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My dad graduated from high school in 1949. Shortly thereafter, he enlisted in the Army. After he completed basic training he was shipped to Korea at the onset of the Korean War. He spent many, many days on the front lines during the most active and brutal fighting of the war. The American soldiers and their allies were ill-equipped. It was wintertime and they didn't have proper winter clothing or supplies. He lived for days and days in a cold, snowy foxhole with his fellow comrades. During his service he received three Bronze Star Medals. The Bronze Star is an individual military award of the US Armed Forces that is awarded for acts of heroism, acts of merit, or meritorious service in a combat zone. My dad was eventually wounded by shrapnel and was declared a disabled veteran. Dad took his service to his country very seriously. He remained a true patriot all of his life. Over the years we heard tidbits about his time in Korea. He talked sadly about the children who were orphaned. While in Korea, Dad saw more than he could tell and he understood more than he saw. He took a lot of pictures while he was in Korea. He defended and protected his family as fiercely as he did his fellow servicemen while serving in Korea. I salute you Dad for your service and bravery.<br />
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<br />Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928883213833333822.post-34904700733515924872013-02-24T15:39:00.002-05:002013-02-24T17:10:25.484-05:00Wonderful Tribute to Dad<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pulley and Dean both graduated in the 1949 class of Fairmount High School. After Dean’s death in 1955, Pulley found himself sharing stories of Dean’s life with fans and media members.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“There was a time when there weren’t any volunteers and someone had to take it upon themselves to do everything it took to have a museum — to be there to open, to stock the gift shop and countless other duties,” Hickade said. “Bob was that person for a number of years. He was a great ambassador for Fairmount and James Dean. I enjoyed him. He was a delight to talk to and a wealth of information not just about James Dean but about Fairmount.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In 1999, Pulley had lung cancer surgery, and other illnesses stopped his participation in recent years. However, legions of people remember the man who was often the first person to greet a James Dean fan on his or her visit to Fairmount.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“The James Dean Remembered Fan Club has lost a cherished friend and champion,” club president Pamela Crawford of Arkansas wrote on Facebook. “Bob was always so giving, so loving and so welcoming to Jim Dean’s fans. He is irreplaceable.” She said he reached fans around the “globe.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pulley’s widow, Shirley Pulley, said he was committed to clarifying who James Dean was, especially to the media. He made guest appearances on “20/20,” “Hardcopy,” “Joan Rivers” and “Geraldo Rivera,” and was interviewed by a reporter from Fox news.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One-on-one, Pulley simply enjoyed sharing memories of Dean with fans, who never seemed to tire of hearing stories. They would come to the museum and end up at their former home, which was located near Madison-Grant High School. Once some visitors who got their car stuck in Park Cemetery at the James Dean grave were helped by Pulley, and then invited home.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“We had people from Germany, England, South Carolina and other places come visit. Many of them ended up staying with us while here,” Shirley said. “For the 50th anniversary, Dario Mazzoli who starred in ‘Rebel Without a Cause’ came with his wife and stayed with us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Bob always said that he did a lot for James Dean as far as keeping it going, but James Dean did a lot for him.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One of Pulley’s daughter’s, Marion businesswoman Christy Berry, said she was constantly bringing home friends to the James Dean Festival while she attended Ball State University. And her father shared his stories with them as well.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“The ceiling of our dorm room was covered in James Dean posters,” Berry said, smiling. “I had forgotten how many of them came home with me until they started posting condolences on Facebook.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">David Loehr, owner of the James Dean Gallery in Fairmount said “When the James Dean Gallery was first getting ready to open in 1988, Bob was enthusiastic and offered to help with some of the electrical work and installed much of the track lighting that is still in use in the exhibit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Over the years Bob also appeared in several documentaries about James Dean and as a result was known and recognized by Dean fans around the world,” Loehr said. “When fans would visit Fairmount he would never turn away someone who wanted to meet him and talk about his old high school pal Jim Dean.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“When the bust of James Dean was dedicated at the Griffith Observatory in Los Angeles, Bob flew out and we attended the event together along with several of Dean’s co-stars from the films and other celebrities along with dozens of James Dean Fans who treated Bob like he was a celebrity himself.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pulley sometimes shared memories during the annual memorial service for Dean at Back Creek Friends in Fairmount. People heard about hockey games on the frozen pond of the Winslow farm, and how they would try to trip each other with their sticks. He would wear his senior cords, a tradition Dean had also participated in. Movies were 5 or 10 cents, and you needed a car to get anywhere outside of Fairmount.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Another classmate of Pulley’s, Fairmount resident Jim Grindle, said Pulley will be missed. The men served as judges together at the James Dean Look-Alike Contest at the festival. Determining the winner was always a challenge.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“There’s not many people that look like Jimmie,” Grindle said. “Every one in awhile you’ll catch the eyes or a gesture. They’ve all studied his movies. We’re looking for (how he looked) in his high school days.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">Robert Pulley, age 81, of Fairmount, IN, died Sunday, February 17, 2013. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">He was the son of the late Ralph Pulley and the late Maedoris (Zeek) Pulley. He was born in Marion, Indiana on August 30, 1931. He graduated from Fairmount High School in 1949 and went on to serve in the Army from 1950-53 during the Korean Conflict. He was a disabled Veteran receiving 3 Bronze Stars. He married Shirley Hoffar on February 20, 1960. Shirley survives in Fairmount. Bob was a repairman for Citizen's Telephone/Frontier Communications for 35 years, retiring in 1987. He was a member and past president of the Fairmount Historical Museum, making guest appearances on 20/20, Hardcopy, Joan Rivers and Geraldo Rivera providing information and sharing about his friend and classmate James Dean. He served as pallbearer for James Dean. He was a member of the Fairmount United Methodist Church, the Fairmount VFW Post serving as a past Commander and a 25 year member of the Fairmount Volunteer Fire Department, and the founder of the Mississinewa Boat and Ski Club. As a member of the Archaeological Society, he enjoyed collecting arrow heads, and Indian artifacts and camping. He loved decorating his home with large light displays for Christmas and having a big garden. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">He is also survived by: </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">Three Daughters: </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">Christy(Bob) Berry, Marion, IN </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">Leasa (Jeff) Wages, Dacula, GA </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">Tresa (Joel) Bozell, Summitville, IN </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">One Son: </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">Robert Pulley, Kokomo, IN </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">Two Sisters: </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">Margaret Wilhoite, West Lafayette, IN </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">Mary Ann Usher, Sarasota, FL </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">3 Grandchildren; </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">Mallory (Aaron)Thompson, Alexandria, IN </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">Chad Wages, Lawrenceville, GA </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">Lindsay (James) Savage, Lawrenceville, GA </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">1 Great-Grandchild; Olivia Thompson </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">Mother-in-law; Leila Hoffar, Marion, IN </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">He was preceded in death by 3 brothers Ralph James Pulley Jr., Roger Pulley, Tom Pulley,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;"> and sister, Martha Jane Rogers. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">Arrangements are being handled by Armes-Hunt Funeral Home, 415 S. Main St., Fairmount, IN where the family will receive friends from 5:00 PM to 8:00 PM, Wednesday, February 20, 2013. Funeral service will be at Armes-Hunt Funeral Home at 2:00 PM, Thursday, February 21, 2013 with Rev. Edna Larimore officiating. Interment will be at Park Cemetery, Fairmount, IN </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">Memorial contributions may be made to the Salvation Army or Cancer Services of Grant County in care of the funeral home. </span></span></div>
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On this Valentine's Day, my Dad lays in a hospital bed in a rehabilitation center, where he does not belong. My Mother is by his side. Dad had been in a hospital for the past 8 days. He is laboring to breathe as a result of advanced emphysema. He is also aspirating fluids into his lungs. (He also struggles because he had lung cancer surgery in 1999 that resulted in the removal of a lobe of one of his lungs.) The rehab staff has been rude and inattentive. They say he's too sick to be there but the hospital people said they had done all they could do and he needed to go to rehab. A social worker told my Mother this afternoon, "I guess this is not a good fit for your husband", as though he were choosing a country club?! So, it's okay to throw the patient to the curb because he's too sick for your facility??? </div>
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These past days have been the saddest of my life. My Dad is usually a fiery character, opinionated and grumpy (and also, a good and giving Dad and hardworking man) . But now he is passive, barely able to speak or stay awake. I never thought I'd say this, but I've missed his grumpiness. I want my Dad back. My poor Mother is sad and quiet and my heart breaks for her. On February 20th, they will be married for 53 years. I think sometimes they wonder how they ever put up with each other, but their love has endured, and now they are planning a great escape from the rehab place tonight. Dad just wants to go home and Mother wants to take him home. If she is going to be the one giving him the care he needs at the rehab place, then why not do it at home? (that's what she said) They aren't really going to escape but there was some discussion between them about doing it. When I first heard about the plan I was aghast, but then I realized Mother is right. </div>
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<br />Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928883213833333822.post-54627928579583499722013-02-12T13:40:00.000-05:002014-10-06T15:49:29.231-04:00Vintage Valentine to share<div align="center">I found this vintage Valentine at an antique mall for $1! It's in excellent condition and it's huge. Of course, it is for "teacher" and every student wants to make a good impression on his or her teacher. I love the igloo school house. Darling! </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmhx-XOjcFYUV0KZoPfVunBRnkfr4Hrgj5TfhEAb2URP3xYu9mhO_G_mPhRD-TzxEJLFZ70XHHKiURnKOcyUDeVK3_IAwP8V8fgmPnVuQMbSUpLlYJFemiy4vviIv5evtu0dVjJ0PJ4TA/s1600/igloo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmhx-XOjcFYUV0KZoPfVunBRnkfr4Hrgj5TfhEAb2URP3xYu9mhO_G_mPhRD-TzxEJLFZ70XHHKiURnKOcyUDeVK3_IAwP8V8fgmPnVuQMbSUpLlYJFemiy4vviIv5evtu0dVjJ0PJ4TA/s320/igloo.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEgt6Wowz34d0HZCFPlpxbfLt4ZZs4dTyyCkhG-YHZTZ2DYxzIj0A105faCd6oDR4YP9MIx2UxzDLISQ89Q2o01Oa_0YVSknAirEwIclRSWkCSePf7KUBhN_H8sjNGvYaFvRvbLX0Ytf0/s1600/igloo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEgt6Wowz34d0HZCFPlpxbfLt4ZZs4dTyyCkhG-YHZTZ2DYxzIj0A105faCd6oDR4YP9MIx2UxzDLISQ89Q2o01Oa_0YVSknAirEwIclRSWkCSePf7KUBhN_H8sjNGvYaFvRvbLX0Ytf0/s320/igloo.png" width="254" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928883213833333822.post-26610631697626295242013-02-11T08:48:00.000-05:002014-10-06T15:49:29.241-04:00Be Yourself<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUkEoXcRmlhuT7nzGj7MyQCota2TYK3pLGs_Ax91lw4seIpzS29vKiYQUcOKAsXqLROuG8O0ZikKaWUvOCHYDz_gP_6a4-f2F2lt_d_nclow8Il1CXNXdA44bEU3_zIcsTTXfGIZD0Eaw/s1600/dont+change.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUkEoXcRmlhuT7nzGj7MyQCota2TYK3pLGs_Ax91lw4seIpzS29vKiYQUcOKAsXqLROuG8O0ZikKaWUvOCHYDz_gP_6a4-f2F2lt_d_nclow8Il1CXNXdA44bEU3_zIcsTTXfGIZD0Eaw/s400/dont+change.