tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79558575755748726762024-03-13T18:06:22.916-07:00The Heart Of The HomeWhere love is unconditional and memories unforgetable.~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-33637709348282740442016-08-05T10:23:00.001-07:002016-08-05T10:23:22.448-07:00The Heart Of The Home: Can you believe I haven't posted in almost 4 years...<a href="http://kathy-homemade.blogspot.com/2016/08/can-you-believe-i-havent-posted-in.html?spref=bl">The Heart Of The Home: Can you believe I haven't posted in almost 4 years...</a>: Can you believe I haven't posted in almost 4 years. I never intended to go this long without writing but life happened. The days turne...~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-68321041715338458762016-08-02T15:38:00.000-07:002016-08-02T15:38:13.015-07:00Can you believe I haven't posted in almost 4 years. I never intended to go this long without writing but life happened. The days turned into months and the months into years and I look back now and wonder where all the time went.<br />
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My last post was about my new granddaughter Kaelyn and well now she is 3 years old. I guess my excuse for not posting can be that she took up much of my time. I got to spend time watching her grow up from an infant to a toddler and it has brought me so much joy.<br />
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If you have grandchildren, you know what I mean. They do something to you that you never expected. The smiles, laughter, hugs and kisses just brighten your day beyond words. Your heart is ready to burst each time you see them or hear them call you "grandma". You melt a little each time.<br />
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Well Kaelyn is in preschool now and I don't babysit as often. It seems impossible that she will be 4 in October but time waits for no one. The years have flown by. If you have young children or grandchildren, don't rush for them to grow up. Enjoy every moment you have with them because it all goes by so fast.<br />
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So enough about my granddaughter taking up my time. I also started a soap business where I made my own soap and beauty products. That was going pretty well until I developed severe pain in my left shoulder and needed surgery. I had to close my business because the recovery time and physical therapy went longer than expected and my ability to do craft shows and fairs was now impossible. Thus, I closed my business and learned to let it go in order for me to recover.<br />
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Letting go of something even if it seems perfect at the time whether it is a business, relationship or job can be devastating but many times it is the right thing and you can't look back. I knew what I had to do and did it and never looked back.<br />
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Sometimes in life what we think is the right thing, turns out not to be. You can put your heart and soul into something but in the end it just doesn't work out. You know what, that's okay because it was not meant to be and fighting it won't make it any better. Life is an adventure and finding out what your passion is or where your skills and abilities lie is part of the journey.<br />
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There is nothing wrong with quitting something that doesn't feel right whether it is a job, a relationship or a business. So much has been said about quitting and "being a quitter" and that it is bad or you are a failure. This is false. If you need a change in jobs, go for it. This might be the time to find a new career. If you are in a bad relationship, get out. Don't go another day feeling miserable and unhappy. It is time to start over. Close the door on this part of your life and walk proudly through the open door into a better more fulfilling life. YOU ARE NOT A FAILURE but a person who is looking out for their best interest and happiness.<br />
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I know from experience that waiting too long to make a change in careers is never the answer. You will have regrets and disappointments. Remember to give it lots of thought before you step out of your comfort zone. Chances are you'll be scared and nervous but if it is the right thing, it will work out. Research your choices and search your soul to see what is right for you.<br />
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We all have been given one life and it is quickly passing us by. Make the most of every day. Search your heart and see what you really want your legacy to be. Are you willing to make changes and step out in faith or will you crawl back in bed and just complain about your life and the hand you were dealt. <br />
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There are so many unhappy people in this world, don't add to that number. Change what you can and accept what can't be changed. Live your life and enjoy each and every precious moment you were given.<br />
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<br />~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-17678881469000848062012-12-29T14:11:00.000-08:002012-12-29T14:11:33.142-08:00SEE WHAT'S NEW<div align="center">
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">but are they really the best things we should be doing?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">How many of you are caught up in the social media explosion?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">It is really addictive isn't it? I know I can get on the </span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">check a post, look at ads and before you know it</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">to change that or at least scale back. It is so easy</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">to lose track of time and forget about more important matters</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">like home and family.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">One thing I've learned though is to treasure each day and</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">us tomorrow. I have a sister-in-law who is 64 and terminally ill</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">and I see what she is going through and it stinks. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">We all need to cherish the days we have with those we love and celebrate even if </span><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">it is only a great meal</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">I feel so blessed this year because I welcomed a new granddaughter</span></div>
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~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-36611329405452560712012-06-18T13:30:00.001-07:002012-06-18T14:44:53.810-07:00GONE TOO LONG<span style="color: #7f6000;">Hi Everyone. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">Well it has been such a long time since I posted. Some of you know that I retired last July and basically that was out of medical necessity. I was having a lot of physical issues and my job was contributing to them. I couldn't get disability so I had to retire early. This caused some financial difficulties for us but we are getting by. I was taking a lot of medication and pain pills without results so I decided to try acupuncture because this worked for me in the past. It was pretty expensive but I felt if it gave me relief, it would be worth the money. Thankfully, I did get very good results. I am feeling much better with fewer limitations. I am still getting treatments and hopefully will get better and better with each treatment<span style="background-color: white;">.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">During this time, we also had some family problems and which brought on more stress contributing to my physical condition but life has a way of adding problems and not always choosing the correct timeframe. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">I am much better now and am able to get back to a more productive life but I do have to be careful with what I do. I always push myself too much and then suffer. I have a great husband who helps so much around the house that I don't have to worry about that. There were days when all I could do was just sit in a chair and watch TV all day long and not do a thing. Talk about boring. When you are an active person, this is torture but I had no choice. Some days I couldn't even turn my neck from side to side so I had to give in to my limitations.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">I'm probably not going to be doing much on the way of primitives with my blog any longer because financially I won't be purchasing new things and my decorating is pretty much confined to what I have on hand now. I would like suggestions though if you would like me to continue with the blog but maybe talk more about homekeeping, recipes, organizational tips, decluttering, cleaning tips things like that. If I don't get much of a response, I'll probably just close my blog at least for now. I'm thinking of other things I can do. I know there are so many people who want to learn and we all have so much to give so if anyone feels they have suggestions, let me know. I know I don't have many followers, so this blog may not even be read but I'll give it a few weeks and then if nothing shows up, I'll close it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">I just want to thank all of you for your concern and e-mails asking me where I've been. It was so thoughtful of you and much appreciated. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">On a final note and a happy one, yesterday Father's Day we found out that our new<span style="font-size: x-large;"> grandbaby will be a girl.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span>She will arrive around October 26. We are thrilled beyond words and can't wait for her birth. Everything is perfect and we saw all her toes and fingers, arms and legs on the sonogram pictures. A little angel for sure.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">Until next time, may all your dreams be happy ones and your days be filled with joy.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">Kathy</span>~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-72473295360354903072012-01-20T13:34:00.000-08:002012-01-20T13:34:45.094-08:00The Kitchen<div style="text-align: center;">Hi Everyone</div><div align="center">Just wanted to make a short post to let you know that I have been working on some things, nothing big but making some changes and reflecting on my home and what it means to me.