I know It has been a long, long sabbatical. An up hill battle with chuck holes and mud slides. Now I am going to try to have the passion and the stamina to pick up where I have left off. Please don't give up on Shabby And Frills the best is yet to come. I have projects in the wings. I am excited to get started I hope you will still visit.
Always Making Something...............................
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Monday, January 7, 2013
A Dog And A Boy
Happy New Year to all.
We had the best holiday ever. The AZ K's came up for 3 weeks. It was the best visit ever.
Day 1 we were going to the Humane Society in Salt Lake so Laney could see Kitty City. She loves kitties and can not have one because her daddy is allergic.
On the way down to the Humane Society my son confessed that he really wanted a dog. Now they have a dog, Boston Terrier/ French Bull Dog mix. That dog has a boy, he worships the ground the boy walks on. The boy is 11.
So my boy wants a dog, but we were going to see "Kitty City".
We pull up and everyone gets out. We go in and off to "Kitty City". The grandsons were really not into the cats so I took them over to the dog side. As we are looking at the small dogs and puppies, my son comes through at a very brisk pace. He is rather intense any way, he was on a mission. He said "they have one" and he did not stop. "They have what"? I said as I followed him and forgetting I left the boys. "They have a Bull Dog, I am going to get him out and walk around". "Oh OK" I said and then I remembered I left the boys with the dogs. I went to get them.
We sat in the lobby waiting for the grand entrance of the "Holy Crap!" here he came with a 70lb white with a brown eye American Bull Dog. Guess what his name was?. " PETEY". Really, Really????
The shear mass of this dog was unbelievable, more like a side of BEEF! and he was all over my son kissing him, throwing himself at his feet, laying on his back begging for his tummy to be rubbed. My son sat with him a long time contemplating the choice he was about to make. " Mom I need this dog, I will be able to handle him and train him. I want to save him. His wife said "I think he needs him". I have never seen that look in his eyes, well not since he was a little boy. I also knew he had been having some nightmares lately from the war. What do you say?. So Petey came home with us on day 1. They renamed him (thank goodness) Fritz. He came in and made himself at home. He took over the Chase, peed on the leather sectional, chewed through 2 leashes, drank at least a good gallon of water a day dripping from his gowels slinging it on the walls. Passing gas that would clear the room, pooping like an elephant in the dog pen. At the end of the day Fritz aka Petey looked at my son and made his claim. The dog had a boy.
We had the best holiday ever. The AZ K's came up for 3 weeks. It was the best visit ever.
Day 1 we were going to the Humane Society in Salt Lake so Laney could see Kitty City. She loves kitties and can not have one because her daddy is allergic.
On the way down to the Humane Society my son confessed that he really wanted a dog. Now they have a dog, Boston Terrier/ French Bull Dog mix. That dog has a boy, he worships the ground the boy walks on. The boy is 11.
So my boy wants a dog, but we were going to see "Kitty City".
We pull up and everyone gets out. We go in and off to "Kitty City". The grandsons were really not into the cats so I took them over to the dog side. As we are looking at the small dogs and puppies, my son comes through at a very brisk pace. He is rather intense any way, he was on a mission. He said "they have one" and he did not stop. "They have what"? I said as I followed him and forgetting I left the boys. "They have a Bull Dog, I am going to get him out and walk around". "Oh OK" I said and then I remembered I left the boys with the dogs. I went to get them.
We sat in the lobby waiting for the grand entrance of the "Holy Crap!" here he came with a 70lb white with a brown eye American Bull Dog. Guess what his name was?. " PETEY". Really, Really????
The shear mass of this dog was unbelievable, more like a side of BEEF! and he was all over my son kissing him, throwing himself at his feet, laying on his back begging for his tummy to be rubbed. My son sat with him a long time contemplating the choice he was about to make. " Mom I need this dog, I will be able to handle him and train him. I want to save him. His wife said "I think he needs him". I have never seen that look in his eyes, well not since he was a little boy. I also knew he had been having some nightmares lately from the war. What do you say?. So Petey came home with us on day 1. They renamed him (thank goodness) Fritz. He came in and made himself at home. He took over the Chase, peed on the leather sectional, chewed through 2 leashes, drank at least a good gallon of water a day dripping from his gowels slinging it on the walls. Passing gas that would clear the room, pooping like an elephant in the dog pen. At the end of the day Fritz aka Petey looked at my son and made his claim. The dog had a boy.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Merry Christmas And Paper Plates
It is with certainty that Paper Plates are a necessary evil at our house during the Holidays. I am aware of the damage that the contribute to the earth. Yet I still choose to use them.
Our kids and their kids
are all home for the Holidays and we would by far rather spend time together than washing more dishes than we have to.
I do have a confession to make, In the last 7 days since the arrival of the family we have gone through 210 paper plates. I don't know how. Of course there are 10 of us. and 6 of them insist on eating 3 times a day LOL. We still have 10 days left I will keep count until they depart.
