Friday, December 31, 2010

Use them!

As I am preparing for some prescious family and friends to come over for New Years celebrations I put a cream colored table cloth on my table, the table that will have..wait for it, the meatballs and beandip, all things that will stain the table cloth. I realized that this table cloth is probably 15 years old, and I've hardly used it, because I don't want to stain it. So Iv'e decided that's part of my New Years resolution, to use the beautiful things that I have. Many of them were my Mom's, who never used them because they might get stained or might get broken. Ladies, use the things that you love and that mean something to you. Nobody will know how special they are if they just sit on a shelf!

The only way for my new family to ever know who my parents were, is through me, my memories, my stores of them and through the items of theirs that are special to me. My Dad's guitar, my Mom's bells, ships and owls.

When my Mom died in 1988, a friend bought two silver crosses, and put one in my mom's casket and gave one to me. I have never worn it until this Christmas. Always worried that I would lose it. But really, has it givem me any comfort sitting in a box for 22 years? No, it hasn't. And when I die, I want someone, anyone to know my parents stories, and mine.

So really, use the China, use the tablecloths, wear the necklaces, play the guitar, let the memories of your loved ones live on.

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Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Printer give away over at pw

Hey, head over to www.thepioneerwoman.com in the cooking section and enter to win the HP Printer Giveaway. Very cool, open unitl Dec. 31 2010

Thursday, December 16, 2010

All about Ironman

Ironman is my step-son. I don't use the real names of either of my stids (step kids s too long to type)because in case a mouth breathing crazy ass inbred killer is reading this blog..I don't want their names known.

I call him Ironman for a few reasons. First, I liked the movie, more than I thought I would. Also, like the character Ironman, my Ironman is strong and tough but kind and helpful. He's got a huge heart, my Ironman.

He's built strong like his dad, and is naturally protective and endlessly patient with his older sister, who although much smaller, picks on him, and he takes it. He takes it not because he's a coward. He's the farthest thing from it, he puts up with it, because she's fun and silly and they have learned how to get along with each other and not hurt one another.

My two stids, Ironman and Pinkie have the relationship between the two of them that I wish I would have had with my older brother.

Suffice it to say that I love my Ironman. Last week at church he was not a happy camper. And I didn't know how to help him. I would have listened to him, and I'm on his side no matter what. But how do I get him to talk ?

I will pray on that. Because if he's hurting I want to know why, and I want to fix it, and if I can't fix it I want him to know that I care.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

What I like about Christmas

Christ is the reason for the season. It's all about the celebrating the birth of my savior. It's not about presents.

The only other part of Christmas that is special to me, is about how certain decorations inspire memories in my heart.

I have many ornaments from my own childhood. I remember putting them on the tree with my Mom, how carefully she picked them out, and how carefully she decorated. She took forever to put the lights on the tree, it used to drive my brother and I mad, waiting for her to be done.

My Mom toll painted. She started after she was ill. So it was very hard for her to keep up with the class, and frankly her classmates weren't very nice about it. I do not know why, but the other women seemed to look down upon her, or maybe they just feared illness. Whatever the reason, it was their loss, not knowing her.



This tree was painted by her, it's not finished. It's one of the most special Christmas items I have, second only to the Angel tree topper we picked out together. I'll save that for a later post.



She painted this heart, actually it was a whole set of hearts that was supposed to hang on a larger board that you could change for each season. I've given some away over the years, to people that helped me, other ladies who at different times were like a mom to me when I needed it. I hope they still remember those, maybe they do, maybe they don't but I do.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

It' a Man Bag..


Or a man with a bag..never the less, it was over $350, but I did get a good pick of Riddick. He is such a good sport. It's definately fun being married to someone who is very masculine and strong, but secure enough to make fun of himself.

I love you Riddick!

Monday, December 6, 2010

Park City Images





These are a few of the pics from Riddick's and my anniversary trip to Prissy's house in Salt Lake. We three spent a day in Park City, looking and eating.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Note to cashiers

Just a few thoughts in list form that I would like all cashiers to know before I arrive in their line:

1. I use coupons

2. Many times, courtesy of Dave Ramsey, I am paying in cash, that I remove from an envelope.

3. I know that you are busy, I also know you don't make a whole lot of money and may not like your job all the time

4. I'm sorry you feel that way, I am not a rude shopper, just on a budget

5. I am not trying to cheat the store by using coupons.

6. I do watch the process and look at my receipt and do know how much I should be saving, and the the approximate total of my cart.

7. So I will ask questions or correct you if a coupon doesn't get applied.

8. Don't get offended by any of the above, I can't help it, I'm on a BUDGET!

9. Budgets aren't always fun, for me or you

10. I really mean it when I I say "thank you" and "have a good day"

Friday, December 3, 2010

Did you ever wonder how you actually hear God?

I do , I wonder that when I pray. I don't know if I need more practice or something, which sounds odd since I've been praying my whole life. And not the selfish prayers of "give me what I want" type, but heartfelt prayers asking for guidance in walking my saviors way.

But how do I know if I am hearing God, if I ask for a response, how do you know if it's really the will of God that you imagine or just what you want to hear?

Too many times throughout life people make decisions because they believe it's the will of God, but often have convinced themselves of it. I know that I convinced myself for years that my husband wasn't cheating when he was, and that he loved me, even when he was cruel. So what's the difference.

I asked Riddick this the other night, how to know. He offered this advice..that you can't ask God a question that you already know the answer to. Hmm..that just makes me think even more.

More prayer needed I believe.