Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Lookin for a blog with a tutorial for a Felt rose Scarf

Day whatever... of my 30 day blogfest.
I have been searching in vain for a blog that did a tutorial for a felt or wool rose scarf.  It was adorable.  I must have guessed I could remember where to find it when I wanted it.  After final 4 exams, I can't even remember what my name is.
I  think I clicked into a link from one of my followed websites. Needless to say, it's all stored in my head and I have to just try to figure it all out.


*Update:  I tried one more time and typed in Blogger tutorial felt flower scarf and Wallah... You can make this along with me at "Watch me Daddy"   CLICK HERE
Be sure to come back when I finish.

UPDATE:  check out my version HERE

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Blah blah blah blah blahhhh

Post 8 of my 30 day blog fest.
(sigh).... I'm realizing it's Wednesday.... and I haven't posted in 3 days on my 30 day blogfest.

Sign here.....____________________________ if you care to to protest.   (sigh.)  

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Perfect Christmases


Post #7 in my 30 blogfest

It's Sunday night and I just finished watching the First Presidency Christmas Message.  (You can find the archives at LDS.org.)   I was reminded during the broadcast that we should have a wonderful Christmas regardless of whether or not we consider it perfect.  There are so many things that are good about this time of year.  Right after, I was reminiscing to myself about my own childhood and was reminded by a few memories I had growing up.  When I think of perfect Christmases these were the memories that stood out.  I hope you enjoy!


The time my oldest sister took me with her to buy a present for a single woman and her children that were not so fortunate that year.  She knew the lady had zero money to buy gifts for the kids and felt that we could help her out.  I don't remember what we bought them, but I do remember the spirit of Christmas that she taught me about scraping your pennies together to help make someone else's Christmas a little more jolly.  After dark that Christmas Eve, we went and dropped it on her door step, rang the bell and ran. I don't remember what I got that year under our tree at home, but I have always remembered this lady many times and wondered how she felt having a little joy dropped at her door that Christmas.


A different memory was a friend that my brother and I shared in common.  He was a teenager living with his mother and step father.  That particular year, his parents decided they really didn't need a tree.  This friend was lamenting that he really wasn't feeling Christmas at his house.


Fortunate for us, my brother worked with the scouts selling Christmas trees.  My brother found a tree that was pretty lame and was sure no one would buy because it had a large space without branches.  The scout leader let him crop the top 2 feet off the tree and he and I made arrangements when the friend was out of the home to go put it up in his room .   We bought a strand of lights and decorated it and hung wrapped Christmas candy from the branches.  He eventually figured out it was us, but we felt good that he had a little Christmas spirit that year. 


Would you be willing to share a memory from your past?

Friday, December 2, 2011

Confronting age head on.

Post #6 in 30 day blogfest
I'm learning today about death and dying in my Human Development and Family Studies.  I'm in the chapter on old people and it says that most old people are very conscientious about when they die and how they will go.  It's interesting that I don't think about death more than I do but the text brings out that as you age, you will confront the issue more than when you are younger.  I stopped to think about that and realized, "Yes, I will someday die".  Another part of the text brings out the fact that aging can be broken down into three categories:  The young old , old old, and the oldest old.   The first group is healthy and active, the second has some health problems, and the third and are frail and need care.  I was thinking which group I might belong to and surmised that I must be young, because I'm mostly healthy and active.  After looking up the ages for the three groups the young old started at 65.

Now, my kids are constantly telling me that I'm old.  It doesn't bother me mostly, except that it means I no longer know the latest rap lyrics and know I better not even try wearing my britches down around my knees.  I've come to the conclusion that the difference between me and the olds is that I'm still feeling my oats. I'm sure this day will change, but when that happens I won't have any problems knowing that I'm finally old; cuz my wild oats will have turned into prunes and All Bran.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

daily doings 11-29-2011

Yesterday,
Went to school.  Went on a Virtual fieldtrip to Glacier National Park.  Made dinner.  Picked up John from school. Took Kate to a play date.  Watched "Castaway on the Moon" on netflix with the family for family night.  Went to bed.

The movie we watched is a Korean knock off of Tom Hank's rendition of "Castaway".  It was entertaining to say the least.  All the dialogue is in Korean and unless you happen to know a little of that language, you'd better plan to read the subtitles.

