~ Time . . .

. .. flies.

Time ... is on my side.

Time ... is of the essence.

Time ... is money.

Time.  Time.  Time.

 

Do you ever wish you could save time ...

... in a bottle?

Freeze time?

Do you ever wish you could go back in time?

Time seemed like forever when I was a kid. 

A month felt like a year!

The older I get, the faster time seems to go by.

A month feels like a day!

I feel like I don't have enough time.

Not enough time to do everything that I still need/want to do.

Sometimes I waste time ...

Sometimes I wish I could borrow time ...

They say that time heals all wounds.

I used to wear a watch every single day, especially when I was working

 ... I felt naked without one.

I haven't worn one in 3 years.

No need to watch the time ... keep track of time ... be on time ... leave on time.

Time.

 

"There is only one you for all time.  Fearlessly be yourself." ~ Anthony Rapp

 

♥

 

 



~ "Catch a falling star . . .

. . . and put it in your pocket.

Never let it fade away."

Last Saturday we had a "play date"

with our very good friends.

We met up in Mystic, CT and planned our day.

We had lunch at Mystic Pizza (yup, same as the movie).

We took a scenic drive through Essex and Haddam

and stopped by Gillette's Castle.

Back to Mystic and had a nice dinner at Kitchen Little.

It was a wonderful day with wonderful friends

and it went by way too fast!

We didn't want it to end.

We said our goodbyes around 9:00 pm

and headed back home.

Along a stretch of road on Rt 2 it's very, very dark.

Tom and I had been going over our day and how much we enjoyed it.

And then .... it happened!

Simultaneously spotted!

(not my photo)

 

He said: "Was that a......"

I said:  "....shooting star!!!!!"

He said:  "Do you think it was fireworks?"

I said:  "No, definitely a shooting star!"

I was giddy!

My heart was racing!

I couldn't keep my eyes off of the sky in case it happened again!

This was only the second shooting star I've seen in my 60 years!

It's been said that if you see a shooting star with someone else that you

should both make a wish and that it would come true.

I quickly said "Make a wish."

I closed my eyes and made my wish.

My wish was that some new medication would come about that would take

all of my husband's health problems away.

A wasted wish?   Not in my heart.

I looked over at Tom and was so happy that

we saw this shooting star together.

It was a magical ending to a wonderful day!

 

♥

 



~ Hello, my name is Diane .....

... and I'm a Craftaholic!

Yes, that's right.  I'm a craftaholic.

I don't know how it started.

I only know that I can't stop.

I have a closet full of craft paraphernalia.

Did I say "full"?  LOL  That's an understatement.

I should have said that I have a closet stuffed with the aforementioned.

Stuffed and shoved into every available (and unavailable) space.

So stuffed and shoved that I have lost track of what I have!

I have large plastic bins full of jewelry findings, beads, tools, etc.

I have large plastic bins full of yarn.  Every kind of yarn in every color imaginable.

So, why is it that when I find a pattern that I think I'm going to knit,

I don't go into this large bin and use what I have in my stash?

Why is it that I must go out and purchase the perfect skein of yarn for the project?

After all, I'll have a 40% off coupon.

Lord knows I can't waste a good 40% off coupon, right?

I have a bin full of micropens, sharpie pens, colored pencils

and special paper to do Zentangle!!!

Have I done Zentangle?  NO!

Will I ever? 

I recently bought a Sizzix Big Shot die cut machine.

So, of course I had to go out and buy every die that called my name.

Then I had to buy felt squares to die cut to make brooches.

Oh!  and then I had to buy tags to make for the holidays.

And then I had to buy stamps.

I have a bin full of stamps.  Rubber stamps.  Clear cling stamps.

Stamp pads in various colors.

Blue, red, green, black, orange, purple, white.....

I'm getting dizzy just thinking about all this stuff!!!!!

I need help.

I can't control this urge to run into a craft store....

coupons in hand....

running up and down the aisles.....

breathing heavily......

and I can't leave....no, I won't leave....

without a purchase!!!!!

Somebody stop me!!!!!



~ 10 Sounds . . .

. . . that drive me bonkers.

Over at Northwest Mommy they're playing "Monday Listicles"

and I've decided to join in.

Her list for this week is "10 Sounds That Drive Me Bonkers".

So, here's my list of 10 sounds that drive me bonkers:

(In no particular order)

1.  Barking dogs ... especially yippers ... one neighbor seems to put their little yipper out at 6:00 a.m. to do it's thing and then forgets about it ... and it barks.  And yips.  And barks.  And yips.  

2.  It's 2:00 a.m. ... you're awakened by the LOUD sound of a motorcycle going by.  Very.Loud.  Why? It's twofreakino'clock!  In.The.Morning!

