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7.28.2007

LIFE MOVES ON

It's been a very long and short week. The death of my beloved Jeep was finalized. Now we have to find a new one but in the interrim, we are Jeep-free. Something we haven't been in many years. My sister moved back to Oklahoma City. My brother came and went. We went to the Zoo this morning with some friends and everyone is exhausted from that. My *space* has been repainted--from blue to white. My kitchen has a new window seat.




Lots of things. Just going on. Kinda moving about with or without me.





This is my oldest younger brother, with the boys. They were tailgating--something my sons think is a sport! Why else would anyone want to drive a big honkin' truck, right?

Daniel is #2 of the 4 of us. He has my father's gifts for making things with his hands. Ever since I can remember he's always been making something--wooden swords, building furniture with my Dad, fixing things for people, carving, building porch swings that are beautiful works of art, and of course, looking out for my other brother. Daniel's mission on this trip was two-fold: he came to pick up Deborah and he brought the stuff (supplies and tools) to build/install a window seat in my kitchen. He did the hard part...now Joal and I have to finish it with painting and a cushion. It looks so wonderful and the boys had a blast helping Uncle Daniel. He's the cool uncle. Truck. Tools. Knows where Home Depot is and is willing to take passengers along. Very laid back. Yep. He's definately the cool uncle.

Joal re-painted my space this week, from blue to white. When we remodelled the spacethree years ago, I didn't realize that if you paint the walls over your workspace a deep color, that color gets cast on anything you try to do. Like scrapbook. I should have known that...but I didn't. Finally, now I can work in a space without so much blue cast. It's beautiful and clean.

Joal and I had our last date before Deborah left on Wednesday night. We went to Panera for dinner and then to see Live Free or Die Hard (aka Die Hard movie number 1679) :). We had the best time. I love that man so much. We are so good together. Between dinner and the movie we walked thru Green Hills Mall and thru Restoration Hardware. A girl could drop some cash in that place! They have the most amazing (overpriced) furniture. I practically drooled on at least one chest for 3 grand. It was fun tho. We even walked by the Luis Vuitton store. I'm such a non-bag person...I didn't even know LV had stores. And in Nashville, no less.

The movie was good--Bruce still has it for being old.

So now you know.

7.20.2007

PS

Have you seen this month's gallery by the Cocoa Daisy girls? Yummy stuff. Little bit of Scenic Route, little bit of those bold letter stickers from Reminisce. Can't really go wrong with that, right. Here's one of my favorites--by Kim Musgrove: (Original here.)

I think I may need to scraplift this immediately.

A CHA SURPRISE

Anita called today from the floor of CHA Chicago. (For anyone who doesn't know, CHA is a huge-mongus craft industry trade show held twice a year.) She sounded extremely excited...more than the normal excitement level of Anita. :)

"Guess who I am standing here with?" she said.

"I have no idea."

"The Scenic Route people--Sarah Milne!"

"Oh my goodness."

"Wanna talk to her?"

"Of course."

From there I have no memory of what I said. My phone was cutting in and out (of all times) and there was lots of show noise in the background. I'm sure that Sarah Milne now thinks I'm a total ditz...but who cares! I got to talk to the woman from whose creative genius flows my very favorite papers and goodies. And then Layle (the bestower of the very best paper surprise) was there and I got say hello to her too. Totally cool!

Thanks Anita for making this happen. You totally made my week!!:)

7.16.2007

LIFE IS MESSY. CLEAN IT UP.

I love the slogan from one of the vacuum companies...can't remember which one bit boy, I remember the slogan.

It's been a busy messy few days. Dealing with the car issues. Having company and family visit. Working in the yard. Trying to scrapbook. Etc.

There was an article in Sunday's Tennessean that didn't sit very well with me. It's here. It just seems so basic to me that a house needs running water from a non-contaminated source, in order to be livable. How can it be that something "less than 500" homes in Davidson county are without running water? How's that for vague? Could be three homes, could be 499. Who knows? But whatever the number, this is a metropolitan area. There's really no such thing as a "remote" area of Davidson county. Water is not that expensive--it's the least expensive utility in most cases. How can this be?

This article made me want to strangle some politicians and some city and state officials for their lack of foresight and for what reeks of a bottom-line mentality. I wonder how long the governor would stay in the governor's mansion if his clean running water suddenly went away. Or the patrons at Lowes Vandy Plaza? Can you imagine the hissy fits taking place? And yet...

Back in the dark ages, when I was in the 11th grade, in podunk Mississippi, we got a free day from school because there was a water line break and to repair it, the water to the school had to be turned off. So even school kids in nowhere Mississippi must be entitled to functional water (toilets, fountains, etc). Are families in Tennessee not? Is it even legal to have children living in homes without a safe water source?

I am certainly not an advocate of continually expanding the roles of government and I almost always fall on the side of those who say: You want something done, do it yourself. BUT. As someone in the discussion of this article on the Tennessean forums said, we aren't talking about people living in the middle of the desert not having running water. This is about people in a county that has roughly 578,000 people in 502 square miles.

A home without clean water--is it really something we want to know even exists in this day and age? Before new baseball stadiums, before hockey teams, before road paving, before excessive fourth of July fireworks shows, before tax-breaks for incoming businesses...safe water. It's a basic necessity and our entire community benefits from having clean, safe running water in every single home.

7.11.2007

So did you hear about the three-car pile up on Old Hickory today?

A not-so-dang-funny thing happened on the way to the scrapbook store today...can you say Jeep sandwich? Yeah. My white Jeep is not so pretty anymore. Her doors on the passenger side are crunched in pretty good. Jeep Grand Cherokee vs Ford Crown Victoria vs another sedan... not a good thing--but we are all safe and no one was injured, and for that I am grateful. I don't feel comfortable telling the whole story in cyberspace right now. Probably not a good idea for me to comment on this until the insurance proceedings are done.

Yeah, that'll be fun.

