October 31, 2011

introducing *dandelion farm girl*...

a while ago i told ya'll i was working on a new project...
that new project is finally ready to go.
i'm so excited.  and nervous.  and excited.
i've been working with an amazing little blog designer
and she has held my hand the whole way.
and now, we are live.
will you go check it out? 
and let me know what you think?
please feel free to grab a button while your there.
*wink and a smile*
and like us on facebook...
that would be great!

sooo here you go.
click on that name and it will take you right over.

October 29, 2011

i am so excited!!!

so i just got my first paycheck that was more than 20 hrs.
i've been wanting something for a long time but wouldn't
let myself buy one...
then i made good money off of my booth at *SPARK*
(i will be showing pictures of that soon, soon, soon)
and got a paycheck and sooo i totally spoiled myself a little.

how beautiful is that bad boy??
he looks sooo pretty on my porch table.

my dear friend jeannette texted me yesterday and told me
the lanterns were on sale at hobby lobby for 50% off.
i couldn't wait till the man left for work today so i could sneak off.
then i found this beauty and the glass was cracked so they gave me
and additional 10% off!!!!!!  YAY ME!!!
anyways, i had to share with someone who could appreciate it...
maya and peyton have no excitement about these things
and the man probably won't notice (i hope) for awhile.
*big smile*

happy saturday!!

October 21, 2011

i'm a *sparkin* it baby...

i'm nervous.

really nervous.
i am doing some completely different stuff for their market.
i am going to a place with lots of women...
have i ever mentioned that women scare me a little??
they do.
especially pretty women who wear blingy jeans
and guess what?  i'm thinkin there are going to be lots
of blingy jean wearing women at spark.
plus there are lots of very cool women there
who i admire...that makes me even more nervous.
so, wish me luck!
i know it's going to be fabulous and once i get
over not really knowing anyone i will be ok....
i hope.
*sideways smile with a little bit of eeek.*

hope you all have a fabulous weekend!
can't wait to show you pictures!!

update:  everyone is super friendly and only one pair of blingy jeans who was a sweetheart from nebraska....all that nervous for nothin!  what a great day...spending time with awesome women and learning fun new things!

October 13, 2011

free fall printables and a fun blog...

i just wanted to pass this cool *blog post* along to all of you.
this lady has an awesome blog and went to all this trouble and
here i am letting her do all the work!
*wink and a smile*
hope you are all fabulous!!

October 11, 2011

perfect mixture...

there is a kid on my bus who is a perfect mixture of these two...

he likes to sit up front.
he talks really loud.
i have heard some extremely interesting 
things come out of this kid's mouth.
i don't know whether to be frightened or intrigued
by the thoughts he has swirling around!
let's just hope he works for the good of the world.
*wink and a smile*

jr. high kids are some of  the most fun to watch
people there are....seriously.

hope you are having a great day!

October 1, 2011


i'm pretty sure you have all read this in some email or saw it on another blog
but i needed to read it today and thought maybe someone else did too so i wanted
to share it with you.

It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of
response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while
I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm
thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'

Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking,
or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the
corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The
invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing
more! Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this??

Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being.
I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to
answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order,
'Right around 5:30, please.'

Some days I'm a crystal ball; 'Where's my other sock?, Where's
my phone?, What's for dinner?'

I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and
the eyes that studied history, music and literature -but now,
they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen
again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!?

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the
return of a friend from England . She had just gotten back from
a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she
stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all
put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry
for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when she turned to me
with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you
this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe .
I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her
inscription:'With admiration for the greatness of what you are
building when no one sees.'

In the days ahead I would read - no, devoured - the book. And I
would discover what would become for me, four life-changing
truths, after which I could pattern my work: 1) No one can say
who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their
names. 2) These builders gave their whole lives for a work they
would never see finished. 3) They made great sacrifices and
expected no credit. 4) The passion of their building was fueled
by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.

A story of legend in the book told of a rich man who came to
visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a
workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was
puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time
carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof,
No one will ever see it And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It
was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you. I see
the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.

No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no
cupcake you've baked, no Cub Scout meeting, no last minute
errand is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are
building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it
will become.

I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great
builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they
will never see finished, to work on something that their name
will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals
could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few
people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the
friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom
gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then
she hand bastes a turkey for 3 hours and presses all the linens
for the table.' That would mean I'd built a monument to myself.
I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is
anything more to say to his friend, he'd say, 'You're going to love
it there...'

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen
if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that
the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at
the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of
invisible mothers.

here's to being an invisible woman!
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