Sunday, September 30, 2007
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
Did you ever just walk into a room and not like anything you see? I mean your own room(s). Today I walked out here and one by one discounted each area of my shop. I think it began with my whiteboard. Its full, intimidating yet exciting! I went to bed last night after having done the books for the month, thinking that I had a "jump" on it. I was disappointed having not made my goal for the month. Grunt. The last thing I looked at was THE whiteboard. Turning off all the lights and lifting Rudy to my shoulder, I wondered off scratching things tired and a bit perplexed.I spy the dusty rose thread HANGING from a quilt hanger, and where the heck is my favorite purple that I need tomorrow? I wondered, as I do DAILY... how to work smarter, not harder. It truly escapes me these days. Being a waitress, you learn to never go anywhere empty handed, making few trips as possible to your end destination. As a Director, you make lists and delegate as much as you can in order for ALL to reach the destination. As a busy Mom you schedule everyone according to their abilities, until you have a well oiled machine of an environment..... As a sole proprietor.... sigh...escaping me right now too damn it. Do I hand Rudy and Ginger a list? Hire a Girl Friday? Sleep less? Spend less time on the computer? Cant, Cant, hmmm, cant, and wont. There must some way be able to put ALL THOSE ABOVE skills, into this one. I know its here somewhere! I welcome ideas, comments, lets brainstorm here. This is a problem, lets find some solutions, I'll send you the results K?
Thursday, September 27, 2007
My Hubby Teacher does this with his students, I think he is brilliant:) enjoy!
A professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. Again they agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes."
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things---your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full."
"The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car."
"The sand is everything else--the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you."
"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Work hard, play hard. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first....the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled and said, "I'm glad you asked. The coffee just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Is the latest audio read in the shop and I wanted to share my review with you. It is the easiest of analogy type books I have ever read for self help! Who moved My Cheese stars Sniff and Scurry, (the mice) and Hem & Haw (the little people). You dont have to be a business owner, a manager, or even an executive to glean from this many lightbulb moments for chasing away fears, accepting change, and yes even driving to ones dreams. I think that Parents, wives, husbands, students, and yes especially quilters, would enjoy this light hearted read.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
For 365 miles I pondered things like why are all the wineries on this James Dean HWY stretch? Who has that much money to build such fantastic mini mansions anyway? Why were there cows in these hills when all you can see are grapevines? And look! The cows are laying down it must be raining! ( Blima-ism)
I pondered the future, and my families dynamics quite a bit. I wondered how they would change, and I KNOW that change is coming. It always does. I spent a great deal of time thinking about my adult children, and what is to come of us all. I must have walked myself through 30 years trying make sense of dysfunctions. I decided that we all have out own personal cross to bear in life eh? At some point we are adults, make our own choices, and cant hold other people responsible for them. I was dealt a hand of cards, it is up to me to play them. One of the greatest things age brings is wisdom I think. Through life we have made mistakes, and hopefully learned from them. Its too bad that you cant just hand this over to someone, wrap it up in a pretty box with ribbon and say "Here, I want you to have this, cause I love you so much". Lets call it the gift of enlightenment.The last leg of my drive home the sun was setting on a familiar corner. Where the water meets the road and the ocean breeze hits me. You know the corner. I decided to ponder the next weeks workload. I am very happy to have such a great job and place to work in. I pondered the new memory quilt being built for the Epilepsy foundation this month. How ironic that I will be making it in Laurel Burch fabrics, and she passed this month of yet another horrid disease. I will miss her happy prints, her whimsical ways. I wondered how so many women with these debilitating diseases can be so happy and productive? Why cant my Mom? Sally Fields came to mind here... so I laughed at myself, then I cried some more. I gotta tell ya... I much prefer the shallow drive to, as opposed to the heavy drive home. Today I shall ponder 3 rush jobs before my classes in So Cal! I'm coming Ronda!
Monday, September 24, 2007
Happy Marvelous Monday oh great blog readers:) I'm home and once again I did 730 miles, and accomplished MANY things! What things you say? Well..............
I delivered some drop dead gorgeous quilts to happy customers and picked up several more to brighten the shop with. ( wait, let me turn on those cool bullets K?