But the one lesson that was reconfirmed today...it's good to drive a tank! (Insert those famous Tim Allen man-growls from the days of Home Improvement right here.) I love my Jeep Grand Cherokee even tho it's advancing in years and mileage (1997/257,700) precisely because it's sturdy. It guzzles gas but I don't drive that much so it's not a huge deal. Yes, it's a little old and bulky and I get plenty of stares when I drive it to the recycling center...but I digress. :) The thing is today, as I sat sandwiched between two other less-tank-like cars, I realized that it's good to drive a tank. Grey, who was present in the backseat, was more impressed with the police officer than with anything else I did today and he was safe and unhurt. Barely even rattled (unlike his mother). I'm re-thinking Joal driving the Crayola (pun intended). He moved down in car last year to combat the excessive price of gas (he drives hundreds of miles a day), but now I'm thinking had I been in the little car this day would have ended much differently.

And just the other day I was railing against reactionary decisions. That'll teach me.

Hugs to you all.
Tomorrow is my sister's birthday and we are having a house-full of company. She has a friend in from Virginia and Joal's parents will be visiting. Please pray I'm not as much of a mess tomorrow as I am right now.

Be safe.

One last thing: you know that saying "When you get bumped, what's inside you comes out."? Well, today, I proved that saying true. Some people got bumped and some came thru with flying colors and some must have really ugly insides. I'm just sayin'.

7.10.2007

TUESDAY

It's a good thing you can't see my bleary eyes right now, you might think I am hooked on something. I am, but not like that. It's two new blogs:

This one called A DRESS A DAY is just so vintage-y and classic.
And
This one called LIVING OFF KEY IN KEY WEST written by Landon, an innkeeper in (yep) Key West. Do you know how much I love this place?


See my little birdie cards? These are my contribution to the card swap at my LSS. Good stuff.
Happy Tuesday!



7.04.2007

HAPPY FOURTH!





Hope everyone has a happy and safe 4th of July!

Congrats to my friend Connie! for winning the layout contest at the Scrapbook Warehouse website! See her beautiful creation right here.

For anyone interested, Metropolis by Scenic Route arrived at Scrap'n Memories yesterday! Whoo Hoo! Now I can roll around in the blue and orange star paper until my heart is content!

Wanna see what I did this week? The top picture is *before*. Note the partially dead overgrown ugly bushes.
The lower picture is the *after*. Note how you can actually see the door and the walkway. I chopped all the limbs and removed them so now Joal just has to dig out the main stalks and the roots. Good luck on that, honey. :) Heather recommends using the Jeep.
I'm not much of a outdoor-do-it-yourself-landscape type. Not because I don't like to see a beautifully landscaped and manicured lawn, but mainly because I don't like to be dirty, grimey, and sweaty. At all. It was definately a yucky job but it's feels good to get it accomplished. Yes, that sound you hear is me patting myself on the back. :)
Happy Wednesday!

7.02.2007

REACTIONARY PARENTHOOD

So, I've been a parent for eleven years now and some days I feel so unprepared--like I haven't learned a thing in eleven years, but then there are days I feel like I have it figured out a little. Whenever I feel like I understand something as a parent, I get all giddy. And then I generally assume that everyone else knew it years ago. :)

The other day I reading a thread at twopeas about parenting and I was struck by the large number of peas who said they based some of their major parenting decisions on how they felt about their parents decisions as a child. Doesn't this seem like flawed logic? The discussion at peas was regarding spanking, however I do not wanto discuss spanking here, so let's just say the major decision was about serving Kool-Aid. Someone said "My mom would not allow me to drink Kool-Aid and I felt deprived and mad at her so I am going to give my child unlimited access to any drink he wants."

So now you are basing your parenting decision to serve unlimited Kool-Aid to your child on the fact that *as a child* you thought you were deprived because your mother did not serve Kool-Aid. You felt deprived of something you wanted and you can not part with your own childish selfishness in that? You can't forgive your mother as an adult? You can't come to terms with the fact that Kool-Aid isn't great for your teeth and maybe your mom was protecting you, but you (being a child) mistook her protection for some kind of mean-spirited deprivation?

Sounds like a great parenting strategy to me. (Not.)

Parenting based on the outakes of one's own childhood experiences scares me to death. We might as well put the child in charge and completely abdicate parenthood. (I like the word abdicate.) Let's put the monkeys in charge of the zoo, shall we?

There's more to being a good parent than making the babies feel loved and accepted and keeping them comfortable. Lots more. Part of maturing is accepting that and understanding that as an adult, and as a parent, it's your calling to put your child's well-being and long-term health ahead of junior's wants and whims. Even if it pisses him off.

Reactionary parenting--not the way to go.

In other news, the pruning sheers and I had a date today in my front yard today and I can already tell I'm going to be feeling it for days in my shoulder. I really have to do that more. Two of the mostly-dead bushes by my door are mostly removed. They were huge, even though they were zapped in that late-April freeze we had. I did discover that there's very healthy scads of beautiful English Ivy growing under all of the bushes. I adore Ivy and am trying to preserve it while I get the bushes out. Cross your fingers for the Ivy. It really is a beautiful ground-cover and I would love to see it continue to flourish there.

Roger Cook, eat your heart out. :)


7.01.2007

Summer Slush Cupcakes



I made these yesterday for today and they are delightful. I think I'm going to make them again for our 4th gathering.

Summer Slush Cupcakes
a light and fruity creamy filling on top of a graham cracker crust, in a handy cupcake size
-makes 12 standard cupcakes or 24 minis-

Place paper liners in cupcake pan.

For Crust:
1.5 cups of graham cracker crumbs
1 stick of butter (melted)
2 tablespoons sugar

Combine all three ingredients. Spoon by teaspoonfuls into each cupcake liner and use fingers to press, forming the crust. Be generous with the crust.

Filling:
1 box of cream cheese (soft)
1 tub of Cool Whip (8 oz)
3 tablespoons sugar
1 pint of strawberries

Puree strawberries in blender. Save a few out for garnish, if desired. Add sugar and cream cheese. Blend until smooth. Spoon into large bowl and combine gently with Cool Whip. Spoon into cupcake liners, filling them to the top. Top with a cut strawberry, if desired.

