, knowing Jesus and learning to think of someone else before themselves!)

The best part about being your age?

Is there a good thing about being nearly fifty???? One year and a few days and counting until the big 50. Well I can say that I feel a whole lot more shelf assured about me and what I believe in. I am more confident in myself as a person and I feel competently competent, or at least if feel like I am on a path to becoming competently competent. (a phrase I stole from a recent Beth Moore Simulcast that I attended, which by the way was amazing!!!!!!!)

Favorite Girl Scout cookie?

Tri Foils

Poker or gin or bridge?

Go Fish or solitaire. I so don’t understand the rules of poker, or any card game for that matter.

Shower or bath?

Most days I take a shower, but if I have my house to myself and there have been no demand on the water heater then I can take a nice long hot bath. If DD and DH have had there nightly shower there is never enough hot water to fill up my garden tub, (note to self: next house or next project a tank-less water heater and all the hot water I can possible use all the time any time I want)

Favorite pajamas?

A light weight cotton tank top. No flannel or long sleeves for me. The night sweats and sudden hot flashes have hit with a vengeance and even on winter nights much to my DH dismay I have to have the ceiling fan running to keep me from bursting into flames. I will have to kick off my comforter during the night while my husband in hunkered down under two quilted doubled over so he can stay warm.

Nightmare job?

House cleaning or working in a daycare center. A shiver just ran down my spine at the thought of being a cleaning lady in a daycare center.

A talent you wish you had?

I am terrible at math, I wish I was a better speller and one day I would love to have a studio where I could learn how to throw a pot on a potter’s wheel.

I also would love to be able to think faster in my feet. I can not tell you the number of times when I am faced with a situation and I am at a complete loss for what to say. It will be hours later and then after I have pondered on the situation I will know what I should have said.

Dream vacation?

Any place tropical.

What's on your nightstand?

A small arrangement of artificial flowers, an alarm clock, a flashlight, a bookmark, an pony tail holder, a bottle of Aveeno Stress Relief Lotion, a telephone, the instruction manual to a cell phone, a handkerchief, a sleep mask, the price tags and size tags from a recent purchase and a tiny zip lock bag with a button in it, you now the kind they attach to a new blouse or sweater with a replacement button.

3 weird things about you:

When I eat M&M’s I will open the bag and dump them out and group all the different colors together. I will then eat them according to color. Sometime I go from the most of one color to the least but then other times I will go from least to the most, unless I am at the theater and then you have to eat them straight out of the bag.

I would rather have silence than listen to music.

I lack the shopping gene, in fact I will go as far as to say that shopping is my very least favorite thing to do ever, I would rather do anything even clean my house than go shopping.

Give me a shout out if you feel the need to add to this little blog hopping degrees of separation.


Tuesday, November 11, 2008

And the Winner is.........

Que the fireworks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Release the balloons!!!!

Let the confetti fly!!!!

Pop the corks!!!!!

Because we have a winner........................................................

In a highly scientific process involving a plastic bowl, some scrap paper and the assistance of my DD

I am proud to announce the winner of my 100th post give away is.....

Applause!!! Applause!!! Applause!!!!!

Let's all do the Happy Dance!!!!

Wooo Hooooo!!!!!!!

Monday, November 10, 2008

O.C.D. a.k.a. Obsessive Crocheting Disorder

New information was released today to the general public about a disturbing new disorder becoming more prevalent in the knitting and crocheting society. The findings from this ground breaking study are shedding some much needed light onto a little know and newly discovered disordered.

Obsessive Crocheting Disorder is a closely related form of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, however the symptoms seem to be closely related to the weather. Research studies have found a link between the drop in temperature and the rise of reported cases of Obsessive Crocheting Disorder. However scientists are still unable to determine why the colder temperatures seem to bring the onset of this disturbing disorder.

In researching this new disorder doctors interview a cross section of society and found that there are several symptoms that can all be indicators of this disorder. Sadly this disorder can also be genetic and passed from one generation to another. To date there is no know test to detect the genetic causes of this disorder but in an effort to help educate the general public as to the seriousness of this condition they are releasing their findings to the general public.

Sufferers from this disorder report symptoms such as:

  • Experiencing a constant and underlying thought in there mind that they need to be crocheting.

  • an uncontrollable pull toward the yarn bag

  • feelings of dissatisfaction in all other areas of life while an unfinished project lay dormant.

  • upon entering any retail center such as Wal Mart or Hobby Lobby there is an automatic response to head directly for the yarn isle to see if anything is on sale.

  • an unwillingness to throw away the paper wrappers around the skeins because of the free patter on the back side.

  • the accumulation of small balls of left over yarn

  • a desire to have multiple projects going at once, this last symptom can further complicate this difficult disorder as the brain has difficulty setting priorities and the lines between normal boundaries begin to blur and the sufferers no longer have the ability to distinguish between normal time and time spent crocheting.

  • yarn hording (the needless buying of yarn with the intention of doing something with it in the future)

    Family members report feelings of becoming invisible as well as a sudden loss of hearing in the they can not get the attention of their loved ones while they are crocheting. “Just let me get to the end of this row….” is a common excuse reported by frustrated family members.

    In studying the catscan’s of the study participants scientist have found that the brain of one suffering from Obsessive Crocheting Disorder simply can not distinguish between the normal priorities of life such as cooking, cleaning, bill paying and general parenting when there is a prayer shawl or blanket that remains unfinished with in a ten foot radius of their physical presence.

    Individuals with documented cases of O.C.D. have reported to their physicians of experiencing what can only be describes as phantom like symptoms such as the feeling of yarn puling through there fingers when they are doing ordinary things. They also report that random thoughts such as wondering if they have the right size hooks at home or if they have enough yarn to finish the project preoccupy their thought processes.

    Doctors report that it is not uncommon for sufferers of this disorder to experience times of intense anxiety when they skip a stitch, realize that they have miscounted or have trouble decipher the code language that is unique to the crocheting subculture:
  • (example of code)
    With A, ch 101. Sc in second ch from hook and in each of next 6 chs, * 3 sc in next ch, sc in next 7 ch, skip next 2 ch, sc in each of next 7 chs, repeat from * 4 more times, 3 sc in next ch, sc in each of last 7 ch. Fasten off A, turn…..repeat 45 rows until pieces measures 45 inches or you simply loose your mind or run out of yarn and refuse to make another tip to the Wal Mart for more.

    On a more positive note the study findings did report that the individual suffering for this disorder experience moments of intense satisfaction upon completion of a crocheting project, as well as multiple occurrences of “OOOOH’s and AHHHHH’s and Oh my word, did you make that, it’s so beautiful!” from onlookers which tended to spur the sufferers on to more and more crocheting.

    As of yet there is no know treatment for Obsessive Crocheting Disorder, however researchers are hopeful that as more is learned about this unique disorder that a cure will eventually be found.


On a personal note I am considering forming a 12 step program for those suffering from Obsessive Crocheting Disorder.

Hi! My name is Robin and I can’t stop working my blanket.

I actually bought all the yarn in the bin at the Wal Mart just because I would rather take back the skeins that I do not use rather than have to make a special trip back because I have run out.

Someone help me!!!!!
(the project I am working on is top secret and it is going to be really pretty when it is finished!!!!)

And sad but true, as I finish this post my DD is sitting at the end of the sofa working on her very first crochet project. I was instructed last night as she ran out of yarn to make sure I stopped at the Hobby Lobby on my way home from work today to pick up some more of the yarn she needed, because they did not have the specific kind of yarn at the Wal Mart.

Oh no! Like mother like daughter.

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