My Weirdness Within Me Meme

Ok it is been awhile, things have been a bit crazy around here with me and a couple children being sick. The kids are doing better and I'm getting there, I am finally catching up on things and just discovered that I have been tagged by Anna to tell 6 things that are wierd about me. Now this could get scary :)


THE RULES: Each player of this game starts with the 6 weird things about you. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says you are tagged in their comments and tell them to read your blog.


1st. I can go all day without making my bed, could careless, just close the bedroom door. But when I go to bed I just have to make the bed and there can't be not one single wrinkle in my blankets or I can't sleep.

2nd. Chocolate Panda Paws is my all time favorite ice cream and will just forget about the bowl, grab a spoon and sit down with the container and eat away, yummms. Atleast I know it's claimed as mine and of course hide it in the back of the freezer :)

3rd. I rewrite my grocery list so it's organized to how the store is set up, so I can go by the list easier (is this really wierd or is my husband just calling me wierd ????)

4th. I love to eat sphaghettio's out of the can cold rather than heating them up, they taste so much better cold

5th. No matter how hot it is I have to have my blanky, yes I have a special fuzzy blanky that I just can't sleep without, it can be 90 degrees out and I am wrapped up in it.

6th. I am afraid of the dark, wierd I know but for whatever reason as I have grown old, I have become extremely terrified of the dark and will freak out whenever my wonderful husband turns out all the lights on me to pick, he finds this very funny

Now I guess I need to find 6 people to tag, hmmmm

The Weekend Begins

I will start this off with one of my favorite Scriptures that I was able to find, it is very inspirational to me and helps when I have a hard day, or just going through a rough period:

Matthew 11:28-30

"Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light."

All I can say and this really helps me in a hard time, is when things are hard is too look to God and lay your burdens down and let him carry you. Don't let your burdens weigh you down, He is always there to carry you through anything. I have trouble remembering to do this, but when I do remember and get down on my knees and look to him, a great weight is lifted from my shoulders.

It is finally Friday. The husband is off work for the weekend, and we are taking down our Christmas decorations, which also calls for a thorough cleaning of the house since it will pretty much be torn apart, and will be packing up the decorations and have to unpack my regular decorations. It will be a rather busy weekend.

Kaitlynn and Justin actually got their glasses this afternoon, being 8 and 13 they were pretty anxious about getting them. Now to see how long these ones last. Unlike their little sister, they don't want their picture taken though.

Have been working away at my baby blanket for my new nephew that still has yet to make his arrival. He is really taking his time getting here. As long as he is healthy that is all that matters, mommy is starting to now get irritatble and quite uncomfortable. So keeping them both in our prayers that all goes well for them.

I did manage to get some pictures of my on going projects.

First is my squares for our seasons afghan swap at Lullabies and Lace:


I have managed to get four done so far and am working on my fifth. My challenge is going to be to decide who gets which one, hmmm.










This picture is of my progress on my baby blanket for new nephew when he gets here:

I am doing it in Bernat Baby Soft, variegated blue, solid blue and white. I am little more than half way done.











This picture is of a blanket for my nephew Dakota that I have been stalling on for some time now. It is a MOEZ graphghan that I designed with PcStitch. As you can see I am not that far on it, but will pick it back up and hopefully have it done in time for his b-day in July.














That is pretty much about it, until I do some more testing at Lullabies :)

Today I also managed to remind myself how to do HTML and add to my Angel's Place website which is a memorial to our son that we lost in 1995. I have also decided that this years resolution is that I am going to begin making small blankets and gowns for preemies and parents that have experienced losses like we have and donate them to our local hospitals. I have a blanket that was given to us, when we lost little Steven and also a gown that he is in, because of someone that cared enough to create items like this. And I have decided that it is now time for me to help someone and give back.

Well it is now Story time and my little stinker bug is getting antsy because she knows it's close to bed time so I will sign off for the evening.

Have a good night all.

Library and errands day

Well today my daughter states that she is a 5 yr old big girl, since she turned five on New Years Eve. She is sporting her new glasses that we went to pick up after preschool this morning. She is so proud of herself that she can now see better and let them alone on her face. She had a pair when she was two and we couldn't her to leave them alone for nothing, and they got broke, but her statement this morning to me was "I'm five now mommy, five year olds don't break things". I just had to laugh and hug her. She is just a little angel and sweet as pie. Wednesday is our Library day, we spend some time at the Library reading, picking out books and movies to bring home for the week. She was having a wonderful time today as she had to show everyone at the Library her new glasses, everyone there just loves when she comes in and tries to help people put their books in the return bin, if we're waiting our turn. After posting this, her movie for this afternoon she picked out is Charlottes Web.

