Tolentreasures

After a particularly stressful week at work, last minute orders, lots of non-profit jobs, mistakes that cost us $$$, and two classes of sixth graders to print their own shirts, John thought a run would clear my head. He was right, it did, although is the hurting in my legs this morning worth it? Somewhere in the middle of all that, I remembered that I have a painting order for a shower this weekend. Why can't I get organized? This is the board that needs painted. I'll start it this morning and hopefully finish it this evening. Yellow, Purple and Butterflies, maybe that is why I am procrastinating. And tomorrow I am teaching these flowers at the church. I have twenty five of them cut. I really think that I have the hard work done. They get the fun part, melting the edges. I like that part! Now where are those tea lights? And this was Gracelyn yesterday morning when I told her that we had to get ready for work. "No Momma, stay here and play" I know ex...

Both of my grandsons were at work with their mother and I. Both of them were wound up, kicking balls, throwing balls, running, laughing. We hated to stop their fun, but well, it was getting a little out of hand. We gathered all the balls, we encouraged them to play something else. That actually went better than you would think. Later in the day, Tyler spots a golf ball on my desk. In a perfect, organized world, you would not have a random golf ball on your desk, but that is obviously not my world. Tyler asks for the golf ball. The conversation goes like this. Tyler: Gramma Cathy, can I pullease have that golf ball? (notice how when pleading, please becomes two syllables.) Me: Promise me that you will not throw the golf ball. Tyler: I promise that I will not throw the golf ball. Me: Promise me that you will not kick the golf ball. Tyler: I promise that I will not kick the golf ball. Me: If I see you kicking or throwing the golf ball, I can take it off of you. Tyler: If you...