Thursday, April 28, 2011
The Painter is Coming
I'm finally taking the leap, the walls in my dining room will be a completely different color this time next week! The color name is Prairie Willow. The conference I had with my gifted family pushed me over the edge. This indecisive, slow moving, planning, planning and replanning gal is just going to go for it! I'm excited, scared and hoping I don't hate it when it's done.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
The View
This is a view of the vineyard where my daughter and her future husband will be exchanging their vows.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Decorating
Is a word that strikes fear in the heart of this mere mortal! Marty & I have lived in our "new" house since April 30, 2002,which could probably qualifiy it as an old house now. We've moved furniture in, out and around; added, changed and planned landscaping; built, redesigned and removed storage areas but I have not been able to figure out how to "decorate".... I have no theme, no color palette, basically bare walls and no idea what to do!!
Today I invited 3 brilliant, talented, creative, crafty, resourceful and gifted people to my house for lunch and a decorating consultation. Two of these three guests are my younger (Lord that pains me) sisters and the third is my youngest sisters' (I only have 2) daughter, who is just as brilliant, talented, creative and gifted as her mother!!
I am fully aware that envy can lead to personal problems but I admit, I want what all three of them have--- beautifully decorated, warm and inviting homes!!
Today I invited 3 brilliant, talented, creative, crafty, resourceful and gifted people to my house for lunch and a decorating consultation. Two of these three guests are my younger (Lord that pains me) sisters and the third is my youngest sisters' (I only have 2) daughter, who is just as brilliant, talented, creative and gifted as her mother!!
I am fully aware that envy can lead to personal problems but I admit, I want what all three of them have--- beautifully decorated, warm and inviting homes!!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Guest
We seem to be running into a snag with the guest list for the wedding. My daughter and her fiance want a small intimate wedding with only 75 guests of close family members and friends. The list is up to 82 but they are fine with that knowing not everyone will be coming.
This is their wedding and that is what they want, we are fine with that. The dilemma lies with the people not being invited. The groom will be having one to eight people from his side there for this special event. Depends on how many can get visas to come over. You may recall that his family lives in Europe. That is not the problem. Mainly, the problem lies with my family and a little on my husband's side. First thing my daughter asked me if it was OK if she doesn't invite her uncle (my brother) and his family to the wedding. They never call her or return her phone calls. She hasn't seen them in over seven years and they only live eight miles away. My other brother in Indiana will not be coming. We haven't talk to him in over 12 years and the last time we saw him was at my step-mother's funeral. I don't even want to tell you the scene he created with the family there. Now my youngest brother wants me to invite both of them to the wedding. He thinks it would start to mend fences and it could be a family reunion. I told him it was not a family reunion but his niece's wedding and if she doesn't want to invite them that is her choice. He keeps bringing up her sister's wedding and how big it was and everyone was invited. I also reminded him, this is a small wedding and only the people they are close to will be there. When I explained the situation to my older brother (who is invited along with his wife) he thought about it and his answer was, "I don't blame her."
On my husband's side, we explained the situation to his niece and that some of her sibling's children will not be invited to the wedding. She agreed to help convey this to her brother and sisters. I know one of them will be upset and will voice it. As I told both my husband's niece and my brother, if anyone starts to complain and gives them a hard time then give them my phone number and I will personally talk to them. So far the phone hasn't rung. Of course I have five more months to go.
This is their wedding and that is what they want, we are fine with that. The dilemma lies with the people not being invited. The groom will be having one to eight people from his side there for this special event. Depends on how many can get visas to come over. You may recall that his family lives in Europe. That is not the problem. Mainly, the problem lies with my family and a little on my husband's side. First thing my daughter asked me if it was OK if she doesn't invite her uncle (my brother) and his family to the wedding. They never call her or return her phone calls. She hasn't seen them in over seven years and they only live eight miles away. My other brother in Indiana will not be coming. We haven't talk to him in over 12 years and the last time we saw him was at my step-mother's funeral. I don't even want to tell you the scene he created with the family there. Now my youngest brother wants me to invite both of them to the wedding. He thinks it would start to mend fences and it could be a family reunion. I told him it was not a family reunion but his niece's wedding and if she doesn't want to invite them that is her choice. He keeps bringing up her sister's wedding and how big it was and everyone was invited. I also reminded him, this is a small wedding and only the people they are close to will be there. When I explained the situation to my older brother (who is invited along with his wife) he thought about it and his answer was, "I don't blame her."
On my husband's side, we explained the situation to his niece and that some of her sibling's children will not be invited to the wedding. She agreed to help convey this to her brother and sisters. I know one of them will be upset and will voice it. As I told both my husband's niece and my brother, if anyone starts to complain and gives them a hard time then give them my phone number and I will personally talk to them. So far the phone hasn't rung. Of course I have five more months to go.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
HUGS
Hugs are amazing things and they are so versatile.
