The layering of mirrors on a table,
The unexpected beauty of this outfit. I would so wear this...
Hugs from Maine
Sunday, October 18, 2009
THREE THINGS I LOVE...
A wall covered with family photos,
The layering of mirrors on a table,
The unexpected beauty of this outfit. I would so wear this...
Hugs from Maine
The layering of mirrors on a table,
The unexpected beauty of this outfit. I would so wear this...
Hugs from Maine
Saturday, October 17, 2009
100 THANK YOU'S
I've reached 100 followers on this blog. A long time ago, Sweet Baby Girl asked, "What are followers?" I guess she thought it was a little creepy. Nah, it's nice.
I probably feel like most bloggers do. That I enjoy your blogs as much as you mine, and think of you as friends. If I could have all of you over for a party to celebrate, this is what I would want it to look like as you drove up...
I would want all 100 of you to spend the night, get to know you even better...
and make you hot pumpkin spice coffee in the morning.
But reality is that I can do none of that. I can however, thank you. Thank You for taking time out of your busy days to read my ramblings. I often forget that people actually read what I write.
100, Hugs From Maine
I probably feel like most bloggers do. That I enjoy your blogs as much as you mine, and think of you as friends. If I could have all of you over for a party to celebrate, this is what I would want it to look like as you drove up...
I would want all 100 of you to spend the night, get to know you even better...
and make you hot pumpkin spice coffee in the morning.
But reality is that I can do none of that. I can however, thank you. Thank You for taking time out of your busy days to read my ramblings. I often forget that people actually read what I write.
100, Hugs From Maine
Friday, October 16, 2009
THIS WOULD BE A BEAUTIFUL WAY TO SPEND A WEEKEND
Lets all grab a good book,
something hot and scrumptious to sip on...
get dressed in something cozy, like a big soft flannel shirt, sweats, and hubbies toasty socks...
and just enjoy the weekend doing, well, not a whole lot.
Doesn't that sound nice.
Hugs from Maine
something hot and scrumptious to sip on...
get dressed in something cozy, like a big soft flannel shirt, sweats, and hubbies toasty socks...
and just enjoy the weekend doing, well, not a whole lot.Doesn't that sound nice.
Hugs from Maine
Thursday, October 15, 2009
SOME PICTURES JUST SPEAK TO YOU...
This is one of them...
Can you see me behind the window, just opening the door...
Hugs from Maine
Can you see me behind the window, just opening the door...
Hugs from Maine
GIVE THIS GIRL SOME RED & BLACK BUFFALO CHECK AND WATCH HER SMILE!
Last years collection from Ralph Lauren is still my favorite, but boy this years Fall 2009 ... well, its close.
Enjoy,
Hugs from Maine
Enjoy,
Hugs from Maine
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
WHEN SLEEP AVOIDS ME, I TEND TO BLOG
It's late once again, and although I tried to sleep, it wasn't happening. I took a quiz at, gosh, I forgot... but anyway, this is what it said about my style,
Lisa, you are a Country Classic
You have a naturally refined sensibility with an appreciation for tradition and history. You value beauty, craftsmanship, and family heirlooms, but you like to open things up with pretty, easy-going pieces like painted wood or distressed furniture, lovely florals and other patterns, and bunches of fresh flowers that give your home a breezy, relaxed feeling. You love unique finds, have a thrifty, creative side, and can make these things work together.
You value comfort. Your home is a warm and open friendly place, and you feel happiest when everyone is cared for and relaxed in your space. Elements like pillows, throws, overstuffed furniture, and good lighting set the mood. You may also enjoy layering different fabrics or mixing patterns to create a cozy effect.
Sounds about right. (these pictures are not my own.)
Hugs from Maine
Lisa, you are a Country Classic
You have a naturally refined sensibility with an appreciation for tradition and history. You value beauty, craftsmanship, and family heirlooms, but you like to open things up with pretty, easy-going pieces like painted wood or distressed furniture, lovely florals and other patterns, and bunches of fresh flowers that give your home a breezy, relaxed feeling. You love unique finds, have a thrifty, creative side, and can make these things work together.