Place in freezer overnight. Serve cold.

6.28.2007

Yippy Skippy.




News in Brief...



  • Kroger has 8x10 enlargements for 99 cents this week.


  • www.scrapbookwarehouse.net is having a summer layout contest. Check it out.


  • New blog I'm enjoying: http://fleamarketstudio.typepad.com/my_weblog/


  • Deb and I went to the flea market at the TN State Fairgrounds last Saturday. We spent about 4 hours and still didn't see it all. Although it was crowded, it was a feast for the senses. My finds of the day were a box of hand-written sermon notes from a methodist minister from the 40s and a seatbelt purse.


  • I also fell for this antique metal sign but couldn't spare the $350 to bring it home. (ha) Deb was fascinated by the vintage clothing. Lots of great stuff including a perfectly demure pink tea dress from JCPenney circa 1940 that was lovely.

  • Thank you to everyone who sent carrot-olicious info after my epic saga re: my disdain for carrots. :) You guys are the best! A few recipes and ideas jumped out at me, so there is hope.

  • And thank you for sticking with me thru the measly blogging that's been happening the past few weeks. Hopefully, things will be back to normal soon as I get used to having Joal home again.

  • An Andy Update: My brother made it safely to Afghanistan. He has sporadic contact but we are grateful for whatever we get. He seems in good spirits and is putting his medic training to good use on behalf of his unit. Word has it that they even let him kick down a door. We are keeping him in care packages filled with Skittles and *OFF* bug repellant. What a combo, huh.

Happy Thursday. :)

6.21.2007

EYE CANDY MAGAZINES



This magazine...is pure eye candy. I'm so attracted by great photography, vibrant color and fluffy information and I enjoy this magazine immensely.



Imagine my surprise when I found the above Epson ad designed by Heidi Swapp!



And isn't this just the sweetest picture? I think I need to make a sign like that. :)

There was a thread at 2Peas that got me thinking about professional portraits. Do you buy professional portraits on a regular basis? Do you go to a private photographer or a chain studio? How often?

I was just wondering. Being nosy, I suppose. We haven't done portraits in years...except for the church directory thing done by Olan Mills that didn't impress me. I have so many pictures, I don't see the need anymore and the price wears me out. I think it bugs part of my extended family that I send out "mere snapshots" several times a year but for the most part, I just ignore it. My "mere snapshots" are lightyears better than any posed "everybody say cheese and look cheesy" overpriced portrait...they are real. I like that.

That said, during my last trip to Texas, my mother requested that the four of us (all her children) go to the studio in WalMart and get our pictures made as a group. Professionally. (If you call WalMart Studios, professional.) It happens so rarely that the four of us are in the same state, much less the same WalMart...she asked and we obliged. I think the last time we had a professional photo of the four of us, Deb was about 3, and with Andy now in the desert on the other side of the galaxy, who knows when it will happen again.

They turned out good but the level of customer service has been pathetic. If my mom hadn't really been on top of it and been willing to be a little pushy, I have a feeling they photos would not have made it to her. I'm so glad they did tho...mine are supposed to arrive in the mail this week. I'll post them when they do. :)

Happy Thursday!

6.20.2007

THE GOOD OF ADVERSITY


Have you ever stopped to think about the good that comes from adversity? Do you know someone who took the lemons and stomped them to bits? I know a few and I wish I knew more. I wish I was that way more.

People who have faced great adversity and have stood their ground amaze and inspire me. What you do when you are down says so much about a person's character, I think. Who do you know (or know of) who has faced a great adversity and not just survived but survived to turn it into something remarkable?

The story of this little boy and his moma is beautiful and frought with adversity. It's also full of God. It's not my story to tell, but I am grateful that my friend is letting me play with it a bit in pictures. (Shared with permission.) Even when it seemed there would be no end to the adversity in the process of adoption, no one gave up, no one took no for an answer. And look who their family has to show for it!
{The layout is my response to Amber Ulmer's challenge blog--One Little Word. The word for the last week of May was *STOP* and this photo was still laying in my stack awaiting the right inspiration. The two just seemed right together.}
May the adversity you face come to be the seeds of tomorrow's greatness.
Happy Wednesday.


6.19.2007

I'VE GOT GOOD NEWS...

It's raining outside but I couldn't be happier! My favorite LSS (Scrapn' Memories) is getting Scenic Route--starting with Metropolis and ordering more at CHA in late July!! Wooo Hoo!

And then as if things could get better...the UPS man deposited a hefty goody box of paper on my doorstep from Layle, the queen of all things Scenic Route! Inside was a beautiful selection of new stuff and some wonderful old stuff that I have loved for years. "Thank you" doesn't begin to do my gratitude justice. It's raining Scenic Route!

In other news, the writing prompt for today at 2Peas is:

If you could cure any disease, what would it be?

I don't even have to think about this one. In a heartbeat I would erradicate that ugly monster called Pervassive Development Disorder and all it's tenticled arms, especially the ones related to pre-mature birth-- Cerebral Palsy and Attention Deficit. POOF. Be gone. Is that too self-serving?

I wish.

6.16.2007

The 10 Hour Carrots...and other things.

So, I've been having some trouble with my eyes, which is pretty run-of-the-mill for a person with Type 2 Diabetes and the daughter of two life-long near-sighted adults. Not good news for anyone, but especially not good for a photo-lovin' scrapbooker girl like myself. Not good at all.

So after consulting with my doctor, I'm taking a new horse-sized vision-protective vitamin and he said "Eat Carrots. You'll thank me when you are 60."

Newsflash...I have to this point in my 35 years on this planet hated carrots for um, yeah, all 35 years. (Hence, the eye issue.) I don't like anything orange. I don't like raw things. And I just don't like carrots. Or carrot juice. And I'm not a picky eater. It's just a carrot thing. I love to peel them...think they are beautiful when sliced on the bias...just hate to eat them.

But more than anything, I want good eyesight for all my days. So I swallow the horse-pill and am on a quest to conquer the disdain of the carrot. (Ideas welcome.)

