I have not had a chance to look into making my blog a dot.org but in the meantime. I had a productive spring weekend. What happened?
I painted a bookcase yellow
A chocolate cake was baked
We found the sweet blue eggs that are waiting to hatch
I planted the wild flowers for Aunt Louise
The yard was mowed
Good food was eaten
A little Laundry was done
Motorcycle man got a ride or two in
The jeep was smogged and tags paid
We lived another day
And this week I hope to share with you, or anyone who cares to see… how the bookcase is coming along. Totally free, completely useful and motorcycle man said “you made it look pretty” and that made me happy.
Here is my Sunday video. A little slow and melancholy because it was dedicated to my great Aunt who left us in the fall and today we planted her wild flowers in hopes that they will bloom. The secret word for my video…..is….. love
“By supporting our unique community you have participated in something amazing! You connected with a person & TRUSTED them to bring you something to enrich your life!” this was the message
When I got home from work today and after picking up Moon Rebel, there were two packages sitting in my kitchen. One , the oils I ordered for my mom and two, an unknown big brown box, mighty big box for what I found inside. It came from a place in Newport Beach, “hey, that’s not too far from me!” The company, “Simply Straws” Inside the box and wrapped carefully in lots of brown paper was a glass mug, a jar mug, with a lid and hole for a straw and a glass straw. I have never drank out a glass straw before! I had made juice this morning for breakfast for me and first-born and I thought…why not make a second batch so I can drink out of this amazing mug. And so I did.
I rinsed my produce first.
then I poured it into my new really cool mug (it fit perfect). thank you simply straws and thank you mystery friend! I may have an inkling who they may be…just maybe?? Did I mention I love to drink my juice from straws and now I can stop using the plastic straws I buy and my sweet friend Miss Moonspinner recently gave me a straw cleaner. This will be just perfect.
I’m going to be painting my book-case today so I will be busy but I just wanted to share the good news. That the community in which I belong to is very kind, very big-hearted and I’m very thankful for them. I think my juice tastes better this way in this cool mug with the glass straw. Yep, I’m sure of it.
Lastly I have been researching how to move my blog to a .org so I can have more control. I wanted to give plug-ins a try today and realized because I use a .com with wordpress, I can’t use plug-ins. And in case you are wondering what plug-ins are, welp, I don’t really know exactly. It all started because I wanted to add that little pin on my pictures that you click on it and pin photo’s to pinterest. I need a plug-in for that. So today I will also be researching what that really means and how to possibly move my blog so I can make it more my own. I think it’s time.
Happy St. Patricks Day but more importantly….Happy birthday to my younger and handsome brother Brandon and my Amazing father-n-law who also both were born on this celebratory day! Turns out I have had this shirt since 2011 and wear it every St. Patrick’s Day, also turns out I wore the same exact earrings today, not planned but shows what a creature of habit I am though;)
I was so greatly touched yesterday by the encouraging comments left on my blog post. It seems I reach some of you readers out there but I wonder if you know how deeply you touch me. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate a comment left. I don’t want to say it’s because I’m insecure and I require cheering but I have found that the way I work best is with positive reinforcement and simply a pat on the back and “job well done” is all I need to keep trucking. I have always been this way. A few encouraging words go a very long way with me so I have also become somewhat of an encourager myself. Maybe too much at times….or so my kids think.
Favorite thing I heard today was from Dylan aka Moon Rebel “I want to learn to do a back flip, and I know I can do it because I’m athletic and capable, I just need to commit” I like it. He also found a butterfly with a broken wing. Picked it up then placed it in our garden.
and the very last thing shared today here in this space is the inspiration and free bookcase that was delivered to my driveway by Uncle Don and scouted by Aunt Lynn and if it hadn’t been for my father-n-law knowing I was on the search for a bookcase then it would not have fallen into place so perfectly. Let’s just say it will include yellow paint…such a very happy color and peacock-blue. More to come on that later. I hope you will come back to see.
Color makes me happy!
I have been doing a lot of reading and researching. I think its part of mid-life. Questioning, where I am, how I got here and what’s in the future for me, for our family. I have been reading Dr. Phil’s book, “Self Matters” I’m in the chapter where he has one thinking about the defining events in your life. We can’t possibly remember every single day but there have been some events in our lives that stand out. I thought of a handful of personal and violating things that have happened in my life. I’m not going to share in this space but I will share the few things that came forward that are good. These events are times in my life where someone believed in me even when I didn’t believe in myself and turns out…they were right about me.
