Wednesday, May 26, 2010

S is for Sisters!

I've got two of them.
They're both older than me.
Old ladies. {tehehe}

Here's a good quote for my sisters:
"Big Sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life."
~Charles M. Schulz

Good night.


Naw, I'm just teasin'!

I like to mess with my sisters. Sometimes I like to do this:

Picture of my sister, Jill:

Picture of my sister, Jill, after I've had a bit of fun:

:) tehehe

Seriously though, I like my sisters. Here we are picking peaches last summer:

If you don't understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child.
~Linda Sunshine
Love ya Sissers!

Friday, May 21, 2010

Recently thrifted

This de-lish-ish-nish will soon be curtains in my craft room.

I'm thinking a little of this:

And this:

for trim.
Whatcha' think?

Sunday, May 16, 2010

From brassy to saSSy!!

I'm in love and I don't care who knows it!!!
(channeling my favorite ElF!)
About a month ago I went to a lovely, lovely flea market and found several treasures.

One of them was this brassy owl trivet. Lovely in form, but the brass had to go!

Add some funky green Krylon paint and voila...

A new pretty to hang in my kitchen! :)

Senior Year {1991}

Yesterday, my sweet hubs and I decided to work on our ATROCIOUS garage. It was in need of major decluttering. I am happy to report that we accomplished quite a lot (with a bit to go).

I also came across some photos of the two of us together during our senior year of high school.

We were so young!
So cute!
So thin!


Thursday, May 13, 2010


Playing Alphabe-Thursday with Jenny is fun! Click here for details!

I’m in a quandary!

And I shouldn’t be. The quandary causers are FUN things. The timeline is the quandary.

Let me explain.

My niece, Hannah, is pregnant. I’m helping host her baby shower on June 5th. Super fun – but LOTs to do between now and then. And I’m going out of town the weekend before. And, did I mention, my full-time job is about an hour away from my house so I’m pretty much out of the fun stuff from 7:40 a.m. to 6 p.m. Monday through Friday.

But, none of this caused the quandary. Well, maybe in part. But only because I entered this contest. {With absolutely NO expectation of winning, I must add.}

The contest was through Gooseberry Patch, a company whose cookbooks I adore and who is directly responsible for me meeting some of the best friends of my life. (Mrs. Matlock included!)

I read an email last week that said Host a Preview Party for our New Cookbook! So, I clicked on the link. And I wrote a little blurb about why I love Gooseberry Patch cookbooks so. Darn.much!

This morning I open my email and there’s a message from Gooseberry Patch. You are a winner!

I am one of the twenty folks selected to host a cookbook preview party.

Which means planning and cooking and cleaning and organizing and inviting and making it super fun so that when the pictures of my party are posted to Gooseberry’s Facebook page all of you will vote that my party was the MOST fun and then I will win autographed cookbooks for me and all my guests!

{Pausing to catch my breath…….}

Quandary (dictionary defined) – nagging doubts

I have nagging doubts that I can pull it all off. Did I mention that Grand Prize winner will be announced by June 16th?

Quandary (Amy Defined) – How am I going to fit it all in??????!!!!!!!!!!

{You may have noticed I skipped the letter P. That reminds me of that old grade school joke> Teacher asks boy to say the alphabet. He does.....M N O Q R S T U V... Teacher says, "Where's your P?" Boy replies, "Running down my leg!"}


Sunday, May 9, 2010

Mother's Day without

This is my first Mother's Day without Mom.

It was odd not shopping for a gift. Not planning a visit to see her. I miss my mom. I miss her the way she was before illness filled her every hour with pain.

This Mother's Day I am thankful. Because, though I am without her on this earth, I know where she dwells. I know her pain is gone.

I'm thankful that for 37 years I celebrated Mother's Day with her physically. And I'm thankful now to celebrate her life and what a great Mom she was to me. And I'm thankful to know that a reunion awaits. What a glorious Mother's Day that will be.

I love you Mom!

Thursday, May 6, 2010

O is for omentum

It is alphabe-Thursday!!

Do you know what an omentum is? You have one. We all do! Some of us (ME) have rather large omentums. Others do not.

I do not like people with small omentums.

I discriminate.

Naw, really I'm just jealous. I long for a small omentum. But, I fear my omentum may be stretched to the point of no return.

Omentum: one of the folds of the peritoneum that connect the stomach with other abdominal organs, especially the greater omentum.

This post is disgusting.

And it is ,my niece, Cathy's fault.

The End.

Have a lovely day.

Well...crud...I got all the way to the end of this post and realized O was last week.

I'm linking up anyways!

Sunday, May 2, 2010

When it takes a figurative 'smack in the face'

I guess you never stop learning. About yourself. About others. About life in general. It's not a revelation really. More of an acceptance. The thing is - when you're young, and the learning is more the general knowledge variety - it's fun! But as you get older, learning gets painful. All the cliches you've heard your whole life like "You can't please everyone all the time" suddenly are real. And the cliche is true, but it's not painless. It's not innocent. Because when someone is not pleased, that means they're displeased. And displeasure is accompanied by discontent. And sometimes sadness. And sometimes pain. But the big accompaniment is disappointment. Disappointment is a breath stealer. Infringing on the lungs of not only the disappointed, but the one who disappoints. Stealing away life giving air until the thoughts that crowd the mind of both, shout "Look what you caused! You're a bad person." And who can live like that? So both - the disappointed and the disappointer - inhale deeply and say, "I'm going to be the best me I can be." And they take a step forward and away, not realizing they're on the same path. They're just walking in different directions.