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4/21/2012

Every day on this side of the grass is a great day!  Amazing thinking back on stages of life and what is important.  I guess it does take some maturity to realize what is most important in life.  Looking back I would not want to be young again.  I  have tried to always think things out but that doesn't always work either. Maybe I think too much for my own good and analyze every aspect.  Looking back at photos last week at my mum's house made me realize what do we really know about people we are suppose to be the closest to?  Strange thinking I guess.  I was always a happy child  and mostly through life I cherish every moment I am given with my family and friends.  I didn't realize we were so poor growing up at that time.  My parents did what they could to feed us and give us the necessities.  I never remember my dad being well but he didn't let that stop him from working every day.  He never missed a day of work.  I remember him waking me up for school at 5:45 every morning.  I would say after a few attempts I didn't feel well.  He would always say, "Get up and get ready.  You will feel better after you get there."  I would always grumble in my mind and think, "NOT really!"  The best part of the day was putting on the dress I had just made and fixing my hair.  If I could have had an all day art class I would have loved school.  I did like Home Economics class but we were not challenged to make our own dress patterns or come up with our own recipes.  I was already making clothes from my own designs by that time so I was bored.  I quickly learned to take what I was given and be happy for it.  I have a wonderful family and have been so lucky to have them in my life.  There are a few who are very questionable and I try to avoid them after many lessons realizing I cannot heal their sad soul.  I cannot stand dramma and that is what some people live for.  I feel I must "fix" everyone who is broken and that is not possible.  Some people glory in dramma and being sad or wanting to be unhappy about everything! They are content to be unhappy and draw you into their web of constant hatred.   Some people are not happy by nature.  Their personality does not allow for happiness.  I  would rather stop and smell the roses and glory in the flowers in our life that God has given us.  He gives every day without ceasing!  We cannot change the past but should strive to be loving, kind, humble and more like Christ for the future.  I am thankful for my family and wonderful friends.  I am very thankful for my abilities and talents.  I could clear a room if I tried to sing but I have been blessed with other talents I cherish.  I whistle all the time and that fills my being with thoughts of my dear Uncle John and hearing his beautiful melodies float through the air.  I remember from a very early age hearing him whistle.  He always filled my life with great memories and I still can see him in the garden working and hear him whistle beautiful tunes.   My intent is to always make others happy.  Put a whistle in your heart and spread God's love above all else.

4/16/2012

Arletta

Arletta is finished and will be on eBay later today.  What a beautiful summer like day we are having today!  Beautiful weather in Ohio!  Last week we had some snow and it felt so cold after the 80 degrees we had in March.  Today is perfect!

4/02/2012

The Bunny Felicia

I finished Felicia today and she is on her way to her new home in New Mexico!

Looking back at winter!

Looking back at winter!
Beautiful February Snow

Good Morning!

Good Morning!

CoCoMo Joe and CoCoMo Dakota Joe

CoCoMo Joe and CoCoMo Dakota Joe

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Good Friday Morning From My Back Yard!

Good Friday Morning From My Back Yard!

Marcella and Kristina

Marcella and Kristina

Guilford Lake

Guilford Lake

Beautiful Full Moon

Beautiful Full Moon

My Flower Garden

FRIENDSHIP

"Friendship isn't about whom you have known the longest. It's about those who came and never left your side."

Marcella and Kristina

Marcella and Kristina

Kristina

Kristina

Marcella

Marcella