I dined with a few of my children Thursday evening, kissing the grand babies. You wouldn't believe how my grandson has grown! I think he will pass his Dad one day! Aviana gave me one of the greatest gifts I have ever recieved in life. She said to me......
Nonni? Wheres Ginger? (at the beach with pappa) Nonni, wheres da bird? (at the beach with pappa, Nonni.? Yes Avi? I will always lub you. :::insert inheritance security here:::
I made it through my Dads surgery with Mom and sis. He is one tough old man eh?
I enjoyed a manicure with Mom ( hey new blog title) Her health is failing so fast I am very afraid. I think Diabetes is on my top 10 hate list.
I played with my niece and nephew via iphone and heard all the news of homecoming dates. Jackie's dress is just amazing:)
I spent some good time "chewing the fat" with my Sis, and we wished that our newly found brother was with us to chew even more. I made a huge pot of Blimas chicken soup for Ma...We shopped a little, and yes, there were new shoes involved in this:) ( sneakers....with the letter G all over them, lets pretend it doesn't mean GUESS ok?)
Sunday...well Sunday was a rough day.... Dad was released into a (rehab so soon huh?) Mom had a meltdown in the center...We all congregated for lunch at my daughters home where in hindsight I think we auditioned for the Jerry Springer Show! I did get to spend some time with my friend (who witnessed the JSS) and she gave me good therapy afterward. Thank You Heather, I made it home in a few less broken pieces, & Walt put the rest together with me.
I managed to get a few extra things done in all of this, like stopping at Smart & Final for a new BUNN carafe for my coffeemaker. ( I LOVE MY BUNN!) Getting things squared away with our rental home tennants, and even ran the car through the car wash again. Can you say Bugs? Found yummy Laurel Burch fabrics for my upcoming memory quilt for the Epilepsy Foundation...let see.....Im sure I did more that I cant recall, I was on speed dial..lol
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
As some of you may recall in an earlier blogabout, I like to use Mondays for a reflection on the past weeks events. Cathartic you say? Ok... I'll buy that for a quarter. Its good to know that even when we have a rough week, we can find the good in many of those lost hours. After pondering, it isn't so hard to make it thru a manic Monday after all.
- I was grateful to answer the phone to many local quilters calling for appointments after a long leisurely summer.
- Happy to have my machine give me no grief while I was slave girl in here.
- Thankful to have help with the housework, jeez I loathe these floors.
- Thrilled to have found a few perfect gifts for special loved ones near and far....especially Jerry Garcia tie for Walt! lol His new suspender fetish has me so tickled! Wait til he sees whats in the mail!
- So grateful for a heartwarming e-mail from a customer singing my praises when I could not.
- Happy to have Walt brainstorm with me and help me make sense of things.
PS: Bullets are fun! LOL
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Sunday, September 16th ............ Happy Birthday Jake! Every September I see sons and grandson age... guess this means I see me age... wow... time is flying by now! And I WONDER why I have a tough time every September???
23 years ago I gave birth to the biggest of my boys weighing in at 10.5... can I get an OMG? Today he towers all of us at 6.something, but whos counting? He has been home from Iraq now a difficult year, and we fear headed back for his second tour any day now. I'm not happy about this. He is in Transportation and I dont even want to talk about that.. so lets discuss other stuff, K? He is a new Father now, so he will deployed with even more interests left at home. Oh I forgot.. not talking about that.
Jake has always been a curious, knowledge seeking kid..oh sorry, he isnt a kid anymore right? Question boy back then(and now) he had himself into everything! He loves to cook, and always has. Baseball was his claim to fame as a child and we loved all the games. I especially liked his MVP years.
He loves Pismo too, and tearing up the dunes on the ATV's. He doesnt like my parrot, and the feelings are mutual. Below is a collage Walt made for him to take with him with all of us in it... ( see rudy? LOL) (its funny!) I honestly dont see where 23 years went... It seems like yesterday I was hauling he and his friends around with baseball bats and koolaid. Reality is, yesterday was actually a rough Christmas with him away in Iraq. But 23 years ago, a special day indeed. Happy Birthday Dear Jake, I love you.