When I was in the first grade I was very shy, a lot like I’m still shy today. I had this teacher that really, really believed in me. She was going to have her class put on a play for their parents and she had to pick a part for all her kids. She chose me, the shyest girl in the class to play the starring roll. I had lines to memorize that my mom helped me with and when the big day came, I shined. I don’t think anyone would ever know I was the most shy, most quiet girl in the class. I don’t even remember being nervous that day. I know I was very young…but I remember. My teacher had full confidence in me.
When I was in high school I took art class. I had the same teacher for art as I had for yearbook staff. I thought it strange but when I was in her art class she would tell me I could do whatever I wanted and I didn’t have to do the class assignments. She said she believed in what I had in my head and what I could do with it. I just thought it was because she liked me. I didn’t pursue my talent in art. I stopped drawing and painting by the time I was 19. But she saw something in me. I will never forget that.
When I was a young married women I went back to college for a time and took a writing class. I love to write. I remember a few weeks in we had a writing assignment. I wrote about Vietnam and I used my father-n-law as my inspiration. My paper was picked and read aloud to the class. She asked the class who they thought wrote the piece. Nobody guessed it was the shy girl with red hair that sat in the back. They all seemed pleasantly surprised and I was noticed that night and received a handful of really nice compliments.
Looking back on some of my inspiring memories, I realize all 3 were TEACHERS who had faith in me. Do we give our teachers the credit they deserve? They shape our lives. Not all teachers are good but some are really great. I’m thankful for these teachers who had faith in me. Now to bottle their faith and make it my own. This is my challenge.
I’m inspired in many different ways and I think my top inspiration is through nature but a very close second are people. People inspire me. I’m very shy. I’m an introvert but that being said. I love people and I especially love group projects. Currently I’m in a year-long video time capsule making course. I like to brag about my teacher Xanthe because she is really great and yes, inspiring but on top of that, my creative classmates are co-inspirers. I love to watch the video’s my class mates make and most recently I watched one made by Julia and she shared a day with her friend via video time capsule and her friend was beach combing and found bits of trash and interesting things and made art out of it. Then via her video and in the comments another classmate who equally inspires me had an entire Pinterest page dedicated to her street combing finds. Tara does quite a bit of street combing and has the most interesting and beautiful displays of what she finds. Goodness, I can for sure admit that I too am a street comber and for sure a sea comber. I find peace and comfort in collecting sea shells, sea glass and bits of goodness I find here or there. I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty, that’s what soap and water are for!
Aside from finding street treasures and making art out of it, I also have a past of wrapping gifts inexpensively but this (big confession) is mostly due to the cheap skate in me. Yeah, I really have a hard time buying pretty ribbons and papers for wrapping, although I admire them very much. Very, very much. My mama in fact is the best wrapper of gifts I have ever been exposed to. She wraps up gifts so beautiful they are hard to open because you know, I don’t want to ruin her master piece.
My new creative friends have inspired me to start street combing and bring in more than my feathers, so watch out. Below is what I collected in about five minutes just by walking across the street from my house this afternoon. I’m thrilled that even that crumpled piece of yellow paper resembles a heart without any of my manipulation.
I made Abbie’s video for her birthday yesterday with all our Sunday footage. So this Sunday video is all about our new teenager:) The secret word is love all lower case
It did happen over night you know. She went from the tiniest little girl and next thing I knew….she was a teenager. My youngest, my littlest and only girl is officially 13 as of 8:15 p.m. last night. This Sunday’s film will be about her birthday. We celebrated by going to breakfast as a family, then she had another party to attend, another March 8th baby.
I wanted to make her 13th day special so while she was at the other party I filled up balloons for her room and each of us in the family wrote her 5 notes and stuck them inside the balloons. she got her ballet shoes so she can dance like she loves and we finished our night with sushi. It was a good day. A really good day. I think what meant a whole lot to Abbie was, that her oldest brother made sure to be a part of breakfast and dinner.
The strange part about being thirteen is, she woke up like an instant teenager. She was grumpy and silent all the way to school. I suppose the time change might have something to do with it too. I know I don’t want to go to bed at night and I sure don’t want to get up in the morning. It gets me for the first week or so. Looking forward to the longer feeling days though.
She is a darling young woman, she has the sweet gene. She has a tender heart, she is meek, she is mild, she is fun, she is silly, she is quiet, she is humble, she has joy in her heart and she loves Jesus with her entire being. In so many ways she is a reflection of myself. I watch her and it’s like I’m watching myself grow up again. She and I have so many similarities it’s crazy. She has a blend of me and Rich. She looks an awful lot like her daddy but sometimes she looks like me too. Mostly…her handsome daddy though. She is a gift to us, a blessing and I’m ready. I’m ready for this next phase. The little phase was tremendous but we must solider on…move forward and face the future.