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928883213833333822.post-65181128831792833232013-02-07T21:41:00.000-05:002014-10-06T15:49:29.251-04:001950's Diner Food (Recipe)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlyJ-vceM3PEwvDTKRKZXEnhrDESqizkpoLGowbERpoZkNC8MkNmoCa82vsj8uOJHJvJUZGDWT6q3qPEUFDbwmjpqDg7LFL0IUFfjfS8xSEEctFd1PZQ7qtNKnc-euDgQUl0M9GRm0pS4/s1600/this+and+that+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlyJ-vceM3PEwvDTKRKZXEnhrDESqizkpoLGowbERpoZkNC8MkNmoCa82vsj8uOJHJvJUZGDWT6q3qPEUFDbwmjpqDg7LFL0IUFfjfS8xSEEctFd1PZQ7qtNKnc-euDgQUl0M9GRm0pS4/s320/this+and+that+005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is what we had for dinner this evening. When I looked at my plate, it reminded of diner food. And better (or worse) yet, is that this picture turned out looking like those you see in the vintage magazines where the food looks a little unappetizing and odd. BUT, believe you me, this food did not taste odd. Below is the recipe for "No Peek Beef Tips". The dish is very easy to prepare and it is delicious.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">*</span>No Peek Beef Tips</b></span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ingredients: </span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2 lb. - Beef tenderloin tips, Stew Meat, Chuck Roast or Chuck Eye, cubed</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1 - 10.5 oz can cream of mushroom soup</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1 – packet brown gravy mix</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1 - packet Lipton dry onion soup mix</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1 – 4 oz can mushrooms</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1 - cup water or ginger ale soda (I used 1 1/2 cups of water because the first time I made this recipe, the gravy was a little thick)</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Directions: </span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Add cubed meat to a 9 x 13 inch pan.</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In a large bowl mix the remaining ingredients together and pour over the meat.</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Add mushrooms and stir to coat. Cover with foil and bake at 300 degrees for 2 Hours.</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Do not remove foil until done.</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Serve over rice, mashed potatoes or egg noodles.</span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Servings</b>: 6 - 8 </span></div><div align="left" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">*</span>This recipe was found here: </span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">http://www.mommyskitchen.net/2008/08/no-peek-beef-tips.html</span></div>Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928883213833333822.post-68111366557846497182013-02-05T12:11:00.000-05:002014-10-06T15:49:29.270-04:00Needlework Supply Booklet Ephemera<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div align="center">Today I would like to share with you a few pages from a vintage needlework booklet that I [also] found in the recycling center. The top two images are the front and back covers. I chose two other pages that I thought might be of interest. This booklet also contained the original order form, in tact. The order form was pre-folded as an envelope for easy mailing. I love the color combinations displayed on the embroidery floss page. I hope you enjoy seeing these images as much as I enjoy sharing them! 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Vintage Hallmark Cards<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiobMYaH19KxMLfRj7qBvDO_gWMZFSS_zlFPALFSCcxqzXkpeJ4s0f3MwQ-O5_StJ46miX03YUa3t4jMhzDWCelPOVq1MJ8nOnFfK4WzHj7vX1ku3a6JMAxweam_CahRnv1dvGcI6YF4Bg/s1600/this+and+that+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiobMYaH19KxMLfRj7qBvDO_gWMZFSS_zlFPALFSCcxqzXkpeJ4s0f3MwQ-O5_StJ46miX03YUa3t4jMhzDWCelPOVq1MJ8nOnFfK4WzHj7vX1ku3a6JMAxweam_CahRnv1dvGcI6YF4Bg/s200/this+and+that+003.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQxIvQMPSIPCKWBn2PMLkqNgIiWK4Hl_MYzPOml2W10ZB4S_BR5W6UjtEBlIN9wAqCTevp49I03P055MZhopjbTybXkn2D7RvZCGzm9CGXIFgwg5i-eohpCHS5Pbgdh5XW-PKaFMMHS2k/s1600/this+and+that+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQxIvQMPSIPCKWBn2PMLkqNgIiWK4Hl_MYzPOml2W10ZB4S_BR5W6UjtEBlIN9wAqCTevp49I03P055MZhopjbTybXkn2D7RvZCGzm9CGXIFgwg5i-eohpCHS5Pbgdh5XW-PKaFMMHS2k/s200/this+and+that+005.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Once upon a time, there lived a vintage-loving and somewhat crafty Grandma who loved digging around in the paper box at the recycling center looking for "stuff". This Grandma was on the fast track to becoming a hoarder but could not resist the temptation to dig. She imagined that someday she would stumble upon sentimental treasures discarded by someone without a clue. And she did! One day, buried in the paper box, she found these storybook ladies and saved them from certain death. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They are 1948 Hallmark greeting cards for children from a series of die-cut cards called, "From the Land of Make Believe". Each of the cards has a feather and sequin, and inside a wonderful story written in rhyme. They are marked " A Hallmark Card" on the back. Hallmark sold an album in which these collectible cards could be kept. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My mind is all-a-buzz about how I might use these images for a craft project. Please feel free to use these images for your project ideas! I can assure you that the original cards will remain in tact, free from fear of becoming pulp. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And live on and on....happily ever after. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRti0WLRItWP3HbK-zLLJACbEglem0aJe50TrqJa5GKFWdqTsznZl-nOSpU4mZdn944OmusZuy3FwtUhxEFMgCFx6cfsjsWQU_gCNd5QFdLHgxxwN13MQvN3YPl0qHqCiYJLZuusfBtcg/s1600/Cinderella.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRti0WLRItWP3HbK-zLLJACbEglem0aJe50TrqJa5GKFWdqTsznZl-nOSpU4mZdn944OmusZuy3FwtUhxEFMgCFx6cfsjsWQU_gCNd5QFdLHgxxwN13MQvN3YPl0qHqCiYJLZuusfBtcg/s320/Cinderella.jpg" width="221" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcxcDU7uloox9k0ofCw2KrZDesJXJlCOLRZWptmXPEaJjebgd2p-A1lX7Lu4-1a-_M-iCyn12meQcNq23YzIcXJTF-FUMKD4nxHXMEQzxD7ens19KCR5NwClwg3VOTb80ovrCol1g1U4s/s1600/cinderella+back.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEiDnmPbvCixGo0Y2mhUSTkBuDK4_dwNQcvuaUBC86iL-s6TDUVWcZWfrMxjsOwf4h0ewk1ftEOimfDDB96WMPzrQURKODwBEVNIYnXS79HaV-DI-WNcI-gYCGCvULwTx6dE3zTwqleIk/s1600/this+and+that+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEiDnmPbvCixGo0Y2mhUSTkBuDK4_dwNQcvuaUBC86iL-s6TDUVWcZWfrMxjsOwf4h0ewk1ftEOimfDDB96WMPzrQURKODwBEVNIYnXS79HaV-DI-WNcI-gYCGCvULwTx6dE3zTwqleIk/s320/this+and+that+007.