Friday, September 14, 2007
In my car on the rear view mirror, I carry a charm that reads "Life is a Journey". I am sure that many have heard this a thousand times over. It is my subjective opinion, that all of us choose how to take the ride. Each and everyday, we make choices, some large, and some small. They all affect the ride.
I recently read something on Carla’s blog that intrigued me, and gave me pause as well. It was her 5 tips on how to be creative. How to let the juices flow so to speak. I have pondered this all week. In the midst of a few personal trials of my own, I had to ask myself. Why arent you being creative this week? Why are you blue G? You havent dreamed up a good recipe, nor played with any new skills on the long arm.. why not? Do you need to do Carlas 5 step program? ( I often have self -talks, please induldge a few minutes more)
(Hang on, let me get some more coffee, this is gonna be chatty.. wanna cuppa?)
I decided that its comes down to more than just choices. Its stress! Stress in personal and professional lives cause stress, which cause aging, which cause tummy aches (and more) and causes me not to be in harmony with myself!
In trying to manage stress, I feel that sometimes I am my own worst enemy! What stands between the organized chaos and serenity? ME!!!
So how can I/we combine choices and stress free healthy living in order to be more creative? OK, I shall make some rules.
* We cannot be perfect, so stop trying to be.
I cant tell you how many times I am waiting for the perfect time, place, or person to make things right for me! I dont need to be perfect, just good enough for me.
*We cannot be everyones everything, either you enjoy what I have to offer in trade as a friend, partner, relative etc..., or you dont.
Whether you like it or not, some people aren’t going to like you/me... so what? I cant be a chameleon and be everything to everyone. So be it. In business and relationships, decide who you are and what you stand for, and live it.
* Don’t try to epitomize the title MULTI-TASKER.
My Dad actually used to call himself, Jack of all trades, master of none. (keyword: master of none) Thats bologna I say...But still I try to do it all? Ay Dios Mio! Don’t spread yourself too thin, you really cannot be the best at everything that you want.
* Learning to say no is one very hard lesson.
At the end of the day.... there are times when you simply have too much going on to stay productive. Sometimes there is too much on your plate, and it will not let you drive to your own dreams!
It can be hard saying no...stop now, hold up a minute.... and you may feel badly about it, but you’ll be happier, you’ll get more done and the people you live with will actually be better off for it as well. My hubby feels so bad saying NO to me, I know this, but sometimes he must because I can really dream large, live large, get so excited about things that I become the Pied Piper!
* Make time for yourself.
Now that my hobby has become my profession. I find that ME time escapes me. What do I like to do NOW to relax? Have a glass of wine... go to the beach and listen to the sounds, smell the ocean air, and watch every birds actions. I recently found that I MUST schedule this in, or it just wont happen. It does clear my mind and renews some energy. Scheduling this in, seemed to give me more motivation to get things done sooner in the shop. I have often found myself throwing hands in the air and going shopping... (oh, u already knew that)
*Do NOTHING whenever you can.
Or as my Walt calls it, underwear days! It is a down time... whether its an hour or a day, its doing absolutely nothing And let me tell you, for a multi-tasker, it ISNT for the faint at heart, but once mastered, its rejuvenating! Have you ever tried to do nothing? Its not easy! Often times I KNOW when my blood pressure is soaring out of control and really need underwear days:)
* Treat yourself like you do your best friends.
Do you ever compliment yourself? Give yourself the praise you dole out to others? It makes me feel good doing both! Buying yourself something pretty should be guilt free too! How about making your friend a special something? Make 2. I love making those that I love feel special. I need to do the same for me.
To sum this all up for ya.. cause I know I’ve probably bored you right into work today...Life is full of obstacles, distractions, and temptations, and yes, problems to solve. It will never stop coming. I believe it takes an open mind and a positive attitude. The cups STILL HALF FULL! I see it over there! And if this sounds a bit like I’m hugging myself today, ... Why ...by George, I think you’re right!
Complaining miserably is quite stressful on your body and mind, not to mention emotionally draining. Its a choice about stress. I am choosing to give stress the boot right out the back door and continue on my journey happily. Won’t you join me? And Carla? Thanks for the ponder!
