>Beach Life






          Wherever you are, whatever you do, make good memories.



    Help someone.



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make time for cousins and enjoy family fun.




               spend time with your Aunt.



                PICT0058 LOVE YOUR KIDS.


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  Do something fun with your niece or nephew.


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We kicked of our summer by hitting the beach early this year, and let me tell you the water was fridge-ed. I was brave and jumped in but only lasted about 5 minutes. Chadwin would come and fetch me through out the day saying, “come Mom and get in the beach with me”. meaning – come splash in the water with me.

I love it here where the see gulls fly,the water makes noise and the sand is warm.

>Welcome June







To me when you hit the month of June you have officially entered summer…and you know how I feel about that right 


so we had our first cook out this past beautiful week end and hope to have many more nights around a campfire.



the food  YUM-O

here is a great one for your summer grillin…

mix brown sugar with a little mustard to form a paste. Spread it on some ham slices and marinate overnight. Grill the ham and you are set!!


Why do you think people can sit for hours around a little flame and be entertained by it?? funny uh?

I love the marshmallows and their stickiness. wired right? but if they weren’t sticky it would take out half , if not all of the fun in eating and roasting them.

I do hope your summer is RELAXING and FUN!

Whatever you do stay away from smoking funny things…not good for your health and don’t drink Whiskey from a bottle…it looks undignified

other then that do what you like…hahah




we plan to eat outside most days, go swimming every other, plan a beach trip, go barefoot, catch lightning bugs, buy a hammock, watch a movie at the drive-in and Mom say’s there is soooooo much more planned.We wonder what makes her think it will be a relaxing summer for her? chuckle chuckle!



>Grandpa shoes




This week one day my son came to me and said, “ Mom, can I wear my grandpa shoes?”

I thought to myself, What are his grandpa shoes?? and said “sure you may”

after a while I go to find him and this is what he is wearing…


I am still wondering where he came up with calling them his grandpa shoes?? I LOVE IT and from now on we will call them grandpa shoes.

>Thoughts of Mine

>How the days come and go so fast I do not know? I sure enjoyed the sunny day today! I know many did complain about the crazy heat but for me it meant pulling out the kids pool for the first this year…working in my flower bed, which I sooooo ENJOY!!

some of my thoughts today….

What is it that makes people so uptight, crazy busy, stressed,unhappy? I don’t seem to have the answers about all of life but i do know the stuff that I have learned for my life.


I believe that too often we forget to tap into that something greater then ourselves or human kind, I call it GOD and GOD to me is sooooo many things…like LOVE, CREATION, GOOD, PEACE, HUGS, FLOWERS and the list doesn’t stop.

I do not want to be a part of things that are misery ( anger,frustration,jealousy,addictions) and yet I often can not remove myself from being around it, so that leads me to my next thought…

How does one LIVE life abundantly,fully when surrounded by what I call misery?

it takes something opposite of laziness, to be a GREAT Godly influence.

Each one of us has an area of influence, what I like to call “your sphere” or “your world” these are people who are involved in your life.

1. The neighbor lady that you don’t know well but always chat with when you see each other outdoors, take dinner to every now and then, you look out for each other.
2. Family, whether you see or talk with them alot or not much at all.
3. friends that you happen to be around regularly
4. co workers
5. your boss
6. your children
7. it could be your hair dresser (depending on how much you talk to her while getting your hair cut…hahaha)

Is my influence bettering my “sphere”?

Each of us has something good to bring to the table of life. Sometimes we just need to step back and tap into GOD. REST. so that that something good can come out and be seen.

May you be BLESSED as you chose to be a good influence in your “sphere”today

>My Baby’s Birthday


Happy Birthday Sarah!!!!!

This week my beautiful baby turned three…beautiful is an understatement

SARAH NICOLE you are positively gorgeous in my eyes!!

Sarah meaning princess and Nicole meaning victory of the people. I like to say…“you are my princess bringing victory to the people” My hope for you is that by your bubbly personality many people will experience JOY in their life – may it always rub off on others.