You value comfort. Your home is a warm and open friendly place, and you feel happiest when everyone is cared for and relaxed in your space. Elements like pillows, throws, overstuffed furniture, and good lighting set the mood. You may also enjoy layering different fabrics or mixing patterns to create a cozy effect.
Sounds about right. (these pictures are not my own.)
Hugs from Maine
YUP, GOING TO BE MAKING SOME OF THESE THIS WEEKEND!
These always catch my eye.
Better Homes and Garden website give instructions on the "HOW" to do this project. I will be taking time this weekend, no I will be MAKING TIME this weekend to do this particular project that I have been wanting to do for YEARS!!!
Of course, I'll post pictures... Have a wonderful fall day everyone!
Hugs from Maine
Better Homes and Garden website give instructions on the "HOW" to do this project. I will be taking time this weekend, no I will be MAKING TIME this weekend to do this particular project that I have been wanting to do for YEARS!!!
Of course, I'll post pictures... Have a wonderful fall day everyone!
Hugs from Maine
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Yeah, I Need Me Some Of This...
Not a one of these pictures belongs to me... but they do speak to my inner most creative, need for quiet self...
Hugs from Maine
Sunday, October 4, 2009
WE STILL LOVE JESUS!
It's 12:10am, and I'm still up. If you know me for 5 minutes, you know I go to bed early, and get up even earlier. But today being a rainy, dark, Sunday, I took a three hour nap. If that wasn't stupid enough, I had coffee this evening with my girlfriends at Tim Hortons. So everyone else in the house is asleep, and I am WIDE awake. I think I'll pay for this tomorrow.
It's been a very interesting couple of weeks to say the least. Blue Eyes and I have had many discussions, prayer, etc... about this girl, on the right. Yup, thats Sweet Baby Girl alright.
Almost didn't recognize her huh. Me neither. But this is her, growing up. You might at first glance, look at the dress shes wearing. The shoes on her feet...
But what this mom sees is her smile. (And I'm not talking about the beautifully straight teeth we paid $4,000 for). I'm talking about the "joy" in her smile. The happiness that is beaming from her face. I see her dads dimples, (that little bit of Gurney in her). I see my mom. I see the daughter who is once again, hugging on my neck in the middle of the day, giving me a kiss on the cheek and saying, "I love you mom." Words this mom rarely hears from her teenage girl. I see the daughter who plops herself on our bed at night and talks to me the way she use to before she started down the road that all teenagers go down. I see my Sweet Baby Girl reconnecting with the mom she was once so close too. I see my daughter. And it blesses my heart. I've said before that my peeps are growing up so fast this moms heart can't keep up. It's still so very true.
This was Katies very first dance. A Homecoming Dance. Something we never thought we would allow her to do. But, what God has been showing me in these last few weeks is that, we, as parents, can change our minds. And it can be a good thing. We can seek His wisdom, listen to those trusted friends and family who have gone before us, and change our minds.
And in changing our minds we can have confidence in God that all we believe in, stand for, know to be true, still is. That doesn't change because we've changed our minds on something.
God is who He says He is. Good friends and family are there when you need them. And our family still loves Jesus.
After all five thousand pictures were taken, the time had come to send her off. We were all standing on the front porch telling them to have a good time, when Katie heard her brothers truck coming down the street. He was just getting home from work. Mattie got out of his truck, walked up the stairs, and firmly shook the hand of the young man who was going to take his baby sister, his only baby sister, to her very first dance. He reached for Katies arm, as she turned to go down the stairs, hugged her tight, and whispered something only an older brother tells his little sister.
"I love you Katie." " I love you too Matt" And with her big princess smile, she was off.
Oh yeah, Sweet Baby Girl had a great time. And the young man that we allowed to take our precious daughter to the Homecoming... Well you can imagine the hoops the poor thing had to jump through in order to have Her on his arm walking into that dance. Let me tell you, that young man can jump!
This is one of my favorite pictures of her and her friends shoes the next morning. Right where they had left them when they got home, the night before. Proof that she hadn't dreamt of going to the dance with her Prince Charming. And yes, Patsey, you were right. She did look like a Princess!