Today,  Got up.  Took Benadryl for my allergy.  Got too drowsy and  stayed home from class.  Did some sociology reading.  Practiced my Spanish flashcards.  Can't study.  Going to lunch with my friend.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Christmas trees of the past

Okay, Okay so I have missed posts for the last three days.  But, those reading have not lived up to their end of the bargain.  The deal was that I would blog for 30 days if those reading would leave a post.  
( which a-hemmmm)   None of you have and I know you are reading.  
 But I digress....

Post #4 in my  30 blog fest.

 There is nothing more sweet than watching your kids decorate a newly put up bare tree.  I remember fondly those memories of begging our parents to hurry and get a tree. After finally getting the freshly cut tree from the tree lot, my dad would stick it in a bucket of water to soak up moisture before bringing it in the house.  We could hardly wait until we could go to the attic to bring down all the ornaments to garnish its branches.  
I loved all the traditional ornaments we would put on the tree:  the tin bells that over time lost the clapper, the breakable glass ornaments that we hung up with the cracked side turned to the wall and hoped no one would see so we would have more ornaments on the tree, and the large bulb strand of Christmas lights that no one uses on their tree anymore. 





When we were young, most of our ornaments consisted mostly of the homemade ornaments that my siblings made in Elementary School.  You know, the colored macaroni wreaths that had a school picture carefully taped behind, and the Christmas trees that had pompoms glued all over them.   Today, I have carefully saved all of those from my kids and they are the favorite box of ornaments that they  love to reminisce over, but they go right back in the box to save for the child that made it.  
What do you remember from your childhood tree.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Nutty Mishap

Day 3 of my 20 day blogfest!
Well,  it's official!  I finally have something noteworthy to post in my 30 day blog fest.  Last night, I thought I'd sit and enjoy some of the stash of nuts that I bought for the holidays.  After a few, my tongue swelled up so bad, it felt like there were marbles in between the layers.  Finally,my nose and lips swelled up and got numb.  Miss Emily tried to wisk me off to the E.R.  but I wouldn't hear of it. ( I wouldn't smell of it either.)  I took Benadryl and sat at the computer trying to figure out if I was going to die.  Out of the 10 or so dangerous symptoms before anaphalactic shock, I had 7 of them.  Yep, I suppose I should have made the trip.  My doctor confirmed that today as well and scolded me a little for my apparent confidence that everything was alright.  To make things worse, the pharmacist told me that I could not get the epi pens filled because my insurance had not pre-approved them and unless I wanted to pay 243$ for the cash price, I'd need to come back on Monday.   Great!  Thanksgiving Eve where creams, nuts, and breads are being generously prepared and she wanted me to tell my lips to behave themselves.

At least I do have something of which I can be grateful for and it would be that I'm still here with my family, still blogging, and not in more of a wad than I could be.  ** Katannuta for this Thanksgiving time!  I'll take it.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!


**Katannuta

"From a Buddhist point of view, the Pali word which we translate in English as gratitude is katannuta. The word katannuta consists of two parts: kata which means that which has been done, especially that which has been done to one, to oneself, and annuta which means knowing or recognizing. So katannuta means knowing or recognizing what has been done to one, that is to say knowing and recognizing what has been done to one for one's benefit."
from: answers.com http://www.answers.com/topic/gratitude

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Daily doings 11-22-11

 Day 2 of 30 day blogfest!

√    Got John off to school     (this was a big check)
 
√     Wear the cute scarf and flower I bought at a women's conference this last May.  Remember my post?  click here



















√     Enjoy compliments of my cute scarf and flower

√     Clase de Espanol 

√     Thanksgiving shopping at Winco

√     Arranged the flowers that I bought at Winco
√     Called the dentist for an emergency visit for John 

√     Paid my bills

√     Filing all my bill
 
√     Make dinner


Still to do:
Study Geography Lab 
Try to stay out of the Reece's pieces I bought for Thanksgiving weekend.


Try to stay out of the Reece's pieces I bought for Thanksgiving weekend

Try to find one thing to clean before Thanksgiving weekend and hope I don't run into the Reece's pieces that I've put in the kitchen cupboard.


Buy more Reece's pieces for Thanksgiving weekend   :)

Monday, November 21, 2011

No dust bunnies here! 30 Day blogfest!

