Thursday, April 25, 2013

Life IS good!

It is a good day.

It is sunny out.

Things are looking up in general.

Life IS good!

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

A Thank You Card

My next door neighbor was so kind to get rid of my mondo monster old tv and a broken basketball standard for me this last saturday. So I made a card for him.

Monday, April 8, 2013

A sweet note

So I was missing my Mom an extra amount last week. Just wanted to hear her voice.

Saturday when I was cleaning out a kitchen drawer, I found a birthday card from her. She had written," Happy birthday! I love you so much!!!"

I have no idea why I would have a birthday card in that drawer. But I am certainly glad I found it.

Thanks for reminding me, Momma. Love you so much!!! too.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

A little girl and her dog

Just a quick little sketch. That is one little chunky puppy!

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Would I balance on a fence?

I guess if I was a pheasant...I would just sit for hours balanced on top of a fence.


Yes, I saw Phyliss the pheasant just sitting on the fence yesterday. Once in a while I would check on her and sometimes she teetered a little but she was determined to sit on that fence. That yard you can see with the deck has a big black dog in it. I think the dog was away because he is kind of loud and can jump up and if he had been there, I am sure he would have teetered Phyliss onto the ground. At least she was aimed for "teetering" into my yard or the white shed yard. Phew.

Watch out, Phyliss! Don't teeter into the black dog yard!

(You would think that wouldn't be comfortable for Phyliss to balance on that fence. Oh well- I don't know how pheasants think.)

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Sunny, Pretty Spring Day! L O V E it!

Yes, my lawn is all brownish looking but it is S P R I N G on a Saturday! What else could you ask for?
It is just a nice pretty day with a pale blue Spring sky. The sun is shining. My favorite season.

I hear a tree being cut down. Birds are chirping. Phyliss the Pheasant continues to reside in my backyard...10 days now. Flowers planted by the previous owners are stretching up and blossoming.

Happy Spring to all!!!

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Is Someone Out There?

Not happy when I feel stress and there is nothing I can do about it other than have an upset stomach over it. Because no one will listen...who needs to...to remedy the situation.

And my problem is when I have no control over something, and not that i necessarily should have control, I get a very upset stomach. Ginger tea helps for sure. Camomille tea too. But I guess I just have to hope and pray that someone out there can hear us.

It reminds me of the teeny Who people in Horton Hears a Who. And I am talking the even teenier people than the ones on the clover that Horton so bravely defended. The ones in the dust speck. They try to call out to have someone listen to them.

Situations in life that you have to deal with...you gotta love it...well, maybe wrong choice of words with the "love" part. But somehow you get through it and hope that someone will notice and make the needed changes.

; )

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Phyliss the Pheasant

So I have a little friend hanging out in my backyard. She has been here at least since Wednesday. 5 days so far. Maybe my yard is a big nest to her. Not sure. I just looked out the window. She is still here. 

So I named her. Phyliss the Pheasant. It makes me wonder if she is an expectant Mother. I guess I will find out if she continues to hang out in my yard.

Kind of fun to look out and see her there.

I assume she will leave when she feels the need.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

He likes Vanilla Frosting

Okay, that statement really made me laugh...or worried!

Two co-workers were talking. One has a new born- well, a little older but under a year old. The other is expecting.

The one with the baby said that her son loves vanilla frosting. The pregnant co-worker said,"Oh, that's good."

Kind of threw me off.  Oh well, to each their own I guess.

And I guess those of you out there who eat sugar all the time, it is no biggie. But I was surprised about the excitement of a baby eating frosting. A milestone I suppose? Of some sort? Not a good sort in my book. But that is me.