Hugs from Maine
It's been a very interesting couple of weeks to say the least. Blue Eyes and I have had many discussions, prayer, etc... about this girl, on the right. Yup, thats Sweet Baby Girl alright.
Almost didn't recognize her huh. Me neither. But this is her, growing up. You might at first glance, look at the dress shes wearing. The shoes on her feet...
But what this mom sees is her smile. (And I'm not talking about the beautifully straight teeth we paid $4,000 for). I'm talking about the "joy" in her smile. The happiness that is beaming from her face. I see her dads dimples, (that little bit of Gurney in her). I see my mom. I see the daughter who is once again, hugging on my neck in the middle of the day, giving me a kiss on the cheek and saying, "I love you mom." Words this mom rarely hears from her teenage girl. I see the daughter who plops herself on our bed at night and talks to me the way she use to before she started down the road that all teenagers go down. I see my Sweet Baby Girl reconnecting with the mom she was once so close too. I see my daughter. And it blesses my heart. I've said before that my peeps are growing up so fast this moms heart can't keep up. It's still so very true.
This was Katies very first dance. A Homecoming Dance. Something we never thought we would allow her to do. But, what God has been showing me in these last few weeks is that, we, as parents, can change our minds. And it can be a good thing. We can seek His wisdom, listen to those trusted friends and family who have gone before us, and change our minds.And in changing our minds we can have confidence in God that all we believe in, stand for, know to be true, still is. That doesn't change because we've changed our minds on something.
God is who He says He is. Good friends and family are there when you need them. And our family still loves Jesus.
After all five thousand pictures were taken, the time had come to send her off. We were all standing on the front porch telling them to have a good time, when Katie heard her brothers truck coming down the street. He was just getting home from work. Mattie got out of his truck, walked up the stairs, and firmly shook the hand of the young man who was going to take his baby sister, his only baby sister, to her very first dance. He reached for Katies arm, as she turned to go down the stairs, hugged her tight, and whispered something only an older brother tells his little sister.
"I love you Katie." " I love you too Matt" And with her big princess smile, she was off.
Oh yeah, Sweet Baby Girl had a great time. And the young man that we allowed to take our precious daughter to the Homecoming... Well you can imagine the hoops the poor thing had to jump through in order to have Her on his arm walking into that dance. Let me tell you, that young man can jump!
This is one of my favorite pictures of her and her friends shoes the next morning. Right where they had left them when they got home, the night before. Proof that she hadn't dreamt of going to the dance with her Prince Charming. And yes, Patsey, you were right. She did look like a Princess!
Hugs from Maine
Saturday, October 3, 2009
BABY GIRLS FIRST HOMECOMING!
BIG day at the Gurney house. Sweet Baby Girl is going to her very first dance. A Homecoming dance. Like her 3 brothers before her, she has always homeschooled, and hadn't really had the opportunity to go to a dance. Not to mention, we really have never liked the idea all that much. Going to a dance that is. But, things change, and so did our minds. Blue Eyes and mine.
I know, I know. Going to a dance isn't all that big of a deal to lots of people. And you know what, you're probably right. Sweet Baby Girl says I over think everything. Have I told you before, she knows me well, and is often right.
She met and likes a young man from her Youth Group that she has been going to for quite sometime now. Although we are hesitant because of his age, (a little older then we hoped), and her age, (a little younger then we wanted), he is a fine young man, and he comes from a wonderful family. He has been raised well and is very loved. We've visited with them at their home this week, and are confident that we're all on the same page.
And so tonight, Sweet Baby Girl will go on her first unofficial "date" with her first, unofficial, "boyfriend". Actually, we're calling them friends. My Florida sister calls it "denial". She's right. It works.
Shortly, she will be getting ready with her friend, (pictured above), and we will snap 5 million pictures before she is off for what I hope will be a wonderfully, memorable evening.
I of course will post pictures later!
Hugs from Maine
I know, I know. Going to a dance isn't all that big of a deal to lots of people. And you know what, you're probably right. Sweet Baby Girl says I over think everything. Have I told you before, she knows me well, and is often right.
