I've been on the phone with one of my sister-in-laws for the last hour and a half. Yes, the woman can talk! ....but, then so can I!!!!!!!!! We've been chatting about all kinds of things... such as the need for us to diet and why, the need for her to quit smoking and why. And, why aren't I going to a family members wedding tomorrow night. Then during the course of this conversation that covered everything she tells me about Pandora Internet Radio. Why would I want to listen to this I ask?.... because you can listen to it and do whatever it is you do on the computer. And, best of all you get to choose your own music and have your own radio station! What more could you want I ask?!! Did I mention that it's free?
So this is where I've been for the last 45 minutes.......... and it is awesome!! More than likely most of you already know about it. I always seem to be the last to know about most things. Why?!
I need to get the four table toppers finished. I'm running out of time.... my friend will be home with her mother on Sunday and one of them is for her mom to take back to Chicago with her. And, why I didn't ask is beyond me..... which one? It could of saved me the pressure of getting all of them quilted at once. Only one more top to make. It is cut out and I'll have it together on Saturday evening. Why do I do these things? .....because I love my friend...
Friday, June 27, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Independence Day Table Runner
This is another table runner I made this past week. It was requested by a friend of mine. I think I could do this runner in my sleep; I've made so many different ones...lol
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Fathers Day
I've been missing my daddy a little more than usual today. He passed away in July 2007 and this is my first Fathers Day without him.... I have some special memories of him.
He would of enjoyed watching golf with me today. It was the final day of the U.S. Open.... except there was a tie and 18 more holes will be played on Monday! I love Tiger Woods! I'll be anxious to get home from work to see if he won!
And, then this evening the Los Angeles Laker's played in the playoffs against the Boston Celtics. I'm enjoying Kobe Bryant and the Lakers! The Celtics are leading the series 3 games to 2. Next game will be played on Tuesday.
I hope you were able to make a special memory with your father today...
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Invisible Mom
Invisible - 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; 'The Invisible Mom.'
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, and 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 hair 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.
-Anonymous-
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; 'The Invisible Mom.'
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, and 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 hair 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.
-Anonymous-
Monday, May 26, 2008
Mom
I wanted to share a couple pictures I took of my mom and my youngest son. These were taken on Mothers Day. My mom turned 74 a few days later. I'm hoping to have a huge birthday party for her this next year when she becomes 75! My grandmother will be 95 years young this year. Makes me wonder how old I will be...lol
Friday, May 23, 2008
Another center stage takes shape
Saturday, May 17, 2008
March of Dimes
I will be walking in the March of Dimes walk in my hometown on Saturday March 31, 2008. If you would like to sponsor me you can do so here. Thank you for your consideration ÜMy personal web page for March of Dimes is:
http://www.marchforbabies.org/PeggyG6
and you can also click on the title of this post to go to March of Dimes web page.
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