BUTTON

Considering that I am a far cry from a computer geek, I'm pretty impressed that I created my own button! You can have one if you want. It's right over there------->

Window Treatment

Once again, I'm partying with the Funky Junk crowd. This week's feature is window treatments. You may want to go check out the other posters.

I live in a very old house with very tall windows. While they are lovely to look at, they are not lovely to dress since my budget does not live in the custom drape world. I can buy lace panels and some curtains at IKEA so I'm supposin' that Swedes are into very tall windows or they're into that fashionable trend of piles of fabric laying on the floor for their kittens and dust bunnies to curl up on. Not so loving the look here even though I do have it going on in at least one room.

Anyhow, my curtain dilemma is solved by purchasing clearanced table cloths--usually after Christmas and usually Martha Stewart. They are cheap and long and washable. After all, you can spill all sorts of things on tablecloths because they are made to clean up nicely.

I used IKEA lace panels--which are also cheap and long and washable--and made the half curtains from the tablecloths. The trim, which was purchased in bulk on clearance at Hobby Lobby, is just draped on the middle support hook. That way I can wash the curtains without the trim getting all messed up. Or I can make a zillion tassels out of it when I'm tired of the look.

How convenient that I bought a round one by mistake. It made a cute curtain for the sink window.

I've also used IKEA lace panels to make a wall behind my bed and my daughter's and the gold panel is a tablecloth. Closets are pretty scarce in an old house, so we have to get creative with storage.

The following isn't a window treatment but more of a door treatment. It serves as a good reminder each morning when we leave the house. I love that my daughter sells wall words.

Art Project Repost

I posted this project almost two years ago, and I still get an occasional comment on it. I will consider doing a tutorial if there is interest. Just leave a comment if you are so that I know whether it is worth my while. :)

One of the things I miss about not being home all the time is spending time doing creative projects. While visiting at a homeschooling friend's home in Florida, Tessa and I both took time to create with the *best*! If you want to be inspired and encouraged to live creatively, you must visit these folks.

First, I raided their dress-up stuff.
Then I took some photos!

Then Melanie walked me through the steps to create my masterpiece!

The photo captured Tessa's love for entering the world of imagination through books. The canvas looks great in my kitchen and is a reminder of this incredible stage of childhood and an unforgettable visit with friends.

Christmas Tutorial: Day Seven

On the seventh day of Christmas tu--tor--i--als you'll see
Pink and Polka's Aprons
Tassels by Mandy,
Heather's Buuuuuun--tings,
Denise's little birds,
Sandy's coasters,

Nester's ragamuffin garland

and
A dish ma--at made by Darby!

EDIE'S GUEST POST

This was put together for Edie's 12 Days of Christmas Tutorials.
It's also posted here for your viewing and learning pleasure.

PAPER AND FABRIC BIRDS

I created my version of the little paper/fabric bird after seeing some out of my price range on Etsy. It took many tries--which you can read about here, but I think I finally *landed* on the perfect little decorating accessory.

Step 1: Pick out cute fabric and cut out pieces.
(Get a PDF of the pattern here.)

Note: I would not attempt a paper bird first; but when you are ready, make your pattern out of something clear so that you can place it over the area of the map that you want to show. I used the plastic that was the window on some packaging. It is easier to see if you outline it with a permanent marker.

Note: I use quilter's thread, small black beads, and old lady glasses for the next step. And in case you are wondering, in the above photo, LB stands for Little Bird. There are BB pieces as well. I used a small hole punch to make a template for the eye placement.

Step 2: Sew on the small beads for eyes

Step 3: Line up the small head piece for sewing first.

Step 4: Sew in the directions of the arrows on the pattern.
(Back of head to front of head to back of head to tail to beak to middle of belly.)
Clear as mud?

Note: I'm not sure I have ever sewn a bird the same way twice. Do what works best for you.

Step 5: Stuff bird.

Note: Use a pencil to get the stuffing in the tail. Poly-fil works fine for the fabric birds, but you will want to use a pulled apart cotton ball for the tail of a paper one. The Poly-fil will just keep sliding out and it will bug you.

Step 6: Sew shut.

Step 7: Make legs.

Note: I use 24-guage wire, but I think a large paper clip could also work--not a small paper clip because the legs would be too short. I know that because I tried it today when I couldn't find my spool of wire. I use a jewelry tool, but needle-nosed pliers would probably work. I made the shape below out of a thicker wire to show the shape more clearly--actually, I made it because I couldn't locate the missing spool of wire.

Step 7: Glue in legs.

Note: There are dots on the pattern to give you an idea of leg placement. Believe me, this is not an exact science. Getting the balance just right takes a bit of patience. I roll the ends of the wire in some tacky glue and then shove them through the holes that I make using a bigger needle--you know, stick it in and then just roll it around to make a bit of an opening in the fabric. I make sure the legs are about the same length and then allow the glue to dry. I then balance the fellow by holding down the feet and making slight adjustments to the angle of the legs. Sounds more complicated than it is.

Step 8: Give as a present and make people smile. See for yourself here.

More birds can be seen in this post.

GETTING IN THE MOOD

Doesn't this just get you in the mood for Christmas?
I think it's my all time favorite shot!

BIRD MAKING 101

Because I am guest posting on Edie's blog this week, I thought that I should practice my tutorial on some real live crafters first. You'll be glad to know that I did tweak my directions a wee bit after Friday's craft fest. Of course, they probably would have been happier if I had tweaked before Friday! I am thrilled to report though that nobody gave up, and each went home with a darling little bird.

Another Party at Funky Junk

This week's theme is "Anything Goes," but Donna has showcased metal things. I linked to a previous *metal* post, but also worked on a metal project this weekend that I'm pretty pleased with! I am not quite ready to post it yet, but watch for it sometime this week!

12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS TUTORIALS

On the first day of Christmas tu--tor--i--als you'll see
A dish ma--at made by Darby!



Wow, just eleven more days. The pressure is now on.

FALL HAPPY CRAFTS

Quick and simple is my motto this year when it comes to crafts! And the following two fit in both categories--and they are also cheap!

I put stickers on an incredibly real-looking, fake green apple from Walmart ($1) for my desk at school. I told you--quick, simple, and cheap! Yes, I'm known as Mrs. V. there. There are not many brave enough to tackle the Italian last name in these parts.

This next craft doesn't require a tutorial, but since I took the pictures, I'll go ahead and act like everyone reading this is dopey.

