Looky what I got!!!

So here is our “new-to-us” car. Got it today. I LOVE it!!!! It has a CD player. (We are so excited.) The air conditioner works BEAUTIFULLY, and the cruise control works PERIOD. Despite it’s small size, I can fit SEVEN (7) people in it as there is a MAGICAL 3rd row of seats AND as long as we don’t have to carry any stuff . Not only that, but I would have taken any color car for the low mileage this one had (5,300) and it’s young age (2008), but THIS is the color car I’ve wanted since 1991. I’m a happy, happy girl.

And I obviously took photos of it with a digital camera which arrived at my house yesterday!!! So glad to have one again. It’s way more camera than I know how to use. . .YET. But I’ll figure it out.

AND here is a real, live photo of my name thingy I made to go on our mantle. Cost all of $7 for the frames and $3 for a can of black spray paint.

Please do not judge my sad, forlorn mantle. It is a work in progress.

My word. . .

. . .it’s raining!!!!!

I love where I live.

Just got home from the dedication of a new park in Small Town, Texas. There was free watermelon–water slide moonwalks–no less than THREE prayers offered–a color guard made up of veterans from three wars–Johnny Lee sang the national anthem (then took off to the bar down the highway to sing “Lookin’ for Love” 1,000 times I guess)–saw a few beers but no one was drunk–only heard one curse word and that was from a teenaged boy–no one honked their horns in frustration as all 1,000 or so of us waited our turn to get onto the two lane road with one lane going east and the other west–and the only thing I saw on the ground in the way of trash were some watermelon rinds. The fireworks were beautiful. I cried as the color guard posted the colors. Hats were removed for the pledge and EVERYONE said it. Happy Independence Day to you.

Eavesdropper

Whle driving to church last night, I confirmed with Tony that when our new AAA membership kicks in, we will have four tows. From the back seat comes The Boy’s voice.

“FOUR TOES??? I have TEN toes. And ten fingers.”

He obviously only heard PART of the conversation, but we are glad he can at least count to ten.

Shortages

We ran out of milk Sunday night. . .after church. . .after we’d driven the 13 miles home. We have bagels and apple juice for breakfast, so there was some whining from The Boy who LIVES for milk, but there was no mutiny threatened.

Until today.

We were sitting a the table playing a round of Mancala. I was snacking on dry Corn Chex for breakfast–straight out of the box–and Thad was too. Until he realized that something was amiss. He got a bowl, and a spoon, and went straight to the fridge when I stopped him dead in his tracks. “We’re outta milk, Boy.”

Oh. My. Goodness. The drooping of the shoulders. . .the slumping of the back. . .the dragging of feet. . .and then this declaration.

“I WANT MILK!!! I don’t CARE if it comes STRAIGHT OUT OF THE COW!!! I WANT SOME MILK.”

We remedied the situation quickly. And got some Eskimo Pies to boot. More milk don’t ya know.

Early Afternoon Loldogz. . .

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And some kitties too. . .

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Wordles

That’s “WIRD-ull” not “wordless” misspelled.

Here’s mine. It’s brighter on the link, but here’s a copy.

Make your own. To get custom colors, click on “Color” then “Custom Palette” then “Edit Custom Palette” then double click on the gray boxes to get a menu of colors.

WAY FUN. . .wish I had a color printer available.

I also made something very much like this, and it is now sitting atop our mantle. We don’t have a digital camera at this moment, so I had to resort to some sketchy paint skills to bring you this masterpiece.

In real life the variety fonts are in several in several different sized black frames ranging from 8×10 to 3 1/2×5 and one really tall skinny one. I got them at the dollar store, and the ones that weren’t black, I painted black–Rustoleum laquer. I’m glad it’s on top of the mantle, cause the mantel is TALL and no one can see my mess ups. I will be glad when I can take a REAL photo to show you. It’s nice.

Cute Stuff

I didn’t make this, but I TOTALLY plan on making one like it very soon. While looking around tonight I found THIS blog. Go. There. Very. Cute.

I’m back in the craft room pulling everything out of the closet (and that’s A LOT) so I can actually get things where they belong so I can actually use the place. . .anyway. . .in honor of craftiness (the good kind), take a look at these precious ideas (seen above) from a crafty, crafty gal.

Cute, easy frame (scroll down towards the bottom of the post to see the frame and technique, although all her little fabricy things are precious too)

And another. . .

Easy applique. . .and if you frame it, there’s no sewing needed

To see more of her adorable designs, go to her Flickr account. She has got some seriously cute things.

And she uses fabric designed by this gal in this studio. . .
Isn’t this GORGEOUS????

Here is a great, little page that has a ton of free templates. You can make matchboxes or playing card sized boxes, or cake piece boxes in whatever paper or card stock you like. Cool.

Camp

From the summer of ‘78 through the summer lof ‘87 I could be found at camp. I lived ALL. YEAR. LONG. to get there. It was my entire summer all rolled into a few days.

Camp was:
hot as blue blazes
walking around with bandaids on your knuckles from playing box hockey
trying to get a table by a fan in the mess hall (no a/c)
avoiding “killerpillars” that infested the place and STUNG mercilessly
Yelly Screamy
skit night
water fun
the moonlight hike
Bible class
swings
The Box
KP
ringing the bell
Camper/Staff softball game
the day your cabin FINALLY got to go canoeing
Cabin check
all night prayer sessions
a bunch of incredibly silly songs
Elbow day
the Country Store
singing, and singing, and more singing
Campfire
pranks
Holy Ground in the staff room
and a list a mile long of people who watched me grow up

I recently caved and gave into the siren’s song of Facebook. I had resisted it knowing that I would get sucked in to all of my old friendships–which is not a bad thing mind you. These people–school people and camp people–they are the people who helped me along my way. I’m just sort of a talker (go ahead–spew your beverage on your computer monitor–I know that’s an understatement), and this world wide web makes talking even faster for me. Seeing as how I have three people in my house and about 200 students and peer faculty at school, I didn’t really need to go out and find 650 of my closest friends from 20 years ago during this past school year. Little busy.

But now it’s summer. . .and so I’ve succumbed. One of the most fun things has been finding people from camp. I keep trying to figure out how to explain it, and I can’t. If you’ve been to camp, you know.
Anyway here is me 20+ year ago at camp. Please pardon the frosted makeup and big hair.

My sweet friend, Arlene. She went to prom with Matthew McConnaughey. No lie.

I served as a Maintenance Maid for several summers. We cleaned like 15 years worth of grime off the stoves one night.

Everyone lining up to go eat lunch. They guy waving, Charlie, was a dear, dear friend who passed away several years ago. This one photo sums him up.

Lots and lots of good friends.

Cupcake: A question posed by The Boy to his Sister

His exact words were. . .
“Wanna piece uh me, Cupcake?!?”

He balled up his fists, stuck out his arms, did his best Dirty Harry impersonation, then ended it by calling his sister “Cupcake.”

Seriously?

What 8 year old boy does that?

I guess this one does.