She met and likes a young man from her Youth Group that she has been going to for quite sometime now. Although we are hesitant because of his age, (a little older then we hoped), and her age, (a little younger then we wanted), he is a fine young man, and he comes from a wonderful family. He has been raised well and is very loved. We've visited with them at their home this week, and are confident that we're all on the same page.
And so tonight, Sweet Baby Girl will go on her first unofficial "date" with her first, unofficial, "boyfriend". Actually, we're calling them friends. My Florida sister calls it "denial". She's right. It works.
Shortly, she will be getting ready with her friend, (pictured above), and we will snap 5 million pictures before she is off for what I hope will be a wonderfully, memorable evening.
I of course will post pictures later!
Hugs from Maine
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
ITS FALL IN MAINE, AND ALL IS WELL
Here we are on the very last day of September, and I'm finally posting on my blog! I've missed a whole month! Not much has been going on... well, thats not really the truth. Life goes on and we really can't stop that. It's all good, and we are all well. Thanks friends for your concern. I've missed you guys! I must have needed a break and didn't realize it.
I know I've posted this picture before but, it's so me even though its not my picture.
Sweet Baby girl is growing up, and well... it can be stressful at times. Not because anything is wrong, just that she is 14 going on 25. Or so it seems. Having 3 boys before her didn't really help a whole lot. I mean, they are guys and soooo different. You know, it reminds me of the day I gave birth to her. I had Benjamin, Matthew, and Zachary, but somehow it felt like she was my first child. I know its because she was a girl and I almost didn't know WHAT to do with her. For 6 months I said to myself, shes a girl, shes a girl, shes a girl. It finally sunk in. Now Im finding myself saying the very same thing, 14 years later...
I love her more then life itself. I am very proud of who she is, the choices she is making, her genuiness and sincerity. I'm breathing some big deep breaths lately, and it helps. I'm also more importantly seeking God in this time of transition and His wisdom. Good friends and sisters are always on hand to lend a listening ear, and loving encouragement.
For this I am grateful.
Big Hugs from Maine!
I know I've posted this picture before but, it's so me even though its not my picture.
Sweet Baby girl is growing up, and well... it can be stressful at times. Not because anything is wrong, just that she is 14 going on 25. Or so it seems. Having 3 boys before her didn't really help a whole lot. I mean, they are guys and soooo different. You know, it reminds me of the day I gave birth to her. I had Benjamin, Matthew, and Zachary, but somehow it felt like she was my first child. I know its because she was a girl and I almost didn't know WHAT to do with her. For 6 months I said to myself, shes a girl, shes a girl, shes a girl. It finally sunk in. Now Im finding myself saying the very same thing, 14 years later...
I love her more then life itself. I am very proud of who she is, the choices she is making, her genuiness and sincerity. I'm breathing some big deep breaths lately, and it helps. I'm also more importantly seeking God in this time of transition and His wisdom. Good friends and sisters are always on hand to lend a listening ear, and loving encouragement.
For this I am grateful.
Big Hugs from Maine!
Monday, August 24, 2009
MONDAY POST
Well, I haven't posted for quite awhile. No particular reason. Though these are not my own pictures, they inspire me no less. Blue, blue, blue... It was my mom and dads favorite color. I'm finding the older I get, the more I'm going back to where I started. What I know.
This is one of my favorite kitchens. I love the sparkle of the lighting, crisp clean feeling of the white cupboards, and the roughness of the ceiling. PERFECT!
This kitchen has beautiful blues. An old farm sink that we had in our Benton house, (miss it), and of course, my favorite dog. Doesn't she look just like Sophie?
Big changes here this week at our house. Ben goes to Germany on Sunday. From there, we don't know.
Sadly, a young 21 year old Marine, just came home to Maine, for the last time, from Afghanistan. His funeral was today in Madison. I can't imagine.
The news said he was a very religious man. I hope that means he knew Jesus as his Lord and Savior. If he did, he is with Him. For his parents and family, knowing their son knew Jesus, is the beginning of comfort and peace, for such a time as this.