1. Buy fake pumpkins--the bigger the better.

2. Spray fake pumpkins white.

3. Choose a variety of ribbons and trims.
4. Cut to size.

5. Hot glue the ribbons/trims in the grooves of the pumpkin.

I actually hot-glued all the tops around the stems first. Then I did a little in the middle and then underneath. There is no need to hot glue the entire length--unless you just enjoy it.

6. Wrap the stem with twine.
I used tacky glue for this so I didn't burn the tips of my fingers off.
7. Tie some ribbons around the stem.

8. Enjoy for years to come.

FLASHBACK DAY

What fun we've had at school with our first spirit week activities. It started with pajama day and will end tomorrow with crazy hair day. There was a bunch of other stuff in the middle. I'm too tired to post--tired from doing the YMCA and the Chicken Dance and other such nonsense. I'm all about spirit week. And then there is all the cleaning I'm having to do to host our first craft club meeting tomorrow. I just didn't want to be forgotten, so I will give you a sneak peek at the week. Just know that there are plenty more where these photos came from.

VIGNETTE PARTY

Donna at Funky Junk Interiors is hosting a vignette linky party, and I decided to go. As if I haven't done enough partying this weekend already!

I am actually going to kill two *birds* with one post by participating. First, I'm going to share some vignettes that include my famous handmade birds, and then I'm going to tell you that I will be guest posting at Life in Grace as part of her 12 Days of Christmas Crafts Tutorials. And what I am going to show you how to make are my famous birds.

These groupings should be on the top of my bookcases in the upstairs family room. *Should* being the operative word. They are presently piled on the hall floor while the ceiling is being replaced. Besides the birds, I am also sweet on the decoupaged oval frame.

You may notice that I like books and birds.

I didn't realize that I had such a bird theme going on.
There are even a few birds hanging out on my coffee table.

Tessa's art work from fourth grade is grouped together on this door in our living room.

RANDOM DAY

I don't know what it is about October, but there seem to be more birthday parties and activities than any other month. Three of my own children were born in this month, so that doesn't help either. Anyway, this Saturday was jammed packed with things to do.

We started bright and early at Edie's yard sale. That was fun. Even though we were there within an hour of its opening, she had already sold quite a bit.

She was organized and had fun tags on a lot of things. She also had some really cute helpers.

And she was dressed all "Edie" like. I tried to buy her hat.

I think she caved to the Nester's pressure because there were lots of fake things for sale.

I walked away with a Longaberger basket, a basket full of eggs, a dress for my granddaughter, and an elephant bookend. I have been looking for a basket to designate as the going up or down container. Now the stairs can remain clear so I don't trip and break my neck.

Then it was off to an eleven o'clock birthday party for one of my favorite little girls, Sarah-Cate.

I designated myself as the official photographer.
The sock scarecrows were adorable as were the guests.
Ashley Anna, Olivia, Haleigh Raye

And the apples were yummy.
Sarah-Cate's mom, Emily, Ashlyn

Emma

I think she liked this present--and all that followed!
Emma Kate, Sarah-Cate, Ashlyn

Anna

Nate, Kenzie

Nate can find inspiration in almost anything.

Happy Birthday, Sarah-Cate!

Right after the party, I had to rush home to make a pin for another birthday girl, Treca.

Nate, the resident artist, was once again creating his own masterpiece with scraps.

I also made a spirit stick for school, which involved spray painting and hot gluing, while cooking roasted cauliflower soup for our next event: a school bonfire.

I forgot my camera, so a friend was nice enough to send some photos to me today!

a group of us from school

Kelly and Kenzie

I couldn't possibly explain this shot.

It was a long day, but fun to connect with so many friends along the way!

DEALING

The house is a mess--I mean a big mess. The upstairs ceiling which was ripped out two weeks before Ryan left for boot camp--that would make it at least seven--yes, I said, seven--weeks ago--is still not finished. It is so much fun being married to a contractor. Almost as fun as being married to a plumber--oh, he's that as well. That just reminded me--I mean it, really--that I noticed a slight flood in the basement four or five or was it six days ago. I did try to call the plumber husband to tell him, but he did not answer, and then I forgot. I don't really frequent the basement. He'll get right on it I'm sure.

So anyway, all of the stuff from the upstairs family room is either in Tessa's room, my bedroom, or the hallway. That means that every room upstairs is upside down. And the downstairs is totally covered with dust from the tear out and the sawing. It's frustrating because there is no point trying to decorate for fall--my favorite season. And there is no point creating more fun fall stuff because I am quite certain that the ceiling will not be done this season. Call me a realist if you have to call me something.

The three plates that I picked up at the Goodwill this summer will probably be the most excitement I'm going to see this season.

RWD

When my oldest son was younger, he was always trying to invent something. He had high hopes of becoming famous and making lots of money when one of his creations hit the mass market. It is a fact that everyone of us wants to leave his/her mark in this world by being involved in something that matters--something significant. He was no different. And neither am I.

Well, I think I'm on to something, and I am pretty certain that I am going to be famous when word gets out. Yep, it took me 50 something years, but I have identified and even named a disorder that is sure to earn me recognition with a whole group of folks. I hesitate to box myself in by limiting the exact group parameters because this may be bigger and more widespread than I think.

The symptom of the disorder is pretty easy to spot. An otherwise intelligent, articulate person opens his/her mouth to speak and something crazy pops out: an unrelated word, thought, or person's name. I mean it just pops out-- to the shock of speaker and hearer.

This syndrome from here on out will be referred to as RWD--Random Word Disorder. I identified it and named it, and don't you forget it. When word gets around, I will be famous.--and hopefully speechless. Onomatopoeia. That is a good example of a RWD.

This child still loves me in spite of the fact
that I rarely get her name right.
She's bound to be even more understanding
now that my condition has a name.

CRUISE TAKE TWO

In an effort to get these photos posted, I neglected to write how I really felt about cruising. While I loved getting away, spending time with my daughter, and experiencing something new together, cruising is probably not my thing. It is my opinion that cruising is best for folks who enjoy drinking, gambling, running around half-naked, or who want to be a glutton for a few days--none of which are top on my list. The only show we attended left me feeling a bit uncomfortable and convicted about bringing my daughter to it. We did not go the next two nights--especially since one was had a strong PG-13 advisory. I couldn't imagine sitting through one any more revealing.

While the cruise line is not responsible for what their guests do, I do believe that they create an atmosphere that is either family-friendly or not. This one was not. When we turned on the tv in the room, the cruise channel was advertising something more inappropriate that we see on regular tv--which is bad enough. I won't go into detail here, but there were several instances where my sil and I were appalled at what we saw. I am thankful that Tessa is still naive enough to be a bit clueless, so I did not have to try to explain things.