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
4 cups flour
Labels: Foodie Fridays
Years pass, and still the Amy Grant Tribute to 911 makes me weepy. Young sons going off to fight, (including one of my own) not only give us great pride, but scare us right to our very core. People arguing left and right over what exactly IS wrong and right, and I wonder what happened to all the unity in this Country following the events of that dreadful day.
Monday, September 10, 2007
I say... MAKE IT a marvelous Monday anyway!
Even when you face a full whiteboard and then some.
When the loaded quilt wont quilt itself, (dang, shoulda bought the statler)
Even when you are staring down dirty dishes from the laziness of the night before.
When your dog has strewn things all over every floor in the house.
When you just noticed that you forgot a September birthday cause you are still whining about the last birthday!
When your list was longer than the tablet so you threw the tablet at the dog when you discovered yet another shoe destroyed. (oh thats gonna cost me)
When you just dont think Mondays are quite so marvelous...
Just make it happen! How you say? I have rules...... (Vee Have Vays)
*Phone a friend, sis, Ma, daughter, or anyone else who lubs ya just cause you're you. (they gotta lub ya, and they might be inclined to do a little retail therapy with you.
*Clean the kitchen. It doesnt matter whats a mess, when the kitchens clean, the house feels better, and you need room for stuff from retail Therapy.
* A warm tortilla with butter. ( damn it, I'm out of butter, see retail therapy)
*Blog about Marvelous Mondays (pppffftt, I'm tryin here people?)
I'm outa here... guess what I'm going to do?
Pregnancy, labor and delivery was very normal and indeed a happy time. Jamie was the prettiest little boy you ever saw. Big bright blue eyes, long and lanky, blond hair in ringlets. He looked (still does) just like his Father. James was quite healthy until his first birthday when we were told that he had asthma, not just chronic colds and flu like symptoms. I remember many a night sleeping on his nursery floor, at his door, and yes, sometimes right in his crib with him. ( I know u got a visual, and yes, its real) I wasn't happy unless I could feel his breath right on me. We had breathing machines, 7 different kinds of medications, and I for one was afraid all the damn time. Looking back, there were so many things I COULD have done differently, but I can say with all honesty , that I did the best I knew how at the time. The doctors all said that he would outgrow it, and they were right, but man what a ride!
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Labels: Movie Views
Saturday, September 8, 2007
I met Ronda at MQS this year, and practically begged her to begin a teaching career... she actually listened to me! (Jeez how I'd love to believe it was all my fault huh? lol) I have been following her quilt journey for quite some time now. I'm fortunate to be able to pick her brain! And as long as there are teachers like this, I will continue to learn, and thrive!
Do you remember reading about my accident and recovery days? The last quilt (in chair) done, long before I had a grand daughter to make it for? Still hanging? Yep yep yep... I'm bringing it to her! Us! Me? Grunt. Ronda, no pressure woman...lol its ONLY AVIANA'S!
Here's a picture of the top, and back... now remember... no piecing experience (or anything else back then) so be gentle, go get some rose colored glasses on or something. I fell in love with the tulle (sp ck). No one ever told me to cut off selvages, or use quarter inch seams, or press to the dark for that matter... I was just sitting there dreaming of a grand daughter to give it to:) I'm still not sure that I want to part with it to be honest? Its kind of a part of history now, a daily reminder of where I've been, how I got here, and how far I've come. ::sigh:: I have often been tempted to redo the entire thing, and do it the right way, but then, I'd be disturbing history instead of preserving it. No Can Do.
I know you're thinking move on eh? Well... I have.. I think it keeps me humble? Not sure, I'll ponder that and save for another blogabout:) Look for future blog title, The Primitive Crinoline Lady...LOLOL
Class is October 3, 4th, and 5th. Wanna come with me? I'll drive! Hey! We can sneak in a Disneyland day! Do they sell wine there? Hmmm... thinkin.....
Friday, September 7, 2007
|What color is your soul painted?|
Your soul is painted the color orange, which embodies the characteristics of balance, heat, enthusiasm, flamboyance, playfulness, aggression, over-emotion, danger, desire, strengthens the ability to concentrate, attraction, adaptability, and stimulation. Orange falls under the element of Fire, and symbolizes glory and fruits of the earth.