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When my husband got home from work today I said, "Sorry I missed your call, I was playing with paper dolls". Funny thing is, he didn't seem surprised. My twin sister (Leasa) and I were paper doll fanatics. We had a set of Tini Mods dolls (not this particular set) and we played with them constantly. More than likely we wore them out before we outgrew them. This set, which I found on ebay years ago, is missing one doll, Karen. I wonder if little girls play with paper dolls anymore... My gosh, getting a new book of dolls was so exciting. Punching out the new dolls first and then very patiently pressing out the clothes. One of us always managed to rip an arm and tear a tab or two but that was just to be expected. My sister and I would play for hours and hours; dressing and undressing, non-stop play acting. Our dolls never argued, they were never mean or snarky. They were nice girls, just like us. We would talk about which girl we "wanted to be" in real life. I was always torn between the two blondes and the redhead. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here is the fashion line-up for today. Some of the clothes are flocked! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxTdaACL4AGJldvdn03K5BpEC8v1X0zYHs8KK00j9V6epo8m0BmoVo00Uzaeuqtb49gtaQtujnoAiEhtA_rlxCa-7oNnCNng5JUWvxoN64f7OB7ZPdf90fJNw8dOJ9mQBfy3jsOSqwCJE/s1600/this+and+that+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxTdaACL4AGJldvdn03K5BpEC8v1X0zYHs8KK00j9V6epo8m0BmoVo00Uzaeuqtb49gtaQtujnoAiEhtA_rlxCa-7oNnCNng5JUWvxoN64f7OB7ZPdf90fJNw8dOJ9mQBfy3jsOSqwCJE/s320/this+and+that+003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These mod girls knew nothing about blogging, texting or facebook, but they did know a lot about fashion. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmlFQOVhhfcwbWaXhaZmPfrkzZ8lWrqlRye1XX73gDAho_No9tDKddMqzYtjaArv6LTQYTosE3oAPBDnvMEoTTJNcpJW2tc3wwWwPUau4Xft-0uXDIUd3r75iffdtc4vC9bGscNj9TD9Y/s1600/this+and+that+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmlFQOVhhfcwbWaXhaZmPfrkzZ8lWrqlRye1XX73gDAho_No9tDKddMqzYtjaArv6LTQYTosE3oAPBDnvMEoTTJNcpJW2tc3wwWwPUau4Xft-0uXDIUd3r75iffdtc4vC9bGscNj9TD9Y/s320/this+and+that+006.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My childhood memories are very sweet. Playing with paper dolls is one of the sweetest. </div><div style="text-align: center;">(More paper dolls to come)</div>Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928883213833333822.post-50923854942713808352013-01-30T20:49:00.000-05:002014-10-06T15:49:29.303-04:00Valentine Candy Box Swap<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I took part in a Valentine Candy Box swap hosted by Erica at <a href="http://goldeneggvintage.blogspot.com/">Golden Egg Vintage</a>. Liz from <a href="http://mypipeliner.blogspot.com/">The Pipeliner's Wife </a>was my partner. It has been fun reading Liz's blog and getting to know her and about her life as the wife of a Pipeliner. Recently, she and her husband bought a farm and have been making renovations. AND she is a new, first time Grandma! The candy box was stuffed full of adorable vintage Valentines! I will treasure these as I only have just a few. She also included handmade heart decorations that I dearly love and other fun treats including an adorable and beautiful vintage apron. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJJC2qwRVK0nCm3ufy2zJgZkEQlMliwGZrMqJPT3GV2EBjsXrByoL2Mi5Pw3VtDKSyEW7HOWmhQZiBiE6MVhbX_nme8LjPZG0wULRgZggKINxfM7rPg664sBegGqB6AyS27n6R7msNJQI/s1600/this+and+that+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJJC2qwRVK0nCm3ufy2zJgZkEQlMliwGZrMqJPT3GV2EBjsXrByoL2Mi5Pw3VtDKSyEW7HOWmhQZiBiE6MVhbX_nme8LjPZG0wULRgZggKINxfM7rPg664sBegGqB6AyS27n6R7msNJQI/s320/this+and+that+002.JPG" width="320" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Oh how I love this apron! It is just perfect!!!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIOgKOscukDUG_Z0W2D936Z9d4SFLLCnerS3So1iw8HgvZsGxUuZd15mFe90kfRxY4G4gVv7drjDGCebb6AZmpEVviIUQIKGjNIQYgjw99txIqolm7rKHb-QvjQ-T_-7y3YPRAxPI608A/s1600/this+and+that+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIOgKOscukDUG_Z0W2D936Z9d4SFLLCnerS3So1iw8HgvZsGxUuZd15mFe90kfRxY4G4gVv7drjDGCebb6AZmpEVviIUQIKGjNIQYgjw99txIqolm7rKHb-QvjQ-T_-7y3YPRAxPI608A/s320/this+and+that+005.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you Liz, for making my day. You are very sweet and generous. It's been a pleasure getting to know you. Also, a big thanks for Erica for hosting the swap. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Valentine's Day! </div>Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928883213833333822.post-41522909349744391782013-01-29T14:50:00.000-05:002014-10-06T15:49:29.314-04:00Candy Cane Cutie<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This picture of Olivia was taken on Christmas eve. Her shirt says "Candy Cane Cutie". Our Christmas celebration was a blast. </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Olivia was very ill in early December and was hospitalized for 2 days. </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was a scary time . Thankfully, she had a speedy recovery.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWvdQJkDOUcHfEeOBTDCcmentgPJJq7ya_9pY88LddXc2r_wkCmjcSZepuIxFRdSMcXJdD-AqDY5fM2ch8nd92f0NwsHnMNrioptkFhEaFT-4j1gN2w_iKsKqC1lMaPb8CHBC9QSIb43o/s1600/527297_734943097596_502398907_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWvdQJkDOUcHfEeOBTDCcmentgPJJq7ya_9pY88LddXc2r_wkCmjcSZepuIxFRdSMcXJdD-AqDY5fM2ch8nd92f0NwsHnMNrioptkFhEaFT-4j1gN2w_iKsKqC1lMaPb8CHBC9QSIb43o/s320/527297_734943097596_502398907_n.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> I'm in a funk. Happens to me every January. But this little one brightens my day--my life! </div>Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928883213833333822.post-45184107924707907442012-10-25T14:43:00.000-04:002014-10-06T15:49:29.325-04:00Georgia Bound<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPjK3MTNcPg_e-MBG_8stcSnkS_JlRF8GCZiYoiLJ8LCdOR5TVHFpnD5b0oAngI4u72EcJExPKPvBGofY1uRhf3MkPlrMIJOeyrp5d8FzgygDwhLHAm72GkG60uUiGr6SjOxm4OGW7tQs/s1600/cartoon-airplane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="103" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPjK3MTNcPg_e-MBG_8stcSnkS_JlRF8GCZiYoiLJ8LCdOR5TVHFpnD5b0oAngI4u72EcJExPKPvBGofY1uRhf3MkPlrMIJOeyrp5d8FzgygDwhLHAm72GkG60uUiGr6SjOxm4OGW7tQs/s200/cartoon-airplane.jpg" width="200" /></a> In three hours, I will be on an airplane headed for Atlanta, Georgia. My twin sister lives near Atlanta and we are going to attend the Country Living (magazine) Fair at Stone Mountain. We are both beyond excited. Maybe you've noticed the countdown on my sidebar. I started the new countdown as soon I returned from Atlanta last October. This will be our 2nd trip to the fair. The event is loads of fun and the vendors amazing, but more than anything, I love spending time with my twin. We always have the best time together--lots and lots of talking and laughing. After I return, I will be anxious to get back to blogging, crafting and most of all, catching up with all of my favorite bloggers. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I can't help but include a couple of new pictures of Olivia. </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Her first Happy Meal. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgISLDfid-GG2z-lIeSW6FWLxv_Ou1-RyFeBMWnpxENO_wHDme5mkeeY3sHlYY4OjxRF51IpOOXO_TM8demWBFCXg1Q4L_kALjYiLAT20mTySM9G4qCWvB0cwQWw_ahnfGg804zV9KFV4Q/s1600/6071_192630334204508_4185302_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgISLDfid-GG2z-lIeSW6FWLxv_Ou1-RyFeBMWnpxENO_wHDme5mkeeY3sHlYY4OjxRF51IpOOXO_TM8demWBFCXg1Q4L_kALjYiLAT20mTySM9G4qCWvB0cwQWw_ahnfGg804zV9KFV4Q/s320/6071_192630334204508_4185302_n.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">She LOVES bath time! </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6OaBoUhMbwe7fHzHlrBcPoYdZ7jHV7pIjYqGcWRJwukVmLq96IFISrUJDS1R3rZYXid8JNvFw6hF6wKyb-97WcaZOjgE_e8haXkoGovLxEDZ34towoURUnDyp-nEO3fPcvzw1wTf995I/s1600/420926_195114020622806_2128870025_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6OaBoUhMbwe7fHzHlrBcPoYdZ7jHV7pIjYqGcWRJwukVmLq96IFISrUJDS1R3rZYXid8JNvFw6hF6wKyb-97WcaZOjgE_e8haXkoGovLxEDZ34towoURUnDyp-nEO3fPcvzw1wTf995I/s320/420926_195114020622806_2128870025_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928883213833333822.post-44195285535436923252012-10-12T11:28:00.000-04:002014-10-06T15:49:29.336-04:00Keeping it Real<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFddPHson3Sbcrpa6YOdzZRLTAUfejyZ3dhWOrl1FO_ro8DqI7K1u5w-J5zCsmBPZrGrknh9ybkIXhmgAEf92QT4Lsv8idkCRQaPo3jLQL3klugAF3fccbyNDFpH5UQnVEE_cMrntKhcs/s1600/adayinthelifelogo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFddPHson3Sbcrpa6YOdzZRLTAUfejyZ3dhWOrl1FO_ro8DqI7K1u5w-J5zCsmBPZrGrknh9ybkIXhmgAEf92QT4Lsv8idkCRQaPo3jLQL3klugAF3fccbyNDFpH5UQnVEE_cMrntKhcs/s200/adayinthelifelogo.gif" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Earlier, I was sitting out in the garage (overhead door opened), in a bird-poop-stained plastic chair, watching paint dry, while eating a lime Popsicle, and picking dead skin off of my foot (heel). You see, I bought a "foot renewal peeling mask" on ebay. And now my feet are beginning to peel, although nothing like what was pictured in the product’s ad. I chose to ignore the flashing warning lights in my head, not stopping for one second to ponder the question, “do I really want to expose my skin to a product that, in 7-10 days, will cause my skin to peel off in sheets AND is from a random ebayer in China?”. All I could think about is how "cool it’s gonna be” to be to peel off the dead skin! Oh, the guilty pleasure..<i>.maybe I will do it while watching The Real Housewives of New York....</i></span><br /><br /><div><br /></div>Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928883213833333822.post-72688045064058672562012-09-25T16:51:00.000-04:002014-10-06T15:49:29.346-04:00The Nose Knows<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRgMo1ZXQ6hbzkcpG_rC2_5uVTgdE-WPxTzRR9XG8T88L37r_bwxpReiXwOgDw3x4XH-BNudS7iMlxZag_wW1hxMExwYMpFL5lmbAU0L2_yMVoQVJLU-EIk1CblFa37psEss2KDtoOdXU/s1600/this+and+that+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRgMo1ZXQ6hbzkcpG_rC2_5uVTgdE-WPxTzRR9XG8T88L37r_bwxpReiXwOgDw3x4XH-BNudS7iMlxZag_wW1hxMExwYMpFL5lmbAU0L2_yMVoQVJLU-EIk1CblFa37psEss2KDtoOdXU/s320/this+and+that+015.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hubby's love, nose spray, pain pills, popsicles, and sunflowers; making this "nose thing" a little easier</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928883213833333822.post-38004777372652275852012-09-18T22:10:00.000-04:002014-10-06T15:49:29.356-04:00My Nose Job<br />Tomorrow is the day for my "nose job". Actually, I'm having sinus surgery but I like to pretend that I am one of those Real -HA! Housewives. Come to think of it, I am a real housewife (I just don't play one on t.v.).<br />So with that said, I'm going to be back out of the blogging loop for a while. And just when I found my blogging mojo again.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlsPBikkBruNVYq9hR8Rw7cjavZ4G5oX7qgDUtPSuabPdWz4xeuACD8TKjEHgsjy0V_zgB3uEKkslgI6MmALAMdhCTH6UG58w_lkg2EEIct6nk2iez82z1-Nl12xHL4sioLHYCMZIrLfQ/s1600/IMG_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlsPBikkBruNVYq9hR8Rw7cjavZ4G5oX7qgDUtPSuabPdWz4xeuACD8TKjEHgsjy0V_zgB3uEKkslgI6MmALAMdhCTH6UG58w_lkg2EEIct6nk2iez82z1-Nl12xHL4sioLHYCMZIrLfQ/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" width="205" /></a></div><br />I had a little visitor this afternoon. As you can see, she is chewing on Crafty Clark's feet, and then she bit his head. Poor Clark.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928883213833333822.post-80054973811694441462012-09-18T19:12:00.000-04:002014-10-06T15:49:29.365-04:00My Hometown (tag swap)<br />I grew up in a town called Fairmount, Indiana--population 3000. We lived at 710 South Main Street, just a few blocks from uptown (as we called it). Fairmount is a very close-knit, clean and safe community. When I read that Tammy of <a href="http://tammysloves.blogspot.com/">Tammy's in Love</a> was hosting a hometown tag swap, I jumped right on board. I haven't lived in Fairmount for many years but it will always be my "hometown".<br /><br />My tag inspiration came from my childhood (as does most of my inspiration). Growing up in Fairmount was easy and fun. We had a Dairy Queen that was open only during the summer months. Mr. Misty was one of my favorite DQ treats. The "dime store" was a Ben Franklin and I L-O-V-E-D going in there! It had creaky, wooden floors and lots of penny candy and ten cent toys. In 1968, it burned to the ground which was quite a big deal for the citizens of Fairmount. It was rebuilt. On the walk to the dime store, my sister and I would pass by The Palace Bar. On the front of the building, was a small window and as we quickly passed by, both of us would hope for a glimpse inside. Honest-to-goodness, the Palace image on my tag, is exactly how it looked in Fairmount--I nearly flipped when I found it. The Palace Bar at one time had been a movie theater, hence the marquee-type awning. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQl7jFb18FzGqZEaP5b6XaiYjGzv3zDCa00NDeUPBLdVXWHHNLWt1DFYFl_FVK7957j0tkKGtwqfmSvnuVXhX8cSCNulADFmpOc_5ISKnoSee5h3hxk9N69jSvPFppexpDu_pIqRlOGlo/s1600/tag+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQl7jFb18FzGqZEaP5b6XaiYjGzv3zDCa00NDeUPBLdVXWHHNLWt1DFYFl_FVK7957j0tkKGtwqfmSvnuVXhX8cSCNulADFmpOc_5ISKnoSee5h3hxk9N69jSvPFppexpDu_pIqRlOGlo/s320/tag+collage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">my childhood</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">my happiness</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhABU2L-BRGQ-URUpbvqu3bYz_P5z2DR8CKNEDGzV9D5X0gFjSkahmCGsBv2iWPN96-ijw1S5b9UkIqudsR1kP3W7lHcII2yKIJWmFg2rOlEbeMRR-K0JHhNuz8sFOgKk57HtKU0SvouUo/s1600/DSC03036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhABU2L-BRGQ-URUpbvqu3bYz_P5z2DR8CKNEDGzV9D5X0gFjSkahmCGsBv2iWPN96-ijw1S5b9UkIqudsR1kP3W7lHcII2yKIJWmFg2rOlEbeMRR-K0JHhNuz8sFOgKk57HtKU0SvouUo/s400/DSC03036.