Also, the pool was quite small for 2500 people. It really was just a place for folks to stand around in and drink from coconuts. ;) There really was no swimming or playing in the water. I could not believe how many poeple could cram into a hot tub either. Too cozy for me! They did have a water slide on the top deck, but it did not land in a pool, only a tube of water. None of us were interested in that.

I would love to go on a Christian cruise or a Disney one, but I realize that they will cost quite a bit more since they probably don't make as much up on drinks and gambling. It is a trade off that I probably will be willing to make if I ever cruise again. Again, this is just my opinion. :) In spite of that, we did manage to enjoy ourselves. We just did different things than we had planned--like played a lot of Phase 10.

arriving at Port Canaveral

painting Tessa's toenails

looking out to sea

getting a tatoo



eating ice cream--again

waiting to eat the first night

admiring the color of the water

pulling into port

following the leader

visiting the dolphins at Atlantis

not eating at Bobby Flay's restaurant (closed)

looking up in the lobby at Altlantis

looking up in the casino

visiting the aquarium at Atlantis

experiencing the Straw Market

not digging the straw market

returning to the boat

meeting our roommate

waking

learning to make towel animals with Nelson

sitting by the pool

enjoying last dinner

dancing with Clarence

singing happy birthday

returning from dinner

meeting new friend

A TEENAGER IN THE HOUSE--AGAIN!

Happy Birthday Tessa!

I bought these really cool votives after Christmas on clearance last year at Pottery Barn in Nashville. I totally forgot about them until I found them while cleaning out our coat closet earlier today. They are numbered 1-24 and are intended to be used during Advent. Way back when I bought them, I thought how cool they would be on birthdays as well. Thank goodness I found them before my last child turned 24, and it would be too late! And thank goodness I remembered my initial thought about using them on birthdays! And thank goodness today was Tessa's birthday so I could use them before I forgot about them again.

When I took them out of the box, everyone groaned, "Are you going to light ALL 13 of them?" To which I answered, "That is what makes them fun!" Good grief, where did I get this bunch? And I was sooooo right. It was fun!

And just for some added fun, I tried every setting on my camera in an effort to get the effect that I was looking for. Unfortunately, when you do that you don't know which ones you actually want to avoid in the future.

TO MAC AND BACK

Everyone one of us will have that aha moment when we realize that no matter what we do or what we are willing to pay or how much we wish it, some things just ain't (yes, I have used the forbidden word) reversible. Like when you're 52, you're 52. A--HA! It doesn't matter that your mind lives in denial and you're willing to spend whatever it costs (well, excluding investing in surgical procedures and anything involving needles with puff-it-up or plump-it-out or freeze-in-place capabilities) or you've blown out a zillion wish candles--my point again. Time waits for no man--or woman.

You would think that life experience coupled with two years of hot flashes peppered with a fair amount of hormonally-induced emotional outbursts at inopportune times would have prepared me for the changes that seemingly overnight have taken place to my face. But it hasn't. That occasional glimpse as I walk by a mirror in a public place reminding me that I ain't no spring chicken any more still surprises me.

I have arrived though.

Last night's experience of being stark naked--not literally--what a god-awful thought--but make-up free under bright lights in a public place surrounded by young people has finally done it. If acceptance is a twelve-step program, I am now on number 13. How lucky for me.

I don't really care how many times the young MAC artist told me differently. I probably should have been in the Clinique chair to begin with. Notice the close proximity behind Aunt Marie.

Whatever was I thinking. And who's idea was it to go to my first ever makeover with 30-year-olds? Yes, Aunt Marie was there, but her skin is amazing and she wasn't having an identity crisis.

The whining must stop and the show must begin. Too bad for me.

Oh, and one more thing. I will offer very important advice throughout this post just because I am older and wiser. Those tidbits will be in red for obvious reasons.

Emily was just full of astute observations and sage advice after the fact. So, if you are inclined to go for a makeover with a young person with flawless skin--which I strongly discourage--please require them to share this information on the front end. Trust me on this one.

My makeup artist would not allow me to photograph her, only her necklace. so that leaves the description up to me. Two words: Tammy Faye. I know, Edie, you love it or you don't. I don't.

While I was getting my face scrubbed would have been a good time for Emily to share her sage advice: Always choose a makeup artist that sports a look you would like to have.

Hello! I didn't know that. I honestly would have chosen hers if she had told me in advance. She did not play fair, and that is all I'm going to say. And I will have to post the following photo out of order to make my point.

The second bit of advice that Emily and everybody else seemed to have after the fact was to communicate clearly what you want. Hello again. Don't you go for a makeover because you don't have a clue what you want? I have watched countless episodes of What Not to Wear, and Carmindy always takes control. I was trusting the expert when I said, "You decide what will work."

Perhaps if she asked me what I did for a living or how many grandchildren I had or where I shop or what I do in my spare time, the barn may have been painted differently. But she didn't. I was assured though that she was a soccer mom and her son was a very good student. She must have been judged by her appearance in the past to share such information. I wasn't judging.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Marie was really bonding with her artist, and Kelly was snapping photos and waiting patiently while hers waited on customers.

It physically pains me to post this next photo. I realize that I wasn't quite finished yet, but the camera does not lie. And I'm too poor now to buy Photoshop.

And my good friend, Emily, does not lie either. I believe her exact quote was "I like the top of your eyes." What are good friends for anyway?

The artist suggested that I fluff my hair.



No amount of fluffing was going to help.

I looked like Tammy Faye without the lashes. Lashes were out of the budget. I know that because I asked just to be polite and to make conversation with my artist who buys them by the case. She must get a discount.

Really, I tried to like the new look, but when I got up to view the others' progress, something happened inside. It was not just the realization that I was older and more wrinkly than the rest, but nobody else had been made up to look like a pentecostal preacher's wife--even though one was at least the preacher's wife part.

Although, at one point, Kelly did look like a battered wife. She learned that eye makeup is to be applied first so that you can clean up the overdusting. Yes, I made up that word, and she did not want me taking this picture.

And the end results were pretty amazing for Tammy's friend and relatives. Some were more comfortable in front of a camera than others.

Aren't those eyes amazing?

We are just about at the climax of this story. It was about this time that something started to happen to me. It wasn't just the hot flash or the low blood sugar or the trauma of being naked in the department store. This uninvited and unwanted wave of utter disappointment in the finished product just came over me, and it made me cry--I mean literally. My makeup artist left to no doubt spend time with her well-adjusted soccer playing son, and I was left feeling abandoned and wishing that I was not going to be the one to prove that MAC was waterproof.