I admit the reason I haven't blogged lately is that I don't have alot of time to sit and create cute anecdotal stories to please.   My life has been somewhat topsy turvy as school bears down on my time and robs me of any creative juices that may have been flowing in my veins.
One of the uncool things I see about blogging though, is that most blogs get started and fall down the ladder of "have beens" and  forgotten memoirs  I do not want to become a dust bunny in the closet and have decided, on the example of one of my fellow bloggers, that I will embark on a 30day blog fest.  I promise to come back and post a few tidbits  every day, no matter how trivial its seems, if you promise to leave a response when you read my blog.    Deal?  DEAL!


For starters:     Today, I awakened and re-evaluated my plans for the University.  I have my next four years planned out.  It felt good to make some important decisions and see that those decisions were actually lightened my educational bucket.    As I walked Miss Kate to school, I looked up in the sky, smelled the cool air, and smiled.  I felt as though a cloud lifted and I could see a fresh bright future ahead of me.


Later, I went to my Geography class.  We were tested on weathering, earthquakes, and volcanoes.  I missed four problems which is an improvement for me.  I felt good about that until I came home to my online Sociology test.  50% is pretty bad, yet, I realize.....  I don't have to run down the graduation field with a 4.00 GPA.  I just need to pass.  I failed a test today, and I am still okay.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Rite of passage just to go to college





In order to gain admissions to the 4 year college in my city, I must be current on my tetanus shot. I finally went against all my better judgment and had my doctor administer one. I told Mr. T that he needs to watch me because I might even DIE. I tend to believe all the conspiracy theories of immunizations and all that other mumbo jumbo. I haven't died yet... (I am writing this)... but I did have some side effects and I was a real basket case this weekend. I was emotional, achy, and really agitated, and plain just not feeling good.
I decided I'd look up side effects of the D Tap shots and see just what my demise was going to be. It says these shots are given to children at 2mo, 4mo, 6 mos. And other ages. I never saw age 43, but then I found the following statement: “D Tap immunization is generally required before a child can start school.” I figured they were right and that it was a good thing that I can now go to college.
I continued to look up side effects and could not find a thing about baskets or cases, but I did see that crankiness was a very major symptom and I had a lot of it. Soreness at the injection site can cause one to feel unwell, but Tylenol can be administered to help one feel better. Additionally, it said in rare cases, one might cry for 3 hours straight. Although I felt very much like crying for 3 hours straight, I have put on my big girl pants and I'm on my way to becoming a student of the big school. I  just need a good long belt to sinch them up.

Friday, October 14, 2011

HI MOM, I know you are reading my blog.... call me on my cell phone or get on Yahoo messenger.
LOVE YOU.  YES, EVERYONE WILL KNOW i LOVE MY MOM! :)

Thursday, October 13, 2011

I am a Mormon and I am Christian


Lost Lamb by Del Parson
It is not for us to say who in the deepest sense, is or is not close to the spirit of Christ. We do not see into men's hearts. We cannot judge... It would be wicked arrogance for us to say that any man is, or is not, a Christian.

~ C. S. Lewis

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Just keep swimming!

Going to school ain't no cake walk.  Some professors are with you and some are simply not.  It gets discouraging from time to time and sometimes you just need someone to tell you that you are doing a good job.  One professor of mine does not  like to answer questions and seems uninterested in anything you have to say. Asking her questions is like trying to get a cat to  listen you while you recite the pledge of allegiance. She hears you, but she simply is not  interested in what you have to say.  I have been discouraged by this teacher and have even vowed not to ask questions, EVER!  My faith in the teachers' academy has been tainted, and I will not give in.  Today, I happened to get an e-mail from another professor that had responded to a newly graded paper.  It simply said, "GREAT JOB!"  It's all I needed to set aside my differences and to try, try , try once again.  Thank you to all teachers that take the time to encourage a student to "just keep swimming ". Because maybe I will.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Forget Not...

