Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Here It Is our 2010 Christmas Card (well sort of)

Well, look what I found in my bedroom yesterday...last year's Christmas cards...hmmmmmm
I'm gonna send them. I bet NO ONE will notice. Unless you live around here, you'll never know that Annsley no longer has 2 front teeth missing. Everyone else still looks the same. If you don't tell, I won't :)

Let's see if anyone notices ~ if you're the first, I'll give you a prize ;)

Here's a fun way to keep your kids occupied while you wrap gifts: :)

Personalize funny videos and birthday eCards at JibJab!

Sunday, December 19, 2010

10 Things To Put on Your Gingerbread House

The gingerbread village that is laying all over my kitchen table got me to thinking that there must be other over-achievers out there.  Please tell me I'm not the only one :)  And sure enough, a few clicks through google images and there you have it...
It’s that time of year when we use food as decoration and no one yells at us when we leave it all over the house. That’s not dried spaghetti and tomato sauce on my floor, it’s tomorrow's garland.
This year we made a gingerbread house and it’s spectacular. We live in Trout Towers, so of course there are flying buttresses, a bell tower, a ballustrade, a campanile, a rotunda and several turrets, just like our house. With all that architectural glory, we had a lot of decorating to do.
Here is our Top Ten List of things to put on your Gingerbread House:
1. All the leftover candy from Halloween.  It’s just like Sculpey, but less delicious.
2. Fiber-optic lights, because you can.
fiber optic gingerbread 10 Things to Put On A Gingerbread House
3. A quarterboard. Gingerbread Houses, like all homes, should be named.  Pick something holiday-related, like “Hortensia’s House of Ho-Ho-Hos.”
4. An alarm system. Your house may be next door to a gingerbread crack house.
5. A gingerbread man, skewered with a stake to the roof as a warning to the others.
gingerbreadman 10 Things to Put On A Gingerbread House
6. Leed certified insulation and a composting toilet.
7. Gargoyles.
8. A storm cellar, especially if your gingerbread house is in Kansas. When a tornado picks up your house and drops it in a big giant’s teacup instead of smashing a witch’s sister, you better hope your ruby slippers have some serious traction.
wizard of gingerbread 10 Things to Put On A Gingerbread House
9. Arsenic. I asked you several times to stop leaving your underwear on the floor.
10. A lien. Even Painters of Light Frosting go bankrupt sometimes.

borrowed from www.trouttowers.blogspot.com

May your day be filled with all things gingerbready,

Saturday, December 18, 2010

This is the book that Nicole is referring to in this video...

and the amazon link

I know quite a few "mommies" who could use this type of encouragement this time of year

Friday, December 17, 2010

Do You Ever Feel Invisible?

I received this email the other day, you know the kind you almost always delete before reading.  But this time I read it and it changed me.  I think it will touch you too!!

The Invisible Mom ~ 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 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."

I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - 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. Janice 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 Janice 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: "To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees." 

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

A legendary story 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, Mom. 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, 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."

At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. 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 shrine or 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, to add, "You're gonna 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 women.

Keep persevering moms!  Especially at a time of year when a lot goes unnoticed and we are feeling burnt at both ends.

The Will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.

I would love to find out the title and author of this book.  Anyone know?

Monday, June 28, 2010

Following My Dreams

i have had a dream for ten years of working in the event planning industry...it is a dream that isn't going away...i'm a teacher by degree but the last 5 years have proven very hard to break back into public school education after staying home to have my 4 beautiful girls...so now i find myself at a crossroads...which way shall i go...while i will keep my eyes and ears open for just the right teaching position, i will no longer live my life as if it depends on my finding a teaching job...i refuse to let my happiness ride on the chaotic waves of the public school system...i will follow my dreams and who knows where they will take me...it took one little status update on my facebook page to generate a request for assistance in planning a birthday party...i took it...i will continue to follow each and every lead that is presented to me...this is what i know, i love and am energized by planning events...it is one of my passions...i am good at it...people are made happy by my work...i will continue to follow my dream...see my newest blog at http://www.notsoshabbychicevents.blogspot.com/ and tweet me, blog me, facebook me, or email me if you want me to plan your next "not so shabby" event :)

Sunday, April 18, 2010

SWEET 16!!

AWWWWW!!! Sweet 16!!! Happy BDay MOLLY-DOLL!

Molly and Kensie and I are going to spend the day shopping for Moll's bday.  Then dinner at Outback Steakhouse...More later!

Did I mention that I LOVE having another driver!!!! xxooo Molly!
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