Not that I really wanted to be able to repeat the look at home, but I wanted to buy something. Confusion and a whole host of other feelings hit me like tomatoes being thrown at a performer. Only I wasn't performing. I just wanted to look my personal best, and I was certain that this was not it. Or was it.

It's pretty sad when the MAC makeup artist asks to hug you . . .

and counsel you . . .

. . . while your friend dances to cheer you up.
How sweet. How humiliating.
How so much a part of this hormonal time of life.

By some miracle, I was able to dry my tears and allow her to do her magic. She wiped and swiped and concealed, and in the end restored my spirit and emptied my pocketbook.

Our department store visit ended with a visit to the Chanel counter where we met Jeffrey who allowed us to take his photo. We promised to go back for another makeover with him in a few weeks. He shared a few of his tricks with us and promised to have even more after his conference next week. We think he used to smoke something funny, but that is another story for another day. He even allowed us to take some final shots under his lighted umbrella. We felt like models as Kelly kept reminding us to smile with our eyes!

Surely, this post will get the Edie award.
That's all I can hope for.

SHE LOVES TO DANCE - CRUISE SNEAK PEEK

I wish I had time to blog about the whole trip tonight, but that is just impossible! I will, however, share a few shots of my dancing girl. She just makes her own fun wherever she goes! Oh, to be young and agile!

Tessa on the beach at Atlantis

Tessa at dinner getting in on the fun

her inspiration

Tessa on the beach at St. Augustine

SCHOOL PROJECTS AND THEN SOME

Tessa had two projects due last week. I hate that. Now don't get me wrong, creativity flows through our veins like nobody's business, but sometimes there are other things we want to do on the weekend besides snip and glue and draw under the constraints of somebody else's requirements. If we're going to make a mess, then I want to decide what I end up with in the end. But when I gave up homeschooling, I gave up some control.

Her first assignment was to create a diorama depicting the conversion of Saul. I could have cried when I read that one. We are diorama-ed out around here if you know what I mean. And a Bible scene? So I pleaded with the teacher to add another option--as a mother, not a staff member who used to have to evaluate his use of classical methodology in the classroom. And being the wonderful, gracious teacher that he is, he did just that. One of the alternative projects was a mosaic. Don't ask me where that idea came from; I was just glad that she did not have to do something with a shoebox.

Tessa chose a picture of the scene she wanted for inspiration from Google images, and I applied a one-inch grid to it using Publisher. She then drew it on heavy paper and then cut it out on the grid lines. She painted a square canvas black, then glued her drawing squares to the canvas, decoupaging it for better adhesion. She added yellow and white lines to illustrate the bright light and then attached a small book light for added effect. I was impressed.

Tessa's other project was based on the book Around the World in Eighty Days. She had a choice of illustrating a scene in detail or creating a map of the route that was taken in the book, including at least five memorable events that happened along the way. She applied her map to the side of a suitcase and labeled the cities using what looked like luggage tags. She also represented her five events through pictures from Google or her own drawings. Each student had to give a presentation in front of the class using his/her visual aid. I love how this project turned out as well. And an added bonus was that while shopping for the suitcase at Goodwill, I found several all wool sweater that we will use for our felting projects.

While Tessa worked on her suitcase, I enjoyed my first of what will probably be many fall projects. I don't know what it is about this season, but I just get inspired to make stuff. I came across this apple tutorial and just knew I had to try it. It cost nothing and was quick and easy.

A week after the power-crafting event at our house, I finally swept up the mess. Good grief! I can hardly believe I ignored this for an entire week. It is what it is.

CHOOSING TO FIND MY HAPPY PLACE

No matter where we are in life or what we are doing--whether it appears great or not so great--there is always something beneath the surface brewing--just waiting to happen. Sometimes we are not aware of it completely; sometimes maybe we have an inkling; sometimes we don't care. But life is life--as in alive, ever-changing. It's a tapestry of events and emotions woven together to make our stories. And each and every fiber of our lives have to do with the choices we or somebody in our path makes. And that's just the way it is.

Today I chose to find things around my house that make me smile. There is nothing special about any of these things--they just bring a smile to my face in spite of what is going on around me and them--and I mean quite literally, around me and them! You will see. As I crawl out of a bit of depression that has plagued me over the past month or so, I am thankful that today I really was able to smile with very little effort. That's a good thing. That's a God thing.

Of course, Ryan being in boot camp is one of those things that has brought and could again bring me down. And when I don't want to wring his neck for choosing what I think is crazy, I am very, very proud of him. I found a scrap piece of paper on my desk last week that he left behind--I'm sure, without thinking, since that is his way. It said the following:

Because we believe in a cause higher than self, we choose to serve our country, fully understanding that this service could result in our death.

That is a tough one for this mother.

But then today, while still in my pajamas, the doorbell rang, and my first response was none too happy. I looked out from the second story, praying that it was not somebody who would actually want to come in. It was the florist, praise the Lord! I was a bit surprised since my husband had already told me that he hadn't bought me anything for our anniversary which just happened to be today--32 years by the way. And I know my children would not *waste* money on flowers--much too practical for that.

Michael glanced quickly through the window of the envelope and announced that they were from Ryan--of all people. Surely not. Surely not. Even if all the planets were in a line, there is no way Ryan would even have remembered the date much less been willing to spend money on anything pink in honor of it. I can just imagine him asking his drill sergeant for permission to send his mama flowers for her anniversary. Yeah, I'm thinking not. My husband is some kind of eternal optimist thinking that somehow, some way, Ryan--always-willing-to-aggravate-his-mother Ryan--would send flowers for her anniversary. How funny is that? I am just trying to find my happy place, folks. But there they were: pink flowers!

They were from my friend Justine--in Canada--who had no idea it was my anniversary. Too funny. And too sweet. I was amazed at the timing. And the sentiment. And I made a choice to believe that God had something to do with this. And it made me smile.

I had three places I could have been today: shopping (of course), a birthday party, or a Florida vs. Tennessee football party (pretty low on my list of things to do except for the food). I said no to all in an attempt to get my house in order after a week--or month--of craziness. I also planned to blog as a reward for my day of hard labor. It was actually fun cleaning--well, almost fun--knowing that I was on the lookout for things along the way that make me smile.

You bloggers know what it's like when your mind starts racing as your post starts coming together. Believe me, not every post idea that passes through a crazed blogger's mind is inspired. Sometimes it takes a lot of thinking before you have something worthy. And sometimes that is even debatable. But in the end, if it made me smile today, it is being posted below! I hope something makes you smile as well.

