Sunday, August 26, 2012

Jeff's Project



Anyone who knows my husband knows
 he loves a neat and tidy yard.

All his flower beds in the back are bordered with large stones,
 and landscaped with shredded bark.


But the area to the right of our driveway, 
and all the bushes in front of the house
 are (or were) landscaped with river rock. 

 

A few weeks ago Jeff decided it was time
 to get rid of the river rock and re-landscape up in front.


But when he (and Danica and Zack) removed the first layer
 of rocks to the right of our driveway
 he found an old retaining wall,
 and far more rocks then he anticipated.



But that didn't stop him. 

He kept at it, again enlisting the help of Danica and Zack,
 and even his weak but willing wife, 
armed with shovels, buckets and rakes. 

These tools were helpful, but many of the rocks had to be
removed by hand... handful by handful...rock by rock.

 

Eventually, we had a 12" trench,
which Jeff figured would be deep enough to grow flowers.



The next step was to remove the rocks around the front of the house. 
 Again, he called in the reserves, and even put Danica's boyfriend David to work.


 It was hard, dirty work, but they were all good sports, 
laughing and singing as they worked.




Meanwhile, Jeff began to fill in the trench with new black dirt.



 And this morning, he washed down the driveway.




Isn't that nice black dirt! 
Makes a person want to dig right in and start planting.





To be continued...



until next spring.













Saturday, August 18, 2012

Linette Tries Watercolors


I was home alone last night...

I think I'll stop there and tell a little story.

Earlier this week Jeff asked me if I wanted to come along to draft night for his Fantasy Football Keepers League.

"I don't think so," I told him. "I went one other time and I really didn't find it all that... interesting."
"It's the funnest day of the year," Jeff told me.

"No," I disagreed. "The funnest day of the year is the day we have our SWALC concerts." (Southwest Area Lutheran Chorale. Jeff hasn't been to a concert in years.)

Jeff laughed. "It's good for people in a couple to each have their own interests."

So true.


So as I was saying...

I was home alone last night, and I decided to try doing a little art work.

One of the instructors at the Bible Art Camp I helped put on this summer taught the 3rd graders how to use watercolor and cray-pas to make rich, vibrant paintings. Ever since then I've been eager to give it a try.

Last night I finally did.


I decided to try 4 different paintings.

 

I printed some pictures from the internet for inspiration:

butterflies (of course)


wild flowers


tropical fish


and Birch trees



Next, I lightly sketched out the images with a pencil.



 



My monarch I drew with cray-pas for a more bold and distinct shape.



For the others I only used watercolor.

First the backgrounds...




Then the details...

 

 


I never got around to the Birch trees.
Maybe next time.



Here are my finished paintings.



It was fun, but I think I'll stick to quilling.

And now, pictures from our Bible Art Camp...




Art Camp.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Birthday Reflections


I learned in Bible class once that you could divide the life of Moses into 3 40-year parts. His first 40 years were spent in Egypt, the next 40 years he was a shepherd, and he spent his last 40 years with the Israelites wondering around in the desert.

It seems like my life can be divided up into thirds too. The first 20 years I was a kid. The next 20 was spent having and raising kids of my own. And now, as a 40-something grown-up, I'm enjoying life in a new way. I have the freedom to be and do pretty much anything my conscience, aging body, and pocketbook will allow.

The one who said, "Life begins at 40," wasn't kidding. This is a great time in my life. Not that the first 40 years weren't, but I'm finding a peace and contentment and, as Susan Ann likes to call it, an attitude of gratitude that has blessed and surprised me as I age. Growing old isn't such a bad thing. I think the older I get, the better I get. I don't say that to brag. I wouldn't be who I am today if it weren't for lots of hard lessons learned along the way. I still have a lot to learn, (Proverbs 10:19, Proverbs 11:2, Micah 6:8 and Colossians 3:23 to name a few) but here's what I've figured out about life so far.

