Heres to all the Working Women of America.

Heres to all the Working Women of America.


Put this image in your head as really sold and it will sell. My sister Photo-Shopped a sold sign in front of it, so with everyone focusing on the outcome it will send it out to the universe and the end result will come sooner. The house will sell in no time flat.

I have to say it was the hardest thing to redo. It had 4 layers of oil based paint, starting with white, yellow, blue and then red. The blue and the red, still wanting to come through and peek their ugly little heads out, which meant that I had to put 2 layers of primer, and 4 layers of white paint. It took paint remover, and sanding to get it done. And it is far from perfect. And at this point I don't care. I put the appliques on the doors. Behind the doors are three pull out drawers that I'll be able to use for more things.


DADDY'S EMPTY CHAIR
A man's daughter had asked the local minister
to come and pray with her father.
When the minister arrived,
he found the man lying in bed with his head
propped up on two pillows.
An empty chair sat beside his bed.
The minister assumed that the old fellow
had been informed of his visit.
'I guess you were expecting me, he said.
'No, who are you?' said the father.
The minister told him his name and then remarked,
'I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew
I was going to show up.'
'Oh yeah, the chair,' said the bedridden man.
'Would you mind closing the door?'
Puzzled, the minister shut the door.
'I have never told anyone this,
not even my daughter,' said the man.
'But all of my life I have never
known how to pray.
At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer,
but it went right over my head.'
I abandoned any attempt at prayer,'
the old man continued, '
until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me,
'Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter
of having a conversation with Jesus.
Here is what I suggest.
'Sit down in a chair;
place an empty chair in front of you,
and in faith see Jesus on the chair.
It's not spooky because he promised,
'I will be with you always'.
'Then just speak to him in the same way
you're doing with me right now.'
'So, I tried it and I've liked it so much
that I do it a couple of hours every day.
I'm careful though . If my daughter saw me talking
to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown
or send me off to the funny farm.'
The minister was deeply moved by the story and
encouraged the old man to continue on the journey.
Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil,
and returned to the church.
Two nights later the daughter called
to tell the minister that her daddy
had died that afternoon.
Did he die in peace?' he asked.
Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock,
he called me over to his bedside,
told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek.
When I got back from the store an hour later,
I found him .
But there was something strange about his death.
Apparently, just before Daddy died,
he leaned over and rested his head on the chair
beside the bed. What do you make of that?'
The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said,
'I wish we could all go like that.'
Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.
I asked God for water, He gave me an ocean.*
I asked God for a flower, He gave me a garden.*
I asked God for a friend, He gave me all of YOU...
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God.

Back in October last year I visited my sister Gail, in Albuquerque. We went to several Antique Shops. So many I can't remember.

As you see my Garage is full. I have brought home the furniture in my parents home here. Now I have projecst to do again. I have the two dark dressers that I want to paint white, one with a mirror.

Can you imagine having this in your bedroom ?. It's a little much, but I think it would be fun.
I like the lines of this bed and the other furniture. I could see this in my room and would be very happy.
This is really pretty. The room it's in is sunny and cheerful. I would love to have a bedroom like this in my home.



This is in honor of Pink Friday. I thought I'd be different and share something beautiful in nature that we don't really think much about when we want to share.

My welcome sign and this sweet hummingbird plaque. And my doorbell since mine no longer works after the Rat's ate the wire.

Just wanted to show my little Cameo Ladies. I've had these for years, and have always hung them over my fireplaces. I found them at Thrift Town years back.

So after 10 years here I finally decided to rearrange my living room. Yes, 10 YEARS. When you live in a small place, you don't have much to work with. But yesterday I decided to give it the old college dropout try.


I was cleaning and rearranging my pantry/cabinet yesterday. And you know when you get things and forget you have them ? Well these are just a few things I have that I did forget about.

One of my Ebay finds these cherubs, I think it's original use is holy water. And the pearls I purchased a few months back in a thrift store.

I'm a shy Bathroom Diva. Sheila at Note Song's is having this event. You'll see more bathroom than diva in this picture. Bad hair day.

This was to be the Family Bible. My mother started writing in it, but never finished it for some reason.
These illustration's are simply beautiful.
I can imagine what they look like in person.
And other little treasures. A picture of all the Aunts with the cousins. My mom on the upper left was pregnant with me when this was taken, so in a sense I was in the picture.

I had these aprons for awhile now, they belonged to my mother. I remember her wearing some of them at holiday time. She was such a pretty woman and I loved to see her get dressed up with her pretty things. I have no idea how long she had these, I am guessing about 30-40 years.

Jann from A Vintage Heart gave this Brilliant Award to me. I'll place it along with my others.

I wanted to share this glass bowl. It belonged to my mother. I remember her having plastic fruit. Do you remember plastic fruit ?. I remember the grapes, apples, pears, and bananas. I am not sure what I'll use it for, I don't have plastic fruit. I also remember one year mom and dad purchased a new refrigerator and inside were plastic things like, lettuce, a frosted cake and a few other things I can't remember. That was a bonus, because it gave us more to play with. Don't know what ever happened to those.

Well I give up. I borrowed a lawn mower from a dear friend and went over to my parents home to mow the lawn. So excited to get that behind me.
Well guess what ? I plugged it in and pushed the button and it didn't start. What the hell ?.
I call them up in Oregon, and asked what was I doing wrong. Well I wasn't doing anything wrong it just didn't start. Wouldn't you know it, now I have 2 lawnmowers that don't work. How am I suppose to get this done ?. I am close to tears out of frustration. I am beginning to think something or someone's trying to tell me something. What that is, I am certain I do not know. It is making me think why aren't I able to get this done. What is the message that I am suppose to get out of this. Is it that, the house needs to wait till it's ready ? I simply don't know.
And pulling weeds, is like pulling teeth, the molars they don't want to come out easy. The thorny ones have poked me so many times I feel like a pin cushion.
So what's a girl to do I ask you ?
Thanks to all of you for your support. I means a lot to know other care about you.
Somehow I will get this done. I want the house on the market and out of my hair, ARGH !!