I will pray for them. Will you join me. I know God will be faithful to comfort their hearts.
Hugs from Maine
This is one of my favorite kitchens. I love the sparkle of the lighting, crisp clean feeling of the white cupboards, and the roughness of the ceiling. PERFECT!
This kitchen has beautiful blues. An old farm sink that we had in our Benton house, (miss it), and of course, my favorite dog. Doesn't she look just like Sophie?
Big changes here this week at our house. Ben goes to Germany on Sunday. From there, we don't know.
Sadly, a young 21 year old Marine, just came home to Maine, for the last time, from Afghanistan. His funeral was today in Madison. I can't imagine.
The news said he was a very religious man. I hope that means he knew Jesus as his Lord and Savior. If he did, he is with Him. For his parents and family, knowing their son knew Jesus, is the beginning of comfort and peace, for such a time as this.
I will pray for them. Will you join me. I know God will be faithful to comfort their hearts.
Hugs from Maine
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
CAN WE SAY YIPPPPEEEE!!!!
I am one of those very disappointed readers who thought there would never be a replacement for one of my favorite magazines, Country Home. When the last publication of Country Home came out, I think I bought 4! I have missed it but am so looking forward to this beauty coming to newstands soon.
Quote from the blog that goes along with the magazine, " Brought to you by style makers Ki Nassauer and Matthew Mead, Flea Market Style is a new a 144 page newsstand magazine, chock full of vintage-style decorating, projects, collecting tips, special features and more - to be released in early spring, 2010. The magazine cover (see above) is a mock-up, and the actual cover will be revealed when the magazine is released. "
Yeah, I'm a little excited for it to come out. I have furnished and decorated our house's with lawn sale/ garage sale items for 25 years and loved it. I'm sure Ki Nassauer and Matthew Mead will not disappoint us!
Here is the link to Flea Market Style Blog. Just click on it and your there. It is a blog set up to get a look at the makings of this magazine. Enjoy, I sure will.
Hugs from Maine
Quote from the blog that goes along with the magazine, " Brought to you by style makers Ki Nassauer and Matthew Mead, Flea Market Style is a new a 144 page newsstand magazine, chock full of vintage-style decorating, projects, collecting tips, special features and more - to be released in early spring, 2010. The magazine cover (see above) is a mock-up, and the actual cover will be revealed when the magazine is released. "
Yeah, I'm a little excited for it to come out. I have furnished and decorated our house's with lawn sale/ garage sale items for 25 years and loved it. I'm sure Ki Nassauer and Matthew Mead will not disappoint us!
Here is the link to Flea Market Style Blog. Just click on it and your there. It is a blog set up to get a look at the makings of this magazine. Enjoy, I sure will.
Hugs from Maine
Friday, August 14, 2009
ATTITUDE CHANGE, CHECK. HEART CHANGE, CHECK!
Well, I am praying for a changed heart. Last evening, after a bit of wisdom, insight, and humor from Sweet Baby Girls friends, (teenagers!), I realized my attitude needed changing. Quickly.
I realized that I need to be grateful for this time in my peeps lives that will, like their childhood, go by so very quickly. I could almost count the days if I wanted. That alone brings tears to my eyes. I love my peeps. One of the things Cameron said that really hit home for me was, "Mrs. Gurney, take a look at the picture you have on your FB and it will remind you of how much you love your teenagers." Those might not be his exact words but I did what he suggested, and it worked.
This age is hard on them, and me. But it is a time in their lives that they still need their moms love, understanding, compassion, prayers... I need to be "slow to anger". Quick to hug.
Always remembering that they will be gone soon, cherish the time I have with them.
When I have days that are harder then others, I will go upstairs to the wall of photos from their childhood and look. I will look at their sweet faces full of smiles and joy. I will read the scriptures under each photo, and pray.
I will focus on the qualities I love about my peeps for there are many. They are considerate, kind, polite. They are hard workers and have good attitudes when doing so. They are quick to help those in need, and they love each other as siblings in a way I will be forever grateful to God for.