So last week I bought a tiny little bag of tiny little mini carrots. Tried. No go. Feels like I'm eating rocks. Can't do raw. As an aside, do they actually come out of the ground that size? Or are they chopped down from life-sized carrots? I'm thinking of a wood lathe...insert the carrot, apply the blade, spin, watch as the big daddy carrot becomes a cute little mini carrot, stop the lathe, pop out the baby. So what happened to the rest of the carrot goodness that the carrot-lathe shaved off? Is it in a heap on the floor? How wasteful is that? Especially in the name of cuteness for carrots. I digress.

Also last week, I made one of my family's favorite meals--Roast and veggies in the slow cooker. I always put carrots in with the roast (for the last two hours) and everybody but me eats them. Even G, who tends to not like more things than he likes.

So with great hesitation, I tried the slow-cooked roast carrots. And to my great surprise, they were manageable. OK. I'm betting, given the presence of onion soup mix and broth, there's more sodium in this meal than is really supposed to be a good thing...and the carrots are well-done. No mush. Still very recognizable. (I use pretty large chucks, for easy avoidance.)

I ate a few and fished out a few more from the crock pot. I can manage cooked carrots, I told myself with an unhealthy dose of self-accomplishment. We have hope. They were actually pretty tasty.

But only carrots cooked in the slow cooker. Hmm. I make pot roast and veggies about 2-3 times a month. And I have to share the carrots...I can't keep them all to myself. Contemplation. We are either going to have to eat more pot roast (which isn't cheap) or I have to find a better solution.

So yesterday, we finished off the last of the pot roast and it occurred to me that there was plenty of juice (broth, juice, gravy, liquid, whatever) leftover...perhaps I could cook new carrots in that. (Can you hear the angels singing?) So today, my weekly shopping trip included full-sized really pretty (well, as carrots go) orange carrots. This afternoon I fished all the juice left from the pot roast out and heated it. Washed, peeled, fancy sliced about 12 large carrots and plopped them--along with some new celery and onion and a little extra broth into a pot and set them to simmer on the stove.

Can you say brilliant? I had carrots with dinner tonight and it was positively delightful. I didn't cook them very long--only about an hour and a half on very low heat. Still very much carrot-y...but not so much.

So, if you count the time it takes to cook the pot roast and then add the carrots into the remaining juices, it takes me about ten hours to cook these carrots, but at least they are good, right? :)

Incidentally, I am aware of the raw-foods movement and am somewhat informed about the nutrients that are lost during cooking. I get that a cooked carrot isn't as nutritionally helpful as a raw one to my sight. Hence, the horse-pill. If you read this blog much, you know I'm on the journey to better health, after living with bad food habits for most of my adult life. Please don't flog me. We are taking baby steps.

Do you have a favorite carrot recipe...besides carrot cake? Feel free to send it my way.

Sorry. I'm rattling. Actually, I think I started rattling about 6 paragraphs ago...thanks for sticking that out. :)

In other, non-carrot-ish news, I did a little garage sale shopping yesterday and today. Both days were very productive. Yesterday we went over to the downtown Ladies of Charity Stuff Galore Sale...now that was cool. Garage sale shopping in an air-conditioned environ. Who could ask for more than that? :) Today's find of the day was a mason's trowel for a dollar. Julian was thrilled. No weird people. No solicitations. It was a good day.

My sister is selling Avon now and enjoying it. I was impressed with her initiative at starting this when she moved here. She, too, shares my genetic predisposition toward entrepreneurialism. If you are local, shoot me an email if you would like an Avon catalog. Cool stuff...comes right to your door.

Speaking of my sister, Deb and I ventured out to a large consignment store in Dickson earlier in the week and found it to be a terrific place. Very clean, very well organized and very friendly. Oh and great prices too. :) We'll definitely be going back there and I can't wait to clean out my hall closet and take some items that no longer fit there to be consigned.

Garage sales, consignment shopping...I'm sounding really cheap these days, aren't I? Oh well. I'm not actually cheap...I have lots to do with my dollars and this helps them go farther and work harder. And I enjoy it.

Happy Father's Day.
May your eyes be strong and may your carrots be tasty.
Happy Sunday!

6.15.2007

Card Class


Seen here are 2 cards that were part of the card class I took last night at Scrapn Memories. More than I needed a how-to in card-making, I needed a night out to do something fun. Mission accomplished. :)
Happy Weekend.

6.09.2007

Never underestimate the value of a little dirt.



One of the peas posted this photo along with this note:

Here is a soldier stationed in Iraq, living in a big sand box. He asked his wife to send him some dirt (U.S. soil), fertilizer, and some grass seed so he could have the sweet aroma and feel of grass growing beneath his feet. Not only that...when the men of his squadron leave on a mission, they take turns walking through his grass and on the American soil - to bring them good luck.

_____________________________________

6.07.2007

600 and Elton John lyrics

So, with this post, I have now written 600 blog entries. Not too shabby, aye? :)

I was shopping for socks last night when I heard this Elton John song, "Blessed" on the radio and thought it would make a wonderful addition to some baby pictures. Check it out:

Hey you, you're a child in my head
You haven't walked yet
Your first words have yet to be said
But I swear you'll be blessed

I know you're still just a dream
your eyes might be green
Or the bluest that I've ever seen
Anyway you'll be blessed

And you, you'll be blessed
You'll have the best
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky
Pull your name from a hat
I promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
You'll be blessed

I need you before I'm too old
To have and to hold
To walk with you and watch you grow
And know that you're blessed

Dear LSS. Don't Lie to Me.

Dear Scrapbook Store.
Don't lie to me.
Don't say you are ordering the new product, when what I asked if you had was not a new product.
Don't look at me like I am an un-informed customer who can't possibly know more than you about a scrapbook thing.
Don't lie to me.

In fact, I am an informed customer. I'm probably more well-informed than most of your customers. I ask for a specific brand and line of product because I want to buy it locally (or semi-locally, in this case). I've seen it online and if you force me too, I will buy it online, although I would like to buy it locally, even with a 9.25% sales tax and the soaring price of gasoline. I know what the name of the line is and I can describe it to you in detail, if you ask.