My Staxx ring makes my morning routine a little more interesting and brings a smile to my face every day. Yes, it is true that I have had to add five more minutes to my prep time, but it is so worth it. I suppose I should include my occasional visit to Rowena's for new pieces as something else that makes me smile.

You may wonder why this little purple shelf below brings a smile to my face. Sometimes I do as well. I paid $20 for that little piece of happiness a few months ago and have not regretted it one bit. As you scroll further down, you will see that it is the only bright spot in an otherwise depressing room in need of a total overhaul. I'm secretly hoping that if I post the following photos, it will embarass my contractor husband into getting started on this bathroom.

Yes, that is a drop ceiling and peeling wallpaper and old wiring, and pink wallboard or something holding in the bulging plaster. And what about that window? Doesn't that purple shelf just make you smile?

Not everybody has a furnace behind a door outside their bedrooms on the second floor. Yep, I'm feeling special again. I suppose the good thing is that we actually have central heat and air--which we did not in the last house, but that is another story. If I get enough requests I may tell that story someday.

Anyway, the word CREATE always brings a smile to my face, as do magnetized chalkboards. I worked on this project a couple of weeks ago. Quick and easy. It isn't quite finished, but that's okay, I'm still smiling.

Then there's my new desk area. I shopped the house and found a table, a bookcase, a night stand, and a chair. Please try to ignore the ladder in the back until I'm done talking about my office area. You see, I work outside the home full-time and then do bookkeeping for my husband's company in my spare time. This is not something I enjoy. Nope, working for a contractor with ADHD--so not kidding--is not enjoyable to me. Remember--bookkeeping requires the keeping of books which requires the keeping of receipts and stuff like that. Before my own little corner with my own little chair, I rarely smiled during bookkeeping time. Now, I almost look forward to it. Almost being the operative word. Unfortunately, you will see in the photos that follow why this is the *smile* in an otherwise *frown* room.

Loving the light made from a wire basket, a string of lights with paper lanterns, and some willow balls (need a few more).

Yes, my filing is out of control, but at least it is in a nice basket. And the bills are in a cute tray that a friend's daughter recently made for me. Unfortunately neither really make me smile--filing or bills, not basket or tray--but they are included in the grouping.

And above my head . . . well, see for yourself. Now you know why my little corner brings a smile to my face. Another work in progress.

This IKEA pillow makes me smile. Enough said.

And this antique map.

And the strand of star lights in the bathroom.

And my absolute favorite plant ever. It closes up and goes to sleep at night. Really, it does. And I smile every time I see it.

And the random shots of my children and grandchildren throughout the house.

And my newly arranged coffee table.

With the love note from my granddaughter.

BE STILL AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD

It is hard . . . to be still . . . and quiet . . . and certain that nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing is too difficult for my God . . . and that in the midst of broken hearts and broken dreams, His ways are above my ways . . . and they are far superior . . . even if I don't understand them . . . so . . . I will be still and know that He is God.

Ryan leaves for the army on Tuesday. Pray for me. And for him.

Marie's Baptism

Answered Prayer!

CONSTRUCTION ZONE

Last year, the adults were allowed to go into the school during construction in order to write Scripture verses on all of the studs before the walls went up. It was such an awesome experience. Unfortunately, the students were not permitted on site during the construction phase, so they were unable to participate. Last week, two more classrooms were framed, which meant another opportunity to surround the rooms with Bible verses. And this time, the students could be there!

PRODUCTIVE WEEK

I have worked practically full time all summer, so it's a wonder that I've accomplished anything on my to-do list. I always have high hopes of completing some major projects around the house in the summer, but I have decided to take pleasure in the little accomplishments this year.

finished curtains made from tablecloths

did some rearranging of accessories

got those wall words hung - thank you Kelly

went fabric shopping with Kelly--in a factory

and in a barn behind the factory

it was fun and different
check out Kelly's finds

my purchases at $4 a yard

got to dream about my next sewing projects
the tapestry may cover the dining room chairs
the bird fabric may be Roman shades or shower curtain
the fringe fabric may be curtains or pillows
$4 a yard! unbelievable

No pictures but I also had fun going to Hobby Lobby (three times), T.J. Maxx , Office Max, Home Depot, and the tile store. I didn't have fun frosting Tessa's French door, but at least all the windows in her room are done--well almost. I have a few embellishments to add.

FELTING

Tessa and I learned how to felt yesterday, and we are both obsessed with it. Other than avoiding getting stabbed with the needle--which sounds easier than it is, trust me, the one with the band-aid on her finger--it is so easy and fun. We have made the cutest pins, and fear that the flower on the lapel and pocketbook and wrist and whatever is going to be our new trademark. I just know that in ten years from now, we will look back and wonder what we saw in these. At least that's what Kelly and I wonder when we look at the photos of craft projects from the eighties and nineties. I'm sure you all remember puffy paint and . . . no, I will not go there.

The book we bought from Hobby Lobby is chock full of ideas, and the old and new selections of wool provide plenty to work with.

INSPIRATION: FABRIC AND FRIENDLY ADVICE

I've already mentioned my love of all things Ikea many times and could probably feature a favorite item every week for a year. It took me a while, but I have finally hung the curtains that I bought there in March and recently finished making the curtains from the fabric I bought there at the same time. If you can't tell, my summer goal is to get all my windows dressed!

I knew the minute I saw this pattern below that it was the *one* for Tessa's room redo. I had been looking for some time, but nothing had caught my eye. I did not want to settle. I am so glad I waited.

I stared at the curtains below for a long time on two different occasions trying to picture them in one of my rooms. At $39 a pair, I couldn't afford to buy them just because I loved the pattern--which I did. At my last visit, I finally decided on two pairs to either use on the two front windows downstairs (kitchen and living room) or . . . I wasn't really sure of the or. When I got home, I didn't really love them with the downstairs furniture or paint, and they were not long enough--surprising for Ikea. I ended up using one pair in the spare room/office and one pair in the nearby bathroom. Oh, I am crazy about them and wish they were in my bedroom so I could stare at them more.

It's a good feeling to accomplish these little projects over the summer. I'm not sure the big ones, like replacing ceilings and renovating bathrooms, will happen, but at least some curtains are hung. I do believe that the motivation to tackle any creative project starts with the inspiration.