If you were to listen to this broadcast last night, you would understand what the forget me nots have come to mean to so many women.  It was a touching reminder to " forget not" some basic truths.
You can view the entire talk of  president Uchtdorf by pressing this link HERE.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Some ties are just too expensive

A man stood in line in front of me at a local thrift store.  He was purchasing a tie that was a little dull in my opinion: black, tan, and brown.  He seemed to be a little unsure of his selection and asked the young girl close to me if she liked it.  I don't know if she really didn't have an answer, or if she was just more people savvy than I, for she simply said she did not know.  When the man turned to me, he asked me if I liked the tie he was holding.  I really didn't like the tie, and somehow I'd convinced myself that since he asked me, I was entitled to give my honest opinion.  "No, sir.  I don't like the color black with those other colors."  A glare shot at my face and right through my head.  He could have nailed it to the wall 50 ft behind me.  Me:  " Of course sir, that tie would look great against the black pin stripe shirt you are wearing.... and what do I know anyway.? ha ha".  I'm not sure he even listened to me, and I watched him hand the tie very resolutely to the cashier.  He gathered his belongings and left the store without another comment to me or to anyone else.  I learned something that day. And it rang loud and clear.  People have a distinct need to be valued and appreciated, and.... to have their thoughts and feelings validated.  The man was probably going to buy the tie anyway, but was looking for someone to affirm his  choices that day.  Sadly, I missed out on an opportunity to build up the self esteem of someone else.  I still wish he'd found a sky blue tie to go with his black pin stripe shirt....but I'm not willing to pay the price. It's too expensive.

By the way, if you really are interested in buying one or both of these ties, you can purchase them by pressing on this link:  Etsy: Ragdollady55.  I don't know her... but I borrowed her picture.  Just figured I should help her sell them now. 

Monday, August 15, 2011

Top 10 places I'd rather be

Was just thinking and dreaming about places I'd rather be, than sitting in front of my computer with a touch of the stomach flu.  Yuck.


10.  Riding a Harley down Pennsyvania Ave.  Washington needs a wake up call.
9.  Being at Walmart at 10 PM and running into friends that truly knew why we were both there.
8.  Merchant Square on Arizona Ave in Chandler, Arizona (antique mall)
7.  Quilting with the old quilt group in the Ray 2nd ward cultural hall. It was always a blast.
6.  Going to Lake Tahoe with the fam, staying in a cabin, and renting Kayaks.
5.  Going to Sacramento with my friend Vickie.  When we go, the day is always a vacation.
4.  With my mom cuttingout quilt squares.  It's the one past time I have in common with my mom. (besides being a mom :)
3. With my husband at the Macaroni Grill.  ( that place can make any date seem romantic)
2.  With my sister Leslie at Goodwill.  If they try to close early, she will have your back.
1.  With my sister Kara, out milking the cow that we don't own yet.
       (leslie, you'd have been number one.  But you have yet to promise to own a cow with me.)

what are your top 10?



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Friday, August 12, 2011

Partial kitchen remodel

Family bonding in our family happens the best when we are in the middle of a home improvement project. It is grueling work, but its funny how everyone wants a piece of the action. I'm not sure whether its because they want to take a turn destroying something that they would otherwise get in trouble for or if they are afraid mom and dad will get all the fun.

"Before"   icky yellow grouted tile


Demolishing the old tile


You need the right gear:  gloves, goggles, and ambition.  Can you see my ambition?  I'm wearing it well, I think.

It's supposed to come out in sections.  Mr. T was hogging all the fun.

I told you if you want fun experiences like us.... you need to get the hammer and just lay into your counter.

There is something for everyone to do.  Even when you are the smallest.


Don't forget to clean up as you go. You'll have tile flying everywhere.  Guaranteed.  You can step on the pieces and it can really mess up your floor.   You'll need a pry bar guy, hammer girl, sweeper, picker upper,  hauler outer, and someone to poor drinks and anything else you might need while your doing your demolition.

The kids decided their brother that moved out a month ago should come to our party.  When  he arrived, he got handed a broom and dust pan.  (Next time you'll bring pizza with you, J)



We finally removed all the tile. By the way, I don't have pictures, but treating the crew to pizza really solidifies the bonding event.  Just sayin'.

What color would you paint this kitchen?  .... would you paint the cabinets or leave them alone?  You can click on a picture up top to see the family room colors right by the kitchen. 
Please reply, I'm very remodel un-savvy and need all the help I can get. 
This is the new corian counter top


The workers are installing as I'm posting this.  Check back another time for completed remodel.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Making Lemonade ... even when poly grip looms over my head.



