Wow, what an interesting week it has been on Etsy. This tends to be a slower time of the year for me in my shops on Etsy. Perhaps Americans aren’t buying right now, but a big shout out to the rest of the world!
This last week I shipped to:
New Zealand
Netherlands
Ireland
Turkey
Great Britain
Australia
Canada (3 times)
Spain
Peru
Israel
South Africa
Belgium
What an interesting week. It just may be that Americans aren't buying as much as those around the world. I say ~ Bring it on!
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Smootchie Lips, Mischievious Grins, Sweet Smiles
I don’t know about you, but I find that when I look into the eyes of these beautiful girls I know, beyond all things certain, that God is brilliantly amazing at creating perfection.
Here we have smootchie lips.

And here we have mischievious grin.

And here we have sweet smile.

Perfection in two little girlies….
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Here we have smootchie lips.

And here we have mischievious grin.

And here we have sweet smile.

Perfection in two little girlies….
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Thursday, July 22, 2010
Seeking My Soul
Seems as though life takes us on journeys and we sometimes wonder when/if we bought tickets for the ride….and while on this adventure we feel like we left something at home, like your toothbrush or camera…
Well my journey has been so crazy lately, that I think I left behind my soul/heart somewhere. I am not sure if I lost it on the last adventure, or whether it accidentally got kicked under the bed and I just can’t find it. My world has seemed so twirly lately that I had to do something…And at the risk of being overly metaphorical, I can just say that I wasn’t capable of putting someone else’s oxygen mask on when I was totally gasping for air myself. Taking care of everyone else first was just killing me.
There are few places in life where I can go and center myself. Sometimes it is just in my own space of creativity, but mostly it is at the ocean, on the beach, and more specifically in the water at Leo Carrillo Beach. So I went.
This is the place…right here….in these waters…



I spent time watching the sunrise, and one morning at 5 a.m. I got up and went for a walk on the beach and found these little treasures…
My spirit was nourished. As for my soul/heart, I am still looking….

Well my journey has been so crazy lately, that I think I left behind my soul/heart somewhere. I am not sure if I lost it on the last adventure, or whether it accidentally got kicked under the bed and I just can’t find it. My world has seemed so twirly lately that I had to do something…And at the risk of being overly metaphorical, I can just say that I wasn’t capable of putting someone else’s oxygen mask on when I was totally gasping for air myself. Taking care of everyone else first was just killing me.
There are few places in life where I can go and center myself. Sometimes it is just in my own space of creativity, but mostly it is at the ocean, on the beach, and more specifically in the water at Leo Carrillo Beach. So I went.
This is the place…right here….in these waters…


And in this sand...

And of course Lifeguard Tower #3 holds special memories… and I won’t go there right now…but I can still see Sandy the Lifeguard’s face…..

I spent time watching the sunrise, and one morning at 5 a.m. I got up and went for a walk on the beach and found these little treasures…
And saw this… I don’t know, maybe I have been away from California too long, but seriously, who walks their miniature pony on the beach?
The sunsets were phenomenal.

My spirit was nourished. As for my soul/heart, I am still looking….

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Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Spring Break and Wildlife Refuge
So the past week Jake was away for Spring Break with his buddies. There I was, a mom alone, left to her own devices. Hmmmm…. So I thought maybe I would play music really loud…. I could walk through the house wearing only a towel…. Boy, the possibilities were endless. But what I really enjoyed was the quiet… the simple quiet of it all.
I was sitting on the couch late one night polishing some jewelry, and I heard this strange noise. It was kind of a scratching sound. I stopped, listened some more….and nothing. Hmmm, must be Scooter lying under the magazine rack scratching himself. And once the foul odor of dog gastro-intestinal distress reached my nose, I was fairly confident the scratching sound was Scooter. The week went on rather uneventful, occasional noises, frequent dog smells.
Jake arrived back home on Sunday evening. He was drawn downstairs to slay monsters and kill enemy soldiers ~ ahh the world of online gaming. As he was sitting down there with his AK57, he heard a noise coming from the fireplace insert. He sprinted up the stairs and said “Ummmm mom, I think there is something in the fireplace downstairs.” We went down together and banged on the top of the stove. The next thing I knew I was hearing this:
Muskrat Susie, Muskrat Sam
Do the jitterbug out in muskrat land
And they shimmy
And Sammy's so skinny
Nibbling on bacon, chewin' on cheese
Sammy says to Susie "Honey, would you please be my missus?"
And she say yes
With her kisses
And now he's ticklin' her fancy
Rubbin' her toes
Muzzle to muzzle, now anything goes
As they wriggle, and Sue starts to giggle
And the next thing I heard was that cooing and chirping sound…. Okay…so that is what I heard coming out of my fireplace - The Captain and Tennille . I think Susie and Sammy already did the raccoon love dance and I have their love children nesting in my fireplace.
Great…a momma and her babies in the fireplace. Raccoons can be fierce – seriously fierce. I looked up homeopathic ways to deal with varmints and I am leaning toward letting them grow up in a loving warm environment until they are 10 weeks old. At which time the momma and youngsters will leave the nest for bigger adventures. I think that is my solution of choice, given the sticker shock alternative of the “Critter Gitter.” Good Lord, $1,200 to $2,000 to get them out of there and do you think they really “relocate” them??? I think not. I can’t be responsible for Susie and Sammy’s love children’s demise. I just can’t do it.
So, welcome to the Poulson Wildlife Refuge. Tours are conducted daily 5 am- 12:01 am.
I was sitting on the couch late one night polishing some jewelry, and I heard this strange noise. It was kind of a scratching sound. I stopped, listened some more….and nothing. Hmmm, must be Scooter lying under the magazine rack scratching himself. And once the foul odor of dog gastro-intestinal distress reached my nose, I was fairly confident the scratching sound was Scooter. The week went on rather uneventful, occasional noises, frequent dog smells.
Jake arrived back home on Sunday evening. He was drawn downstairs to slay monsters and kill enemy soldiers ~ ahh the world of online gaming. As he was sitting down there with his AK57, he heard a noise coming from the fireplace insert. He sprinted up the stairs and said “Ummmm mom, I think there is something in the fireplace downstairs.” We went down together and banged on the top of the stove. The next thing I knew I was hearing this:
Muskrat Susie, Muskrat Sam
Do the jitterbug out in muskrat land
And they shimmy
And Sammy's so skinny
Nibbling on bacon, chewin' on cheese
Sammy says to Susie "Honey, would you please be my missus?"
And she say yes
With her kisses
And now he's ticklin' her fancy
Rubbin' her toes
Muzzle to muzzle, now anything goes
As they wriggle, and Sue starts to giggle
And the next thing I heard was that cooing and chirping sound…. Okay…so that is what I heard coming out of my fireplace - The Captain and Tennille . I think Susie and Sammy already did the raccoon love dance and I have their love children nesting in my fireplace.
Great…a momma and her babies in the fireplace. Raccoons can be fierce – seriously fierce. I looked up homeopathic ways to deal with varmints and I am leaning toward letting them grow up in a loving warm environment until they are 10 weeks old. At which time the momma and youngsters will leave the nest for bigger adventures. I think that is my solution of choice, given the sticker shock alternative of the “Critter Gitter.” Good Lord, $1,200 to $2,000 to get them out of there and do you think they really “relocate” them??? I think not. I can’t be responsible for Susie and Sammy’s love children’s demise. I just can’t do it.
So, welcome to the Poulson Wildlife Refuge. Tours are conducted daily 5 am- 12:01 am.