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">What is it about the kitchen that draws everyone there? Is it the food? Is it because the hostess/host is there and people gather around to visit with her? Is it because we love the homey feeling it brings just to be around the smells and sounds of something cooking? I wonder. If you notice, every time there is a party or get together, people seem to end up in the kitchen.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I love the kitchen. It is my place to be creative with food and in some cases, not so creative. I love new recipes and I love my old recipes. Those traditional ones that I learned from my mom and carried over and prepare for my family. I love that they enjoy them as well. I love that my grandchildren enjoy them now too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-MI5aQTz0XrHeOxCwTiRTm7kIwguXuNaChZTfpaGcwxU63t2-hbcUdwT8rMg0MkAJSNJZWAJFU6T-ZmZ1ZwSi6LJgOQa22RtbhJ4lLzRNWaJxE8IiDoS8enUzKio3W5nKrZLnok79T1bs/s1600/home+photos+061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239px" nfa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-MI5aQTz0XrHeOxCwTiRTm7kIwguXuNaChZTfpaGcwxU63t2-hbcUdwT8rMg0MkAJSNJZWAJFU6T-ZmZ1ZwSi6LJgOQa22RtbhJ4lLzRNWaJxE8IiDoS8enUzKio3W5nKrZLnok79T1bs/s320/home+photos+061.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I love teaching my granddaughter to make cookies and pies and the benefits of eating healthy and why we eat certain foods and why certain foods are not good for us and I also love that she knows she can have whatever she wants in <span style="color: #b45f06;">GRANDMA'S KITCHEN.</span></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Cooking for my family is something I truly enjoy. I know many women feel it is such a chore but to me it is a blessing. I feel that I am giving them food to nourish their bodies and help them be healthy and in this way I bless them each day. I am responsible for serving my family food and in this act of service to them I try to find joy in the love I feel for them. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitSPTt2u4ncG8P1LiRqJZJ_LAmICczJ7JcAFnDSN6oJ8rAhfwDBJD56PYUi30aQLyX11DtaUBPwiwO3CpmwBVlphBaMj5mENuq2xSYFqGRoqSxk9HDxmTcXootfFkYhJpV0ZSINvWYYbSD/s1600/th_food_feature-1955%255B1%255D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nfa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitSPTt2u4ncG8P1LiRqJZJ_LAmICczJ7JcAFnDSN6oJ8rAhfwDBJD56PYUi30aQLyX11DtaUBPwiwO3CpmwBVlphBaMj5mENuq2xSYFqGRoqSxk9HDxmTcXootfFkYhJpV0ZSINvWYYbSD/s1600/th_food_feature-1955%255B1%255D.gif" /></a></div><div align="center"> Ladies as we serve our families, we are demonstrating an act of love. Even if you prepare a quick meal, serve it in love. Don't just toss it on the table and let everyone fend for themselves. Use nice dishes, set the table, take a few minutes to make sure everything is set correctly. This is a good time to teach the younger children. Also use your silverware, save the plastic spoons and forks for a picnic. Your family should be treated as the special people they are. Don't save your best for the guests. After all who are the most important people in your life, are they your guests? Use nice things for your family, they deserve it.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I love candles and use them whenever I can, especially at meal time. You will be surprised how it changes the mood. Try it on your little ones. Light some candles at dinner time and see if their mood changes and calms them down.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Again, I love the kitchen. I love everything that makes up a kitchen. I enjoy being there and cooking good meals for family and friends. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Until next time may you find joy in the meals you prepare remembering that your service to your family is a gift of love, give it freely. </div>~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-39844822921874464292012-01-10T13:05:00.000-08:002012-01-10T13:05:32.331-08:00DOUBLE CHOCOLATE WALNUT BISCOTTI<div style="text-align: center;">Hi everyone, glad to see that some of you stayed with me after my long, long absence. I think I lost a few readers along the way but hopefully I'll pick up some newbees and maybe my long-lost followers will return. I did get some requests for the biscotti recipe so I'll post it for all to enjoy. I think it was a Barefoot Contessa Recipe so I can't take the credit for it but all I can say is try it and you'll love it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">INGREDIENTS</div><div style="text-align: left;">2 cups all purpose flour</div><div style="text-align: left;">1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa powder</div><div style="text-align: left;">1 teaspoon baking soda</div><div style="text-align: left;">1 teaspoon salt</div><div style="text-align: left;">3/4 stick (6 tablespoons) unsalted butter, softened</div><div style="text-align: left;">1 cup granulated sugar</div><div style="text-align: left;">2 large eggs</div><div style="text-align: left;">1 cup walnuts chopped</div><div style="text-align: left;">3/4 cup semisweet chocolate chips</div><div style="text-align: left;">1 tablespoon confectioners sugar</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Preheat oven to 350F and butter and flour a large baking sheet.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcVDLdGyHkgH5cmsOcGQha85VspTDdveNcpEkDNCVRtLVu25WnemuS20Trl2ZRrbxBv0sOfm-8FZU5VZYgjR1YXhBSw5_cRdlwZuhe-qPogcsqd5PSDz_r75IFQIdICqEK7oqq4n6pxw66/s1600/choc+biscotti+and+family+pictures+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239px" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcVDLdGyHkgH5cmsOcGQha85VspTDdveNcpEkDNCVRtLVu25WnemuS20Trl2ZRrbxBv0sOfm-8FZU5VZYgjR1YXhBSw5_cRdlwZuhe-qPogcsqd5PSDz_r75IFQIdICqEK7oqq4n6pxw66/s320/choc+biscotti+and+family+pictures+001.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">In a bowl whisk flour, cocoa powder, baking soda and salt. In another bowl with an electric mixer beat together butter and granulated sugar until light and fluffy. Add eggs and beat until combined well. Stir in flour mixture to form a stiff dough. Stir in walnuts and chocolate chips. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi27dM5z81KV5kdvKaPtBnzFoGWRsFGuvss_cBjs4TX0Jn7Pcu-m1ezhYCoErdOI1o7ldL9B7KgmaG11X9kcRyTQC0SovryVAYLxy63zAGsZ5EvkbYP_ZFigGwquAS2UQiPSEgs6m7-YV80/s1600/choc+biscotti+and+family+pictures+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239px" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi27dM5z81KV5kdvKaPtBnzFoGWRsFGuvss_cBjs4TX0Jn7Pcu-m1ezhYCoErdOI1o7ldL9B7KgmaG11X9kcRyTQC0SovryVAYLxy63zAGsZ5EvkbYP_ZFigGwquAS2UQiPSEgs6m7-YV80/s320/choc+biscotti+and+family+pictures+002.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">On prepared baking sheet with floured hands form dough into two sightly flattened logs, each 12 inches long and 2 inches wide (don't flatten too much or your biscotti will be too flat since these don't really rise that much.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghRGtuk-npQIHC8mQUDOhMuBgtaRLYYvBnrd6QC19P4yuZhmGkf8OY5Q8lzwl2XrWN1mcWCtrxhcMO7voTBXPpse1hOQkM4YZ4KA5EFIuEQWfkZkORLAIFDV2H_yiVbx7QqpoP8HHNEWpy/s1600/choc+biscotti+and+family+pictures+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239px" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghRGtuk-npQIHC8mQUDOhMuBgtaRLYYvBnrd6QC19P4yuZhmGkf8OY5Q8lzwl2XrWN1mcWCtrxhcMO7voTBXPpse1hOQkM4YZ4KA5EFIuEQWfkZkORLAIFDV2H_yiVbx7QqpoP8HHNEWpy/s320/choc+biscotti+and+family+pictures+004.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Bake logs 35 minutes or until slightly firm to the touch. Cool biscotti on baking sheet 5 minutes.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">On cutting board cut biscotti diagonally into 3/4 inch slices. Arrange biscotti cut sides down on baking sheet and bake until crisp about 10 minutes. Cool biscotti on a rack. Biscotti keep in airtight containers 1 week and will freeze well for about 1 month. ENJOY.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNWhVmb4AG_irTmrsvvoVPPwW2q-w0vI9ZJs5qTVyTGZn1UAFt5YhicB66lBSm-IKxILhGGHm5YCEks_gH55OP7uR46o5xXw-9tZmIRshFqhhR1UDE9vOmTNanlHVLlHIn3OPoqKDVVyi/s1600/choc+biscotti+and+family+pictures+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239px" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNWhVmb4AG_irTmrsvvoVPPwW2q-w0vI9ZJs5qTVyTGZn1UAFt5YhicB66lBSm-IKxILhGGHm5YCEks_gH55OP7uR46o5xXw-9tZmIRshFqhhR1UDE9vOmTNanlHVLlHIn3OPoqKDVVyi/s320/choc+biscotti+and+family+pictures+006.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div align="center" style="text-align: left;">Let me know if you make these and how you like them. I'll be back soon. Until then, may you enjoy all the blessings in your life because nothing should be taken for granted.</div><div align="center" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div align="center" style="text-align: left;">Hugs</div><div align="center" style="text-align: left;">Kathy</div>~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-91222225557161297242012-01-06T14:59:00.000-08:002012-01-06T15:06:25.208-08:00STILL HERE<div align="center">Hi Everyone, just wanted to let you know I'm still here. A lot has happened over the last few months. For one thing I've finally retired from 46 years of working outside the home and can't believe the freedom I feel right now not having to answer to a boss. My time is now my own and I love it. My husband is also retired and we are enjoying life as much as we can. Of course we have had to scale back on things but it is worth it. We are loving the free time to volunteer with our church and other community activities and to be available for our family when they need us. Best part is we are here for our granddaughter whenever she wants to visit like during Christmas vacation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRXTaWrW_4DOt-bIR9Y7chkuy4ykZeBQOr8mwGK3M7t_t9oY6RN7YNNQsFrY17phBVYfRXL7EuH_eNrsMfjJkmrEPo5yXU-O6k5aFJT7KLLrCFO9F4Vwf7jwpNFMoWKgh6J1EzeiGdnT4X/s1600/choc+biscotti+and+family+pictures+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRXTaWrW_4DOt-bIR9Y7chkuy4ykZeBQOr8mwGK3M7t_t9oY6RN7YNNQsFrY17phBVYfRXL7EuH_eNrsMfjJkmrEPo5yXU-O6k5aFJT7KLLrCFO9F4Vwf7jwpNFMoWKgh6J1EzeiGdnT4X/s320/choc+biscotti+and+family+pictures+007.