My sister, Kara, always had a phrase for me whenever I would get discouraged about my schooling.  She'd say: "How do you eat an elephant?  .... One bite at a time."  Well for the most part, this has proved to be true, until today.
I just found out that the 4 year college I should graduate from has changed the curriculum for my major:  Special Education.  Additionally, they deleted the major or rather integrated it with elementary education.  Over half of my classes that I've taken are not included in the new curriculum.  This was a major downer for me, a mother of 5, going back to school over 40.  It's hard enough to study for my classes with out knowing that when I'm through, I might as well have been watching "I Love Lucy" reruns. 
Let's just say that tonight... that a bite of elephant is just plain too big for my mouth.  IN fact, I don't even like the taste of elephant tonight.  I know I should see the light at the end of the tunnel, but when the carpet is pulled right out from under me, it's quite hard to see what's ahead, instead of what looms over you.

I know I should make the best of it, and these are definitely lemons I was handed.  So maybe I will try to make the lemonade that has been poured for me  a wee bit sweeter: 

I'm sure that Heavenly Father must have another plan for me and maybe the path I was on needed to be changed for some  reason I do not know.   At any rate, somethings got to change or I will really be that 80 year old woman collecting a diploma with my polygrip grin and designer disposable pants.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Oh what did you do in the summer time...

I've been a little busy this summer. This is only a part of what I've been up to.   Family Reunions, Girls camp, thrift shopping, 4th of July activities, Young women Retreats, Summer time with the kids.  Glad to get a rest before I resume school.




Okay, I originally had a picture with yours truly beside my bullseye.  But being the unsavvy camera gal that I am, deleted it.  This was all I have of proof that I do indeed have skills.  1st time evah!  Girls camp, 2011


Keeping up with all the Young Ladies at camp in my charge.  What a beautiful bunch!  Love these girls.  Can you find me in all that dirt?

Finding Fun Old phones at garage sales.  Yes, it really does work.
Making festive 4th of July Jello.  Ummm,... not my favorite recipe, but it was great entertainment!

Festive 4th of July punch.  I had to make several batches to perfect.  Would definitely do again.... if... I can remember the trick.

Finding fun treasures at Goodwill.  Sorry to the old man that wanted it for his bedstand.  Word of advice, always put in your cart what you think you might want.  You can always pull it out later.  he he.  By the way, what should I use it for.... any suggestions? 


Laurel Retreat with the Bishop and his wife.... and Todd.

Driving to Arizona around the 4th of July time.  Seeing old glory and getting a lump in my throat.

Tent mom to 9 wonderful girls.

Storm watching with my kids:  Priceless

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Freedom isn't free

By Anon.


Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?
Five signers were captured by the British as traitors and tortured before they died.
Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned.
Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army, another had two sons captured.
Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.
They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.
What kind of men were they?
Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated. But they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.
Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.
Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.
Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.
At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.
Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.
John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year, he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished. A few weeks later, he died from exhaustion and a broken heart.
Norris and Livingston suffered similar fates.
Such were the stories and sacrifices of the American Revolution. These were not wild-eyed, rabble-rousing ruffians. They were soft-spoken men of means and education. They had security, but they valued liberty more.
Standing talk straight, and unwavering, they pledged: "For the support of this declaration, with firm reliance on the protection of the divine providence, we mutually pledge to each other, our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor."
They gave you and me a free and independent America. The history books never told you a lot about what happened in the Revolutionary War. We didn't fight just the British. We were British subjects at that time and we fought our own government!
Some of us take these liberties so much for granted, but we shouldn't.
So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July Holiday and silently thank these patriots. It's not much to ask for the price they paid. Remember: Freedom is never free!

Monday, June 27, 2011

Mother Daughter Facials

My little gal wanted a spa day with mom.  First we put on WII just dance and did our aerobics for the morning.  Next we found  this recipe and whipped some up:
Sweet Avocado
2 teaspoons of finely ground oatmeal
1 teaspoon of avocado
1 teaspoon of honey
Combine into a paste. Massage into a damp face with upward circular movements and rinse thoroughly with warm water. 

Then we cut some cucumber, made lemonade and had our little spa day.    So FUN!  Oh... and FYI....  Cucumber really does feel cool on your eyelids.  Never knew!