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">(I borrowed this photo from Tammy's blog)</div><br />On the flip-side of my tag, are a couple of Fairmount's famous citizens. James Dean grew up in Fairmount and graduated high school there in 1949. My dad was his friend and classmate. After Dean made his movies, he came back home for a visit, which included some bar-hopping with my Dad. After his return to California, he was killed. Dean's funeral was in Fairmount and my Dad was one of his pallbearers. Every September, Fairmount hosts a James Dean Festival which is attended by 1000's of people from all over the world. They even have a James Dean look-alike contest.<br /><br />Garfield's creator, Jim Davis, is also a native of Fairmount. When I was a college student, I did some baby-sitting for the Davis'. Garfield was still young and fairly unknown. Another Fairmount notable is Phil Jones who was a journalist with CBS, on 48 Hours.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">In the lyrical words of Aunt Bee and Clara Edwards:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; word-spacing: 1px;">My home town is the greatest place I know,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; word-spacing: 1px;">Where the neighbors I find are gentle and kind,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; word-spacing: 1px;">And the living is easy and slow,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; word-spacing: 1px;">My hometown is the only place to be,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; word-spacing: 1px;">Here the worries are small, and </span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; word-spacing: 1px;">And the kids grow tall and healthy & free,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; word-spacing: 1px;">It's my hometown, my hometown,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; word-spacing: 1px;">Fairmount, Indiana </span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; word-spacing: 1px;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; word-spacing: 1px;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; word-spacing: 1px;"></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; word-spacing: 1px;">Thank you Tammy, for hosting this fun tag swap!!!</span></div>Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928883213833333822.post-66957450085610181872012-08-01T12:17:00.000-04:002014-10-06T15:49:29.375-04:00Welcome, August<br />July served up a big plate of busyness and stress for me. I'm full! I'm hoping that August will be kinder and gentler. July started out with a great bang as we traveled to Atlanta over the 4th to visit my sister and brother-in-law. Such a great time!!! But since arriving home, my life has been full. I feel pulled in several directions--needing to do some things that make me happy (blog posting, blog reading, crafting) but knowing that I won't be able to relax and enjoy my happy place until I've tied up loose ends.<br /><br />In the last 3 weeks, I've worked a 60 hour week, had 4 doctor appointments, 3 dentist visits (had to have the same filling redone THREE times!--thank goodness for laughing gas!), a mammogram, PAP test, and a colonoscopy. Oh, and I'm scheduled for sinus surgery in September. YAY, ME!!!<br /><br />I'm not <i>really</i> complaining. I'm very lucky to have a supportive and caring husband and daughter. And of course I have my little Livi--shiner of the brightest sunshine EVER.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGfMyRRpqfG-rvutUyhID739Oqo4WJuBPv_xSl4OIkpPiYP2Dxcs3sJDcvSARsvNDDm4-cTMa28tVoYdflQqwXIjNxEKj8qdyi8HlZcS_hVWPwv9edZg5SPkEYbbaeZU7ALGNTKTSz3ts/s1600/Olivia+sunshine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGfMyRRpqfG-rvutUyhID739Oqo4WJuBPv_xSl4OIkpPiYP2Dxcs3sJDcvSARsvNDDm4-cTMa28tVoYdflQqwXIjNxEKj8qdyi8HlZcS_hVWPwv9edZg5SPkEYbbaeZU7ALGNTKTSz3ts/s320/Olivia+sunshine.jpg" width="284" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">July, I bid you farewell....<i>good-bye, adios, au revoir, auf wiedersehen </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928883213833333822.post-31674633902768711272012-07-29T00:51:00.000-04:002014-10-06T15:49:29.383-04:00Grandma *hearts* Olivia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAYQf32dyaVFZC0yj7w5s5IXQZKLiSLMD6l1kqbhhgk9SsQryp7sOpXnWVs_F-eQMbzVslBZqulT9KFmoCvK2mhhzfjgifFo_2PAI2sKwHlXCIH4ylBKtXv_aQ68UMmxnqbcXhCf0I5QU/s1600/302379_10151052572984660_73669792_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAYQf32dyaVFZC0yj7w5s5IXQZKLiSLMD6l1kqbhhgk9SsQryp7sOpXnWVs_F-eQMbzVslBZqulT9KFmoCvK2mhhzfjgifFo_2PAI2sKwHlXCIH4ylBKtXv_aQ68UMmxnqbcXhCf0I5QU/s400/302379_10151052572984660_73669792_n.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-large;">She fills my heart with love, joy, laughter, hope & happiness.</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">My sweet, sweet Livi. Grandma loves you so much! </span>Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928883213833333822.post-47374669730702348532012-07-03T08:56:00.000-04:002014-10-06T15:49:29.393-04:00Happy 4th of July!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNG43f7eETK53JV9MDRQ0JnukE0sZvnO3gGYcZt7m0VMlWK4zbdF8t_LZN8cSF9kAMF_HK5aa-6C1BerXTD-3QCW1Y5Gq3FpN6suDYSic6bxQkz4wktGE80POym8iXKkEwYRKfLIeIkjE/s1600/179583_692375538326_972015315_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNG43f7eETK53JV9MDRQ0JnukE0sZvnO3gGYcZt7m0VMlWK4zbdF8t_LZN8cSF9kAMF_HK5aa-6C1BerXTD-3QCW1Y5Gq3FpN6suDYSic6bxQkz4wktGE80POym8iXKkEwYRKfLIeIkjE/s320/179583_692375538326_972015315_n.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: x-large;">Wishing</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-size: x-large;">you</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: x-large;">all</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-size: x-large;">a</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: red;">safe</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-size: x-large;">and</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: x-large;">happy</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-size: x-large;">4th</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: x-large;">of</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-size: x-large;">July!</span><span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_men_are_created_equal" style="background-color: white; background-image: none; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-decoration: none;" title="All men are created equal"><span style="color: blue;">all men are created equal</span></a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life,_liberty_and_the_pursuit_of_happiness" style="background-image: none; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-decoration: none;" title="Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness"><span style="color: blue;">Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness</span></a><span style="background-color: white;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></span></div>Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928883213833333822.post-79909203426583248772012-07-03T08:52:00.000-04:002014-10-06T15:49:29.402-04:00HOTLANTA!