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We had such a good time. I taught her how to sew and she started making a very simple quilt. We also worked on other crafts and just spent some good quality time together. <span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: x-large;"> I love being a grandma.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have also been doing many of the things around my home that have been overlooked because of my lack of time. You know all those tedious things like cleaning out drawers, replacing shelf lining, arranging and organizing pantry shelves, closets and throwing away all those extra items we accumulate. I really needed a lot of time to accomplish that.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have been neglecting my blog because of being busy with different chores around my home. I'm hoping to get back to blogging on a more regular basis soon. I would like to add pictures of my home and some of the changes we've made. I am not a very good photographer but I do the best I can. Hopefully 2012 will be better and I'll have more pictures to show together with some recipes and other organization ideas for you. There are so many ideas floating around in my head but putting them all down is another matter.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is a picture of some chocolate brownie biscotti I made that are absolutely to die for. They are not dry like regular biscotti and are fantastic especially if you like to dip them in your coffee. If anyone wants the recipe let me know. If I get enough responses I'll post it. These are fabulous.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY5DCWZu3PbHhlVq9tWxNjkGflnPWOI6eJXtBF18NlFf4plJPVUYgcxDh3y4tYHe6QvFUdvMw91Qnum8s1a_olQnUVxKb6XVelE7F4Nm63SwM2MJx1nQyqeKYTubVD3g0SRcPh1j2dz6OF/s1600/choc+biscotti+and+family+pictures+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY5DCWZu3PbHhlVq9tWxNjkGflnPWOI6eJXtBF18NlFf4plJPVUYgcxDh3y4tYHe6QvFUdvMw91Qnum8s1a_olQnUVxKb6XVelE7F4Nm63SwM2MJx1nQyqeKYTubVD3g0SRcPh1j2dz6OF/s320/choc+biscotti+and+family+pictures+006.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It looks like a bite was take out on the right side but that was just a piece that broke off. Believe me, I wanted to bite it but thought that would be too tacky. These are pretty easy to make too. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope to write more often and keep this blog going. I wish all of you are very blessed New Year and may you all enjoy good health and prosperity.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Until next time</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hugs</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kathy</div>~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-29572476211107338342011-08-30T12:22:00.000-07:002011-08-30T14:30:06.423-07:00Been Gone Too Long<div style="text-align: center;">Where did the time go? Somehow the summer has gone by so fast. I can't believe my last post was for<span style="color: #bf9000;"> <span style="font-size: large;">Mother's Day and now Labor Day</span></span> is almost here. This is just a short post now to let you know I'm still alive and well. I've made a few changes in my life and I want to share those with you. I will be making a longer post with pictures and details a little later on but wanted to let you know that I haven't stopped blogging or disappeared, just had a hiatus and did some soul searching, making some decisions affecting my life, all good, all positive allowing me some opportunities to reach out in other directions and areas I've always wanted to. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Please come back for the details and some pictures of what I've been up to. It has been a long very, very hot summer here in California and we are still in the midst of a heat wave. Today at least it is down to 97. Yeah, I know that is still hot but<span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"> <span style="color: #bf9000;">better than 107</span></span> which we had over the weekend.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope you all stick with me because I think you'll enjoy some of the changes I hope to incorporate into my blog. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">Until next time, stay safe, be good to one another and help those in need when you can.</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">Hugs,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">Kathy</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-63901760069901888402011-05-06T08:59:00.000-07:002011-05-06T09:21:13.346-07:00Honoring Motherhood<div style="text-align: center;">In honor of <span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">Mother's Day</span>, I wanted to do a post as my way of honoring all moms, grandmas, great grandmas, stepmoms, moms to be and all those who have the "momitude". Often there are those women who just take on that role of "mothers" giving advice, helping out, acting like moms but not really moms at all. We love you too. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Unfortunately my own mom passed away over 20 years ago and her death has left a void in my life. If you have lost your mom, you know what I mean. They may be gone physically but still they are in your heart. There is nothing like a mother's love. It seems though we never appreciate all our moms did and who they were until we are moms ourselves. We finally realize the sacrifice and devotion it takes to raise responsible children, to nuture them, teach them right from wrong, and help them through the disappointments and rejections in life. It isn't a job it is a vocation that never takes a day off.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHyL39RhxFZIx5EBWiZIJX4KOUPsCJiyAyvAGuBBn3jk9r3RO2fG6nss4A0HmsR5C-1CTqrcgdnsDsnqAraDv4hNJwep4sG0XacRgvIJjv4BdExs0BJHwGjyKK_-wF0MTSvh_50B1pW9Ly/s1600/th_GreatPaintings-Mother4%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHyL39RhxFZIx5EBWiZIJX4KOUPsCJiyAyvAGuBBn3jk9r3RO2fG6nss4A0HmsR5C-1CTqrcgdnsDsnqAraDv4hNJwep4sG0XacRgvIJjv4BdExs0BJHwGjyKK_-wF0MTSvh_50B1pW9Ly/s1600/th_GreatPaintings-Mother4%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you are a mom, grandma or any of the above, I praise you for all you do. The days are long and the work is endless. It is the hardest job on the planet but the rewards are worth it. You get to be part of watching another human being develop and grow into an adult. You get to share in their journey from infancy into womanhood or manhood. You are part of the miracle of birth or are blessed to be parents to someone elses child. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoemWKj3OV-i6V4VAlwzpNsk_kuHWyyzXLCdUWkf4E93fxfCTsIx7KJqyQzSJC7c6aJUbK3Atdl8XMGoci6nNDT01zJOj5GvsUZv55Vsy8MEpkxeDEw5UewNCweZbTW5f44rrCAkzs8bll/s1600/th_ChildTherapist%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoemWKj3OV-i6V4VAlwzpNsk_kuHWyyzXLCdUWkf4E93fxfCTsIx7KJqyQzSJC7c6aJUbK3Atdl8XMGoci6nNDT01zJOj5GvsUZv55Vsy8MEpkxeDEw5UewNCweZbTW5f44rrCAkzs8bll/s1600/th_ChildTherapist%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a></div>Then, of course, there are days when you seem invisible. You work hard and nobody seems to notice. Or those times when you make a great meal and all you get are complaints. I feel your pain. I wish you comfort when you feel sad because you have a sick child and feel so helpless. I offer you a cup of joy when you finally get the laundry all done and you want to shout with glee but nobody cares. I have for you a box of tissues when you are in tears because you just found out you have to make 5 dozen cupcakes for your son's school tomorrow and it is 7:00 p.m. For all the times you've held a crying baby and walked the floor, I give you a medal of honor and some Tylenol PM to take when you are 60 years old because that's probably the only time you'll get a good night's sleep again. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">When I had my first child, I was very young compared to today's standards. I loved being a mom and still do. It is my greatest joy. I never wanted a career or to be famous just to be somebody's mom. I love babies and little children but those little children don't stay little for very long. They grow up and get married. So what starts out as being a mom can lead to becoming a grandma. All the hard work of raising your own children was well worth it when your child blesses you with a grandchild. When you hold that grandbaby in your arms for the first time, there are no words to describe the feeling. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My granddaughter Hannah is now 11 and such a blessing in my life. I couldn't wish for a sweeter, more loving granddaughter than her. She has the heart of an angel. She is so sensitive to others and very caring and loving. I am so touched by the things she does and says. She has many talents and is gifted in her school work as well as in drawing. I pray that she will always keep the sweet spirit that dwells within her.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGxrRVtm2nQyWkkcV498fM5DweClPA7aOsPbw2LuqDqxc2f3xs09UWTLvykr54ZO4zWfTVq4ClGfXLhumHp3at0ogD-gRQf2hw7uyb2Vqv_VcO4fIW3VRQ6Tjz-W5_3nWC4h7PK2NzYLf7/s1600/love+that+smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGxrRVtm2nQyWkkcV498fM5DweClPA7aOsPbw2LuqDqxc2f3xs09UWTLvykr54ZO4zWfTVq4ClGfXLhumHp3at0ogD-gRQf2hw7uyb2Vqv_VcO4fIW3VRQ6Tjz-W5_3nWC4h7PK2NzYLf7/s1600/love+that+smile.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So in honor of <span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">Mother's Day</span> I want to leave you with this poem that I've had for a very, very long time. I don't know who wrote it but I feel it is appropriate. Your children are everything, but wait, the other surprise is just around the corner.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;"><em>The Love and Devotion I Gave To My Child</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;"><em>I Thought I Could Give To No Other</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;"><em>But Life Had A Wonderful Surprise For Me</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;"><em>The Day I Became A Grandmother </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I wish you all a very blessed<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"> <span style="color: #6aa84f;">Mother's Day</span></span> and may it be filled with the love of your family who will shower you with appreciation for each and every thing you do. May you have a day of peace and tranquility, relaxation and pampering as you deserve the best. Without mothers, our world would never know the true meaning of unconditional love.