Moi new Junque...

Moi new junque!

Went junkin' and this is what came home with me...

All the essential information...

I now possess.

Old, shabby black & white horse print

(I live in Kentucky, so anything that is old to do with horses is a keeper)

Perfectly imperfect frame

old service bell

I rang it last night for my girls when their dinner order was "up"

and they immediately came running for dinner.

Obviously a good investment when something helps me only say it once!

Ok, just look at this!

It is a VERY old, VERY industrial, and VERY chippy,

hair stylist cart.

It could not be any more perfect!

about had a heart attack when I spied it.

Who could give this up?

Looks so good with the daffodils from my yard,

some old books, and a piece of my sterling collection.

(Yes, another collection)

I love how the industrial beauty cart looks

with the refined feel of the sterling bowl.

These flowers are so beautiful they almost look fake.

Poor Barbie...

So, last night after girly girls are in bed fast asleep,

I am going through the house

making sure everything is tidy,

the lights are all out,

the doors are locked,

the animals are sleeping where they should be

(not where they want to be).

I find this...

At first, I thought what in the world is that?

We have dogs that shed, but not like that.

The further I go, the bigger the chunks.

I start to get really nervous...

Is this my three year old's golden, curly locks?

Nerves are gone, and panic has sunk in,

not realizing that the "hair" is straight.

And then, I found her...

a casualty dropped off in the hallway.

Emotions swirling.

Relieved that it is no hair of my girlies.

Sad for the eldest girlie who will not appreciate ANY part of this in the morning.

A bit proud that said three year old has her own sense of

creativity and definition of what is beautiful,

and a little alarmed that she had the scissors long enough to do all of this.

So, being the version of mommy that I am.

I clean the mess up.

Dispose of the body.

And hope no missing Barbie report is filed.

I mean isn't it a right of passage for all little girls anyway?

And after seeing her results from poor Barbie,

surely she will be scared away from trying this on herself.

So, really this is all kind of a good thing.

Right?

Yes, that's it!

That is what I will tell myself!

Wishing you all a lifetime of good hair days!

P.S. after initially posting this, I asked Mary-Morgen why she cut Barbie's hair.

Her reply was, "She was already ugly and her hair was in her eyes."

How can I be upset with total honesty?

Spring

Springtime is the land awakening...

No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow. ~Proverb

Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush. ~Doug Larson

Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world. ~Virgil A. Kraft

The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring. ~Bern Williams

Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime. ~Martin Luther

And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

—Percy Bysshe Shelley

Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways.

The dry seasons in life do not last.

The spring rains will come again.

—Sarah Ban Breathnach

Sit quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.

—Zen saying

An optimist is the human personification of spring.

—Susan J. Bissonette

Spring’s greatest joy beyond a doubt is when it brings the children out.

—Edgar Guest

Spring is here, Ya'll!

Get out there and enjoy.

Ironic Clock Obsession...

So, while some of you may be starting to think that I have an obsessive compulsive disorder when it comes to collecting things, objects, junk, or what have you.Others already know it.

You may have heard me mention the clock collection... But, what is so ironic about this collection is that I am never on time. No, I mean NEVER.

It drives the hubby bananas.

It drives the whole fam bananas. They don' t mention it, but I am sure it drives my employees bananas.

I mean no disrespect by it. I am just so busy that I try to squeeze one more thing in. I try to cross one more thing off of the two page to-do list.

You may think it ironic that I collect clocks like I do...

You may think how can she always be late with all of those clocks around....

Well, here is that part that truly represents me.

Not the collection of clocks itself, but the fact that none of them have batteries, and none of them are set to any specific time.

That way, no matter what, I am always on time.

At lease according to one of my clocks.

So, have a good morning ladies.

Or is that a good night.

You can't tell by the clocks in this house!

Slumber Party Survival

So, I know I posted about the Slumber Party a few days ago,

but as I was going through the pictures, and

I thought oh, ya' gotta' see this!

It took me forever to clean the mess.

So, here were my coping mechanisms.

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Dr. Pepper for the night before.

Yes, it is a bucket!

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Starbucks for the morning after.

Yes, it is a Venti.

And this is the aftermath....

In retrospect, I should have gotten two Lattes.

But these are the little chick-a-dees that make it worth the effort!

I believe that the time of this picture was midnight.

Only one is looking a like she might be ready for bed