I can even tell you that no other stores in the area are carrying it. There's a hole in the market that you could fill.

Here's a quick lesson:
When a customer asks "Do you carry ___ company's ____ line?" don't immediately look like you are doubting the existence of said line. If you don't think you have it, say these words: "I don't think we have it. But we do have some product from that company. What does the ____ line look like?"

If customer says "It has blue and orange stars on a white field." it's a safe assumption that she knows what she's talking about. At least give her the benefit of the doubt.

Do not lie to the customer. Do not say "It must be new and we haven't gotten it yet" unless you know for a fact that it is a new release. If in fact, it's not new, you will look like an idiot.

Do not say "it's been backordered forever". This is not the customer's problem and it looks like you are passing the buck. See rule #1--do not lie to the customer.

Do not say "I don't think they make that." You just look stupid.

Bottom line: Do not lie to your customers. Be honest with your customer. We know that you can't possibly know every style, size and brand of paper out there. If you don't have it or haven't heard it, it's OK. Just say "I haven't heard of that but I can check into it."

Say it with me: "I don't know, but I can check into it."

It's easy. It's not a lie. And it makes clients feel like you care. Your customer's can be an invaluable resource, if only you listen and do not lie to them.

For what it's worth, I am so frustrated right now, I don't know what to do. I shop regularly at a nice little LSS in Nashville. I shop sporadically to not-very-often at the LSS in the surrounding areas due to the time it takes to travel to them, the price of gas, and the convenience of shopping online. When Scrap It closed, I kinda lost heart in finding another scrapbook store with inspirational walls--that place was one-of-a-kind. The loss of Scrap It created an inspiration vacuum here. None of the other stores--far or near--can even begin to offer the kind of unique art that the girls who displayed their art at Scrap It shared. It never failed that I would leave that store with a tear in my eye and a crick in my neck from looking up at the pages and art being displayed. It was obvious they weren't generating pages solely to sell product...even tho I'm sure that was a goal.

None of the other stores have stepped up to fill the gap and that is disappointing to me. And, for what it's worth, none of the other stores are carrying a decent quantity of Scenic Route either, which makes me want to say bad words.

More later.

6.06.2007

Goodbye old friend, Sweet Festivale

Weird as it sounds, I get attached to certain papers and I hate it when a company announces that they are retiring a line that I have especially loved. I take it quite personally--crazy, as that sounds, I know. (Because it is all about me, right.) Hee.

I remember where I was the first time I was captured by Scenic Route's Festivale line--a tiny little scrapbook store in Florence, Mississippi. It was pure magic. Now Festivale is being retired and I am having to restrain myself to prevent major stocking up and hoarding. It's a fantastic line and I've used it dozens of times...it's what I consider a scrap-classic. I will miss it.


According to Layle's newsletter, Festivale was SR's very first line and the only reason they are retiring it is to have more room for the 2 new lines they will be debuting at the upcoming trade show. While I can't wait to see what's new, I will still miss Festivale.

So, have you used Festivale? If so, let me know--I'd love to see it in all it's glory.

Happy Wednesday!

6.02.2007

Garage Sale Find of the Year!!



It was a gem of a garage sale day! The find of the day...maybe the decade was a huge bin of Legos for $9.25. Well actually it was $10 but as the boys and I were washing thru them in the sink we discovered 75 cents in change also in the bin. LOL! Have you ever seen a sink f-i-l-l-e-d with soapy water and thousands of Legos? It's quite a sight! And I've never had such willing participants in the washing of anything before! If you've ever bought Legos at all, you know that this was a totally outrageous deal! It came with the bin and lid and about 25 instruction picture inserts. I am totally Mom of the decade today!

There was another box of approximately 2x this many for $30...I was tempted, but I didn't want to blow most of my garage sale cash in one spot. I'm totally happy with this find! My boys spend a great amount of time and brain power using Legos to make all kinds of things. I love that they are interested in building and creating in this way and I think or rather, I know it's especially good for Julian. Joal and I even enjoy a little construction time of our own once in a while too. :) The only time I dislike them is when I step on a stray. Bad. Very bad.

Other cool finds...a 50 cent wooden paper towel holder...a few coloring books, a silk Ficus tree. Nothing as impressive as the Legos. That one will be hard to top!

Couple of funny garage sale stories: At one stop on a cul-de-sac there were quite a few too many cars parked around the garage sale house. We pulled to the side and parked, out of the way, but not in anyone's grass or blocking any driveways. When we returned to the car after shopping, there was an old lady (old) in a blue housecoat standing on her front steps with a dustmop in her hand and she did *not* look very happy.

Deb and I were approaching our car and she shouted "Do you know who's car that is blocking my driveway?" "No, sorry" we said. Sure enough, there was a small car parked behind us, and it was protruding across the access to her driveway by about 2 feet. I'm not sure that could be defined as "blocking" but apparently she thought so. She stood there for a bit and we got on in our car, but we could hear and see her grumbling loudly. Before we pulled away a yound woman carrying a very tiny baby was walking to the offending car. We didn't hear what the old lady said (we were trying to get away in fear of the dustmop-toting granny) but it was obvious she was giving the young woman what for. The funny part is I would bet dollars to donuts that the old lady wasn't even going anywhere...she just didn't want her driveway blocked. At all. Bless her heart.

At another stop, we were walking down the short driveway to where the items were spread out when an older, pot-bellied poorly-kempt man wearing only shorts and houseshoes came out the front door. He seemd a little...um, maybe sloshed and disoriented and he said "I have 3 nice antique beds for sale in the house, if you wanna come in and see them." Dude. Not on my life! I told Deb a minute later..."I had to resist the urge to turn and run back down the driveway." She said "me too." Creepy. We got out of there really fast.

And finally, our first stop of the day was in Bellemeade, (an upscale, old-money part of Nashville...where Al and Tipper have a house). The house was wildly huge--at least three stories, maybe 4 and the sale was in the basement/garage area that opened onto a beautiful patio/driveway. The owner was a very chatty lady! She was telling people about stuff and encouraging everyone to make sure they knew that the sale was in all rooms of the basement. All 4,000 square feet of the basement.