Merry Christmas and I will write to you next year.
How Many Paper Plates Do You Use??????????
Our kids and their kids
are all home for the Holidays and we would by far rather spend time together than washing more dishes than we have to.
I do have a confession to make, In the last 7 days since the arrival of the family we have gone through 210 paper plates. I don't know how. Of course there are 10 of us. and 6 of them insist on eating 3 times a day LOL. We still have 10 days left I will keep count until they depart.
Merry Christmas and I will write to you next year.
How Many Paper Plates Do You Use??????????
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
And the Door Bell Rang
I have mentioned this before. Christmas is not my Best Holiday. Its a long story that could most likely is the reason for Therapy. That be never mind. We will be celebrating just like we do every year. BUT.....................................................
This year I wanted it to be more like what the season is really about. Not expensive gifts. That produces so much stress and money spent on things. I wanted memories, simple and loving memories. I spoke with the kids and we are going to have a simple but memorable Christmas.
The Arizona K's are coming to Utah for good food, games, laughs, a trip to the movies and maybe to the Hot Springs in Idaho.
Oh and the doorbell thing. I hate doorbells. I do not like people at the door that are unexpected. Please call first so we are prepared. By being Prepared I mean being dressed, putting the dogs away, making sure the Family Room is picked up. Simply things that make me feel like I am prepared even though I was not.
Tonight the door bell rang twice within 40 min. First, our Home Teacher who we dearly love and enjoy every moment we spend with him each month. He brought a lovely gift. The dogs were out, I was folding towels all over the place and dishes sitting on the table. I am sure he did not notice. Not more than 5 min they may have even had a fender bender in the drive way. The Doorbell rings and 3 lovely ladies from the Relief Society dropped by with a fabulous basket of Christmas Goodies. Nothing had changed. Dogs, laundry. They were Sisters I have never met all new to the Ward. It was such a pleasure to meet them.
The Doorbell is really not such a bad thing. It sometimes yields blessings. Prepared or not. It is about the people not about STUFF.
This year I wanted it to be more like what the season is really about. Not expensive gifts. That produces so much stress and money spent on things. I wanted memories, simple and loving memories. I spoke with the kids and we are going to have a simple but memorable Christmas.
The Arizona K's are coming to Utah for good food, games, laughs, a trip to the movies and maybe to the Hot Springs in Idaho.
Oh and the doorbell thing. I hate doorbells. I do not like people at the door that are unexpected. Please call first so we are prepared. By being Prepared I mean being dressed, putting the dogs away, making sure the Family Room is picked up. Simply things that make me feel like I am prepared even though I was not.
Tonight the door bell rang twice within 40 min. First, our Home Teacher who we dearly love and enjoy every moment we spend with him each month. He brought a lovely gift. The dogs were out, I was folding towels all over the place and dishes sitting on the table. I am sure he did not notice. Not more than 5 min they may have even had a fender bender in the drive way. The Doorbell rings and 3 lovely ladies from the Relief Society dropped by with a fabulous basket of Christmas Goodies. Nothing had changed. Dogs, laundry. They were Sisters I have never met all new to the Ward. It was such a pleasure to meet them.
The Doorbell is really not such a bad thing. It sometimes yields blessings. Prepared or not. It is about the people not about STUFF.
Monday, December 3, 2012
It has been a very long time since I have been able to post.
The Surgery has taken a tole on me. BUT, today I have been given the go ahead to start getting back to living again. My plan is to slowly get back to a new and less painful existence. I have not sewn or done any crafting in the last 4 months. The Sewing Room is a MESS! One like I have never had before. I will be tackling that this week with the help of my sweet daughter Spring. And then it begins........................
I will always be making something..................
The Surgery has taken a tole on me. BUT, today I have been given the go ahead to start getting back to living again. My plan is to slowly get back to a new and less painful existence. I have not sewn or done any crafting in the last 4 months. The Sewing Room is a MESS! One like I have never had before. I will be tackling that this week with the help of my sweet daughter Spring. And then it begins........................
I will always be making something..................
Monday, October 8, 2012
Zombie for my Partner
I wanted to share the Zombie I sent to my partner.
This was Story Book Zombie Humpty Dumpty and he really Fell !!!!!!!
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
I am sicknd at the death of the Boarder Agent Nicholas Ivie. He was in one of the Highest areas of the boarder for drug trafficking. The Cartels catapult drugs over the border. Our prayers go out to this family here in southern Utah. It is so disconcerting to us because our son works in Yuma. While he is not a Boarder Agent, he too works for Home Land Security as a Special Agent. Please Pray for our Troops And for all the men and women that keep our cities, states, country, AND Boarders safe. Pray that these evil people that have no regard for life will be caught and punished for their actions.
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