il est fini!

For the past two years the church that I attend has held what we call, "A Taste of Zion." Once a year the women get together and bring a favorite dish for everyone to try along with a copy of the recipe. We have a wonderful time of fellowship and an even more wonderful time of worship.

It was the dream of our Pastor's darling wife to compile all of the recipes into one cook book that could be sold and given as gifts and to dedicate it to the past pastor' wives who have encouraged and inspired the church that we now have. And we do have an amazing church!

Any way, back to the cook book.

Some time in July I started putting a cook book together for my husband because he really likes to bake. A few weeks later the thought occurred to me that I could do the cook book for church so I brought a sample of what I had started for my husband and asked our pastor's wife if she needed any help.

I was hired on the spot!

There were of course, many glitches along the way due to my old computer programs and my new vista platform. Page after page didn't want to save so I'd save it under a different name only to open it up later and have to change the name again. I had so many drawings of the same page with different variations that I never knew what had been worked on last.

Oi Vey!

So, I did the only thing I could do...I updated my computer programs and from then on it was a piece of cake. Well, maybe not a piece of cake as I was behind schedule. WAY BEHIND SCHEDULE! I scrambled to get everything completed so it would be available for our next "Taste of Zion" which was held on the 19th of this month. Did I finish it...no! There was still so much work to be done. Cutting, hole punching, and assembling them into three ring binders, but it is finaly finished. I look at it and think to myself, "how did you do that?" You see, I'm able to do a lot of things well, but I excel at nothing. The only thing I can do is say that it had to be the Lord and He always finishes what He starts.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

Don't you just love when you get your favorite thing for your birthday? Well, I got it this year from my husband, MONEY! A nice little chunk of it I might add.

So what does a girl do when she's posed with the question of how she's going to spend it? She thinks long and hard in the hopes that her gifts will just appear in front of her eyes. And that's exactly what happened. Fun little things that I had been dreaming about just appeared as I went about my merry little way.

These are a few pics of what I found.

A LOVELY COLONIAL LIGHT FIXTURE with PINK SHADES!

Don't you just love this?

I found it hanging in one of my favorite stores and when the woman told me the price I almost swooned. I would have paid more, but was very thankful for the small price that I did pay.

My other great find...A PINK SCALE! PINK! I LOVE THE COLOR PINK!

Really, in my vocabulary no other color exists.

When I brought it home my husband looked at it and said, "what are you going to do with that?" "Weigh my chocolate, Dear. What else would I do with it?" He thought it would be perfect out in his garage for weighing his airplane parts. I Don't think so!

The other gifts I bought were some excellent Adobe products for my little computer. When my husband found out what I was planning for the rest of my gift, he thought I was nuts. "Why don't you buy some clothes, a new purse, some perfume, or some sort of girly things?" Those are things you but everyday. They are the necessities of life. A girl needs a little frivolity every now and then.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

Oh! I still have a little left, but that's

reserved for the Brighton Store.

Years ago I went to design school to become an Interior Designer and my poor husband was subjected to all of my studies. I would drag him to Home Tours, museums, furniture stores, and every gardening center along the way.

Originally I wanted to specialize in Historic Homes and Restoration as I have an undying love of all things Victorian and always imagined myself living in a darling Carpenter Gothic style home.

However, during the course of my studies my husband discovered Craftsman furniture and fell in love. Craftsman furniture of all things...the extreme opposite of what I love and had been collecting for years. I kept thinking to myself, "How do you mix Victorian with Craftsman?" Very perplexing, but after a lot of research and magazine scouring I decided it was not as impossible as I had originally imagined.

So, I allowed him to indulge in his sense of creativity. He went out and purchased all the necessary tools and equipment that was needed to build furniture and got started right away. Two years later we had this beautifully constructed chair.

That's him with our pups. Oh, I did the lovely upholstery job.

California Storm

I keep hearing in the news about the storm that's taking place all over California, but it's Saturday Night and we still haven't seen any signs of it. A little bit or rain here, a little bit of rain there, but nothing worth writing home about.
It always seems that the storms blow right over our house and never actually affect us. We sit snuggled in our home bundled up on the couch and watch it from our T.V. set.

I think it's so sad how the media seems to delight in all disasters. Our local news stations always refer to any storm as, "Storm Watch 2000 and blank! (whatever the year happens to be). This will be the biggest storm since 2000 and blank!" (whenever the last big storm was). And it's all said as if something wonderful and spectacular is about to happen. Sort of like, "The Prince is having a Ball!" Now that's something worth getting excited about. Especially if you haven't been able to wear your favorite Ball Gown in a while.

But, back to the storm. Every time we have a storm my mother from Arizona calls to find out if we've been washed away or if we're just merely floating down stream. I'm always thankful that it's neither.

One year my husband spent a small fortune on roses for me for Valentine's Day. The next year I asked him if he could just buy me some bushes.

Go to Girl!

I have very reluctantly been labeled as the "go to girl" by my husband.
For some bizarre reason I'm able to figure out how to do certain things that my wheence brain isn't capable of understanding and yet, it figures things out. I always tell him that I have the brain of a Bunny Rabbit. You are probably thinking, "why would anyone say that their brain is like a bunny rabbit's?" I would reply by telling you that, A: "you have obviously never owned a bunny rabbit" or B: "if you did own a bunny rabbit you certainly never paid attention to it's behavior." Bunnies are the most amazing little creatures. They can tell time, are very schedule oriented, and you can take them to a new house and within minutes they know their way around. A Bunny never gets lost!

So, my sister calls me last night extremely frustrated because she can't figure out how to work her blog. My husband picks up the phone and yells, "Hey go to girl, you're sister wants to talk to you on the phone." Do you know how difficult it is to try and teach someone something that you yourself can't figure out?
Well, this is the result of trying to help her...I figured out how to post on the main body of my page. I hope she does the same.