Blog World is great for inspiration, but there is nothing like a real visit to a real home with real people with real kids and real dogs and real succulents and stuff like that. I have what other bloggers can only dream about--and that is connections to--let's just say Blog World's equivalent to an energy drink! Yes, I visited Edie at Life in Grace. Go ahead and drool.

The house tour was fun and colorful and a real experience in mix and match and take a chance and be yourself and go ahead and shock the neighbors one more time. You just have to smile and leave happy--yes, you do have to leave. She's not taking borders at this time.

Anyhow, she did give me permission to share one of her decorating secrets: group like things together. Sounds simple, huh? Well, a few pictures are worth . . . well, I'm not sure what they are worth.

I could see what she was talking about with these candlesticks.
Impressive.

Kinda thinking that she could do better with this grouping.
Probably shouldn't say anything cause I wouldn't want to hurt her feelings.

And totally did not get the canned goods on this living room table.
Yes, they constitute a grouping of like things.
And she is *who* everybody wants to be like and all.
Not sure I could pull it off.

The towels I get.
They probably would not look so good without the pool though.

KITCHEN WINDOW

I finally got around to making some new curtains for the kitchen. Because the windows are so gigantic, they are very challenging. The only place to buy anything long enough is Ikea which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Of course, it would be a better thing if there was one nearby. I do not consider Atlanta or Charlotte nearby.

I happen to have a collection of Ikea lace curtains--one because I love lace, and two because they are so cheap, and three because they are actually too long for my windows! I also buy tablecloths on clearance after Christmas, because they, too, are long enough and wide enough to be used as curtains--and they are obviously, washable.

the before treatment with Ikea lace and Martha Stewart tablecloths
this window is next on my list

the trunk of goodies to use

the after kitchen curtains using Ikea lace, Martha tablecloths,
and Hobby Lobby trim which is just hanging with the curtains

another shot

up close, loving it

IS THIS DEGAS AMAZING OR WHAT?

A friend sent this to me today, and I couldn't resist posting it. She told me not to ask her how she did it, so I won't. I really don't have time to learn anything new right now anyway! Thank you, Trudy!

Comparison

I am trying to figure out a good system to upload photos to blogger using my new camera. On a friend's advice, I joined Flickr and have been uploading from there. I am having all kinds of issues with the html coding when it comes to text. It will appear on my compose page, but disappears when it is posted. It is a real pain. That's probably one reason why I have not been writing much. It is just too time consuming and annoying to wrestle with coding. Admittedly, I really am not that bright. It is true that the resolution though Flickr is so much better as you can see below, but it takes twice as long. I would welcome any suggestions.

uploaded from my computer

uploaded from Flickr

Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives

Summertime and new experiences seem to go hand in hand. The last few weeks, I've spent almost all of my tv viewing--which isn't a whole lot--on the Food Network. One of the shows that has been particularly interesting is Diners, Drive-ins and Dives. Each show leaves me wishing that I had some really cool restaurant to frequent. I would love to try something different and feel happy to pay the bill instead of wishing that I had stayed home and cooked a baked potato.

After our trip to Doe River Gorge on Saturday, Terry suggested eating at Cootie Brown's in Johnson City. Now, I have driven by that place many, many times, and I have not been impressed with what I saw. See for yourself. The sign is--let's just say--less than inviting. I'm not kidding; I always figured they served up roadkill.

But after watching DD&D, I was itching for a food adventure. And did we get one! Not quite as spectacular as the 700-foot zipline into the water earlier in the day, but an adventure none the less.

The rag tag bunch of us decided to eat outside where the kids could just hop out the window at any given moment to play in the planters.

The menu contained all kinds of interesting fare as you can see below. Terry and Aleshia split the amazing burrito and Tessa and I split the jerk chicken, brussel sprouts, sweet potatoes, and Caesar salad. I am trying to forget the mashed potatoes, because they were very odd. We all tried them in an effort to identify the secret ingredient, which the waitress finally divulged as being some kind of cream soup. I did not want the recipe. I added a baked potato for Tessa instead.

I rarely spring for dessert, but was once again inspired by Guy on DD&D and the fact that I had a blog post in mind. Several of us shared the raspberry and key lime pie slices.

The inside was just as colorful and fun as the outside, although lacked the windows to dive through.

Finally, you may ask why that mysterious bag of water is hanging in the window. Lucky for us, we've lived in these parts for a few years and have been educated about such things, so we were able to eat without the stress of wondering. The theory is that the water bag keeps away flies. It seems to have worked because we were not bothered by any--although I would have gladly given up the mashed potatoes to any hungry insect!

Random Summertime Photography

I recently bought a Canon Rebel and have been enjoying more random photography. I do wish that I had the time to figure out all the capabilities so that my photos look like the ones that I drool over in blog world. But for now, I must be happy with point and shoot.

My friend Renee has invited me to participate in her Random Summertime Photography party. I am always happy for the little extra motivation to post. My friends and family all got into the act on Saturday when we visited Doe River Gorge. I told them that I needed random, and they were all full of suggestions. I hope you enjoy!

The boys were more than happy to bring their critters by for a photo shoot. I don't think I've ever seen a frog in progress quite like the one on Aidan.

I think this is a fabulous use of old windows, doors, and headboards!

It may be my favorite random shot so far.

Sneak Peek

I can't wait to post all the fun photos of our day at Doe River Gorge. This place has to be the best kept secret in Tennessee. We had a blast and can't wait to go back!

The Girls

Kenzie looks well rested after her first night in her *big girl* bed. It's very cool and I think all the kids are wishing that that tiny room was theirs this week! You can see some more photos at Kelly's site.

Tessa has been ready for a hair change for some time now. We had to wait until after the recital because of bun issues. It took a while, but we finally made time for the makeover. I absolutely love it, but am not looking forward to the ballet bun at this length!
The recital dvd came today, so Tessa had to revisit her Irish numbers. I think she liked the swinging of the hair!

A LITTLE PAINT GOES A LONG WAY

I am more than a little late at joining Edie's at Life in Grace Painted Patio Furniture Party. She said it was okay. Really she did. She knows what it is like to work outside the home and inside the home and keep up with numerous creative hobbies and numerous family members while reading and blogging and thrift shopping and trying new recipes and even trying to squeeze in some vacation time. That's why she let me come late to the party. I know that it means that most of the visitors have moved on, but that's okay. I gave my word and if nothing else I am a keeper of my word. I also know that my redo pales in comparison to the others, but it makes me smile and feel satisfied, and I'm sure I wouldn't have accomplished it if Edie didn't make the challenge--or send the invitation. So, Edie, won't you come and sit on my porch one evening. I'll serve up some chai tea and take your picture. And please wear something colorful!