Let me tell you, that was some basement. One room of it was filled with maybe a few hundred file-size boxes of tv shows that had been recorded on VHS tapes. Thousands of tapes...of tv shows...stuff like McGuyver, Rush Limbaugh, McCloud, Deep Space Nine, etc...it looked like someone had a full-time job of recording tv shows. This house was also selling their indoor play gym...like most people have a jungle gym outside for small children to climb, swing, slide on...these guys had an indoor one for sale. I didn't know such a thing existed. It was a serious jungle gym too.

It bugged my sister (who has all the makings of being a decorator) that the "4000 square foot" basement--was completely unfinished. The walls were roughed in but that was about it. I couldn't live in a house and not finish out the basement. Too much fun to be had...especially in one that size. Wild. Can you imagine the kind of scrapping that lady could do in her 4000 square foot basement??! Crops!

Oh and it was definately the day for old-style Kirby vacuums. I think we saw at least one at each of the first 6 stops. :)

No unmentionables today...thankfully. Although one lady who claimed to be having a garage sale in order to pay her bills while she's writing her visionary book, tried to tell us that some small decorative tins were "antique" and a good bargain at $2 each. They looked very much like some I've seen at the dollar store. Most defiantely not "antique".

So, now you know about our Saturday garage sale adventures. Most people understand that garage sales are about deals and...most people are very friendly and honest. Thankfully we don't run into many creeps like the dude with the beds.

And it is so much easier with Karen, the GPS!

Happy Saturday!

6.01.2007

Beautiful but not funny.

What makes you laugh? Do you laugh enough?

A few weeks ago, Joal and I attended a over-night retreat with some friends and one of the get-to-know-each-other assignments was to recount the funniest things that's happened to you. Joal and I were hard-pressed to come up with anything really deeply funny to share and to be honest, it's been bugging me ever since. Are we not funny? Do we not have funny things happen to us? Is that not (gasp) normal? To make matters worse, we were the longest-married couple there (which is not unusual in our group of friends).

So I've been on a quest to find or remember funny things and do you know what I've discovered? My life is not funny.

The things I deal with as a parent (behavior, medication, dirt, seizures, doctors), as a home keeper (laundry, decor, cleaning), as one who is guiding my child's education (curriculum, reporting, constantly refocusing and re-directing, assignments, keeping it interesting, field trips, experiments), as a Christian (Sunday School teacher, supporter of missions to Sudan and Zambia, member of a large church), as an American (war, Army, elections, taxation), as a sister (the older sister), as a friend, a neighbor and as a woman...by and large, they just aren't funny.

Joal and I make each other laugh--until our sides ache or until one of us has to pee (you can guess who usually has to pee first, but it's not the one of us who has given birth twice) about stupid stuff but it's not stuff that anyone else would find uproariously funny.

Not to play self-evaluating pshcologist here, but I think part of it is that we are both extremely responsible oldest children. And life has thrown us some pretty serious curve balls--a child born early and with continuing physical and mental challenges, some pretty serious debt (which we worked out of, by the grace of God), some challenging career choices beginning with being an independent contractor and traveling extensively and ending with my not being employed, a life-altering move from Mississippi to Nashville, and some serious medical challenges for both of us.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. I know we have an amazing grace-filled life even with all the challenges. What's that Daryl Worly lyric..."I love this crazy, tragic, sometimes almost magic, awful beautiful life"? It's just all these things aren't necessarily known as "funny-material generators". Life is very serious to me and while I do laugh, it's not because things in my life are funny and I'm not even sure there's anything I can do about that.

That said, I do love a good redneck joke every now and then, probably because I grew up in Mississippi and they usually hit a little too close to home. :)

So, may your laughter be genuine and
may your life be filled with good stuff, not just funny stuff.

5.30.2007

So there was a Boy... (AAM Challenge #18)



The All About Me Challenge #18 was to write about or confess the most dangerous thing you've ever done. This is my answer. Since I had no photo of the actual machine, I snagged this one from a 3-wheeler history site (how's that for a hobby?) thanks to google. The photo owner is credited on the back of my LO.

Here's the journaling, since scanned journaling is difficult to read:

Isn’t that how every story of danger and intrigue starts? J When I was about 8 years old, we lived at Wesley and one of our neighbors had a son named Brian who was a year older than me. Brian had white-blonde hair and blue eyes and I had a major crush on him. Well, major for an 8 year old. For whatever reason, 3-wheeler ATV’s were the “hot new toy” of the early 80’s and Brian’s dad bought him a huge 3-wheeler (ATV). Now I have to wonder what he was thinking, but at the time I thought it just made him even cooler.

I think Mom and Dad were a little leery of the bike, but they let me ride with him once in a while. So one day we were riding the 3-wheeler across the field in front of our houses--he was driving and I was riding behind him. He took us thru a ditch and started up the incline on the other side and gunned the engine at the exact wrong time. The sudden exertion forced me to flip off the back and land on the ground behind the 3-wheeler, face down. Apparently it scared Brian, so he immediately let off the gas and the 3-wheeler proceeded to roll backwards down the incline and over my head. I remember the smell of exhaust and feeling the heat of the engine right in my face. I was terrified. I screamed and he hit the gas to get the machine off my head. I was so mad and so scared. It happened very quickly and I had no idea it was even possible. In a split second I had gone from happy passenger to having my head lodged under a running 3-wheeler!

The best part? Once I got over the fright and realized I was not hurt, I made him promise to be more careful and I got right back on with him.

And because I knew my mom would never let me ride with him again if I told her what happened…I never said a word to her about it.

So now you know, Mom. :) For what it’s worth, this is the most dangerous thing I ever did—and Wendy was nowhere around.
______________________________________

May your crushes all be adorable and may your head stay mostly where it belongs.

Happy Thursday!

5.21.2007

Tina is the Queen of my Scrapbooking heart.