Hey Jane, how nice to see you. Jane smiles, holds out her arms and walks into the arms of Dick as they warmly embrace each other. They chat for a short time, squeeze hands and then continue in separate directions to work, both smiling and feeling good as they start their day.
Hey Jane, nice to see you. Are you OK, you look a bit sad? Jane attempts to smile as she walks into Dick's outstretched arms and begins to cry on his shoulder. Dick holds her, pats her back, offers muffled words of encouragement and then squeezes her tight as he steps back from her. Dick smiles, offers a bit more encouragement; Jane sucks it up, thanks him and they share another quick hug. They separate, each one walking into their world for the day. One may be feeling better, the other wondering about what just happened, why and what else he can do, all because of a hug.
Jane stoops down, grabs up Spot, twirls him in the air, hugs him, maybe even gives him a quick peck on top of his head. She feels love & so does Spot!
Giving love, receiving love, offering care and concern along with many other emotions, all wrapped up in one hug. Hugs are meant to be shared.....don't waste time, go find someone to hug!
Hey Jane, how nice to see you. Jane smiles, holds out her arms and walks into the arms of Dick as they warmly embrace each other. They chat for a short time, squeeze hands and then continue in separate directions to work, both smiling and feeling good as they start their day.
Hey Jane, nice to see you. Are you OK, you look a bit sad? Jane attempts to smile as she walks into Dick's outstretched arms and begins to cry on his shoulder. Dick holds her, pats her back, offers muffled words of encouragement and then squeezes her tight as he steps back from her. Dick smiles, offers a bit more encouragement; Jane sucks it up, thanks him and they share another quick hug. They separate, each one walking into their world for the day. One may be feeling better, the other wondering about what just happened, why and what else he can do, all because of a hug.
Jane stoops down, grabs up Spot, twirls him in the air, hugs him, maybe even gives him a quick peck on top of his head. She feels love & so does Spot!
Giving love, receiving love, offering care and concern along with many other emotions, all wrapped up in one hug. Hugs are meant to be shared.....don't waste time, go find someone to hug!
Friday, February 18, 2011
Technology
Last night I purchased an Ipod for myself. I'm excited but a bit scared. All I really wanted was an electronic address book.....kind of expensive, I know but it was a Christmas gift from my mother in law. Thank you Ma! I'm glad you are not here to hear me rant about it as I try to figure out how to use it, but I'm more sad because you aren't here to see the joy your gift will bring me......eventually. We have another lawyer appointment and a banking appointment today so I won't start trying to figure it out until Sunday, unless I get some time with my brilliant and tech savy nephew. Wish me luck...I'm a bit challenged when it come to these kind of things.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Turkey
I'm home sick today, the sneezing, watery eyes, stuffy head, can't stay awake kind of sick! Just took some more Tylenol Cold, hoping for a little relief. May spend the day working from home even if I do get some relief. Easier and more productive in the long run to work in crumpled PJ's than shower, do hair, get dressed, drive to work and sleep at my desk!
Can't work but are we ever too sick to check email? Even with Kleenex stuffed up my nose, I can read email. Sometimes, I have to read the same sentence several times due to lack of clear focus but there is no pressure to "check it quick" and get back to work.
The sun is just starting to brighten the huge piles of snow in my back yard, making me smile at the good feeling the sight of sunshine brings. Blink once, twice, wipe runny eyes, sure enough, there are two turkey standing in my yard. They are unusual birds, gangly and awkward looking until they begin to walk. It's like a switch turns on, smooth, deliberate, almost delicate back & forth motion. They are constantly alert, surveying their surroundings for danger as they glide through the snow to the bird feeders. I watched them eat, picking up what their wasteful smaller cousins have thrown to the ground, until the Tylenol started to kick in. As I stood up, rather awkwardly myself, they spotted me in the window and began to run. Hoping to hasten the escape, they jumped into the air, flapping their wings hard, begging them to get their bulky awkward bodies airborne and amazingly, succeeding. They sailed through the woods out of sight to safety.
Can't work but are we ever too sick to check email? Even with Kleenex stuffed up my nose, I can read email. Sometimes, I have to read the same sentence several times due to lack of clear focus but there is no pressure to "check it quick" and get back to work.
The sun is just starting to brighten the huge piles of snow in my back yard, making me smile at the good feeling the sight of sunshine brings. Blink once, twice, wipe runny eyes, sure enough, there are two turkey standing in my yard. They are unusual birds, gangly and awkward looking until they begin to walk. It's like a switch turns on, smooth, deliberate, almost delicate back & forth motion. They are constantly alert, surveying their surroundings for danger as they glide through the snow to the bird feeders. I watched them eat, picking up what their wasteful smaller cousins have thrown to the ground, until the Tylenol started to kick in. As I stood up, rather awkwardly myself, they spotted me in the window and began to run. Hoping to hasten the escape, they jumped into the air, flapping their wings hard, begging them to get their bulky awkward bodies airborne and amazingly, succeeding. They sailed through the woods out of sight to safety.
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