  1. God is everything. (That's why He calls himself, "I AM.")
  2. Everything happens for a reason.
  3. Begin every day and every task with mediation on God’s Word and prayer, and all will be well.
  4. Less is more.
  5. The secret of contentment: Focus on the positive... what you have instead of what you wish you had; where you are instead of where you wish you were; who you are instead of who you wish you were.
  6. Rejoice always! God loves you.
I feel like there should be 7, but I can't think of another one to put there. Maybe I will over the next 20 years. Or maybe one of you can add number 7!
And now, a few pictures…one from each of the phases of my life thus far...



1967
 (I'm the one on Dad's lap.)

1995

2011

Sunday, August 5, 2012

The Ring on my Right Hand

Yesterday we were at the wedding of our niece Beth and her husband Josh.  It was a lovely day for a wedding and we had a wonderful time celebrating their special day.

During the reception my daughter Mandie noticed the ring I was wearing on my right hand. She asked me about it, and, not knowing what to say, I told her it was private.

It’s not really private.  

I just was caught off guard and wasn’t ready to explain it right then.

But now I am.


I wear two rings. One on my left hand and one on my right.

The one on my left hand symbolizes the special relationship I have with my husband, Jeff. It’s a symbol of our love and faithfulness.

A few weeks ago I bought a simple silver ring for my right hand. I wanted it to symbolize the special relationship I have with my Lord and Savior.

A few days later I came upon this verse:

For I am the Lord your God
    who takes hold of your right hand
and says to you, Do not fear;

    I will help you.

Isaiah 41:13


Pretty cool, huh?

So the ring reminds me that God is with me, and that He loves me, and that He'll help me. 


It's not a valuable ring. But the meaning behind it is very precious to me...

Which reminds me...




The Hobbit - Part 1 hits theaters on December13th. 

If you've got an hour and 40 minutes to spare, here's a fun sneak peek!




Monday, July 30, 2012

Family Football Rematch

Hey there, football fans!

Yesterday was the Big Game up at the lake. The long-anticipated rematch ended with the old people coming out on top and defeating the young ones with a score of 10 - 8. WoooWoo!

Here are a few highlights....


Pre-game Show
(Just a bunch of rules really.)





Play Action  or... Watch out, Ashley!




Mandie Scores!




Rusty the Spider Monkey




Mandie Strikes Again



Dad's Running



David's got it!



What just happened?



That one caught me off guard.




Zack Flash




Nice!




Tolkien Trash Talk Leads to Blood





Battering Ram




JJ Scores!





Pretty exciting stuff, wouldn't you agree?

Or perhaps not.

















Our one spectator wasn't all that impressed.

Still.


We had fun.



And guess who scored the winning touchdown.



Yep.

It was me.


It was about the only thing I did besides counting apples and videotaping.

I was open and Jeff threw it and the rest, as they say, is history.



Because of me,

We are the Champions...

until next year.

Can you say, "Rubber match?"




And now, a bonus video.



Saturday, July 21, 2012

Molly and Other Dollys



Last weekend Jeff's Grandma and I went to
 Mary Ann's Open House. 

Mary Ann collects dolls. 
And once every ten years or so
 she has an Open House
 so people can come and see them.

I wasn't going to go, but Grandma wanted to see it, 
so I said I would take her.


Wow!


After the third or fourth room full of dolls 
I had to go back out to the van and get my camera. 
Her collection is amazing.

Here.

Let me show you.

As soon as you enter Mary Ann's house you can't help
 but notice the very large and beautiful doll standing on her couch.

 It was a gift from her granddaughter, I believe.
 Mary Ann said she tried standing her other places,
 but she'd always slide down to the floor, so now she gets the couch.



These Elvis and Priscilla dolls were also given to Mary Ann.
 The person who had them didn't want them, so they gave them to Mary Ann.
I asked Mary Ann if she knew what they were worth and she didn't know.

 Nor did she seem to care.



Do you recognize this doll?

Yep.

It's Princess Diana, in her wedding dress.
This doll was also given to her from someone who didn't want it.

Or maybe, they gave it to her because they knew
 how much she would like having it.

Mary Ann has lots of friends.

She also has lots of Cabbage Patch dolls...

enough to fill a large crib.

 I'm not sure if those were given to her or not, 
but I know the crib was. 



Mary Ann has lots of cribs that
 people have given to her. 


 

And they're all filled with dolls.


dolls...


 and more dolls.