How is a Mother ever to be stern and serious to a child who just giggles and spontaneously gives hugs and kisses with the words I LOVE YOU MOM coming out of her mouth at least 10 times a day? I am afraid that this one has already mastered the art of getting what she wants because of the sweet talk…my my my

Your choice of words and the way you put them together is hilarious and catchy.

Mom, Do we need to wash we hair tonight?
Next are we going to we house?
I don’t like she.
I don’t want she to do it.
Mom, give me some space.

Sarah, You have forever won my heart and I LOVE YOU MUCH!

This was Sarah’s first party with friends…She was allowed to invite three girlfriends for lunch and was looking forward to the day for weeks in advance. Valorie was in school that day and I took Chadwin over to our dear neighbor lady since we had decided NO BOYS ALLOWED…haha

It was soooo good to see her do and have something of her own, being the youngest of three she gets bossed and pushed around quit a bit. I wanted to make the day SPECIAL JUST FOR HER!

together we prepared her little table…

Balloons as the center piece

Elmo plates and napkins

a dish of gummy worms

a dish of colored little marshmallows

a dish of cheddar fishies

and then I served them grilled peanut/butter jelly sandwiches


juice and


you prayed for the lunch
To listen to Sarah’s giggles you will need to pause the music which you will find at the bottom of this page, then click on this video below and you will hear what I hear every day.



To all you readers of my blog, sorry I haven’t posted anything all week but I was having TOO much birthday…and loving every bit of it!
My oldest is now 6 and my youngest turned 3.
All within three days.
Alot can happen within three days!!!

You are my best friend, to watch your love of life makes me smile, you have such an awesome imagination and then when you begin to sing, putting your own words into your song it makes one laugh…like the phrase in your one song “you won’t remember when you get to November” whatever is that supposed to mean?I don’t know but that don’t matter much to me
I just LOVE TO SEE what you will come up with!
May you never grow up from the laughter that so easily comes out of your heart. I pray that your days ahead will bring you many opportunities to share with others your passion for art.

VALORIE – strength to encounter danger with firmness

you had the BEST birthday cake EVER!!!!
I made a choc. cake from scratch and added peanut butter icing…
2 cups 10 x sugar
Tablespoon of peanut butter, or more for those peanut butter lovers
little vanilla
milk to desired consistency
I crushed up…
nutter butters
reseses peanut butter cups
I coatted the icing with this then topped it with some drizzles of Hershey’s chocolate syrup
again YUMMO
Thanks to everyone who came to celebrate with us!!
I so love birthday party’s!!!

>Mother’s Day


A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie. ~Tenneva Jordan

By a woman named Charlotte
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I’m on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I’m thinking, “Can’t you see I’m on the phone?”
Obviously not. No one can see if I’m on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I’m invisible.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I’m not a pair of hands; I’m not even a human being. I’m a clock to ask, “What time is it?” I’m a satellite guide to answer, “What number is the Disney Channel?” I’m a car to order, “Right around 5:30, please.”
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude – but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.
She’s going, she’s going, she’s gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, “I brought you this.”
It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn’t exactly sure why she’d given it to me until I read her inscription: “To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.”
In the days ahead I would read – no, devour – the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals – we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, “Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.”
And the workman replied, “Because God sees.” I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, “I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you’ve done, no sequin you’ve sewn on, no cupcake you’ve baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can’t see right now what it will become.”
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don’t want my son to tell the friend he’s bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, “My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.” That would mean I’d built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, “You’re gonna love it there.”
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we’re doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.

Happy Mother’s Day to you all!!

>A Blessing Recieved

>Thank-you to all of you who took the time to vote for Pat.

She did not win…cry cry

but she was very touched to know that people were rooting for her.

Today I receive a BLESSING that meant the world to me…while me and the kids went to a birthday party my sister-in-law came over and cleaned my house, she seriously scrubbed this dear little home from top to bottom.

OOOHHH let me say to all you Mothers out there, if you ever get the chance to treat yourself to something let it be a cleaning lady.

I love to clean my house but this was BLISS to leave the house…dishes in the sink. laundry scattered abroad, beds unmade and then return home to a good clean smell (I love to walk into house with a good smell) NO DISHES IN THE SINK everything is cleaned up!!!!! This is BLISS I am telling you…try it sometime