Westwoods

For family fun night, Laife & Benj and a couple girls from their class built this killer whale.  It really was very good but my pathetic camera and the school gym are no match... April's 34th birthday... The loot.  Dishes, soap, chocolate etc... I found a roll of wallpaper at the thrift store for .99 cents.  It fit perfectly on this wall in the living room. You can kind of see the texture here but again, my pathetic camera doesn't do it justice.  I love it!  I walk into my living room and feel kinda classy for about a minute. Of course, with birthday parties you have to have chocolate and cake.  Sharon had a birthday too but I didn't get any pictures of that.  Sixteen of us ladies went to Jalepenos in Sandpoint and had a lovely evening making Sharon feel good and forty.  Speaking of chocolate, Sharon recieved a lot of it.  I wonder if her family knows.

Poor Jeremiah. He was called the Wailing Prophet as well [or was that another guy?] He has a whole book called Lamentations, a whole book on lamenting. He was heartbroken because he had a vision for his people that they themselves had given up on or no longer cared. Possibly, they never did care because of ignorance. Must be a little like parenting although, I admit I’ve probably never come half as close to feeling Mr. Jeremiah’s pain. Still, there are situations in life that leave you feeling overwhelmed and you are tempted to give up; like teaching the same thing repeatedly and still being ignored. Or praying for someone that won’t see Jesus as The Way, The Truth and The Light. This is what Jeremiah said one day: I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me. Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never ...

Before... After...   Before... After... And after some more...  I'm not sure I like the new better.  Wallpaper border is past it's popularity with me.  For now it stays and hopefully things will improve with great thrift store finds.

                                                                                             What does spring-cleaning and Easter have in common? Probably nothing but I was trying to sew Easter dresses and spilled coffee all over the floor, wall, sewing machine, and my project. I decided that instead of sewing maybe I could attempt writing. My connection with the two is probably mind boggling to normal people so it’s seems worthless to go into at all but since it won’t leave me alone I’ll try to explain. I like the ide...

I finally found them.  I know that I got A's and B's in school but haven't been able to prove it to my husband or children for lack of evidence.  I know I was baptized, have been immunized, and took a floral design course by mail.  I know that I got my GED after going halfway through high school with no teacher in the CLE curriculum.  I know these things but haven't seen the papers to prove it, until the other day I opened my cedar chest and went through the disorganized mess. I even found my marriage certificate.  That was something I would think about and wonder if I was actually married because I barely remember signing anything. I found old journals of my young life and of dating.  I found photo albums of dating and a wedding planner.  I revisited all the old spots of my life and thought about the past.  Why are these papers important?  If I never found them to prove to my family that I am who I think I am. Would it ...

Shaunti & Snoopy have their morning talk... In which she says,"Snoopy Dog, I love you so much."  And then she grabs him and kisses him smack on his furry mouth and I feel faint wondering about the germs. A rare moment this winter... Everyone fits but me... I'm the maid... you can't see me cuz I'm out in  the kitchen cleaning up the dishes from the delicious supper I made.  See how happy and contented they all appear?  It's cuz I'm in there slaving away washing up the crummy plates for the fifteenth time this week.  I'm also smiling and singing to myself cuz I'm happy and contented to be cleaning up those crummy plates. I really am.  What if they didn't have me to keep them all thriving??? And sometimes I just blabber to toot my own horn cuz see, they forgot.   They're still hanging out on the couch wondering what's for dessert.

My mom is going in for her second hip surgery next week.  Something about having my own solid mom needing to go through surgeries make me sentimental toward her and a little mixed up about myself all at the same time.  I find myself repeating her and hearing her expressions in everything I do. This morning on the way to school, one of the kids suggested I go ahead and pull out on to the highway.  They figured I had plenty of time to beat the semi that was barrelling down the road.  I said without thinking, "No way, that would be the end of Solomon Grundy" Who was Solomon Grundy? I don't know. Mom used to say that under the same kind of circumstance. She would have us throw the laundry down the stairs "seventy times seven".  Often a number attached to cats and the like was "forty a leven".  When something inconvenient happened it was; "drat your hide" or "I'll give you back to the Indians only the Indians wouldn't want you,...