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Until next time, remember a mother's love is never failing, never lacking and always present.</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Hugs</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kathy </span></div>~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-37965050489602486192011-04-18T09:33:00.000-07:002011-04-18T09:33:51.015-07:00Spring Fever<div style="text-align: center;">Well <span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-large;">Spring</span> has finally arrived here in California. It decided to take its sweet time just like it has with the rest of the country. I know many of you are saying that we have nothing to complain about and you are right, we have nice weather most of the year but this year we had to wait a bit longer than usual.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Since we have had some nice weather, the urge to get things spruced up has hit us so we have done a little work around the yard. We cleared out the old to make room for the new. Here are a few pictures of what it looks like in the front of our house. These are Martha Washington geraniums which bloom every year. I like these type of flowers, pay once enjoy forever.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">We love our little wagon. We are still working on it and will fill it up with more flowers and better pots. In the fall we have hay bales and pumpkins. It is really a great focal point to decorate for each season.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Since I had a little time one day after a dental appointment, I stopped at an antique store that was on my way. This place had been there for years but I never went in before. You could barely move around it was so crowded and small. I wouldn't say it was a very good place to shop but I did find some cute items. It reminded me more of something you would see in<span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: x-large;">grandma's basement</span></span>. There were boxes filled with stuff, books all over the place. I did manage to get a couple of nice things at least I think so.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwapv-LUs_vBegG63mU7qjjS9XiTHhEakLWb-CsDNd7zHbn6THecxoQf4rLGoC_7D78_7efUZzsw79vDvtVKrda06g3zHI0JrnB04almyTuQPL-5-cjwr1LUlBTTNNcVLmXufnrF2A4gW4/s1600/sm+dress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwapv-LUs_vBegG63mU7qjjS9XiTHhEakLWb-CsDNd7zHbn6THecxoQf4rLGoC_7D78_7efUZzsw79vDvtVKrda06g3zHI0JrnB04almyTuQPL-5-cjwr1LUlBTTNNcVLmXufnrF2A4gW4/s1600/sm+dress.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I found a few baby dresses that had a few stains in some areas. I thought some of them looked like blood and started wondering what happened, did the babies get hurt, were they okay, got me pretty sentimental for a few moments. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcreRDiChlpgZZwSwSvNcryPg68JKwpPkUDqs4hV2uAubqoLZDI4N7iNldUw8k06iAIb4yO0jyq8MG40ufJCgyjvixl8-ZFwjRHTwKMNHN4euUTtFMZRMEttZWPOYvgLBqoHBEadJjV4ui/s1600/sm+dress2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcreRDiChlpgZZwSwSvNcryPg68JKwpPkUDqs4hV2uAubqoLZDI4N7iNldUw8k06iAIb4yO0jyq8MG40ufJCgyjvixl8-ZFwjRHTwKMNHN4euUTtFMZRMEttZWPOYvgLBqoHBEadJjV4ui/s1600/sm+dress2.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">There are also small tears but barely noticeable. They were just stuffed in a box along with other shawls and blankets.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidiM_EF6oP_oTuDc1uDoAErrOZQHtqfZQtP6rUMzNoG4o9pZJuS8Cbz-WX6Cpco1onTi0XTAFoXIJmrhTqZfBeQmaHZUCOOTg1CI90250VT2sz3ZEXntUbkOU4T5vfb9oSzTZjOi7f4Aax/s1600/long+gown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidiM_EF6oP_oTuDc1uDoAErrOZQHtqfZQtP6rUMzNoG4o9pZJuS8Cbz-WX6Cpco1onTi0XTAFoXIJmrhTqZfBeQmaHZUCOOTg1CI90250VT2sz3ZEXntUbkOU4T5vfb9oSzTZjOi7f4Aax/s320/long+gown.jpg" width="203" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a beautiful long infants night shirt. It could have been a baptism outfit as well. It is made of a little heavier cotton than the others with a couple of tiny tears. The neck edge is trimmed with delicate lace and the upper bodice has some smocking. The handiwork is gorgeous.</div><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicF_fewkkjq0YKZ1uHt-iDYC5jWK1HCR14wl3ECuZm3n4RwqnPEg10Xon13y9hTVs7Bi7o37_PW8g8IH8IIBTPcXRF5yiC3CX6Iex0Sw7rA5mjhGh8dRdtGK5kg2nS2aUd6obkkyaiFW9_/s1600/baby+bonet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicF_fewkkjq0YKZ1uHt-iDYC5jWK1HCR14wl3ECuZm3n4RwqnPEg10Xon13y9hTVs7Bi7o37_PW8g8IH8IIBTPcXRF5yiC3CX6Iex0Sw7rA5mjhGh8dRdtGK5kg2nS2aUd6obkkyaiFW9_/s1600/baby+bonet.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It wouldn't be complete without a bonnet. This alone was worth the money. The cut out work and the lace is so beautiful. I know this must have taken a lot of time to make. I think I paid about $7.50 for everything and there is one other small dress that I didn't show so I think I got a good deal, don't you. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also managed to get these old books which I think are just perfectly prim. One is an old arithmetic book and it actually had a paper with math problems on it. <span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">Wonder if it was somebody's homework</span>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjqX43PDEww5O1mXtIzlBWViKfw_ZOAtAKJsa3sCBvPWQ_rvDTL6KLL1RMrzQ01hkAyG0pYuVTJ-R347nVE8qcG1mp4vjUewH8cKSEuN6u3XyZkZsOOKfwGLlDswYYj5CnpOy-xNZKPt4t/s1600/books+and+doll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjqX43PDEww5O1mXtIzlBWViKfw_ZOAtAKJsa3sCBvPWQ_rvDTL6KLL1RMrzQ01hkAyG0pYuVTJ-R347nVE8qcG1mp4vjUewH8cKSEuN6u3XyZkZsOOKfwGLlDswYYj5CnpOy-xNZKPt4t/s320/books+and+doll.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This bonnet I bought also but it was a light pink and white check. I think it was $2.00. I ended up soaking it in coffee to stain it. I know I took the before picture of how light it was but I can't find it now. I hate when that happens. Anyway, this is how it looks after coffee stained. Remember it was a light pink and white gingham.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrydZrRvVcl8jXHlNJHhtmAxBC0vkHvJg_rqYkz72D_CBw8RCP1Mu3aSdxeJJ-VxSnjn74N89h8L6Y983cxkSwFoWzDLvEBSHPfcEa60Yo6je4bEooW1A740NaHviqXiitqF9Sq7xILtiM/s1600/lg+bonnet2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrydZrRvVcl8jXHlNJHhtmAxBC0vkHvJg_rqYkz72D_CBw8RCP1Mu3aSdxeJJ-VxSnjn74N89h8L6Y983cxkSwFoWzDLvEBSHPfcEa60Yo6je4bEooW1A740NaHviqXiitqF9Sq7xILtiM/s320/lg+bonnet2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It really looks different now. It took quite a long time to get this way. Apparently gingham doesn't like coffee too much. The fabric would not soak it in . I ended up putting in some instant coffee to just to make it darker. I do like how it looks now. It really aged quite a bit.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So if you are finally getting some lovely spring weather where you are I hope you get out and do something fun. I love working in the yard and seeing things grow. My hubby and I started a raised bed garden and we are hoping to get some nice fresh vegetables this summer. Next time I'll have some pictures of our plants. Of course, I forgot to take the before pictures. I never seem to remember that.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Spring is also a time for new beginnings, new things spring to life and that which looked dead over the winter seems to blossom into something of beauty. We all can take a lesson from that. I know I seem to reflect on my life at this time of the year. I think of what I need to weed out, get rid of the junk so to speak and make room for the new and better things. We sometimes have to prune ourselves too. We could be holding on to some things that keep us from living a full and complete life. It isn't worth it. I know I try to think of how I can live more in peace and if that means forgiving someone or going the extra mile to help someone then I try to do it. We shouldn't let those hurts take over our lives because they will develop roots, grow so deep and be hard weed out. <br />
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Make it your mission that going forward into a new season, you will strive to<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"> <em>"bloom where you are planted"</em></span> and remove all those weeds and debris and allow flowers to grow and the beautiful fragrance to take over your life from now on. It is not worth it to hold on to anything that robs you of blooming into the<span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: large;"><em> <span style="color: #bf9000;">beautiful person you are. </span></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hugs</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kathy</div>~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-75332002701998323402011-03-28T17:28:00.000-07:002011-03-28T17:28:29.928-07:00Jury Duty Surprises<div style="text-align: center;">Last Monday I had to report for<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"> jury duty</span>. In California you get the summons and the weekend prior you call a phone number to see if your group has been selected for Monday. If you are not needed for Monday you have to call every evening to check in to see if you are needed for the next day and so on until Thursday evening. If you are not called by then well you are one of the lucky ones, your jury service is completed and you don't have to report for another year.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I did my duty and called the Saturday prior and of course as luck would have it I had to report on the Monday. It was one of our rainy days and the drive I had was quite far. I was not looking forward to this. I dragged myself out of bed early and was sure I'd be in for a day of<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"> boredom</span>. Most of the time you just sit and wait and if you do get called to a jury room well, you wait some more and then either get picked, let go or go back and sit in the jury room again. </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">It was a long morning and a few people were called but were still waiting for the courtroom to be ready for them. We broke for lunch and we didn't have to report back for 1-1/2 hours. I surely didn't want to wait there so even though it was raining I decided to take a walk. As I was walking, I remembered an <span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">Antique/Primitive</span> shop that was close by. I hadn't been there for at least 2 years or so. I began to pick up my pace. The rain didn't help, but it didn't deter me either. I was getting anxious by the minute. I finally got to the store and was overwhelmed. I didn't drive because I didn't want to lose my parking place but I wish I had. There were more items I would have bought, well again, money had to be figured into it too. I posted earlier about my cabinet and how I wanted to find some more crocks well I did.