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Shower coffee

This morning started out a bit rocky.

As I prepared my morning elixir of life (coffee), I accidentally dropped my glass pint jar with beautiful homemade Cashew Cream on the floor and stove and oven and cupboard and my foot.

Hold on to your hats people, good news abounds!  coffee with cream

  1. I had already poured some in my coffee.
  2. The glass jar did not break.
  3. The newly painted cabinets wiped up very easily.
  4. I already have raw cashews soaking to make more cream.

Mr. Right had an early morning eye appointment, which I usually try and go with.  Today wasn’t going to happen.  sigh.

So off he went, alone.

I regroup and began to study (today’s continued topic:  riding the body of heavy metals) and drink my coffee.

I am always pleasantly surprised that somehow, someway, I learn something new every single day.  Today?  Today fact is:   Did you know that there is Mercury in contact lens fluid? Geesh.  Good gravy, you need to be a detective to get and stay healthy!

Moving on….. I made the bed and jumped into a nice HOT shower.  I’m lathering, I’m lathering, I’m singing….

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!!!

Okay, we all know bad guys, robbers, and mass murders don’t usually knock, however, my heart did skip a beat or two.

Mr. Right zipped home from his appointment and brought me my favorite coffee…. an iced latte.  He handed it to me IN THE SHOWER, I got a smooch, and he was gone in a flash.

Holy Toledo!

This is a picture of TRUE LOVE20170810_101956-1_resized

Right there before your very eyes.  (Okay, ignore the not so pretty shower tile.  Another project for another day.)  Just cast your eyes upon that beauty.  No, not the amazing organic, chemical free shampoo and conditioner……….

The gorgeous, beautiful 16-ounce iced latte.

……..and just like that, the day took on a whole new color.

May I gently suggest you surprise someone you love with a beverage in the shower?

In this together, friends.

Chat soon.

 

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rolled up goodness

Yesterday, in the hustle of getting dinner ready, the mail arrived.

A box.  A surprise.  My name written on the outside.   I spy my niece’s name as the sender.

wipe hands on dish towel

smile

push back curly hair out of eyes

rub hands together with glee

keep smiling

start unwrapping

giddy with anticipation

read letter

tear up

keep smiling

oh my goodness, the handiwork, the beautiful purple, the shine, the thought

She made me a beautiful necklace and earring set.20160617_103510-1

It get’s better.

Her note:

Dear Aunt Daleen, I made this necklace and earrings set for you.  The beads are made of paper and markers, rolled up, glued then sealed with nail polish. Inside each bead is a though of you.  Something we love, thankful for or remember about you.  Mom, Dad and I each wrote on them for you. 

She went on to tell me what they wrote.  Then ended the note by saying:

.….The mothers of my students liked the one’s we made for mother’s Day.  My mother loves hers as well.   enjoy, with love, J

20160617_103518I gotta tell you, this is a show stopper.

As I run the beads through my fingers I am smiling.  I am remembering all the good times and things we have done together.  I feel the smoothness.  All linked together.

I am so grateful, thankful and appreciative.

A charming and heartfelt gift to make. A treasure to receive.  Humbled to wear.

Heartfelt thanks dear sweet niece, how lovely of you to think of me and make something so beautiful and special.  A keepsake.

Today, as I scurry around our home, doing chores and such, I am wearing a beautiful necklace & earrings of pure goodness.

Have I mentioned lately….what a lucky girl I am?

I am.  I really am a lucky girl.

Smiling

 

 

 

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pressure cooker

Once, smack dab in the middle of the week before Christmas I started reading the latest Danielle Steel book.

You know the drill, Christmas, many moons ago, back when the boys were in pageants at church, gave gifts to school friends and teachers and were still young enough to be a bit squirrely as Christmas approached. After we lit the Advent candle/s and had a family meal, there was something planned/written on the calendar every single week night.  Pictures with Santa, a trip to feed real Reindeer and of course reading Christmas stories each night. The weekend rolled around and somehow we had to juggle a couple of invitations and managed to make it to all the parties, host one of our own and still take lovely thoughtful hostess gifts and handmade gifts for family and friends.  I wrapped gifts many a nights.  Almost became a tradition to race out two nights before the big day to buy more stocking stuffers.

It all became too big.  One morning, alone, I drove to the library.  I checked out one of the “hot picks”.  I drove straight home and poured myself a soda and started reading.

It was pure bliss.  Not one word of the story had anything to do with responsibilities & not a word was written about a holiday.   I would find time during the day to read a chapter or two.  I would finish wrapping more gifts at 1 in the morning, then stay up until 2 am to read more of the book.

I guess I needed a break.  I needed some place for the steam to escape.

Once, smack dab in the middle of moving to a new home, I decided to sew a dress for grand #2.  Her birthday is next month and I wanted to make sure I had something home-made just for her.  I purchased a card, bought a book she asked for and then I settled down to created the perfect owl jumper.  I put it in a special box and marked the box with huge letters  “SWEET GIRL’S BIRTHDAY GIFT”.

I made sure the sewing room was the very last on the list to be packed into cardboard boxes.   I needed my machine, scissors, pins and needles.  I needed to be able to sew a jingle bell inside.20160219_161024

Yes, all little girls need to have a jingle bell sewn into their dresses.  It reminds them that I am thinking about them and sending them oodles of goodness their way.  It reminds them that they are special.

I wanted to stop, right in the middle of the kaos, clutter, boxes, tape, sharpie marker and create something that she will love.

I guess I needed a break?  I needed a place for the steam to escape. As exciting and wonderful it is to be moving, the pressure cooker had reached its limit.  The steam was starting to sputter.

20160219_160954-1I wanted to make Sweet grand #2 more important than anything else in my world.

I am the luckiest girl in the world to have 3 grands.  It was of utmost importance that I stop every thing and make sewing the perfect owl jumper more important than anything.

It is my mission in life to always let our grands know they are the most important thing in our world.20160219_161034

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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short and sweet

One tricky part about having grandchildren in different states, is figuring out sweet and fun ways to tell them that we love them.

Oh sure, we send post cards, pictures, presents.  We Skype and chat on the phone.  We send greeting cards that are silly.

When visiting them, one thing I loved was going out to enjoy Frozen Yogurt.  Here is a secret, Papa and I did not get yogurt, we had our hands full trying to help two little girls.  You’d think we never raised kiddos?  Get the yogurt, choose the toppings, get napkins, pay, find a table, get more napkins, get another spoon,  help rearrange the chairs.   Gee, when did we fall out of practice?

I liked helping them maneuver their bowls and wait patiently while they chose the perfect toppings.  Sprinkles and blueberries, awwww, perfect choices.  20150920_184616-1

I made these felt piggy banks.  Flat, easy to mail.   The googly eyes make me giggle.

Papa filled the flat banks with paper money.

We wrote a note.

Please ask your parents to take you out for Frozen Yogurt.

…this little piggy went to market get frozen yogurt.

Goodness sakes I am grateful for grandchildren.  They make the world a better place.