come sit awhile...

What to bring to card class...

2010-01-25T21:39:00.003-07:00

Hello, my card-making friends!
Here's the list of stuff to bring to class...

paper trimmer

scissors

hole punch for brads

adhesive including...

mounting tape or pop dots

liquid glue or glossy accents

brown ink

exacto knife and cutting mat

tapestry needle

Keep in mind that if you don't have the things on the list...don't fret...we are good sharers!

See you in class...Lesli

Cards anyone?

2010-01-14T22:18:00.018-07:00

Hello card making friends in Utah!

It's time for us to get together...

make some snazzy cards

and have a delicious meal courtesy of Chef Steve

(lasagna, a yummy salad and homemade breadsticks)

The themes for this month are
valentines, baby, wedding and thanks.

The cost is $20.

(Don't forget...bring a friend, you'll receive $5 off your next class.)

Thursday, January 28 at 6pm
or
Saturday, January 30 at 10am

It'll be in the clubhouse where I live.

Sunset Hollow in Thanksgiving Point

2602 N. Sunset View Way

Lehi, Utah

Hope you'll join us!

P.S. I'll be posting a "what to bring" list as class draws nearer.

P.S.S. Got any question? Post a comment. I'll post the answer here.

oxox

Just a few things I love about my guy...

2010-01-08T13:01:00.001-07:00

- he calls me beautiful...even when I'm not so beautiful
- he irons my clothes
- he has sparkly, blue eyes
- he fills my cup with marshmallows and then puts in the hot cocoa
- he has the house all clean when I come home from Arizona
- he wrestles with Luke, Adi and Paislee...all at the same time
- he has lots of beautiful white hair
- he yells, "Where's my girl?" when he walks in the front door
- he rubs my feet with baby oil when we watch TV
- he is an excellent golfer
- he goes to girl-type stores with me and doesn't complain
- he learned how to make lemon pound cake because it's my favorite
- he doesn't just give "piggy back" rides, he gives "bucking bronco" rides
- he loves it when Paislee hugs his leg
- he tells me he loves me at least ten times a day
- he shovels the snow before he goes to work
- he is honest
- he cooks and bakes for my card-making classes
- he loves my family
- he sings me silly songs about how much he loves me
- he squeegees the shower door after he showers
- he is gentle
- he believes in me
- he likes to grocery shop
- he thinks I'm cute when I read and do all the voices
- he brings me a taste of whatever he's cooking
- he always remembers to take out the garbage cans on garbage day
- he gets as excited about decorating the house as much as .I do
- he makes me laugh
- he thinks I'm funny
- he smiles really big when he sees me
- he makes homemade bread
- he loves his job
- he looks me in the eyes and smiles when I sing to him
- he goes to chick flicks with me
- he likes to snuggle
- he tells me that I'm good and that he wants to be like me
- he loves G & G day as much as I do
- he knows how to forgive
- he has a "lesli" playlist on his iPod
- he is familiar
- he brings me my own little cup of cookie dough when he makes cookies
- he answers the phone, "Hello, beautiful girl!" when I call him
- he makes heart-shaped pancakes for the grandkids
- he makes what's important to me important to him
- he colors my hair when I can't afford to pay someone to do it
- he calls me "sweet girl"
- he returns things for me when I decide I don't want them
- he fills my car with gas
- he brings me white cake with buttercream frosting from The Chocolate
- he holds my hand
- he is perfect for me...

Twenty. Ten.

2010-01-07T08:56:00.002-07:00

Twenty. Ten.
I like the sound of that.
Don't you?
Twenty. Ten.
Numbers you can depend on.
Solid.
Twenty. Ten.
Numbers that can stand on their own two feet.
Twenty. Ten.
The beginning of a brand [spankin'] new decade.
The beginning of our best year, yet!
Twenty. Ten.
I'm in!

WAKE UP call...or two!

2009-06-03T09:19:00.000-06:00

Have you ever had one of those moments where reality slaps you in the face...really, really hard? Well, I had two. Let me share...

WAKE-UP CALL #1 - Steve and I shimmied down the aisle to the back of the plane, right side, by the window where I always sit. I sat down and began to put my seat belt on. I slid the buckle clear to the very end and proceeded to slide it in to the buckle. It didn't reach. I sucked in. It didn't reach. Still sucking in, I sit up nice and tall. It didn't reach. Sucking in, nice and tall, butt plowed into back of seat...still doesn't reach. I'm screaming (in my raspy holding-my-breath voice) while turnig blue, "Steve...help!!!" CLICK...exhale!!!

WAKE-UP CALL #2 - We got home from our vacation in Portland/Seattle where we'd done LOTS of walking...up and down hilly streets...sometimes with a 2-year old on my shoulders and always with a 7-year old holding my hand. Anxious to see if we'd lost any weight after all of this exercise, we both climbed on the bathroom scale. Steve went first...okay...pretty much what we expected. I stepped on the scale carefully, making sure not to add that extra ".5" that shows up if you push too hard. That can't be right. I hop off. Try again...even more carefully than before. I WEIGH THREE POUNDS MORE THAN MY HUSBAND! Need I say more?

So how 'bout it friends? Have you ever had a wake-up call? For whatever reason? Let's share...and hopefully, along the way, we'll have a few laughs and maybe end up being a little bit better off than we were to begin with...

Tangles in Your Tummy

2009-05-31T13:51:00.000-06:00

Gramma: "So do you kids want to eat lunch or go swimming first?"

Adilynn: "We need to swim first because if you eat first, sometimes you get tangles in your stomach."

Mmmmm...

2008-02-18T21:27:00.001-07:00

That's one smart cookie!

my wish...

2007-10-24T00:27:00.000-06:00

I left work tonight at 11:07. It was just me and the evening sky. The temperature was perfect. You know...when you can't feel anything...not hot, not cold...just perfect. I walked under this huge pine tree that we have by our office and I heard birds...lots of them. It wasn't a scary bird clamor. It was a joyful noise, lots of chattering, probably lots of girl birds talking about irrelavent things that were only important to the bird who was chirping.
I thought of my granddaughter, Adi. I remembered her mom telling me about an afternoon last summer when she came into the house wearing a hat, sunglasses and binoculars. She had ranch-flavored sunflower seeds and a note pad and pencil. She had been doing some serious bird-watching and was prepared to feed and illustrate her bird friends if she happened to venture upon any of them.
To her avail, she didn't spot one bird...but her Uncle Chad told her about the barn swallows that used to roost in Granny Goose's doorway and drew her a picture. She was then satisfied with her bird-watching efforts as she nibbled on her sunflower seeds.
On the way home tonight, the clock turned to 11:11. I made a wish. I wished that someday soon Adi and I could sit under the big pine tree by my office and listen to the birds...