So, if you've been reading around these parts for more than a minute, you know I adore Tina Cockburn's work. If I were handing out awards for coolest-chick-on-this-planet she would be a contender. For sure.

a California girl
a Mother of three
a Master of white space
Queen of the single photo layout and 8.5x11 format
Serious Photographer
Former KMA girl turned Simple Cover artist!
Unpretentious and makes powerful use of small amounts of patterned paper
an eloquent Wordsmith
Not afraid to use her handwriting
Completely inspiring...like I have to time myself on when I read her blog because if she's posted art there I know it's going to make me *have* to scrap myself.
a Blogger
a Pea

So, in case you haven't checked out her blog recently. Here's a link: Click here for ultra-cool layouts by Tina C...the queen of my scrapbooking heart. As stated on The Pub recently--"the woman could design toilet paper and I would be the first to order it!"

5.20.2007

Random thoughts from the weekend...


Garage Sale treasures of the week:

  • 2 wooden sconces (a total steal, I would have paid three times the price asked)

  • a 70s glass serving dish with lid (green with flowers)

  • 4 older issues of Handyman Magazine (for a certain boy I know who thinks these are the most awesome reading material)

  • a Pampered Chef Cheese Grinder (wrapped and sealed, new, in the box) for a dollar! A dollar!!

  • a Miles Davis CD and a Duke Ellington CD for a quarter each

And now a very important PSA: If you are going to have a garage sale, please spare your visitors from the sight of a-n-y used (even slightly) mens underthings. Does anyone really expect to sell old tightie-whities? Come on. Be real.

Went to the Zoo on Saturday…along with 75% of the rest of Nashville! The weather was cool and the breeze was divine and apparently everyone had the same idea we did.

Salad
Three years ago I had the pleasure of accompanying my husband to a regional meeting for his company that took place in Angola, Indiana at Potawatomi Inn on the Pokagon State Park. One of the highlights of our stay was a day trip over to a large Amish community in Shipshewana for a museum tour, lunch and shopping. Our luncheon took place in the home of an Amish family (imagine feeding 32 people at your dining table!). The surroundings were simple and minimalist and the meal was one of the most wonderful I’ve ever enjoyed. I don’t recall everything the lady of the home served but what I remember most was the fresh corn (cut off the cob in the morning and slow cooked with fresh churned butter and cream,) and the salad.

The salad. I’ve been on a quest to recreate the salad ever since that day. Instead of being a layered presentation it was more like a casserole. Sorta. I can’t describe it. The lettuce was shredded in narrow strips and all the other classic salad ingredients were finely chopped. Tomatoes, cheese, carrots, cucumber, onion, ham, pecans, and boiled egg. The buttermilk dressing was stirred in so that it generously covered everything. (I know this isn’t sounding appetizing…but it really was.) It was chilled and easy to eat, since there were no huge chucks of lettuce.

Previously, I had always made salad with torn lettuces (no knife bruising) and had I not been a guest, I might have never tried chopped lettuce. But it was really good. Salad that’s easy to eat…go figure.

Visiting the this home was one of the top ten defining experiences of my life. The calm. The lack of clutter. The love and respect that was obvious from the children (who ranged in age from adult to 6 years old). The simplicity. It was such a beautiful thing to be a guest in that home and to learn about the community directly from Ruby and Daniel and their children. I will treasure that day forever—not just the food but everything about it.



In other news, made a couple of Crafty Achievements this weekend too…finished the boys towel holders (one for each of my guys) and this little decorative hanger for my kitchen. The towel holders are mini-chalboards with a wooden initial attached. (I painted them white.) I discovered this idea in a very old Pottery Barn catalog--only their set was personalized with a paint pen and showed the whole name. I like the initials better.

Both boards (chalkboard, paint, brush, initial, wood glue and hanger) cost me less than a fifth of what Pottery Barn was selling them for. (Patting self on the back.) Gotta love that. Found the little decorative hanger plaque in the clearance bin at Michaels for $2. It was in poor shape…until I added paper! See what a little paper can do! Love paper!! Paper makes life pretty. Hee.



Here’s a picture I took at the zoo of a prickly weed with the prettiest purple flowers. (Click on it to see the full effect.) Ever wonder why weeds are the heartiest plants around?


Finally, I’ve been considering lately the difference in perfection and excellence. Perfection is usually unattainable. Excellence is not. Seeking perfection will often leave you disappointed and empty, especially if you don’t find it. Seeking excellence will give you a deep sense of accomplishment and appreciation, no matter what the outcome.

From Titus 3
At one time we too were foolish, disobedient, deceived and enslaved by all kinds
of passions and pleasures. We lived in malice and envy, being hated and hating
one another.

But when the kindness and love of God our Savior appeared,

he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of
his mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy
Spirit,

whom he poured out on us generously through Jesus Christ our
Savior,

so that, having been justified by his grace, we might become
heirs having the hope of eternal life.

This is a trustworthy saying. And
I want you to stress these things, so that those who have trusted in God may be
careful to devote themselves to doing what is good. These things are excellent
and profitable for everyone.



May all your weeds be pretty and your salads be tasty.

Happy Monday.

5.16.2007

Superman Stamps! of the Postage Variety!



Postage stamps may very well be the world's most overlooked pieces of every day art. I ran across this sheet of postage stamps commemorating the DC Comics last year quite by accident and knew in an instant they would be perfect embellishments for cards and layouts.

With a little image altering--enlarging and printing on kraft paper-- this is what I came up with.

Directions are at MBI, if you are interested.

Check out the USPS website for more possibilities!

The 2Peas writing prompt for the day is to name 3 things that are on your desk that shouldn't be there. Easy breezy.

1-PVC pipe fittings (confiscated from someone who thought they should be thrown at his brother)
2-half a dozen CDs...because we all knowthat CDs should be put away promptlyinto the CD closet. (snort)
3-a partial glass of Diet Coke. Which wouldn't be bad but it's been here for 2 days. I think I'm going to go take care of that now. LOL!

May all your mail be artful and all your bugs be ladies!

Happy Wednesday!

PS I also have a post on variety (using the same supplies in 7 different ways--7 cards) at MBI here.