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJpipAFhRNgEePvFRZJBWfVdJA1thy4j0DDuZ0WNtDhmXnGe7hWX__JOxFvRda1JNuytTn2x9x0XFPSMjMtRc9UhWYXUyZuuI4dRwE1P6a7xbhtDxJPukOMVgOrDheJU6RKb1lJPh41rg/s1600/484240_247713632011610_575671857_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJpipAFhRNgEePvFRZJBWfVdJA1thy4j0DDuZ0WNtDhmXnGe7hWX__JOxFvRda1JNuytTn2x9x0XFPSMjMtRc9UhWYXUyZuuI4dRwE1P6a7xbhtDxJPukOMVgOrDheJU6RKb1lJPh41rg/s320/484240_247713632011610_575671857_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;">It is hotter than a firecracker here in Indiana. And we are heading south today for even more heat and humidity. We are going to spend the 4th of July holiday with my sister and her family. Our plans include a visit to Stone Mountain to see the spectacular laser show. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;">Atlanta, here we come!</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><br />Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928883213833333822.post-57407290038542767292012-06-26T19:59:00.000-04:002014-10-06T15:49:29.411-04:00Moms and Daughters Craft Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">While my sister and niece from Georgia were visiting a few weeks ago, I hosted a moms and daughters craft day. <span style="background-color: white;">The ladies were met at the front door with the </span><i style="background-color: white;">suggestion</i><span style="background-color: white;"> to "leave your troubles behind and let your creative mind take you away". </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN2ahI8q2Po0WxArgYjhj6RE-As2YlHeEXryw7RWi2Yah_OJnJ_woU44cO1bSyC64d-DIbKZi1Fh0hEZkzGKnY8uQE1Afr0r56q49N5gerkcZEAioAap34SE85ZdG7rGq1mr5_KqJBhP8/s1600/door.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN2ahI8q2Po0WxArgYjhj6RE-As2YlHeEXryw7RWi2Yah_OJnJ_woU44cO1bSyC64d-DIbKZi1Fh0hEZkzGKnY8uQE1Afr0r56q49N5gerkcZEAioAap34SE85ZdG7rGq1mr5_KqJBhP8/s320/door.jpg" width="187" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The activities started at 11AM and the last crafter left at midnight. <span style="background-color: white;">It was a beautiful day and we had a great time. In between projects, we had lunch, snacks, dinner, dessert and more snacks. My kind of day!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I posted this sign as one of our mantras for the day. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibMr4zaYO0y1zYPwhvnGUHoEvS2Vd9mknCnXPR0uUFYNPJktmGzd6O5S9rjnPPkgrkbNiZUQk3M2vG_KIc8xkrzs_rxK0XM195fhii4_o2L6IqNYB_-VUt7YWNG03p49ZLj7akkDxQuOA/s1600/sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibMr4zaYO0y1zYPwhvnGUHoEvS2Vd9mknCnXPR0uUFYNPJktmGzd6O5S9rjnPPkgrkbNiZUQk3M2vG_KIc8xkrzs_rxK0XM195fhii4_o2L6IqNYB_-VUt7YWNG03p49ZLj7akkDxQuOA/s320/sign.jpg" width="237" /></a><br /><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My sister Leasa brought this guy along to serve as our mascot. Some mascot he was! All he did was lay around, with a dopey grin on his face. He didn't move a muscle! <span style="background-color: white;">Leasa left Indiana without him. He suspects that he was dumped for "Magic Mike". Unbeknownst to her, I have named him Crafty Clark. He's about to embark on some interesting adventures. Stay tuned. </span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuYXumHrg0tRoMguKf90NEBKi6SkDgtSpROl27AIFH02ELvafsmY7DsXhnWcXijnF9I2ckOJCtILlhvcV548hHLTZBP7bvSqsY08zXDfxXGmEUd0tcizYJtqQ5GLsY8BpOZ_28hbrIQmk/s1600/clark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuYXumHrg0tRoMguKf90NEBKi6SkDgtSpROl27AIFH02ELvafsmY7DsXhnWcXijnF9I2ckOJCtILlhvcV548hHLTZBP7bvSqsY08zXDfxXGmEUd0tcizYJtqQ5GLsY8BpOZ_28hbrIQmk/s320/clark.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Leasa spray painted this Ball jar and finished the top with nylon clothes line. She plans to use it as a vase. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> So cute! (the jar too) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEMkAn8HXna-ZEn_Nog4Oghb493mWbg5wnDYehPXBGMJNHDu0XPRF1-EGRBQIFJSRxXFPohOu9aJ84L4E4v5LaBC5pEwwb7PaMLM5PByn9x7kQo3cpV6LDMZvM5Wu2Bih2FwKJHNRNH08/s1600/leasa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEMkAn8HXna-ZEn_Nog4Oghb493mWbg5wnDYehPXBGMJNHDu0XPRF1-EGRBQIFJSRxXFPohOu9aJ84L4E4v5LaBC5pEwwb7PaMLM5PByn9x7kQo3cpV6LDMZvM5Wu2Bih2FwKJHNRNH08/s320/leasa.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is my Mom and my daughter Mallory . They are awaiting instructions for our next project. My niece Lindsay, who has a degree in art education, taught us some painting techniques, using acrylic paint on canvas. Lindsay was very patient with us. Very. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFB57tMOc-M0ho1W1L_KDSvtUtQxpuYfKcwwdLsbmpuoBzDP30wn9Ely-HeFgcDEQi12y3IGWwqoVyR2ipDMHL7xT_JLA3MAfax-INCXk7MXse0ozP7JLBGX8XOS-0wfAzGiCI7IHF7s/s1600/paint.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFB57tMOc-M0ho1W1L_KDSvtUtQxpuYfKcwwdLsbmpuoBzDP30wn9Ely-HeFgcDEQi12y3IGWwqoVyR2ipDMHL7xT_JLA3MAfax-INCXk7MXse0ozP7JLBGX8XOS-0wfAzGiCI7IHF7s/s320/paint.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is Lindsay, decorating her chipboard [initial] letter. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-jnUZyFGuqFyBpMmbw38vpLgJoG_VllB05ENSs1PsKBuOMddAxTKy3WmLQJqiKDi95iUFwRi8sdnXvtc4spOHr8MqPe5OXm4A9xC8qE0r37hji4ddXibprgCb2Vpdcy8ucBPibja8ZkY/s1600/lindsay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-jnUZyFGuqFyBpMmbw38vpLgJoG_VllB05ENSs1PsKBuOMddAxTKy3WmLQJqiKDi95iUFwRi8sdnXvtc4spOHr8MqPe5OXm4A9xC8qE0r37hji4ddXibprgCb2Vpdcy8ucBPibja8ZkY/s320/lindsay.jpg" width="137" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Sweet Olivia was present for part of the day but she slept through much of it. </span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFG2iZXuNun74czPmxcvBOmDcllJSEF-ACbpCwmIqneH2vLlQup5XrumDXQBcYOswHlrlxJsem1-dRZfnG6y6bQlfV8ektD3ow4hQTRvDSykZrkJJ3E1pttANp_TbFzCzWdRo7sr1Nkpc/s1600/livvy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFG2iZXuNun74czPmxcvBOmDcllJSEF-ACbpCwmIqneH2vLlQup5XrumDXQBcYOswHlrlxJsem1-dRZfnG6y6bQlfV8ektD3ow4hQTRvDSykZrkJJ3E1pttANp_TbFzCzWdRo7sr1Nkpc/s320/livvy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lindsay and Leasa working on their chipboard letters. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Do you see Crafty Clark on the window sill?)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0213MmVKqyq1vXm6fGWgX-Hl_Jz2ktvlWXy6MjWpOb2Mcoe5b9IT73Lsq0lXCDqwRE_j_vIWpSVgwoa1ntVevpVUNqt8mZ20x8GgPYt_OIxqZ10tzaLQBJlv9EBxCtYEZmN5_YPMj6t8/s1600/letters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0213MmVKqyq1vXm6fGWgX-Hl_Jz2ktvlWXy6MjWpOb2Mcoe5b9IT73Lsq0lXCDqwRE_j_vIWpSVgwoa1ntVevpVUNqt8mZ20x8GgPYt_OIxqZ10tzaLQBJlv9EBxCtYEZmN5_YPMj6t8/s320/letters.