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDzh9BbvDJWVnGMwTvbLzb_8TGQWnt_nZ48XqofEj6z2KpjOTkeJ8V8cYNyAvITRFvrEKeH55kE_iDBmlM4SrSu4F3ZZQkFC1YRbMdHG50igRPsI1orTQnL_m7bLADde1cvtXH50guiHF/s1600/largebandcrock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="276" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDzh9BbvDJWVnGMwTvbLzb_8TGQWnt_nZ48XqofEj6z2KpjOTkeJ8V8cYNyAvITRFvrEKeH55kE_iDBmlM4SrSu4F3ZZQkFC1YRbMdHG50igRPsI1orTQnL_m7bLADde1cvtXH50guiHF/s320/largebandcrock.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">This is a good size crock and is pretty old but I can't tell the age. There are no marks on it but there are nice streaks going through the coloring and it is in excellent shape. No cracks or chips.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I just kept findings so many things I liked. I wasn't thinking about carrying these to my car. I also found this nice crock, well actually it looks like a jug more than a crock</div><div align="center"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Do you notice the swirl effect going through it. I thought that was so neat. She had so many great things in her shop. Again, I wish I had driven there.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also picked up this pitcher and loved the stripe in the middle I have a small crock that has a stripe in middle very similiar to this pitcher.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">As you can see, I wasn't thinking about the weight of these objects at all. I had to carry them to my car before the next session of my jury duty began. It was a few blocks away. I must have been crazy because it was raining, I had a purse, a tote bag for my goodies to eat, water bottle, snacks, reading material and then I had these items to carry too. I guess when you see what you like all at once you don't think of things like how you are going to<span style="color: #bf9000;"> <span style="font-size: large;">transport them.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I also found this cute dish, not sure what you would call it but I liked it. I'm sure it has a name, maybe somebody knows.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've seen these before but I'm not sure if they have a name.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway those were my<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"> jury duty surprises</span>. No I never did get called for any jury thank goodness. I just stayed there most of the day and did manage to carry those heavy crocks to the car but had a backache the next day. Of course, it was all worth it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is a picture of what my cupboard looks like now. It still needs a few more touches here and there. I need some little things to make it complete.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">So the next time you get called for jury duty, don't be frustrated, maybe something good will come out of it. I am so happy I went that day. That antique store is not very close to my house but if it were, I probably would be there more often. I think my husband is very glad that it isn't.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Until next time, you can always find something positive in an otherwise negative situation.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hugs</div><div style="text-align: center;">~Kathy~ </div>~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-9725914291401976652011-03-20T16:16:00.000-07:002011-03-24T17:15:24.834-07:00Time for Changes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">We are in spring finally but here in California it doesn't feel like spring. Today it was only in the high 50's and for us that is cold. Our winter was warmer than that. Still I have felt like cleaning and tweaking my house, moving things around and have that urge to change everything. <span style="color: #6aa84f;"> Do you ever feel like that?</span> With money tight these days there are only so many things you can do. I decided to look at what I have and see if I could move stuff and rearrange it to give my home a new look. So looking around I decided to make a change. I have a cupboard with wire doors (I know there is a name for it but for the life of me I can't think of it) and it had all my cookbooks in. I decided to take them out and use it for a display of my crocks. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAX4sdvjzsl6cJCpt0BpyknLPxcjKv5rztzuCG679n9T1Sp0_nGY6YjUJcCuLHopy3ZMdWrpuLnDjl1PHZCyZp_FWNx6TK_BcYHmHNeuoQ-nRka444cAXiPcfuQuxUfVdh739PKPb2ZWGM/s1600/DSCN1353_edited.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAX4sdvjzsl6cJCpt0BpyknLPxcjKv5rztzuCG679n9T1Sp0_nGY6YjUJcCuLHopy3ZMdWrpuLnDjl1PHZCyZp_FWNx6TK_BcYHmHNeuoQ-nRka444cAXiPcfuQuxUfVdh739PKPb2ZWGM/s320/DSCN1353_edited.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I have a few in there already but I am not quite sure how to display them. I have a few more that are not in there yet and some a little smaller. This is right in the front entry as you walk in. I want to get a few larger ones for the bottom so hopefully I'll be able to find them at a good price. I also think I should add other things to coordinate but not sure what. <span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="color: #6aa84f;">Any ideas?</span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I never realized how many cookbooks I had. Going through them wasn't easy because I want to purge some but I kept saying to myself I needed to keep this one or that one. Why is it even if we don't use something a lot, we still don't want to give it up? I have to learn how to change. I want to live more simply and get rid of what I don't need. I think it is a matter of discipline, something which I am trying to practice.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">If anyone has some ideas of what else I can mix in with the crocks in my cupboard, please let me know. I've seen some great combinations of what other people do but now I can't remember. I should just take pictures or tear them out of the magazines but of course I don't do that at the time. Also now my kitchen shelf is a little bare, need help there also.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">To bring some spring into my home, I changed the flowers on top of my hutch. I always have artificial flowers there and at Christmas it is full with pointsettas both red and white, some berries and pine cones. I love that set up and always hate to take it down. Now I have some hydrandras and mixed flowers, trying to keep with the red tones because I have red and cream colors in that room. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Like I said, the weather here is not spring-like yet but I'm sure it will be soon. I'm ready to start planting a garden. My husband and I decided to buy a raised bed that they sell at Lowes. We can't start one in the ground because we have gopher friends who love our yard so we will put down weed cover, wire mesh to keep the criters out and then the raised bed and soil. I love the feel of soil and watching the plants grow. I get so excited when I see the flower and then the vegetable. My kids think I'm a little nuts when I tell them I saw a little tomato on the vine. That is how I am, I love anything that grows from the earth.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Soon we'll have lots of sunshine and warm temperatures and children will be outside more and the birds will be building nests. Schools will be finished for the year and summer will be upon us. The cold, frigid days of winter will be gone and we will all enjoy a more gentler time. I know life seems a little sweeter when the weather cooperates. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Life has many seasons as well and each one brings with it challenges of its own. May all your seasons be pleasant ones and if you have a season with lots of rain or thunder, I hope you come through the storm much wiser and stronger as you see the sun shining on the other side.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Until next time, keep feathering your nest and tweaking those branches, make your home your own and fill it with the love only you can bring.</div><br />
Hugs<br />
Kathy<br />
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</div>~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-67694617543144491202011-03-12T13:33:00.000-08:002011-03-12T13:33:48.200-08:00Too Many Hats to Juggle<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Hats are something you either love to wear or just never wear. I think they are great but on other people. I personally don't feel I look good in them. When I lived in Rhode Island, the winters were cold and most of us wore them for warmth. When I was a teenager, though, I didn't want to mess up my hair so I refused to wear one. Boy I can still hear my mom's voice telling me to "go put a hat on". </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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Moms today do wear hats, differents types of hats for different reasons. We all are so busy raising a family, working, cooking, making lunches, helping with homework, laundry, cleaning, grocery shopping and running the kids here, and there constantly juggling those hats hoping we don't drop any. That's too many hats to juggle and still feel together and in control. Do you sometimes feel overwhelmed, frustrated, overcomitted? It could be you have too much on your plate, trying to do too much at one time so maybe now it is time to let something go. </div></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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I know from experience. I have been there and lived it. I walked where you walk right now and had the frustrations and feelings of being torn between job and home, activities, commitments, housework, chores and endless obligations in between. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Life is so precious and the people we have in it even more so. As I look back, I realize that my children didn't care if I had perfectly polished furniture or dusted every nook and crannie, they wanted me to sit down and play a game with them, take time to have some fun, even watch a TV show with them, that was all they cared about. Your dust will always be there but the children won't. Try not to get so absorbed in life's trap of being so busy that you miss your actual<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">LIFE.</span> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Right now times are hard for so many people and it takes tough decisions to make it through tough times but families will prevail if they stick together. I encourage you to look at everything you do, evaluate what is really essential, let go of everything else and simplify your life as best you can. Your family needs you and you need them. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Hugs</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Kathy </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"></div>~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-68187266185875219822011-03-05T17:52:00.000-08:002011-03-26T19:48:24.962-07:00Simple DisplaysI love to look at pictures of other blogger's homes as well as homes in magazines and on line. I am always amazed as how they get the look that I would like to have. I move things around and tweak but never get it quite right. Do you feel that way? I think most of us do at one time or another. Other people seem to have a special talent for doing it just right.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I think part of life is wanting what we don't have and it is normal to feel that way as long as it doesn't become an obsession and cause financial hardship or other issues. We should always try to live within our means. This is one reason why I love the primitive look. You can shop at a thrift store and redo a piece and make it your own without having to spend a lot of money. Look at what I did with this one. Sorry I don't have the before picture since all these makeovers were done before I had a blog so no before pictures were taken. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4CpQjUVWkhE2vmVACmQcAbEm3CYh8k7wh2wI6tHTFPip-6EgopwaO2RY79uWxwDGRCbv23gTEV683sNpLRIHHWfThSmn4j8xs65sG0d4NRzS4sX-Rzwuy87obNWJJgFd6s6ryh_VgpWab/s1600/wallbox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4CpQjUVWkhE2vmVACmQcAbEm3CYh8k7wh2wI6tHTFPip-6EgopwaO2RY79uWxwDGRCbv23gTEV683sNpLRIHHWfThSmn4j8xs65sG0d4NRzS4sX-Rzwuy87obNWJJgFd6s6ryh_VgpWab/s320/wallbox.jpg" width="207" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I found it at a thrift store and it was pretty bad. It didn't look like much but I sanded it and painted it and then sanded the edges a little to rough it up a bit and I had a nice wall box. These sell for quite a bit at the stores so I felt I had a bargain. Don't you feel good when you find a bargain?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rhQUk2mTyrguq43Os2DRvqCnpS-DVzIVlQDxzkFaS9BswkG8mqLjWDyXCzvQ5LfTTA5r6YGCX4Cl_zaeqjvpCc2jXE1sSalLileMOew5OAfQUHmdjvHNr-aZABibitGArbaM_WtYOdu4/s1600/prims+and+wedding015_edited.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rhQUk2mTyrguq43Os2DRvqCnpS-DVzIVlQDxzkFaS9BswkG8mqLjWDyXCzvQ5LfTTA5r6YGCX4Cl_zaeqjvpCc2jXE1sSalLileMOew5OAfQUHmdjvHNr-aZABibitGArbaM_WtYOdu4/s320/prims+and+wedding015_edited.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Here is another make over I did. This time I painted and sanded the box and breadboards but also put on primitive labels. They really add to the old fashioned look.<br />
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When I was first married, I grew up in New England and all our homes had wallpaper on the walls. It was such a chore first picking out the wallpaper and then hanging it or paying someone to do it for you. Now I have painted walls and it is much better. It is so easy to change your color scheme with paint and wallpaper is so expensive. <br />
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So these are a few of my displays throughout the house. I thought you might like to see some of the things I like and take a little peak into my home. Again, I love how others decorate their homes and those touches they put on their decorating. We all have are own ways of doing things and that is what makes our homes unique.<br />
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Remember that whatever type of home you have, small, big, apartment, condo, modular home, one room, whatever it is, you can make it yours simply by putting your special touches. We each have our own special talents and gifts and they come through in the way we dress and the way we decorate. We have color preferences and design choices. You probably already know many bloggers and can tell their home without even seeing their name because of their particular design style. Everyone is unique and even though we may try to be like someone else, our own style still makes it way through. Don't be afraid to shine in your own light. Use your talents and be free to follow your own choices. I like primitive and country style but my friends like other styles and their homes are lovely as well. Follow your inner voice and do what you like. <br />
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So until next time, remember that style is unique and so are you.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"></div>~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-77368203370813577292011-02-26T11:47:00.000-08:002011-03-25T11:07:39.063-07:00Tea Time Anyone?When I was growing up, we always had tea with our meals. My mom would make a big pot and that was our beverage. Of course as a young child, I was not allowed to have any but I'm not sure at what age that changed. I don't know of any other family who served tea with their meals but we did.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">One day I noticed my mom setting out all those beautiful china cups and saucers and thought that maybe some day I would own a few of them. I always loved nice dishes and china and hoped one day I would have some of my own. My mom's were very special to her. Each one had been a gift either for a birthday gift or a time when she was in the hospital or for a special occasion so each carried with it a story of its own.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">After being married for several years, I was able to start my own collection and when my mom and mother-in-law passed away I inherited their collections. I cherish those more than anything. Each cup and saucer is designed in a special way. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbeAEKoUN0Bvk8SZ5b27j6Mnc7vcw7GyWUiunz_gMOUclS99zowSjhm3RDU8xksCdnOd7aHP298AIgP7u3xRaPF1-3-GaA3opbJlKI5geTvgK0WLTZozQjOFYLQfRzh4lZEtpNL05gO_t/s1600/DSCN1251_edited.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbeAEKoUN0Bvk8SZ5b27j6Mnc7vcw7GyWUiunz_gMOUclS99zowSjhm3RDU8xksCdnOd7aHP298AIgP7u3xRaPF1-3-GaA3opbJlKI5geTvgK0WLTZozQjOFYLQfRzh4lZEtpNL05gO_t/s320/DSCN1251_edited.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Like this set with its gorgeous flowers, beautiful handpainted design and the cut outs on the saucer. You would look at this and marvel at its delicate features. You probably would be somewhat hesitant to pick it up feeling it might be fragile, wondering if it would break. Well you might be surprised by this little secret that this beautiful set has a flaw. The back of the saucer has broken pieces but the beauty is still there. <br />
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I'm reminded how much like people this cup and sauce is. We all have our beauty, designed with all the patterns and etchings that make up our personality and nature. We have some holes and cut outs which we have struggled with all the while adding to our character and making us stronger. Most of all we keep our broken side from showing because we need to carry on in life, letting those we love know we are okay. We push the sadness and hurt to the back and let the beauty shine. We may look fragile but we have to be tough for our families. We are women and moms. We hold everything together and keep the family intact. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/china%20teacups/Bossdogelectronics/teacups%20and%20saucers/104_1468.jpg?o=25" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img class="over off" galleryimg="no" src="http://th542.photobucket.com/albums/gg439/Bossdogelectronics/teacups%20and%20saucers/th_104_1468.jpg" style="height: 102px; width: 140px;" /></a>I love a tea party. I think women need women and having that best buddy around who you can call when you need someone is one of life's greatest gifts. We all need a person who will be there to listen whenever we need to vent. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I enjoy getting out my tea cups and sharing the beauty of them with my friends. I once had a Chrismas tea brunch and it was great, little tea sandwiches, different types of teas, little cakes and cookies. We sipped our tea, enjoyed the company of friends and shared special Christmas memories. I even used my special Christmas cup. </div><br />