They know Jesus as their savior, and hear his voice speak to them in the quietness of their hearts. They have compassion for animals and older people and appreciate both. They are intelligent and humble. Qualities that don't always go hand in hand.
Forgive me Lord for letting my emotions towards my peeps get to a place where I was forgetting, no, rejecting the 4 gifts, You Lord have given me as their mom. Please help me to always be grateful for this time in their lives. Because truly, they are growing up so fast, my heart can't keep up.
And thank you Kayla, Peter, and Cameron (wonderful teenagers!!!),for letting God use your love for Him, and my Sweet Baby Girl, to help this mom stop in her bad attitude tracks and change her heart.
Hugs from Maine
I realized that I need to be grateful for this time in my peeps lives that will, like their childhood, go by so very quickly. I could almost count the days if I wanted. That alone brings tears to my eyes. I love my peeps. One of the things Cameron said that really hit home for me was, "Mrs. Gurney, take a look at the picture you have on your FB and it will remind you of how much you love your teenagers." Those might not be his exact words but I did what he suggested, and it worked.
This age is hard on them, and me. But it is a time in their lives that they still need their moms love, understanding, compassion, prayers... I need to be "slow to anger". Quick to hug.
Always remembering that they will be gone soon, cherish the time I have with them.
When I have days that are harder then others, I will go upstairs to the wall of photos from their childhood and look. I will look at their sweet faces full of smiles and joy. I will read the scriptures under each photo, and pray.
I will focus on the qualities I love about my peeps for there are many. They are considerate, kind, polite. They are hard workers and have good attitudes when doing so. They are quick to help those in need, and they love each other as siblings in a way I will be forever grateful to God for.
They know Jesus as their savior, and hear his voice speak to them in the quietness of their hearts. They have compassion for animals and older people and appreciate both. They are intelligent and humble. Qualities that don't always go hand in hand.
Forgive me Lord for letting my emotions towards my peeps get to a place where I was forgetting, no, rejecting the 4 gifts, You Lord have given me as their mom. Please help me to always be grateful for this time in their lives. Because truly, they are growing up so fast, my heart can't keep up.
And thank you Kayla, Peter, and Cameron (wonderful teenagers!!!),for letting God use your love for Him, and my Sweet Baby Girl, to help this mom stop in her bad attitude tracks and change her heart.
Hugs from Maine
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
NOW, I'M NO JULIA CHILDS... BUT I DO LOVE MERYL
I just got back (a bit ago), from going to the movie with my sweet, sweet, sweet, baby girl. We saw a movie that I have been so excited to see. I LOVE going to the movies. This one, was NO disappointment.
First, let me say that I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, MERYL STREEP!!! She is talent in a nutshell. Her work IS acting. No her acting is so real it seems like which ever character she plays, she IS that character. Not everyone can do that.
What a wonderful movie it was, is... I am so glad to have gone to it with my 14 year old, sweet baby girl. It was of course a relateable movie because after all, we, (you girls and me), blog. And for sweet baby girl to see that other people blog and I'm not really coo-coo, was good.
What a great ending to a hard start of the day. My chicken pie is in the oven as I blog, and so are these, (not sure if they have freezer burn or not ).
I'm no Julia, but I really enjoyed the movie, and sitting beside my sweet baby girl while watching it.
Even if she is a teenager.
Hugs from Maine
First, let me say that I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, MERYL STREEP!!! She is talent in a nutshell. Her work IS acting. No her acting is so real it seems like which ever character she plays, she IS that character. Not everyone can do that.
What a wonderful movie it was, is... I am so glad to have gone to it with my 14 year old, sweet baby girl. It was of course a relateable movie because after all, we, (you girls and me), blog. And for sweet baby girl to see that other people blog and I'm not really coo-coo, was good.What a great ending to a hard start of the day. My chicken pie is in the oven as I blog, and so are these, (not sure if they have freezer burn or not ).
I'm no Julia, but I really enjoyed the movie, and sitting beside my sweet baby girl while watching it.
Even if she is a teenager.
Hugs from Maine
ALRIGHT, JUST CALL ME HILLARY!