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib5XbQZMNmwN_E2r_FrvS6AWNQd20VCV-PDSsGs_R5fvYVrUTfSSiGv4rXaDgzd9t5hgJhrVEPs6oYrNM43I3MvaDjGDyPrpNYXrP6O2HRKfsSmzT7a9n3YDHB2RuG7u6bMwoPgzEunRs/s1600/christy+bag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is Christy, my other sister. <span style="background-color: white;">She is digging around in the lawn bag for sticks for her pom pom bouquet. </span><span style="background-color: white;"> Christy was the official photographer for the day and unfortunately, this was the only picture taken of her (sorry Christy). Take my word for it, she is as cute as a bug's ear. </span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib5XbQZMNmwN_E2r_FrvS6AWNQd20VCV-PDSsGs_R5fvYVrUTfSSiGv4rXaDgzd9t5hgJhrVEPs6oYrNM43I3MvaDjGDyPrpNYXrP6O2HRKfsSmzT7a9n3YDHB2RuG7u6bMwoPgzEunRs/s1600/christy+bag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib5XbQZMNmwN_E2r_FrvS6AWNQd20VCV-PDSsGs_R5fvYVrUTfSSiGv4rXaDgzd9t5hgJhrVEPs6oYrNM43I3MvaDjGDyPrpNYXrP6O2HRKfsSmzT7a9n3YDHB2RuG7u6bMwoPgzEunRs/s320/christy+bag.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Okay, here's a picture of Christy that I snagged from her facebook. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMANM3S1SakWO1vGBsisRNo9STeGLakzt9Mm4zNqEyntMONcXEO7fc4knIJ-PrWQfY9cd1MYL0gbpt_nc7iqupee8xCrVEWsdz3gAY95YuJZpxnvb1G-9CP465tDXXHxHHfOPEjACOWqI/s1600/christy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMANM3S1SakWO1vGBsisRNo9STeGLakzt9Mm4zNqEyntMONcXEO7fc4knIJ-PrWQfY9cd1MYL0gbpt_nc7iqupee8xCrVEWsdz3gAY95YuJZpxnvb1G-9CP465tDXXHxHHfOPEjACOWqI/s200/christy2.jpg" width="197" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I taught the ladies to make pom poms using my super-duper pom pom maker. It is so easy to use. We cranked out a lot of pom poms. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1RuuodaoMQn4i3HLUvTTjnr7OYkcanHzdrbhp1-bEdb8SHahPRMegy3faw1xz_zp_yexdamh2YpyduDV7RhniPHSIO9qwrkWJleUDQnnbcVCIgs4d9JP9kvPTxN2-OaaDyNjisiIRVE/s1600/pom+pom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1RuuodaoMQn4i3HLUvTTjnr7OYkcanHzdrbhp1-bEdb8SHahPRMegy3faw1xz_zp_yexdamh2YpyduDV7RhniPHSIO9qwrkWJleUDQnnbcVCIgs4d9JP9kvPTxN2-OaaDyNjisiIRVE/s320/pom+pom.jpg" width="236" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mom and Mallory made darling paper wreaths. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjddL5pTgFfqEivGeSD97dsJIvvDJTsbcQqGLYCkXMKCVZ9Tr61ptQ5qc8wuCQKU9ZM-es7X9lhO8Nxe7i_UJXZ31QQra1D0mx_B45CYj2VVSnSz79mqBK4c5uQoM1ixjWbcZFpR42PptA/s1600/paper+wreaths.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjddL5pTgFfqEivGeSD97dsJIvvDJTsbcQqGLYCkXMKCVZ9Tr61ptQ5qc8wuCQKU9ZM-es7X9lhO8Nxe7i_UJXZ31QQra1D0mx_B45CYj2VVSnSz79mqBK4c5uQoM1ixjWbcZFpR42PptA/s320/paper+wreaths.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here is a line-up of many of our projects. Our canvas projects were still a work in progress. In fact, mine still is. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXb_Ty0GDPHfC4UNxv2uKI0vkYcE25Ir5CpfLyyqq9TTyU9rdV_v_2pJtACd3Z9hnXGwNZI3kjAurAsML4eda85WaBcsAyRJI6hqDK3L81lBadi3FvdFTfXt8N0YY95SfskAjS7vLZWw0/s1600/line+up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXb_Ty0GDPHfC4UNxv2uKI0vkYcE25Ir5CpfLyyqq9TTyU9rdV_v_2pJtACd3Z9hnXGwNZI3kjAurAsML4eda85WaBcsAyRJI6hqDK3L81lBadi3FvdFTfXt8N0YY95SfskAjS7vLZWw0/s400/line+up.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This was one of THE BEST and most special days I've had in a long time. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you Mom, Mallory, Olivia, Leasa, Lindsay and Christy. Can't wait to do it all again.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br />Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928883213833333822.post-35890859382954729052012-06-26T12:58:00.000-04:002014-10-06T15:49:29.421-04:00Cartoon Tag Swap<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Hey there, it's Yogi Bear! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was so excited to take part in a tag swap hosted by Tammy at <a href="http://tammysloves.blogspot.com/">Tammy's in Love</a>. The theme was Saturday morning cartoons. As a kid, one of my very favorite cartoon characters was Yogi Bear, so he was my choice for my tags. On the back of the tag are the words to Yogi's theme song. I had so much fun working on this project. This is my first tag swap and I felt a little overwhelmed because all of the ladies participating excel in the art of paper tag making. Soon, you will see their tags and understand what I'm talking about. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZmnC5dCqz6CD1sWWKTMISCrwWeyeDQja4Jk_Gq13FOdFOUr2_4UDXvcdColyz6Wvl4vh-XLdVv2Q6FyG7oWQdFXUf0bFhYylj5pGliYuBYLlbXo821L24N0VwuHsVbmgBJtPwKDgtu5A/s1600/Tammy+doll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="My Photo" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZmnC5dCqz6CD1sWWKTMISCrwWeyeDQja4Jk_Gq13FOdFOUr2_4UDXvcdColyz6Wvl4vh-XLdVv2Q6FyG7oWQdFXUf0bFhYylj5pGliYuBYLlbXo821L24N0VwuHsVbmgBJtPwKDgtu5A/s220/Tammy+doll.jpg" style="background-color: white;" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">Tammy is a fun, witty and talented lady. Her stories make me giggle and her clever crafting and home decorating inspires me. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks to her for hosting this fun swap! Can't wait to show you all of the swap tags. </div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8s_oTr2hfs54ztEOIcF3eKuUU_bfGt6jwwHfE-Cmhhn_BovF54t71fv8kN3s3YILd3Nce2s5yLqC1nHwdG3ktgViXNMk9OCqFAuJHheYL8xA7zD5I0tcYLIM4WWE5q9awc8CJJ9Y_K0U/s1600/yogi+all+tags.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8s_oTr2hfs54ztEOIcF3eKuUU_bfGt6jwwHfE-Cmhhn_BovF54t71fv8kN3s3YILd3Nce2s5yLqC1nHwdG3ktgViXNMk9OCqFAuJHheYL8xA7zD5I0tcYLIM4WWE5q9awc8CJJ9Y_K0U/s320/yogi+all+tags.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS3oa86HmEX2EmdpoR7akgwg8jzOFDohatIlkybAco1YnCkfWzhxuS2tPBH0dUkr6RgMc-waf5kmbpbSvvaiYVV3dL7CM-4NtxYLyNsT0ZcErutSRtCt3ou21O9mN6FTtFzYoul8EJCpY/s1600/yogi+tag+blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS3oa86HmEX2EmdpoR7akgwg8jzOFDohatIlkybAco1YnCkfWzhxuS2tPBH0dUkr6RgMc-waf5kmbpbSvvaiYVV3dL7CM-4NtxYLyNsT0ZcErutSRtCt3ou21O9mN6FTtFzYoul8EJCpY/s320/yogi+tag+blue.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br />Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928883213833333822.post-36615519767451006882012-05-28T12:32:00.000-04:002014-10-06T15:49:29.430-04:00Memorial Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopEw5rr7eRKPEX1xJaf9_y06DC_VqytbSsCsSBRodayA3tgEyEd2qo9-KR_Dz20CBqQYGy0vQHXHYGPx4cSOFFUJgRPsWG57vyddUro_AU-pRLkQtMHmya3P0dxlHgIwXE49bHYmvLt0/s1600/4f023c6326d60.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopEw5rr7eRKPEX1xJaf9_y06DC_VqytbSsCsSBRodayA3tgEyEd2qo9-KR_Dz20CBqQYGy0vQHXHYGPx4cSOFFUJgRPsWG57vyddUro_AU-pRLkQtMHmya3P0dxlHgIwXE49bHYmvLt0/s400/4f023c6326d60.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Tresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308276927249408892noreply@blogger.com7