Before and After
what a sad looking couple
they remind me of some folks I know

The pillows were Goodwill ugly covered in Ikea pretty.

Honestly, the pillows are a little small for the project, but I used what I had. When I find some *bigger deals* at the GW Boutique, I will replace them. The little ones will look lovely on Tessa's bed since they match her curtains.

OHIO

This was a fun photo taken at Old Navy in Canton, Ohio. The five kids had a blast hanging out with/in the display while we shopped. I just had to take a shot of it. Another shopper kept trying to get in our photo, but I had to politely ask her to step aside. Yes, she was also cute, but this was our *family* shot. *wink*

We got to meet my niece's baby, Hayden, for the first time. She is a doll baby and the kids just loved her.

Great-grandma gave each of the kids a patriotic pinwheel which they had so much fun with. The little things seem to thrill them the most.

Casey told us that this was the first time she ever held a baby. She seemed to enjoy it.

The kids spent most of our visit in the backyard. My sister is amazing at keeping her yard looking perfect. I just know she sneaks out at night to trim with scissors; it's that perfect!

Hayden was definitely the hit of the day, but Fluffy came in a close second. My mom has four or five or six little dogs that keep her company. They do a good job! The kids got a kick out of so many little things running to--or should I say away--from them.

Mom can no longer do the things she once enjoyed like nursing, sewing, creating, and thrift-shopping, but she can at least enjoy the thought that I've passed on some of her creative and shopping skills to the next generation. No, I did not pass on any of her nursing skills. That would be scary.

FAVORITE SHOTS FROM VACATION

TUBING

The weather finally cooperated to squeeze in some time on the lake before Casey heads back to Florida. The two weeks have flown by!

VACATION FACES

Aleshia and Kelly watching a game of horseshoes

Mom and daughter outside of the Gettysburg Visitor Center

Seth, Ross, Aidan, and Nate

Kenzie

Terry, Seth, Conrad, Aleshia, and Ross
I probably should have cropped this shot! Sorry Ross!

Aunt Mary and all the kiddos

Matt giving Nate a head massage and Aidan

Chef Mike

Aidan and Ross on the way to Mount Vernon

Kenzie at Mount Vernon

Michael and Denise at Mount Vernon

Casey, Charlotte, and Tessa

Casey

Tessa

Conrad showing the tooth he lost at Mount Vernon

Tessa at the Washington Monument

Kenzie and Casey at the Washington Monument

Ross at Arlington Cemetary

Casey and Tessa at Arlington Cemetary

happy family at the White House

THE PARTY'S OVER

DANCE PHOTOS 2009

Tessa's favorite pose: bent over a book!

SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW

This was the view from my front porch tonight. It was awesome, and I so enjoyed playing with my new camera! The first two are of the steeple of First Presbyterian and the second two are the steeple of First Baptist.

Tessa took this one with the birds.
She didn't know there were birds on the wire.

ROLODEX

As much as I love what the computer affords me as far as fun, function, and fulfillment, there is a part of me that really is technology-resistant. At work, I absolutely hate my Outlook calendar and contacts. I much prefer a paper calendar in which to scribble on or refer to as well as a good old fashioned Rolodex. There is nothing good old fashioned about my new Rolodex (thank you, Leslie!). I have had a blast decorating it in hopes of eventually adding all the information that will actually make it useful. I've included a section for all the quotes that I want to remember and a section for Bible verses that speak to me. I plan to add a travel section one of these days also.

PANTY HOSE CHOKER - QUICK TUTORIAL

1. Buy a charm at someplace like Hobby Lobby (half-price week, of course).

2. Cut a 1/2 inch strip of knee high panty hose.

3. Pull hose through hole in charm and loop through other side. Use tweezers or jewelry tool.

4. Wear it.5. If it stretches out, just wet it, and it will go back to original size.

TOTAL PROJECT TIME: 32 seconds

TOTAL COST: 75 cents plus an old pair of knee highs

TOTAL AMOUNT I JUST SAVED YOU: At least $7.50--and I know that because that is what I paid for the first one. And I know you will make more than one of these!

PHOTO SHOOT

Abby and Tessa tried out their photography skills this weekend. I think they captured some interesting shots!

FLAT BELLY DIET

I really am not enjoying the aging process all that much. I'm honest if nothing else, and I'm here to tell you that weird things happen to your body after a certain age. For me it was 44. It might happen to you at an earlier age, but I wouldn't know about that. Forty-four is when things started happening to me.

First, I started putting on the weight. Five pounds one year and then five pounds the next and then . . . you get it. That was kind of unexpected since I had been the same weight since high school. Forty odd years is a long time to not have to worry about the numbers on a scale. Sheesh, I delivered four children and returned to my pre-pregnancy weight of 105 lbs. within weeks each time--and one weighed in at over 10 lbs. It's still shocking to me as well, and he's 28.

I did my best to accept the new and improved twenty-five-pound-heavier body. Really, 105 is kind of sickly looking, and size 8 is quite popular at the thrift stores.

Another thing that happens at a certain age is your luck changes--oh, yeah, I don't believe in luck--okay, your ability to dodge danger and avoid accidents changes. That I-can-do-anything-without-breaking-my-neck phenomenon begins to disappear. Ankles twist funny like and you are less likely to hang onto a bucking horse and tow trucks hit you from behind for no good reason. Don't ask me to explain it. It just happens.

And you get to take ibuprofen on a regular basis and avoid fun activities like roller skating and weeding the garden and wearing high heels and of course, exercising. I'm quite certain that I am exercise-resistant because of my inability to dodge danger and avoid accidents.

A few months ago, I read an article in Prevention about a new diet. I am all about reading about diets, just as I am all about reading cookbooks. I find both subjects fascinating actually. I ended up buying the book on my next shopping trip because this diet specifically targets belly fat--not just any old fat--but the pinch-an-inch that turned into the grab-a-slab type while you weren't looking as you aged gracefully.


I don't want to bore you with the technical stuff, so I'm going to tell you that the secret to losing belly fat can be found in eating MUFAs (monounsaturated fatty acids). The theory is that good fat (MUFAs) does something to bad fat and it disappears. I don't really want to explain it--mainly because I don't really care how it works, and somebody already wrote a whole book on the subject.

My point is that it worked for me--and I have a picture to prove it--without me doing much but eating the right thing at the right time. Notice that I didn't say that it worked because I stopped eating something, but rather that I started eating something. Isn't that an interesting diet? I think so too! While my friends sweated at the gym and took part in biggest loser competitions, I sat around and ate olives, nuts, and dark chocolate. And the pounds came off! About fifteen of them!