OK. So this morning started out fine. Coffee made, dogs out, dishes started... I thought, why don't I get chicken pie made this morning so all that has to be done is to put it in tonight. Smart huh? Then is happened. Humidity, heat... you get the picture. It got to me. I let it get to me. Not unlike my teenagers. It happens. I let it happen. They get to me.
I started to get ingredients out for the pie, and couldn't find a paring knife. I've had and do have many, but couldn't find a one. Not one. So of course I thought it was "the teenagers" All of them. Because it is a cult, and they DO tag team. I hear the high fives and the "yeah! " coming from upstairs... Well, not really. But it does seem like it sometimes. Like its a cult, and they high five each other as they tag the next one to make me coo-coo.
They take my "stuff", camera, hair brush, tweezers, hair products, (I only have one), perfume, cell phone cords, (both inside and car versions)... And thats just off the top of my head.
Now I'm not a materialistic kinda person. I'll pretty much share anything (except Blue Eyes), just as long as it gets put back in the spot it was found in. And you know me, everything has a place and I always put it back in its place.
And so this morning, when I got over heated, (to humid for this Maine girl), and I couldn't find any paring knife... well you can guess who I blamed. And if you still can't figure it out, just ask anyone in my neighborhood who they heard me ranting about because I think they all heard.
To sum it up, I pulled a Hillary. Yup, a Hillary. I assumed because I couldn't find not even one of the 5 or 6 paring knives we have that it MUST have been a teenager that took it. Them.
And so I carried on for about hummm, 5 minutes. The dogs ran and hid. Ben stayed on his computer. Not a word. So I finished my chicken pie with the peeler and cooked it up so it was ready for din-din later. And as I was cleaning up the dishes from all of that, well just let me say it wasn't the teenager that took the paring knife like I so quickly assumed.
This picture says it all, and yes it was at the bottom of this lying there all clean and paring knife like.
Yes, I will be sure to eat a huge piece of humble pie for dessert. ( I still hate teenagers)
Thank you to Patseys "Cuff Angel". I needed that.
Hugs from Maine
I started to get ingredients out for the pie, and couldn't find a paring knife. I've had and do have many, but couldn't find a one. Not one. So of course I thought it was "the teenagers" All of them. Because it is a cult, and they DO tag team. I hear the high fives and the "yeah! " coming from upstairs... Well, not really. But it does seem like it sometimes. Like its a cult, and they high five each other as they tag the next one to make me coo-coo.
They take my "stuff", camera, hair brush, tweezers, hair products, (I only have one), perfume, cell phone cords, (both inside and car versions)... And thats just off the top of my head.
Now I'm not a materialistic kinda person. I'll pretty much share anything (except Blue Eyes), just as long as it gets put back in the spot it was found in. And you know me, everything has a place and I always put it back in its place.
And so this morning, when I got over heated, (to humid for this Maine girl), and I couldn't find any paring knife... well you can guess who I blamed. And if you still can't figure it out, just ask anyone in my neighborhood who they heard me ranting about because I think they all heard.
To sum it up, I pulled a Hillary. Yup, a Hillary. I assumed because I couldn't find not even one of the 5 or 6 paring knives we have that it MUST have been a teenager that took it. Them.
And so I carried on for about hummm, 5 minutes. The dogs ran and hid. Ben stayed on his computer. Not a word. So I finished my chicken pie with the peeler and cooked it up so it was ready for din-din later. And as I was cleaning up the dishes from all of that, well just let me say it wasn't the teenager that took the paring knife like I so quickly assumed.
This picture says it all, and yes it was at the bottom of this lying there all clean and paring knife like.
Yes, I will be sure to eat a huge piece of humble pie for dessert. ( I still hate teenagers)
Thank you to Patseys "Cuff Angel". I needed that.
