Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Making the world go 'round

I'm not really a craft blogger poster type.

But, after joining Pinterest, I realize that's what makes the world go 'round.

I was itching to make a wreath for Halloween. My sister started it all with this...

Isn't it cute? I love it. She claims it was well worth the glue gun burns.

But, I hate to be a copy cat, and went out to reinvent the wheel. (By "reinvent the wheel" I mean "spend far too much time on google and Pinterest looking for the perfect wreath project".)

I came up with this all by my lonesome. A mummy wreath.

I like it.
It's made with decorative gauze from the Halloween decor at the big WM and a wreath form. Takes about 10 minutes. Easy-peezy.

Sunday, June 19, 2011


If'ns you add bacon to yer chocolate chip cookies...

(a) thinking you've watched enough food network to make it work, and
(b) thinking the Southerners will be giddy with excitement at the idea of a pork cookie and accept you into their fold

...you would be wrong.

...BUT not on both counts!!

The cookies were actually delicious and I have acquired enough skills from "Chopped" to make it work.

The Southerners...meh...not so much. Now I'm just banished as a wierdo. Not so sure that's new for me.

Maybe pulled pork cupcakes?

(BTW - Not Crazy - see?)

Sunday, May 8, 2011

My Mom . . . . by Macy

Macy filled out this loving paper all about her mom:

My mom likes to watch wipeout for fun.
She is good at dealing with Reily.
Her favorite food is pizza.
My mom always says, "I'M TAKING A NAP!"
My mom teaches me how to hit Otto with a shoe.
My mom and I always clean.
Mom helps me when I need it.
(Payton's answer was, "When there is no other possible option")
Mom enjoys cuddleing.
We like to cuddle together.
I love her because she is a a loving mother.

And she ate my chocolate.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

the goodest bike rider EVER!!

I love her....even if she claims I don't play with her!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011


Now I would like to believe that a loving mother would not rejoice in the cosmic power of Kharma in relation to her darling little 5 year old; but, I did.

While I was warming a brownie remnant for Rei, she grabbed my Route 44 nectar of life. I kindly (with more sharpness than was likely necessary) told her to put the soda down.

[ Insert Onomatopoeia... (Yes, I spelled it correctly the first time.)A
ll 44 of those glorious ounces and equally glorious pebbles of ice ALL OVER the floor.


I wiped, mopped, swept, mopped my sticky love off the floor.


That's ok. Her brownie was cooking the entire time.


Smokily solidified to the bottom of the bowl. Kitchen smoking.


Don't mess.