In less than an hour her brothers and sister will be home. Her one brother and sister need to go get their glasses so it will be back to the place again this afternoon. Then homework and dinner time.

Well of course my daughter just had to show off her new glasses and wanted all of mommy's friends to see, so a pic was to be taken. She is wearing a design by Anna, at Lullabies and Lace.com, where I am blessed to be able to test her designs for her. The design is the tank top from the Freedom Belle set.

Have a wonderful day and I am off to spend the rest of the day with my children, we are also anxiously awaiting the arrival of our new nephew. Our niece has been in labor since 1 am New Years Day. She is at home, and is doing well.

My very first post after a rough weekend

well this is my first time beginning a blog which I have been really wanting to do for a while now.
my first post is after a rough beginning to my new year. Not going to go into anything at the moment other than I really wish that more people really understood the real meaning of Christmas and what God has given us all. I am just glad that I still have a lot of family around me for support to get through this hard time. My husband has been good to me and it has also been hard on him as well.

A story that was just posted on another one of my groups I would really like to share, I think really gets to the meaning of Christmas and is the person that I really strive to be, as I post this tears are streaming down my face, so you may want to have a tissue handy. It is a very inspirational story. And it really spoke to me in many ways and hope that it does to someone else as well.

CHRISTMAS MIRACLE Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl. "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend?, Your sister?" "Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly. Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!" the child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly. Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas. When they finished their visit, the grandmother came over to help the child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted. "What is it?" Santa asked warmly. "Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but" , the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors, "the girl in the photograph, is my granddaughter... well, you see, she has leukemia and isn't expected to make it even through the holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes. "Is there any way, Santa, any possible way that you could come see Sarah? That's all she's asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa." Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do. Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon. He knew what he had to do. "What if it were MY child lying in that hospital bed dying," he thought with a sinking heart, "this is the least I can do." When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying. He asked the assistant location manager how to get to Children's Hospital. "Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face. Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmohter earlier that day. "C'mon....I'll take you there," Rick said softly. Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa. They found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall. Santa quietly peeked in the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah on the bed. The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the grandmother and the girl's brother he had met earlier that day. A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mohter stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin hair off her forehead. And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with a weary, sad look on her face. THey were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family, and their love and concern for Sarah. Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!" "Santa!" shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to run to him, IV tubes intact. Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug. A child the tender age of his own son--9 yrs old--gazed up at him with wonder and excitement. Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes. His heart melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in the room. As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering "thank you" as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes. Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she'd been a very good girl that year. As their time together dwindled, Santafelt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl's mother. She nodded in agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands. Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels. "oh, ye, Santa...I do!" she exclaimed "Well, I'm going to ask that angels watch over you," he said. Laying one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and and prayed. He asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease. He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing softly, "Silent Night, Holy Night, all is calm, all is bright." The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah at them all. When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah's frail, small hands in his own. "Now, Sarah," he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on getting well. I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at Mayfair Mall this time next year!" He knew it was risky proclaiming that, to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he HAD to. He had to give her the greatest gift he could-not dolls or games or toys-but the gift of HOPE. "Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room. Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between them and they wept unashamed. Sarah's mother and grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and rushed to Santa's side to thank him. "My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly. "This is the least I could do." They nodded with understanding and hugged him. One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee for his six-week seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by and then one day a child came up to sit on his lap. "Hi, Santa! Remember Me?!" "Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her. After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to make each child feel as if they are the "only" child in the world at that moment. "You came to see me in the hospital last year!" Santa's jaw dropped. Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little miracle and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed. He scarcely recognized her, for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were rosy--much different from the little girl he had visited just a year before. He looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes. That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus. He had witnessed and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about this miracle of hope. This precious little child was healed. Cancer free, alive and well. He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank you, Father. 'Tis a very, Merry Christmas!"


Well as I end this I do certainly wish everyone health and happiness in the New Year. And of course lots of crocheting and yarn.