Hugs from Maine
Monday, August 10, 2009
COFFEE WITH KATE
This morning as I poured my first cup of coffee, I looked down and realized the half and half was spoiled. A bit unusual since I drink plenty of it and usually run out before that could ever happen. I decided to throw on a baseball hat, closest jacket, (because you know I was still in my P.J.'s), and head to the corner store to get some and maybe a paper. (yeah that WAS me you saw)
While I was there cashing out, I heard the voice of the familiar Kate of Jon and Kate plus 8 on the TV that was hanging from the ceiling. I'm not one to stop and watch TV in a store. I know its there to keep customers from getting annoyed while standing in line. (I get annoyed because TV's are everywhere). I was on my way out the door and I stopped. I stopped to listen to Kate. I heard her tell of how this divorce was not something she ever wanted for herself or her children. How she knew that it was not "the best" for them, but what had to be done. How she wanted to show them that she as their mom could and would do the best in the circumstances given to her.
I got it. I got that I am one of those judgemental people who has shook my "I can't believe them " head at the news stand magazines, when once again her face and that of her ex? husband were staring at me while I wait for my stuff to go down the dirty conveyor belt at Walmart.
She is a mom. A mom that loves her children and loved her "husband". Yes, Kate probably wishes now that she had made other choices with putting her family all over the T.V. while they were too little to say "no" for themselves. But, really, would that have changed where she is now? I don't believe it would.
I think she would still find herself, in a place she never thought or would to be. Divorced from the man she thought would stay with her, love her, be committed to her and their marriage till death do them part. T.V. show or not.
I on the other hand, found myself (where I thought I'd never be), in the middle of a corner store, standing there, glued to the TV while holding my half and half and local newspaper, listening. I didn't realize just where I was until another lady came through the door, stopped in her tracks right beside me, looked up, and listened.
Women know other women. They feel each others burdens as if they were their own sometimes. This morning, I felt Kates. As a wife and mother. I think the lady standing beside me in the store did too. I wish I could hug on Kate over a cup of coffee. I would apologize for my lack of understanding and compassion for her.
I would tell her that, I will pray for her and her children, and she can call me to have coffee when she needs.
And be so grateful for my own Blue Eyed husband and all that we too have been through in 25 years of marriage. And I will remember to be more compassionate and less judgemental the next time I find myself shaking my head in the check out aisle at Walmart.
Big Hugs to you Kate, From Maine
While I was there cashing out, I heard the voice of the familiar Kate of Jon and Kate plus 8 on the TV that was hanging from the ceiling. I'm not one to stop and watch TV in a store. I know its there to keep customers from getting annoyed while standing in line. (I get annoyed because TV's are everywhere). I was on my way out the door and I stopped. I stopped to listen to Kate. I heard her tell of how this divorce was not something she ever wanted for herself or her children. How she knew that it was not "the best" for them, but what had to be done. How she wanted to show them that she as their mom could and would do the best in the circumstances given to her.
I got it. I got that I am one of those judgemental people who has shook my "I can't believe them " head at the news stand magazines, when once again her face and that of her ex? husband were staring at me while I wait for my stuff to go down the dirty conveyor belt at Walmart.
She is a mom. A mom that loves her children and loved her "husband". Yes, Kate probably wishes now that she had made other choices with putting her family all over the T.V. while they were too little to say "no" for themselves. But, really, would that have changed where she is now? I don't believe it would.
I think she would still find herself, in a place she never thought or would to be. Divorced from the man she thought would stay with her, love her, be committed to her and their marriage till death do them part. T.V. show or not.
I on the other hand, found myself (where I thought I'd never be), in the middle of a corner store, standing there, glued to the TV while holding my half and half and local newspaper, listening. I didn't realize just where I was until another lady came through the door, stopped in her tracks right beside me, looked up, and listened.
Women know other women. They feel each others burdens as if they were their own sometimes. This morning, I felt Kates. As a wife and mother. I think the lady standing beside me in the store did too. I wish I could hug on Kate over a cup of coffee. I would apologize for my lack of understanding and compassion for her.
I would tell her that, I will pray for her and her children, and she can call me to have coffee when she needs.
And be so grateful for my own Blue Eyed husband and all that we too have been through in 25 years of marriage. And I will remember to be more compassionate and less judgemental the next time I find myself shaking my head in the check out aisle at Walmart.
Big Hugs to you Kate, From Maine
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