get your green on

lucky ass

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!

do you believe in yourself?

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.

SHINEWhen 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.dont give up

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.

portraitLooking 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.

find your inspiration


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.


littlest and only teenaged girl

Abbie arrives

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.

2006 Abbie

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.

daddy and abbie

abbie dance

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.

taking stock – february


MADE: made a video time capsule every single Sunday in February.

COOKED: I cooked a few new recipes in February – mostly from Pioneer Woman. YUM!

DRANK: lots and lots of water, in hopes my skin would clear a little. It did not.

READ: a book about the lost art of hand written letters (a gift from Mama Bear)

WANTED: a record player

PLAYED: my own share a heart a day game from February 1st to the 14th.

DECIDED: I wanted wood to expand some shelves.

WISHED: for more rain

ENJOYED: sweet breads that my mom bought us from 85 degrees.

WONDERED: if I should paint my dining room bold and peacock…or peaceful and white?

PONDERED: my authentic self

STARTED: to read self matters by Dr. Phil. Growing is hard work.

WATCHED: new season of Survivor and Amazing Race.

HOPED: for more rain

NEEDED: new underwear

SMELLED: the wet asphalt when it did rain

WORE: leggings. I finally got leggings! For under my skirts!!

NOTICED: the beautiful movement of the sun and realized as someone pointed out…I love the sun

KNEW: I knew I would fall completely in love with making videos

THOUGHT: about how when we celebrate 25 years of marriage in two years how we can go on a trip

ADMIRED: my sister for living without her husband and reconfiguring her life until he can come live here for good. International marriages can be rough.

SORTED: through Abbie’s room and donated some Barbies and dolls that she was ready to release

BOUGHT: the wood for those new shelves

FINALLY: emptied out an old cabinet that had just stuff that I didn’t really need anymore

DISLIKED: all the random hair my little animals leave for me to vacuum and sweep up

FELT: loved by some sweet mail and gifts that arrived via mail in February

FOLLOWING: View Finders and I’m head over heels in love with this blog

SNACKED: on an apple nearly every day dipped in maple syrup almond butter

WISHED: My legs would stop itching

LISTENED: to my gut instincts because if one feels it in their gut then it’s probably true, right Deb?

DISCOVERED: my imovie had a newer version with an upgrade I had ignored!!!

SCRIPTURE FOR FEB: Ephesians 3:16-19  16 I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, 17 so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, 18 may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, 19 and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.

and speaking of making movies:  My time capsule for the entire month of February can be watched here and the secret word is:    love

And it is here when I finally realized how much the sun means to this California girl.

meal/care package for new parents

IMG_2549Some friends of mine just had their first baby last week.  It’s been a little while since new babies have been happening around here so baby Caleb arrived and I couldn’t be more excited.  You see my oldest will be 20 next month and my little baby girl will be 13 on Sunday!!  It’s been a while since I held a baby or even remember exactly what it was like to have a new-born bundle around.  I do remember though that it’s the most awesome blessing, they are amazing little miracles and when I received a few home cooked meals delivered to my door I was ever so happy.  I would much rather be hanging out with my new little baby then cooking dinner.  I wanted to return the favor.  I looked up on Pinterest and the internet about new parent care packages and honestly I didn’t find a whole lot.  I was disappointed actually and well, part of it could be my skills researching on not exactly the best.  There may be lots of blogs and ideas out there but I didn’t find them.

I didn’t want to just drop of a meal.  I wanted to make it special but at the same time I didn’t want to break the bank.  We are all on a budget after all.  I thought about it a little bit and decided a homemade soup would be good, it was a gray and rainy day.  A healthy soup with broth, beans and veggies and a little chicken sausage.  Then I figure a good loaf of bread always goes well with soup.  That would be the quick and easy meal.  I wanted to put it in something cute besides a plastic Tupperware so I used a glass container for the soup that I didn’t care if I got back.



Dessert is always a good idea but I didn’t want them to feel like they had to eat it right away.  They may have been getting other sweet treats so I made cookie dough and froze individual servings.  Then put them in a jar of course. This way they could pop them in the oven when they felt like a batch of warm cookies.


I made sure to include the recipe I made up for the soup and all the ingredients just in case the new mama had eating restrictions.  This time of year I have a thing for daffodils so I put a little bundle in her basket so she could enjoy watching them open up in the days to come.  A tiny notebook for notes on feeding times and stuff like that and a good magazine all about babies.  I ran to Goodwill to pick up a basket for 2.99, and honestly if I spent more time thinking this out I would have maybe painted the basket and made it cuter, I also would have maybe used something more special than newspaper to fill up the void in the baskets bottom but my idea and shopping was limited to Sunday afternoon.  I thought I would share here what I did.  It worked out well because my family ate the same soup and also got cookies out of the deal.  It was a win win.  Plus when I delivered the basket I got to hold a sweet new precious baby boy!