I realize that these photos are not all that great or attractive. It would have been better if I had taken an actual before photo, but I didn't know there was going to be an after. Let me just tell you that all my pants now fit like this. And believe me, they didn't a few months ago.

I think I've become a bit obnoxious with my constant chatter about eating MUFAs. For staff appreciation day a few weeks ago, one adorable child gave me a jar of olives. And I've already eaten every last one of them!

I have to admit that part of me thinks that maybe I'm missing something. This has been way too easy. Oh, and I'm not the only one whose pants keep falling down; Kelly--who absolutely did not need to lose any weight--keeps yanking hers up, too, since eating MUFAs on a regular basis.

NEVER TOO OLD TO LEARN!

Kelly was lamenting the fact that she never could do one of those sideways jumps where you click your heels together. I was feeling pretty accomplished knowing that I could do one if I so desired--and my back was not messed up and my feet were not messed up. Tessa was certain that she could teach Kelly some coordination. I could not resist taking some pictures.

That did not go all so well, so they switched to something else--just something else.

And then something else again. Interesting. Scary.

LOVE SPRING PLANTING!

I can't help myself! I love, love, love buying flowers in the spring!

We mainly use the back door, and there is the most wonderful little area that is not too much to maintain--which is important to someone with back issues! The concrete thingies were found under the porch when we moved in. I think they add a bit of interest.

Kenzie couldn't wait to help plant and didn't mind getting her hands dirty--not one little bit!

TOOTH FAIRY VENT

Okay, I have to tell you something that probably should not be made public. I hope that the speaker at Blissdom who said not to post things about your family members without their permission is not reading this. I am desperate for some help if it is to be had, so I'll risk it.

On Easter Saturday, my 12-year-old daughter--that's the part that I probably shouldn't tell you--left a note on my bed. It wasn't the you-are-the-best-mom-in-the-whole-wide-world kind of note either. It was strictly informational.

Mom,

I wrote a note to the tooth fairy. It is taped to my door.

Love, Tessa

Of course, I took a peek at the tooth fairy note--which included four teeth I might add.

Dear T.F. *big heart*

Sorry for being so late. I missed you! Could you tell the Easter Bunny that all I want is a Breyer horse and for Kenzie and Mom to have a good birthday.

Love, Tessa

Okay, Easter Saturday--bedtime--Breyer horse! What does she think the tooth fairy can do with that short notice? Yes, I know she's magic and all that jazz.

It seems that the tooth fairy is a bit overworked and thought that she could lighten her load by taking advantage of the technological age. She actually turned on my computer and set up an email account in order to respond to Tessa. Can you believe that? I give her credit for not ignoring somebody who took the time to write a letter and include not one, but four teeth!

I'm getting to the problem as quickly as I can.

Tessa did not find a Breyer horse in her Easter basket, but she did find a letter in her inbox. She was not impressed, but did not show her disappointment--just mentioned that she missed the *real* note with glitter and all that fun stuff. There were sparkly stars in the email; I saw them.

Well, toothfairy4real@gmail somehow has become my new username. And apparently, I can't change it. Whatever that little fairy did late that night while she was overtired seems to be written in granite. I now can only sign into Blogger as a sprite.

Not that I have anything against TF, but golly, I did not expect her to hijack my identity. Edie probably would not be surprised to have her identity hijacked by the TF; she's used to people trying to steal her identity, but I am not. Nobody wants to be me, and I surely don't want to give up my day job to fly around quiet-like swiping teeth from under pillows all night.

Okay, if you know how to delete a gmail account without losing the access to blogger, please let me know. If not, and you would like an email sent from toothfairy4real, just let me know. I don't think she would mind. I can even include sparkly stars.

WII UPDATE

Okay, so somebody did snap a photo of me opening MY Wii Fit. I must have missed it in all my excitement. Just so you know, I have attempted to exercise twice now, and am happy to say that I have dropped down to 51 in Wii years. Don't ask me how I did that, because I really have no clue. And yoga is so not my thing. It took three people to hold me up in some flamingo pose for what seemed like an hour--probably only a few seconds--so that I could unlock something or other. That would have made an interesting photo, but nobody got that shot---I'm quite sure this time because they were all holding me up. I'm sure everyone is burning tons of calories laughing at me.

I have yet another birthday story to share--not mine, but a birthday story nonetheless.

Last week I was having a pretty rotten day--no sense reliving it completely; I'll just share one of the highlights because--well, for no real reason other than I have a few photos to go along with the memory.

It seems that Maddie, a very cute kindergartener has an April birthday--I know, very, very good month for birthdays. Anyway, her mother shared with Nancy, the other gal in the office, that she was getting/had gotten a snake for her birthday. I did not hear this information first hand; I got my information from the horror-stricken Nancy. A snake? Who on earth would want a snake? I think a Wii Fit might even be better than a snake. To each his own.

While escorting Maddie to her vehicle at the end of the day, I said, "So, Maddie, I heard you got something pretty interesting for your birthday." To which she replied, "I don't know." That should have been my first clue. Hello! I don't know means I don't know. Obviously, if someone had ALREADY been given a snake, she certainly would have known it.

I did not take the not-so-subtle hint. I asked, "Didn't you get a snake?" To which she looked confused and replied, "No." This is where I would have hit myself in the head or thrown myself in front of a moving vehicle--if only I didn't have an entire school full of students to load into their vehicles--which I can do in four minutes if you care to know--as long as people don't try to help me. I mean, I recognize the vehicle, call the student's name, wave and smile periodically, and get those kids in the car and off the property in four minutes! Forget it.

I then said something stupid like, "Oh, maybe that was somebody else. Maybe I got one for my birthday." She looked at me kind of weird like. I tried to break the news to her mother, but she was yik-yakking on the phone and just gave me a wave. Off she went. I felt sick.

As soon as I could, I called her mom to apologize for ruining the big surprise. She was so gracious. All she said was, "It's all good. Don't worry. It's all good." I since realize that people say that when they are trying to convince themselves. Obviously, it was not all good.

Come Friday morning, a very excited Maddie jumped from the car and exclaimed, "Guess what, Mrs. V.? You were right! I did get a snake!" I looked super surprised and said, "Really? What did you name it?" "Princess," she replied matter-of-factly. Dan and I cracked up. She didn't think it was funny.

Princess came to school

in her snazzy bag

much to the teacher's dismay

and Maddie's delight

I'm almost convinced that she is better than a Wii Fit.