3.  The sound of someone spitting irks the heck out of me.  Not to mention the "yuck" factor!

4.  Slurping.  Pullllleeeaase don't slurp in front of me.  I may have to hurt you.  Someone very close to me slurps when he eats soup.  I've mentioned it.  Many times.  Still slurps.

5.  The sound of someone dragging their feet when they walk.  Pick.Up.Your.Feet.  

6.  Air sucking through teeth.  That sound makes me want to scream. 

7.  The sound of firecrackers going off.  4th of July or not.  Don't like that sound.  It's annoying not to mention illegal here. 

8.  The sound of a snow blower.  Freakin' irks me as much as the sound of ...

9.  ... the town snowplow trucks. 

10.  The sound of someone farting ... in the kitchen ... at the table.  Okay, call me crazy but this really troubles me.  It's a rule in my house.  No farting in the kitchen. At the table.  Someone let one slip the other day.  I looked over at him.  He was ignoring me but had guilt all over his face.  I gave him the stink eye (no pun intended).  He continued to ignore me.  I was fuming (no pun intended again).  It makes me crazy!  Irrationally crazy!  Just don't fart in my kitchen...at the table...and I won't put up a stink.  ;-)

~Scavenger Hunt . . .

I haven't participated in the Scavenger Hunt in .... well .... forever!!!!! 

Shame on me! 

So, here I am .... playing along .....

Behold my interpretations .....

PATRIOTIC

Stars and stripes forever!!!!!

VIEW FROM ABOVE

Don't want to fall on top of this!!!!! 

MOSAIC

The bottom of the pool .....
well, it's kind of mosaic, right????


SOMETHING TINY

Tiny pine cone.
My neighbor's 2 1/2 year old loves to find these!


VIBRANT

Well, the colors are pretty vibrant.......
this is the best I could come up with ..... LOL!!!!

So, there you have it .... my finds for the Scavenger Hunt.
Don't forget to stop by Ashley Sisk's to meet Felicity.
She's absolutely beautiful!!!!

♥

 

~ The First Man ....

... I ever loved.

My Dad.

 Dad was one of 7 children.
He was a quiet man.

He rarely showed his emotions.

But the love was there and the love was felt.

My brother and I were the two youngest (of six) 

and Dad seemed to have mellowed a bit
by the time we came along

and he enjoyed watching us play

(and at times joining in)

This photo was taken in June 1974.

My parents were celebrating their 35th wedding anniversary.

My Dad was crying in this shot.......

he was overwhelmed that we were all there

celebrating with them

and

a few days earlier he was diagnosed

with mouth and throat cancer.

This shot was taken before the cancer got worse

and Dad had to have his jaw removed

and have a tube placed in his throat.

He rarely complained.
He died in 1978.
He had been feeling worse and worse every day
and so the doctor insisted he be admitted into the hospital.
He usually resisted but this time he didn't.
The night before being admitted
my Mother said he went into their bedroom and closed the door.
When he came out he told my Mother
that when he was gone
she should open their lock box
and that he had put something in there.
He died a few days later.
On the night that he died,
my Mother retrieved two handwritten letters from the box.
The first was addressed to my Mother.
It read:
"Dear Rita,  In case I don't come back I want you to know that I love you all very much.
If God wants me I am ready.
Don't forget me in your prayers and tell the kids too.
I have been in pain for a long time and I never told anyone.
I love you.
I hope the kids take care of you when you are old and sick.
God will bless them.
Please forgive me for all the trouble I ever gave you.
Once again, I say I love you all very much.
So Long,  Dick"
The next letter was addressed to "My Children".
It read:
"Something tells me I am not coming back.
If I did something to hurt any of you I hope you will forgive me.
I try to be a good father and a good husband. 
If I did something wrong, please forgive me.
I love you all.
Take care of your mother.
God will take care of you.
So long, not Goodbye.
Daddy
PS  I love you all!"

What I wouldn't do to have just one more day with him.

~

"It doesn't matter who my father was;

it matters who I remember he was."  ~ Anne Sexton

♥

Happy Father's Day!

~ Arrogant Frog ....

I am bad at picking out wine.

I don't know Merlot from Grenache.

I don't know Pinot Noir from Shiraz.

I usually stay away from red wine ....

just never found one that I liked.

So, I usually grab a bottle of red if the label speaks to me.

This one spoke.

How could you resist that froggy grin ....

and he's wearing a beret for crying out loud!!!!

Kind of resembles Maurice Chevalier, eh????

This wine surprised me.

It was good!!!!!

I would buy this again.

So, if you like red wine .... give this one a try.

C'est bon!!!!!!!

♥