Resolutions are so 80’s. How about we make PREDICTIONS instead? I predict that I will improve my birthday recognition of others through snail mail throughout 2007. At the end of the year we’ll tally up the scores and the one with the most Whose Line Is It Anyway points will win a prize. So, what’s your prediction for yourself? And… which picture do you like better; #1 or #2?
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So I’m here in Seattle with my family and in-laws. There are 4 of us girls (including my MIL) and we always do some kind of craft when together on vacation. Well, tonight my MIL and I were at JoAnn’s Fabric getting Christmas pillowcase fabric and we went crazy coming up with fabrics to make 1/2 cooking/kitchen aprons. Problem is… we don’t have a pattern, demo or prototype to work off. We bought 1/4 yd of 5 fabrics (one fabric we bought 1/3 to have extra for the tie) and then muslin for the backside. I’m figuring we’ll finish the 5 edges then gather them into pleats/ruffles/gathers and start at the bottom of the muslin and stitch them at the top of each working up like shingles on a roof. Make sense? Anywho… I’m hoping one of you have a pattern to share that we can use in the next several days (we won’t be starting until after Christmas). In a pinch I’ll just make one up.
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The best thing about this book is that my friend Linda told me NOT to read the back cover OR the Preface so I didn’t have preconceived notions about the storyline. I think if I had known more before starting it wouldn’t be as electrifying. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed (if you like fictional love stories). I read this in 2 days but I bet it could’ve been done in 1 if I was undisturbed (but I have kids and such). There’s just under 500 pages and my heart quickened, might’ve skipped a few beats and my chest did swell and my mouth watered a little throughout the book (there is NO sex and I’ve heard late teens can’t put it down either). I’m itching to get the follow-up book, New Moon.
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Went to our dog salon for some headshots of the groomers with their pets (mostly dogs but one cat and one bunny). This one with her Dobie was my favorite – he’s so handsome and an obedient gentleman too! P.S. I used to ride my Uncle’s Doberman, Tarkus, like a horse when I was but a wee child.
Q: If you had a portrait of you and your furry friend, what would you do with it? If you don’t have a furry friend, what would you want to have in your portrait with you?
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Warning: Nudity to follow (little cutie booties)…
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I rilli like this post about an event 30 years ago today. Please leave a comment to encourage more posting by this blogger (she’s my mom).
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So no more pictures of the countdown. Why, you ask? Well, because after I completed #6 I made the dire mistake of leaving my craft area accessible to a 3yr old. Glitter, confetti, embossing powder and eyelets later… my fervor for the project (started WELL before Thanksgiving so I could get them done BEFORE 01 Dec 06) suddenly plumetted, never to return. So sorry for the disappointment, if there is any.
Target Today
On my way out of the Target parking lot I noticed a mom & little girl watching a pouting little boy. Couldn’t tell what was going on until they approached him and asked something. He got really hysterical and I realized he didn’t belong to them and must’ve been lost. Then a nice man approached cautiously, as not to scare the little fella (he’s probably 5), and tried to get him to explain what was going on. I rolled down my window to listen and see if I could help (there was also a guy in his truck stopped in front of me monitoring the situation; 4 extra adults altogether). As I was observing all the thoughts flew through my head…
1. Was he left on purpose like we’ve heard about other kids?
2. Did he get away from a kidnapper?
3. What is his mother/parent thinking right now; do they know he’s missing?
4. Is his mom playing a cruel joke on him because he’s been naughty and she wants to teach him a lesson?
5. What if that was my child – how anxious would I feel not being with them.
6. How scared he was to be alone with strangers trying to help.
7. Did something happen to his mom/parent and they can’t come get him because they’re unconscious?
Then I noticed the mom & grandma with his sibling getting out of their car just 2 stalls away from where he was standing (he was at least on an island by the entrance crosswalk). The moms head whipped around frantically all of a sudden noticing he wasn’t nearby. She called his name and started making her way around trying to see him (there was a truck blocking the line of sight). I felt in my chest her angst and panic; she wasn’t one of those irresponsible moms that doesn’t pay attention – this was obviously a rare occassion. The nice man stood up and motioned to her where he was. She bee-lined to him and squeezed the beegeebee’s outta the guy, holding onto him for a very long moment assuring him, comforting him and giving him time to settle down. She did NOT berate him or yell at him about staying near or getting too far away. She just held him tight. Really tight. Didn’t notice the 4 of us that were waiting around for him to be found – no acknowledgement or thanks. That’s how it should be. Her concern was for her son who was scared sick and not the strangers that were looking on.
A tear whelded up in my eyes thinking about my own kids and that situation. I imagine that my reaction would’ve been to tell them they should’ve listened and stayed by mom, not wandered away and that never to do that again. I would’ve been embarrassed to have made a scene and thanked/apologized to the strangers without considering my kids feelings.
Not now. I won’t react that way again. Thanks to that selfless woman I have been taught a valuable lesson of patience, peace and comfort. If not for her would I have learned that eventually? Maybe. But am I glad that I know it sooner than later? Definitely. I am not perfect nor profess to be. We all have our weaknesses and characteristics that need work. To be the best mom to my kids is my priority but kids didn’t come with an instruction booklet and warranty/service card to send them back if things don’t work out. Every kid is different. Every person is different. We cannot treat each other the same as the next guy. Everyone has strengths, weaknesses and talents. Especially me.
During this holiday season of reflecting on our Savior, Jesus Christ, I pray that we all will turn to Him in time of need to better ourselves and increase our relationship with Him and our Father in Heaven. May your testimony of Christ be strengthened as you feel His love in the many ways it comes.
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