Live Life

There is a woman and to blog is her desire

but too many things her attention now requires

Life is good and the things in it are grand

right now to enjoy it will be her new stand

A Tribute to the Grandparents in Our Lives

Grandparents touch our lives in lots of different ways

Guiding each of us through life’s magnificent maze
Supplying support, making many memories, and offering advice
So that we do not have to rely on the roll of the dice
Grandparents honed their knowledge over the course of their lives
We benefit by listening to their stories in order to grow wise
Understanding their experiences will give us sensitivity
So that we have awareness when we face adversity
Grandparents are necessary, unique and diverse
Each providing an impact us and our universe
I am taking this moment to say
I simply love you a little more each day

Billi Jo


Here are two scrapbook pages I created and actually completed before Grandparents Day.
Now if only I could get the cards in the mail...

Journaling:

Grandma has stories of the things that mommy did,

when mommy was little, she was sure a funny kid.
Grandma supports all the activities that we are in,

and is full of praise, even if we do not win.

Grandma has a bag filled with things for us to do

colors and scissors and of course way too much glue.

Grandma has a heart, that love has over spilled,

which means our hearts, with grandmas love, are completely over filled.

Happy Grandparents Day

Sunday, September 13, 2009

The Customary Sniff

I just completed the customary sniff. You-know-the-one-where you hold a wash cloth that could contain an unpleasant odor, between your forefinger and thumb, with the remaining three fingers fanned away as to not acquire the possible stench. You exhale, but only slightly, because the likelihood of inhaling an unwanted odor. You draw the suspected stench laden washcloth up to your nose, and sniff briefly, pulling the washcloth away immediately. Then wait for the overwhelming indication that the washcloth needed to be laundered, yesterday. Luckily for me, this ONE time, I actually avoided the toe curling nastiness that normally accompanies the customary sniff. So I ask, is there anyone else, out there, who chooses to stimulate their nose hair by performing this task?

Caption Challenge

I love to scrapbook and to make my own cards, some even call me “crafty”. If I had a little more confidence I would create hand made home decorations to hang around the house, that is if I were allowed to “poke holes in the walls,” but I digress. When scrap booking I normally have an idea in mind long before I begin a page, but every once in a while I come across a photo or two that I want to scrap, and can’t figure out what to do. So I am soliciting the advice of my faithful few (and possible a few “lurkers”) who I know are full of creativity; to help me come up with captions to some great photos. I get to be the judge and all decisions are final. There may not always be a winner, but if one is chosen, their idea will be scraped and posted here, and the winner will receive a box of handmade cards.

Here is the first installment of Caption Challenge…

Lovely Ladies

Excuses and challenges.

And I am really good at both.

I used to have the cute LITTLE blogger log in and password, and then I joined a running challenge in which I had to create a g-mail account (which for some reason automatically changed my blogger account). Now I have this long drawn out, semi complicated log in, that I only get right 50% of the time. Anyone willing to accept that as an accuse for not updating my blog regularly? Lame, I know, but hey it was a starting point, right? My new challenge is to write an update once a week in which I simply sit and write, completely unabridged. It should make for some interesting writing and quite possibly some frustrating reading, but it is something I need to do in order attack my perfectionism; an obstacle I so desire to tear down.

What could possibly make that noise?

We were camping, just sitting around the campfire talking to our fellow campers, when we began to hear this intense scraping noise. It’s not a noise you'd recognize, nor could you imagine what could possibly make it. And it keeps getting louder and louder, until it is right on top of us. I wasn’t quite sure where my kids were so I stood to make sure that none were in the path of this noise, only to see a grown man pulling a 40 quart sized wheeled cooler along the side of his bike. The source of the noise was finally identified and yet remained unimaginable, and continues to make me giggle even as I recall the event. I still can not imagine where he came from. Talk about “testing” a product; Coleman needs to hire that man.

Update Blog. Check.

Just wanted everyone to know that I am collecting some great stories to tell…one involving a gravel road, a cooler, a grown man and a peddle bike, and another one about a new scooter, a girl, and a rather large hill. Right now I am just happy to have my computer functioning virus free so that I can once again “creep” around on everyone's blogs.

Existing in real life, not in blogger land.

I have been thoroughly enjoying the effects of Global Warming (50-70 degrees days in July)…and thus have not had the opportunity to increase my carbon emissions by cranking the air conditioner, running my desk top computer, and updating the masses through my blog… please accept my apologize for not keeping you informed…off to bake some desserts to keep the house warm ;-)

Wednesday Without Words