Saturday, December 29, 2007

Baby Steps

This is a post for my sister.
Your blog has stagnated.
Please come back to blog world.
Take one small step, post you are alive.
Next post lots and lots of pics.
I looked for a blackmail pic of you but there were none on my computer :(
So yes I am on the verge of issu.....

Oh my goodness Phone !!!!
She is alive and has posted.
We must have some special connection.

Gotta love sisterhood.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Picture Train

A box of wonder. Makeup galore.

BahhhBeee

Plug still intact.



This is fashion at its best.


The wrapping team.





Trouble what trouble.
I don't feel a thing.
Boy those Tylenol were tasty :)


Basement makeover.



Fake windows, courtesy of recycled torn window shade and craft paints.




The red caboose at the end of the train.








Time Flies

Fall was here.
The kids enjoyed it the few moments it stopped by.


Devonae raked this pile of leaves all by herself.
She was so proud of herself she told the neighbor who just got home from work to come and see it.
I don't know this neighbor and neither does she.
When she did not show up on our backyard after 10 minutes Devonae wanted to go knock on her door to remind her about her tremendous pile of leaves that just could not be missed.
I convinced her that while her pile was special the neighbor had other things to do.
She was consoled with a picture of the historic pile and the promise to show it off to family.

So here I am keeping my word.


Fall left and in came Winter.
Winter likes to stay for a long time here.




We interrupt this winter weather to bring you Christmas.
Christmas has come and gone and soon this year will be gone also.
Time flies.
I wonder if it ever lands anywhere?








Merry Christmas Marme




So it is not wrapped.

It might not be finished.

It is certainly late.

One of the sheep have wandered off.

But at least it is spelled correctly... I checked and rechecked.

We all know it is near impossibe for me to spell things correctly and Marme has no qualms about displaying my short comings on her walls.


I love you Mom and I will finish it and go find that lost sheep soon.