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You don't need a party to enjoy a good cup of tea. When I drink tea by myself, I use one of my special china cups. I don't just collect them but use them all the time. When my granddaughter visits and she wants a tea party, I let her pick out the cup she wants and we sit down and have a tea party. Sometimes we sit on the floor with a blanket, sometimes we use the coffee table, whatever she wants, she is in charge. She has been using my cups since she was about 3 years old. She knows their value and always handles them with care. I want her to feel loved and cherished and to understand that she means more to me than a china cup so if she broke one, it would be okay. She never has. I want her to feel that tea parties at grandma's house are fun and are always special and you are never too old to have one.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">So have a tea party. Call your friends and make some tea. All you need is maybe an hour or so. Even send out cute little invitations and put a time restriction on the invite this way there is no obligation to spend the entire day. Make it early maybe a Saturday morning so your friends can have the rest of the day to do whatever they need to do. Get together and "chat" . See how better in touch with each other you become. If you do follow through with this suggestion, I would love to hear back on how things went. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I hope you do connect with your special friends and if not in person, give them a call at least. Forget all the emails and texting, let them hear your voice. Catch up on what has been going on in their lives. It would be a tragedy if they have suffered a loss or hardship and you never even knew. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">So ladies and gents let's get brewing and be creative. If for some reason you just don't like tea, make it coffee instead or ice tea or whatever. Have some girl time, regroup and revive relationships. Let me know how you do. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I think I'll make me a cup of tea right now. For some reason I'm in the mood for some apple cinnamon with a touch of honey. Until next time may your cup runneth over with the love of good friends.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Hugs</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Kathy</div>~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-3258266599169324562011-02-20T11:40:00.000-08:002011-02-20T11:40:02.153-08:00For the Love of Quilts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">As I mentioned in my profile, I was an avid quilter. I always loved sewing and began at about age 12 or 13 to sew. My mom sewed a lot of my clothing but was never a quilter. I became interested in quilting when I saw a display of beautifully quilted items in a mall while shopping with my neighbor. I was a new mom at the time and had little if any money. My neighbor told me that I could make those items, no problem. She knew I sewed and had all the confidence in me that I could do it. Well, I was determined to have a quilt so I bought a book, took a class and that started my 30-year ordeal of making quilts and quilted items. I have had many hobbies from simple craft making, cross stitching, porcelain doll making, and scrapbooking but nothing excites me and gives me that warm fuzzy feeling like the soft touch of fabric and the amazing joy of what happens when you put "scraps" of fabric together and witness the outcome. See what I mean. </div> <br />
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">This quilt was made completely from scraps of fabric I had on hand. I started doing the quilting by hand and the piecing with the sewing machine. After a few years well maybe about 10 I learned to do machine quilting and that was a life saver both for my hands and for my overall well being. The hand quilting took way too long and sometimes I would only get maybe 2 quilts (full size) made a year. That was much too slow for me and too much work. I never wanted to part with them since I put so much time and effort into their creation. They were like little children to me and I wouldn't give them up. I spent hour after hour with those quilts and there was no price that could be placed on the time spent making them. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwo6o0I9-p_kyWRi5jKUN47rJxuTSZ8YDRtADRwpYMD4ZtMgEXuzXFcGdk8ezLLMvkiU4IbuWaDfjIj692RhqeGkvxueCcm2iyTP_7nC2UmldmS5vfCvvoc-e-iKNppJIU3CeOSMo19MEY/s1600/quilts+for+blog006_edited.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwo6o0I9-p_kyWRi5jKUN47rJxuTSZ8YDRtADRwpYMD4ZtMgEXuzXFcGdk8ezLLMvkiU4IbuWaDfjIj692RhqeGkvxueCcm2iyTP_7nC2UmldmS5vfCvvoc-e-iKNppJIU3CeOSMo19MEY/s400/quilts+for+blog006_edited.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJNu4dd3j2kA676pmX6HNQeQFidgVf_VikBNCFGaMS4xNaf_RxLuMVGvgm7mwqgzlFKQIUeugdzXZ1lYOpNgCgReY80v4vIdmiut2doVZG8v1gZRpuiIAadVg-7Izw138htUV0hUBfJj93/s1600/quilts+for+blog002_edited.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJNu4dd3j2kA676pmX6HNQeQFidgVf_VikBNCFGaMS4xNaf_RxLuMVGvgm7mwqgzlFKQIUeugdzXZ1lYOpNgCgReY80v4vIdmiut2doVZG8v1gZRpuiIAadVg-7Izw138htUV0hUBfJj93/s320/quilts+for+blog002_edited.JPG" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8xsXemq3hmRrf-pV_Z1Pj99_idka4Vjc7fDZv8ET4BtqpX9TtNp8kH0vO166qsjY8EKOhM6Zw3Z9aDPeEANtBrlIVBgDahuUnRwY32duYkBr3Q3yz_7oG3FBLbh1uVgsPCJQ6USfIg2C/s1600/quilts+for+blog001_edited.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="168" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8xsXemq3hmRrf-pV_Z1Pj99_idka4Vjc7fDZv8ET4BtqpX9TtNp8kH0vO166qsjY8EKOhM6Zw3Z9aDPeEANtBrlIVBgDahuUnRwY32duYkBr3Q3yz_7oG3FBLbh1uVgsPCJQ6USfIg2C/s200/quilts+for+blog001_edited.JPG" width="200" /></a>I started making quilts for my bed and then for my childrens beds and soon my collection grew and grew. I liked making small quilts too because they were easy to manage and I got to use a lot of my scraps and was able to finish them in a very short time. They made such cute gifts too. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHFqBc-HD5pIWQZTrJhpLn97hw9klK8bQlMCwUscG6NYkKAoKiN-41ueKyBJwBpSB7959nKeQo7wNnSXiuT5fc0nmOh2USPOC-quISEqwZO2dxEzrOITa0aAcAeDFuY6-cbQNt1e6OueW/s1600/quilts+for+blog003_edited.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHFqBc-HD5pIWQZTrJhpLn97hw9klK8bQlMCwUscG6NYkKAoKiN-41ueKyBJwBpSB7959nKeQo7wNnSXiuT5fc0nmOh2USPOC-quISEqwZO2dxEzrOITa0aAcAeDFuY6-cbQNt1e6OueW/s320/quilts+for+blog003_edited.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">As women we have so much to do and so many hats to juggle every day but it is important to take time to do something for yourself, something you enjoy, that gives you a sense of well being and accomplishment. It could be a hobbie or taking 15 minutes a day for a bubble bath, maybe reading a good book listening to soft music to ease your mind. It is important for your health to learn to relax even if it is only a small part of the day. I know you are probably thinking I'm crazy and where would you find the time but it seems we find the time for the things we really want to do. I can tell you from experience (here I go again with the advice) that if mamma ain't happy nobody is happy. You need to be at peace in your soul and deep in your spirit to function properly. You have to do something for yourself. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">If you have young children make it known that this is "your" time and set the timer and let them know that they are not to disturb you unless the house is on fire or somebody is bleeding until the alarm goes off. Set them up with something to do while you indulge yourself either in a craft or whatever you choose. Quilting really saved my sanity because I think I was headed for a nervous breakdown. I am not saying this as a joke or making light of anything but I believe it to be true. My husband and I went through 6 difficult years with our daughter due to poor choices and no direction in her life. She ran away several times the longest for 2 weeks and we didn't know where she was. This was while she was in high school. I know its every parents' nightmare. Through all this drama I quilted, sewed patches and prayed. It kept my mind off the situation for a little while and helped me focus on the beauty of a quilt, the softness of the fabric and the love I put into each stitch as I created a treasure for someone I cherished. It helped me through a very difficult time.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyefTIUYTH83N35Tiue746FXlcna4TgVBo__vPiwFoy0Wg_BdTvdUtwoEXi8Y_6u-_T6k8ZPMOZMXXLOIsggLzBkjgYQPYdpe2I_i39cgfFbIrJt8TMK79VSDxbDP-oeqnKVNBjw94EE21/s1600/quilts+for+blog008_edited.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="207" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyefTIUYTH83N35Tiue746FXlcna4TgVBo__vPiwFoy0Wg_BdTvdUtwoEXi8Y_6u-_T6k8ZPMOZMXXLOIsggLzBkjgYQPYdpe2I_i39cgfFbIrJt8TMK79VSDxbDP-oeqnKVNBjw94EE21/s320/quilts+for+blog008_edited.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>This quilt was made for my mother-in-law's 80th birthday and when she passed away a few years ago, the family gave it back to me. I treasure this so much because I knew she held it close to her each night and felt the love that I sewed into each piece. Here is a close up of the flower <br />
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Kathy~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-4649517045390957292011-02-14T16:08:00.000-08:002011-02-14T16:12:33.764-08:00Love In Our Hearts<em>It is February 14 and on the calendar it says Valentine's Day. A day to focus on our loved ones. We are told weeks ahead this day is coming and the commercials are going to make sure we don't forget to tell our sweetie, honey, cutie pie and little darlin that we love them while supporting the retail stores with our purchases. It is like that with every holiday I guess, pushed by commercialism. I hope this holiday built around love is different. Gifts are not the answer but it is the love that matters the most. Make this day extra special for all those you love. Tell them you love them over and over again.</em><br />
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<em>As for your sweetie, whether it is a husband, boyfriend or fiance, make sure they know how you feel too. They can't read your mind. Don't wait for that anniversary or Valentine's Day or their birthday. Make it a point to demonstrate some type of affection every day. It is good for the soul. It is good for the mind and spirit. We all need it so desperately especially in this world that is full of hate, bitterness and anger. Our loved ones have to feel safe and loved always. You will be surprised what you get back in return. Love should be unconditional just like my puppy Mia, who doesn't expect anything in return. It will come back to you just wait and see. </em><br />
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<em>On this Valentine's Day I pray you are with the ones you love and if not as so many are gone due to the war going on, I pray for their safe return and that this time next year you'll be together. If you have conflict in your life, step back right now and make it a point to resolve whatever is going on. Don't let another day go by without trying to mend a relationship whether it is a family member or a social relationship. Life is just too short to carry such pain. In the end it never really matters who was right or wrong, just that love is more important and family and friends are more important than things or pride.</em><br />