Quizzes and Personality Tests
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Isn't this the cutest lil bear you ever saw? In desperate need of the salon eh?(next week) She is a little pistol thats for sure. Yes, that is an assortment of my shoes she has dragged into the shop this morning. We love her to pieces, and she works on our last nerves too. She STILL is in need of obedience training, however she is a smart cookie and has learned plenty already. I think the only problems we have now is her jack Russell impressions.. she can jump so high NOTHING is safe around her! She has taken a fancy to the snatch and run game. Doesn't matter from where either.. desktop, table, bar, end table... patio table.. SNATCH IT, she's not looking! The worst one of course being the hamper in my room... we wont discuss what she comes parading down the stairs with ok?
She loves her toys. Her favorite below, the barking puppy. She likes her puppy so much that we had to go to Walmart and buy her another one! ( she wore out the batteries on the first) I should have bought them all huh? Blima do you remember the white one? Oh how she loves this darn thing!
She and Rudy have bonded adequately. I think Rudy has found a form of entertainment, and Ginger the possessive bossy type, has to be in charge of things. Rudy calls to her by name, she comes in and the 2 of them begin a hoppy, barky, screechy game, always ending with laughter from Rudy and us! You see, Ginger doesn't like Rudy to cause a ruckus in the house... so when he starts his parrot Olympics on his treetop,screeching and cursing.... she gets upset and runs to tell him off. I WISH I KNEW HOW TO USE U TUBE TO SHOW U THIS!!! I swear I could win the funniest home animal show with these 2. She still prefers her own bed at night beside our bed, after, of course she has a rousing game of THE CLAW with her human Daddy. Her color is just gorgeous and she is a hit on the beaches. Speaking of beaches... She darn near has accidents when approaching the beach because of her excitement! She loves it there! Doesn't matter if shes digging, running, chasing kids or flapping in the water, she is happiest there. Its so cute to watch her tire herself out , then curl up to the fire when she cant play anymore. We buried her once though...she hated it.. I didn't have the camera...darn it. (I'll do it again k?)
So Happy Birthday Dear Ginger, you can stay:)
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Airports have now begun asking those wearing turbans to take off their head-wear for security reasons... SO WHAT?
I swear, sometimes the news gets me so steamed up! And I keep reading it every morning!!! ( note to self: read more quilt books instead)
(CBS) New York: The new federal policy of checking hats when going through airport security is causing a serious controversy, with many now asking: Is it a necessary security measure or an act of religious/racial profiling? If you make it through airport security, Federal screeners can now search or pat down a passenger's hat in search of illegal items or weapons. Sounds like a good idea to me... Why are they cryin???Some see this new checkpoint as illegal....One group, The Sikhs –says.... the new hat policy is focused on those who wear turbans is racial profiling. SO WHAT?
GET OVER IT! Others could have guns or knives or bombs under their turbans. I say we should have been uncovering all add on wear - baseball caps, helmets, turbans, scarves, etc., a long time ago. It is VERY possible that someone would have a weapon under one of those -just like I could have a boxcutter in my Crocs! We, or the powers at be should not care about whether or not anyone is upset with the new rules. I don't like that I have to carry my lipstick and hand lotion in a plastic bag, but you don't see airport security bending the rules for me. We all have to take off our sweaters and shoes. Why should those with turbans be exempt? GRUNT.
Singh, a Sikh who wears his turban as part of his religion, was stopped recently when he flew out of his home airport in Washington D.C. He objected to having his turban patted down after he had passed the metal detector, "What I had to go through was not only humiliating, but a demeaning situation to get onto this flight," Singh says. ( say it in your best accent please) Singh finally agreed to the pat down, but asked it to be done behind closed doors.
A WORD to the Sikhs- You are not the victims here! Excuse me, but everytime my underwire bra sets off the metal detector (which is everytime) or I refuse to take my Crocs off, they pull me aside between two divider doors and pat me down all over. And if a large wand between your legs and around your breasts isn't humiliating, I don't know what is. So freaking deal with it!
Monday, September 3, 2007
K, I'm all done with that.. BUT I did by a California combo for THIS week too.... Moving on...........
Happy Labor Day!!