Monday, March 1, 2010
Year One
Every time I look at Kayla I think she is an old soul, kind of like she has been here for a while and is pretty skeptical about it all. Last night was her first birthday celebration. It was met with a little bit of apprehension. Witness the look in the eyes - - There she is all safe in mommy's lap...what is this birthday stuff?
Then what is up with all the presents? Wait, I think I am supposed to be opening these.... Thanks everyone for your support, but I think I can take it from here....
Prada maybe?
And what about that birthday cake thing? I don't know what all the fuss is about.... What?!?! Seriously, I get in my highchair every day, sometimes even twice a day....
Okay - here it comes.... Wow, the cake.... Can I be more underwhelmed? Alright, alright.... I will stick my finger in it .. there - are you happy?
Maybe just another couple of bites....
This is just pretty darn yummy... and much easier to eat when you use your entire fist....
What?!? What are you looking at???
Okay, seriously....NO ONE told me that this ewwiee gooey yummy bit of madness was going to go right straight to my hips....
Love you little Miss Kayla!!!!
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Sunday, February 7, 2010
Birthdays and Parties
Do you ever feel sometimes like you just wish everyone would forget that it is your birthday? Like it is just another day? Well... I have. But I also know that I would feel yucky if the people who love me didn't celebrate it either...Geesh what a woman huh?
Mom and Daddy came down for the weekend and for my birthday we headed to J'Amy & Eric's. Maycie kept following me around with a birthday balloon that she was pretty insistent should be attached to my body at all times.
Happy Birthday Grandma!

Kayla was just pretty sober most of the night

With intermittent smiles, and pouts.


This was the scene in the kitchen. Kirk with the asparagus, Mom making sure everything was going as planned.

J'Amy and Grandma.... pretty ladies!

Ashley and Drayton

Maycie helping Grandma open presents...

Maycie helping Grandma read cards...

Maycie helping Grandma eat her birthday cake....

It was a perfect birthday - a happy day... although the candles on the cake were arranged in a "4" and "0".... ya right that is it... my 7th anniversary of my 40th birthday :)
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Mom and Daddy came down for the weekend and for my birthday we headed to J'Amy & Eric's. Maycie kept following me around with a birthday balloon that she was pretty insistent should be attached to my body at all times.
Happy Birthday Grandma!

Kayla was just pretty sober most of the night

With intermittent smiles, and pouts.


This was the scene in the kitchen. Kirk with the asparagus, Mom making sure everything was going as planned.

J'Amy and Grandma.... pretty ladies!

Ashley and Drayton

Maycie helping Grandma open presents...

Maycie helping Grandma read cards...

Maycie helping Grandma eat her birthday cake....

It was a perfect birthday - a happy day... although the candles on the cake were arranged in a "4" and "0".... ya right that is it... my 7th anniversary of my 40th birthday :)
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Monday, January 4, 2010
The Blurrrrrr of Time
So, as I continue to think about where the heck time has gone....here is some of the pictorial evidence which proves my theory that my grip on time is slipping.
This is J'Amy getting ready to leave for a high school dance.
This is J'Amy with her family this Christmas...yes...two babies later....
I remember rocking J'Amy just like this...now it is me rocking my granddaughter Kayla... see the evidence of time slipping away?
I remember Ashley like this...an awkward teenager in braces....
Yes, my grip on time is slipping right between my fingers.. Oh wait, those are J'Amy's fingers with the bling her darling hubby gave her for Christmas
It's all just a blurrrr....
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