I don't know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everyone. Bill Cosby
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Bareback Babe
Great minds think alike
One of our stops was at Habitat where Kristen (she has better eyes than me) spotted this pallet of tongue and groove siding with awesome green paint aged to a perfect patina. Scott keeps threatening to buy me a pickup so I can haul my treasures, but this little car works perfect and I pull away from the gas pump with a smile on my face.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Ushering in Fall
Honey, you shrunk the Shoes
Monday, August 23, 2010
Smile for the Camera, Cricket
Sten, however remains hesitant - absolutely certain that this tame creature will turn feral and dump him on his fanny as soon as he hops on for a ride.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Country Girls Sale
Monday, August 16, 2010
Off to La Grande (again)
Gas to La Grande $300
Towtruck $486
Towtruck $486
New Distrubutor $700
One thing I've discovered after spending the weekend with tall folks is that I am stink'n short! Imagine hanging drywall, painting, and installing pictures without a ladder? No FAIR!
Friday, August 13, 2010
Grab a tissue - you're gonna NEED it!
I dare you to watch this without shedding a tear, I soaked an entire kleenex. I think Milah and Maren's reaction would be exactly the same . . . can't beat a loving Dad.
Apparently this Dad had been in Iraq for 350 days and he had promised his little girl that he would be home before she was done with the 4th grade.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Paint Paint Paint
I am going to be taking some things to a show this next week, so I've been busy completing projects . . . if I show up at our church convention (also next week) with burlap scraps clinging to my clothes, mismatched shoes, and paint in my hair, please ignore.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Coffee Table Project
Beep Beep, BEWARE!

So, we found ourselves taking a number at the DMV today where Sten took an itty bitty test allowing him the priviledge to "practice" drive. As we walked to the car, I had a difficult time passing off the keys but he couldn't wipe the smile off his face. I tried my best to keep comments to myself, but I will say smoothness is not his driving style as of yet.
I actually enjoyed my dreaded wait at the DMV. Unlike the doctor's office where they make it impossible to eavesdrop(thank you HIPPA), you hear every detail. One older man sideswiped a bicyclist (oops), another man was dealing with a suspended license due to a DUII, and an older woman was graciously turning in her license for good (brought a tear to my eye).
A quick observation: have you ever pulled into the DMV, looked at the semi-vacant parking lot and done a little cheer? Then, upon entering, been mystified that there is barely a seat available and your "number" will have you to the counter by next Tuesday? I wonder if people carpool to the DMV or do most people walk? It just doesn't compute.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Simple and Stylin'
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