I Always Did Love Kindergarten, Especially Art!

Look how happy we are. My friend and I. We're giddy with joy! We've just discovered we're bonafide arteests...the lady at the shop told us we were. And I quote, "You cannot mess up your picture. You are bonafide arteests." I'm taking the lady's word for it.





Quick, somebody, where's my french beret?





I plan on taking the paint-by-number world by storm.

With the flourish only a true arteest posesses, I signed my piece...in gold.

Using a magic marker.

The life of an arteest is so misunderstood.

We're complicated, never knowing what we want, think or feel at any given moment. Take my picture for example. Do I want to sit down? Or, am I needing flowers, fake ones because I kill the other kind, to cheer my weary soul. Perhaps I just copied what the teacher did because that's what we were supposed to do. We'll never know, will we?

Hey kids! Look what you're getting for Christmas this year! I know, I shouldn't have, but you know what? You're worth it.

Next year will be even better. I'll paint our family portrait wearing my fancy French beret. And I might become a fireman or a superhero. I always did love art and kindergarten.

I Just Really Like Them.

I just really like her too, don't you?

These words are really like my favorite words in the whole world. Really. They just like, are. I can't explain why.

I. just. really. like. them. Really.

Unfortunately, these words and my fondness for using them as often as possible and then some, may be the demise of my "rich and famous" writing career. At least according to everything I've read about launching my world famous cookie recipe. I mean, writing career.

Like, they just might really, really destroy all chances of me being a world renowned author. Of course, I've still got my evil cookie empire plot as plan B, so no worries.

But still.

It ticks me off. And makes me angry. Now I'm mad. Furious, actually.

Who determines these "things" anyway? Like, I just really don't understand.

Okay, already. I'll move on and find other words. Bigger, more profound, intellectual words. Words such as obsequious, which means fawning attention, or ameliorate, which means to lessen.

I'll start wearing a tweed jacket and smoking a pipe. In the summer and winter months.

I really will. I just will. And I'll like it. Really.

p.s. I personally found this post to be like really annoying, I just did. I'm going to go beat my head against a wall now, for real. (shorter variation of really) Anyone want to join me? In beating my head against a wall, I mean?

Garage Sales Are My Life?

My goodness I love going to garage sales. The thrill of the early morning hunt, not knowing exactly what you're going to find, but knowing that you are going to find something...
CHEAP.
Outta my way people!! Lady with a baby comin' through!!
Amazing, the low down dirty tricks I'm willing to resort to. For other peoples junk.

And when I say cheap, I mean for almost nothing.
You want 50cents for that?? What, are you crazy? How 'bout a nickel?

Smile, wink, wink.

Or the $5.00 office chair, worth a $100.
How 'bout $3 bucks? No? Well then, you can just keep your stupid ol' office chair. (While I sit here this very moment with my back hurting because I should've paid the five. *sigh* Oh, well. Here comes this Saturday!)

Sometimes I'll splurge for no good reason and spend $2 dollars on something I absolutely do not need. Then I have to get rid of it, because I just do, and give it to Goodwill. Oh, I hate that. Especially when my mom comes to visit and wants to go to every Goodwill in town. And buy the stuff I gave it.

Sometimes I find amazing, beyond amazing, to infiniti and back stuff. Well that only happened once. When I was with my mom and we found a Tiffany lamp that she later sold for boo-koo bucks. Good thing she bought it, cause they wanted $15 whole dollars, what are you crazy? She's not as cheap as I am. And, she didn't even know it was a Tiffany at the time.

Anyway, I usually find little stuff that makes my heart sing. Like these salt shakers. $1
I needed new salt and pepper shakers, bad. I've already used them like 20 times since Saturday. They are awesome!



But this was my piece de la resistance...

A new wallet for 50cents. Adorable. This is the front.

And the back. I love, love, love it! I know, you're jealous aren't you? I would be too if I were you.

Sand and Stars and Faith...

"And so from this one man, and he as good as dead, came descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as countless as the sand on the seashore..." Hebrews 11:12

I went to the beach yesterday, and as I lay there soaking up the rays I took a small handful of sand and watched as it sifted through my fingers. And God reminded me of this verse. Staring at each grain of sand I thought of how faith works and how great God is. He's always taking the smallest thing and multiplying it, making it more and better and bigger than we ever could on our own.

By Faith.

"But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him." Hebrews 11:6

"Lift your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these?

He who brings out the starry host one by one, and calls them each by name. " Isaiah 40:26

How great is our God!

He's got you. He's numbered every hair on your head, and he's got you. Whatever you are going through today, have some faith. Give the problem, the situation, the mountain , the impossiblity to Him and then relax.

"I long to see you so that I may impart to you some spiritual gift to make you strong-that is, that you and I may be mutually encouraged by each other's faith." Romans 1:11,12

From our beach to yours, with love.