5.15.2007

Hither and Yawn

I'm bored. Hence the title.

Been on a card streak today using stamps. Posted a few to 2Peas and a few to Memory Book Inspirations. If you are of a mind to, MBI could use some new participants. Things are kinda quiet there. It's a nice place to hang out--a little less intimidating than 2Peas. I am semi-in-charge of the card makers board there. I have new stuff to post there tonight, if you like simple card making.

Couple of random thoughts:

1. Why do stores not take advantage of the ease of blogs? Especially scrapbook stores? I totally don't get this. Marketing 101. Basic information. It's so easy. If you have a scrapbook store (or a stamp store), please get a blog. I promise--you will not regret it. And your customers will think you are the coolest.

2. I hate the tv show--The Bachelor. Hate actually may not be a strong enough term. And yet, it's like a bad wreck...I can't not be curious about it. The premise is sub-stupid. Andy is not even worthy (do they really think he's perfect?) and the women are portrayed as anywhere from desperate to insane. I could go on for days about all the ways this show is stupid and conceptually idiotic, but I won't. Suffice it to say I have seen a total of maybe 30 minutes this season and that's too much. But I'm still curious. Why is that?

3. Geoff Moore--the man unknowingly responsible for Joal and I being together--has a new album out called Speak to Me. On it he did a remake of the recent Brad Paisley tune "When I Get Where I'm Going" that is totally stellar. And I usually hate re-makes. Brad Paisley's version is recorded with Dolly Parton. I like Brad Paisley--I think he may actually one of the most talented writers in country music right now and I liked his version ofthis song. Then I heard Geoff's. Geoff Moore recorded it with Watermark wife, Christy Nockels. Good stuff! Worthy of full price...which if you know my husband, is saying something. :) Unfortunately, it appears I may have to go to Canada to see him in concert any time soon.

4. Do you read Angela Daniels' blog? I do and I love it. She and some friends have a series of PDF classes on Color that I found very helpful. Check it out.

5. Another of our Nashville stores is closing. Paper Moon--the only thing on the west side for paper crafters announcedSaturday it will be closed by the end of the month. I went in on Saturday afternoon and felt so sad. I relaly don't like shopping closing sales. It just feels so icky...like customers are taking undue advantage of the owner's misfortune. I guess the owners generally want to sell all their stuff but it just feels creepy to me. While the discount would be nice, I can't go back. I hate the gloom. I don't know. I'm somewhat over-sensitive in some things related to entrepreneurship.

6. I enjoy reading Heidi Swapp's blog...I do. I just wish she would use a paragraph break every now and then. Seriously. Of course, some people probably wish I would learn to spell...so, I can't have everything I want. I know. :)

7. Lastly, it appears that barring the Army changing his orders at the last minute, my Army brother Andy will be deployed to Afghanistan on/around 5/22. I can't comment because I don't know what to say.

May all your donuts not fall on the ground and
may your children always wipe their feet at the door.

Is that too much to hope for? Happy Tuesday!

5.14.2007

Happy Monday!

Before I forget, Lisa Bearnson had a particularly meaningful blog entry on April 6, that I just now had a chance to read. Check it out. (I'm probably the only person onthe planet who hadn't read it...but just in case.) :)

The best $40 I ever spent...I have to think more on that. What about you?

5.10.2007


Old Things, Regret and Peppers


Simple and old. Those are the things that appeal to me. The longer I hang around, the deeper it runs or perhaps the more in touch with this need for well-loved, traditional unpretentious things I get.

The 2Peas challenge for yesterday was to write about an emotion you've felt. I'm choosing the very ugly, very annoying emotion of *regret*.

I goofed up at a garage sale last weekend and I've been regretting it all week. One of those subversive, slightly nagging things that kinda pricks my mind when there's nothing else to think about. If there's such a thing as a mental kick-in-the-pants, I've been doing it all week. I passed up a 3-piece set of old Pyrex dishes (similar to these I found on ebay) and an obviously-old wooden rolling pin--all four items for $20. I was a wimp. I have a hard time spending large bills at garage sales, even when it's a really good buy. I don't want to spend my money all in one place. Wimp. Even as we were walking down the driveway, away from the garage sale, I told Deborah "that will be my next garage sale regret for the next week". I should learn to trust myself more than this.

Old kitchen stuff is just so "right" to me. I'd rather have old stuff then new. Vintage, retro, junktique--whatever you want to call it...I like it.



My mother and grandmother have been using these dishes for as long as I can remember. It's a tradition I like. It's funny--I see a certain size and style of dish and I can tell you what signature dish my mother makes and always serves in this dish.

Having someone to go to garage sales with is definately more fun than going alone. Deborah and I left home last Saturday at just after 7 am and we had a wonderful morning. We decided that our favorite stops are church garage sales, preferrably the one in outlying small towns. She found a JAG Season 2 DVD set for $5. I found some abandoned antique photos to rescue and a tatted handkerchief (no idea how to spell that). And a mini-muffin tin. And a small yellow 1.5 cup Pyrex bowl with lid from 1960 for a quarter.



Later in the week I adopted a frog at the Bellevue junque store--no not a green slimey frog--a steel one used in floral arranging. I'm pretty sure when I saw it there was an audible rapid intake of air. It demanded to come home with me. Jenni Bowlin started this...paper thing in a frog bit. Repurposing impresses me like nothing else. :)

Most floral companies use ugly plastic frogs now...and they don't work all that well. In my life before children I spent a significant amount of time working in a flower shop. I will never forget the day one of our oldest clients brought in her huge heavy very-old steel frog and asked me to use it in the bottom of a vase of flowers for her dining room. When she gave it to me, I had no clue what it was or what I was supposed to do with it. And I had no idea how heavy it was. Boy, was I in for an eye-opening experience! :)



And finally, the science project known as growing peppers has sprouted. Did I mention that no one in our family actually eats peppers? I let the boys pick the seed packet and apparently, the bright colors attracted their attention. They selected peppers. I decided to just go with it. I wonder if my neighbors like peppers?

May you have no regrets about today and may all your frogs be made of steel.