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<em>My wish is that we all learn to share our love with others 365 days a year. If you are with loved ones today love on them a lot, tell them constantly, hug a lot and often and keep it going through the year. We sometimes base our feelings on our mood and for women we know how that can change. Try to separate the two because love shouldn't be based on our mood. It is unconditional. (I think I said that already)</em><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>Hold those babies a little tighter tonight and give them an extra kiss or two. Spread your love around the home in everything you do because mom's mood usually sets the temperature for the rest of the home. </em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS9lQJk3kc_VoewKaUr25HQOI_4yemkKsbB-BzCaEwmAeZKr79SH79cfRYhLA" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" class="rg_i" data-src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS9lQJk3kc_VoewKaUr25HQOI_4yemkKsbB-BzCaEwmAeZKr79SH79cfRYhLA" height="144" id="QlKSdrGaRdolZM:b" onload="this.style.display='inline';google.stb.csi.onTbn(0, this)" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS9lQJk3kc_VoewKaUr25HQOI_4yemkKsbB-BzCaEwmAeZKr79SH79cfRYhLA" style="display: inline; height: 144px; width: 141px;" width="141" /></a><em><br />
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<div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>I'd give you a big hug<br />
everyday if I could</em></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em> </em></span><span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>along with some kisses </em></span><span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>you know I would </em></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>So I hope you like this<br />
that I bottled for you....<br />
kisses when needed<br />
and a big bear hug too!<br />
~ shirleyt@craftayings.com ~</em></span></div></div>~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-81994121390885377472011-02-11T17:23:00.000-08:002011-02-11T17:32:47.692-08:00Another Kind of Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZKtuA6j_Mc3eIm9-rGQiB_TW_RqMqmFq1wJOTCU4l4qun-4fX8LG_iWyT9tTA580kCq9QOSV3zd6g_nQ-KZBRQ-CuPzyk7wAPpgaCcqjOyyI42I8BiIpsdJF9KaIPQNGdJkZdSa1CU95M/s1600/DSCN1146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZKtuA6j_Mc3eIm9-rGQiB_TW_RqMqmFq1wJOTCU4l4qun-4fX8LG_iWyT9tTA580kCq9QOSV3zd6g_nQ-KZBRQ-CuPzyk7wAPpgaCcqjOyyI42I8BiIpsdJF9KaIPQNGdJkZdSa1CU95M/s200/DSCN1146.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFvFvdfAB3og2s82RRV5lpShRk7sS9dclT2J2G3lFWI4XmBybIfmQcwF5u7nEzmz9xm4bH8HA3sy5vymcUgEYzL2RXStwY8cq5CJRVjt-M_cCuwTZ1zYDbh6ngsvmFRvDvE7pKKBKx9-L/s1600/DSCN1147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFvFvdfAB3og2s82RRV5lpShRk7sS9dclT2J2G3lFWI4XmBybIfmQcwF5u7nEzmz9xm4bH8HA3sy5vymcUgEYzL2RXStwY8cq5CJRVjt-M_cCuwTZ1zYDbh6ngsvmFRvDvE7pKKBKx9-L/s200/DSCN1147.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14t3X-IM9wt_5urjgWHz6KGQkRneyQ1pDDaqVtkQNOg5LgqMshDy7J8roLg_3iKGBaYsP6KgoMnvufCESzm8OAN1NGCK0loLaA0LhU_wmfYGb5K4pJ4WJWpLxbSHmH00nYzADGc0o8etr/s1600/DSCN1142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14t3X-IM9wt_5urjgWHz6KGQkRneyQ1pDDaqVtkQNOg5LgqMshDy7J8roLg_3iKGBaYsP6KgoMnvufCESzm8OAN1NGCK0loLaA0LhU_wmfYGb5K4pJ4WJWpLxbSHmH00nYzADGc0o8etr/s200/DSCN1142.JPG" width="200" /></a>I just wanted to tell you about another member of my family that I neglected to mention in my profile. It is my little shih tzu Mia. She is about 9 months old and a precious little puppy. These pictures are when she was only 2 months old. We have had dogs almost all our married life and I don't know what it would be like without one. Our sweet little Dallas (another shih tzu) who we had for 16 years passed away last year. She had kidney problems that went on for a few years but finally took her in the end. She had 3 litters of puppies in her early years and made the best mommy ever. We loved her with all our hearts. When she was gone, our house was so empty and lonely for the love of a dog. We thought we were done raising puppies but lo and behold, we couldn't stand the emptiness that only a puppy can fill so we went ahead and got Mia. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">What a little doll she is. She had beautiful blue eyes when we got her but now they are almost brown sort of a hazel color. She has grown to about 9 pounds and will stay small. She loves to play with a tennis ball and will actually move it with her nose so you can play with her. She is now almost all white and has the softest fur. She hates the bath though, usually likes to fight me but I'm bigger than her, I think she forgets that. She is so much fun and as you can see my granddaughter Hannah loves her too. Maybe someday Mia will be a mommy and Hannah will get to have one of her puppies, I know that is what Hannah is thinking about everytime she sees her. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">There are different kinds of love in this world all special and unique. I hope you are fortunate enough to experience many of them. The love of an animal is unconditional, no strings attached. All they want is some attention and in return you get so much more. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Hugs</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Kathy </div>~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-55319651933274562342011-02-09T17:24:00.000-08:002011-02-09T17:24:34.448-08:00What's The Secret?I was only 20 years old (almost 21) when I got married. It seems so young now but then it wasn't. Forty years ago, all my friends were getting married and it is truly amazing but all of us are still together. So I don't think age really has anything to do with a lasting relationship. I see people in their 30's who get married thinking they are ready to settle down, they know what they want, they have their careers but still end up divorcing. People often ask me what is the secret to a long and happy marriage. I can't say it is a secret but I believe first and foremost you have to be absolutely, positively, head over heels in love. It's not the kind of in love, where you think you may be in love, or might be in love or maybe you'll fall in love later. It has to be the real thing, the kind of love where you want to be together all the time. You think about this person every minute. You feel you can't live without them. They have become your world. You are complete when you are together. (Do I sound like a romance novel yet?)<br />
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If you don't start out with that kind of love, your marriage will be weak. It won't have a solid foundation. It will crumble when the trials come. Your love will be tested many times and if you have a good solid foundation built on unconditional love and trust it will survive. If not, the relationship will start to bend slowly and eventually break. Like the song says, love will keep us together. It is just a fact, at least in my opinion and I've lived through many trials and testings to speak from experience.<br />
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I also feel another important "secret" in any marriage is humor. You can't take everything so serious. Have fun in the little things. It seems that most of the time (not all of them) when we would get into an argument or disagreement somehow if we just looked at each other for a few seconds we would then start laughing. We also like to joke around with each other and do a lot of kidding about things. We try to lighten up the atmosphere. When our children were growing up we always had humor in the home. Our boys were especially good for teasing their dad and making jokes, pulling some kind of prank and we would all laugh. It never was disrespectful or demeaning. That would never have been allowed. Laughter is good for the soul as they say. It is also good for the marriage. Fill your walls with laughter. You will notice how it will bring you closer. If your partner is too serious, find ways to lighten them up. Life is hard and we need to slow down and let go of the tension. It doesn't take much. I believe that we got through some hard times by using humor to help us cope. It is not always appropriate but when it is, don't hesitate to use it. It is also healthy so think of it as medicine for your body, mind and marriage. Until next time may you find something to laugh about today.<br />
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Kathy~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955857575574872676.post-69699661492181079992011-02-06T16:50:00.000-08:002011-02-09T08:48:27.440-08:00Welcome to My BlogI <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">am so happy you decided to visit my blog. I am new to this and am excited to start this new journey into the world of blogging. I know most people blog about their daily lives and the exciting things that happen to them whether it is with their children, jobs or lives in general. This has become their life's journal in a way and it keeps them in touch with others who want to know how their lives are going. Well my blog might be a little different. My children are all grown and I don't really lead a very exciting life. I thought I would blog about what I've already been through and maybe take you backwards in my life and along the way share with you what I've learned about raising a family and trying to keep it all together through good times and bad. I have gained so much insight into what is really important in life and like they say if only I knew. I'm hoping that I can share some of that insight with you and help you understand that much of what we stress about really doesn't matter in the end. We usually are doing a lot of it to ourselves. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">To me having a family, raising children and having a grandchild is one of life's richest blessings but the time goes by so fast. Take each day and make it matter. Those babies are not going to stay small very long. Those little feet will be on the move before you know it. Those tiny hands will one day be holding the steering wheel of a car so hold on tight. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">My hope in doing this blog is to share my deepest thoughts and feelings with you that the precious treasures we were given need to feel loved and cared for in everything we do for them and with them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">In future blogs I hope to share some of my life's experiences together with lessons I've learned along the way and solutions that have helped me keep my sanity (well most of the time) while raising 3 children as well as being a working mom. Feel free to leave your comments and/or questions and I'll be sure to reply. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Again, this is new for me too so let's take this journey together. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Kathy</span>~Kathy~http://www.blogger.com/profile/12230095795276647430noreply@blogger.com3