 

 Some were sleeping.

 

 Some were crying.

Some were just down-right adorable.

 


But some...

some were a little scary.


This one in particular was freeking me out!

 

 My favorites were the dolls from China.


So lovely.



This is one of Mary Ann's favorites.



She said when it arrived in the mail she thought
they had made a mistake and sent her a real baby.

That's Mary Ann, by the way.

She's a very nice lady.

After we had ooed and ahhhed over her
many dolls we stayed for some refreshments
 with a few friends who were also there.

As we visited over lemonade
 I mentioned that I have a doll. 
Her name is Molly. I got her
at the Thrift Store and keep her
 in my closet. 

"In your closet," my friend LaDonna exclaimed. 
"You need to get her out of there and put her somewhere
 where you can enjoy her."


So I did.
 

This is my dolly...


Molly.



And here's her new home.

You're welcome to come by and give her a
hug anytime you like.

She's great at giving hugs.






NOTE: Do you recognize Molly? She was Loonette the Clown's 
dolly on the show "The Big Comfy Couch." 
Here's a clip from one of her shows I thought you might enjoy.

Are you ready
Are you ready...
Are you ready to clown around,
with Loonette and Molly,
a clown and her dolly,
on the big comfy couch!

Saturday, July 14, 2012

On Clothes


Ever since the fall, clothes have been a necessity of life. They keep us warm in the winter, protect us from the sun in the summer, and most importantly, keep our private parts private.


There are probably a bunch of other benefits of wearing clothing that I’d only realize if I had to do without clothing for any length of time. But that’s never been the case. I’ve always had clothes.

Lots of them.

Sure. There’ve been times I’ve stood in front of my closet and said, “I’ve got nothing to wear,” but that’s never really been true. I run out of hangers before I run out of clothes.

When I was a kid I had a lot less clothes than I do now. But I still had enough to put them into categories:

everyday clothes - Which we picked out on Monday and wore each day after school until Saturday night when we took our weekly baths.

school clothes - I remember how pleased I was when I started Kindergarten with 5 dresses hanging in my closet, one for each day of the week.

pajamas - Night gowns for summer and footy pajamas for winter.

church clothes - We each had one set of Sunday Clothes. Mine consisted of a dress, tights or lacy anklets, and my shiny black shoes that left scuffs on Mom’s kitchen linoleum if I wasn’t careful.

Now I have tons more clothes. And I’ve had to add a few new categories. My workout clothes, my work clothes, and my skinny clothes, to name a few. I actually have way more clothes than I need or wear. I heard a tip once that you should turn all the clothes in your closet around so the hangers hook backward. Once you wear something you can hang it back up the usual way and then after 6 months whichever clothes are still turned backwards you should get rid of. I've tried it. But as the 6 months draw to a close I look at those neglected things, hanging backwards, and make myself wear them so I won’t have to throw them out. I don’t like getting rid of clothes. Not when there's still some wear left in them.

People are often surprised (impressed or repulsed, I’m not sure) to hear that nearly every piece of clothing I own, I bought from the Thrift Store. When I first got my job at the college I went shopping and got a few new things from Kohls and Sears. But I soon realized, I like my second-hand clothes even better than the stuff I got new. They were cheaper, obviously, but they fit me better too. My body’s not flattered by the new low-cut, low-waisted styles. I like high-waisted pants. They keep my belly from sticking out, and prevent that all too common muffin-top look I despise. And I don’t have the best arms or chest so I prefer to have those areas covered as much as possible. Actually, the more of me I can cover with clothes the better. Maybe that’s why I like clothes so much. I don’t really want people to see me. With clothes I can pick what they see. Pretty colors and soft textures. Everything my aging body is lacking.

I pick out what I’m going to wear each day from my extensive wardrobe depending on my mood, as much as anything else. I like to dress in dark heavy layers when I’m feeling sad or introverted. I wear lighter, brighter things when my mood is cheery. Which works well because I generally feel more cheery in the spring and summer when dark heavy layers wouldn’t be the most comfortable choice. And if you can’t feel pretty in your clothes, you should at least feel comfortable. That’s my philosophy…

...on clothes.