“Answers to our prayers don’t usually come when we are on our knees–but rather when we are on our feet.”
Dieter F. Uchtdorf
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food, crochet, merriment
that you can never get enough kissy lips stick-ons.
that sweet little samples are the best–especially when they come from one of our sponsors, like Sarah Naturals. Check it out–Rose Face Cream- for sensitive skin, Calendula Ointment for rashes and wounds, and licorice lip balm—ummmm…heavenly I tell you.
that it’s probably too late to plant this stuff already. Am I right? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone?…..Bueller?
that somebody over at the Cadbury kitchen is a genius…again.
that you can improve the entire molecular structure of a ham sandwich by simply adding pickles.
that anyone clever enough to take a nice, non-blurry picture of their own favorite pink snow boots really should be called a “big girl”
…maybe.
that this dude’s letter writing skills are very good for a weepy mama’s heart–and at least he doesn’t fold the pictures in half…anymore. Silly boy. :+
that I might just have my two year supply of Hello Kitty stickers with which to decorate the above Dude’s letters.
Hey, he likes it.
that the new improved Strawberry Shortcake is growing on me–but I admit, I do miss the pretty little dresses she used to wear.
that my Navy-man Daddy would absolutely faint if he saw what we’re nibbling on around here–not because we have no choice–but just for fun!
that little kids with kind, sweet Uncles are lucky souls…
indeed.
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The winner of our “One Thousand” Day Giveaway will receive: the book “One Thousand Gifts….
a one thousand piece Springbok puzzle…
and…
a slightly over 1000 piece goodie pack of a few of my favorite indulgences. Yes, yes–it’s ridiculous, I know. But I never promised you sanity–did I?
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Teresa Baker says:
“thankful for yard sales that make money for missions trips”
Congratulations Teresa!
Thank you everyone else for participating in our “1000 Day” Thankful Giveaway. This was so dang fun that I’m already planning the next one–so stay thankful and stay tuned!
As some of you may remember–I’ve written many posts about my childhood dolls because I was just crazy about them and even gave a prize if someone could name them all. Yesiree–I was totally in love with dolls. In fact, I used to believe that as soon as I fell asleep at night, they all came to life and played in my room with the other toys.
One year I saw a commercial for a doll that was really, really…um…not very pretty. Actually she was positively scary looking. But in my nine year old mind I was convinced that no one on earth would ever buy her or ask for her for Christmas–and that made me very sad–indeed.
The idea of her sitting for a million years in a toy store with no one ever taking her home made me sick. I thought about it and thought about it and came to the conclusion that the only Christian thing to do was to ask for her for my own birthday so she could finally have a home and I could give the poor thing some love. It would change her life–I knew it!
My mom asked me over and over if I was sure she was the doll I really wanted–and over and over I said, “She’s the only one I want.”
So Little Miss No Name is exactly what I got. I loved her and changed her clothes and put her hair in pony tails but no matter how hard I tried, she still made that same sad face. I decided that giving her a good home was the least I could do even if it never really made her happy.
I’ve kept her all these years and never had a minute of regret over choosing the poor little wretched thing. That is, until my brother’s mean old friend told me that my sweet, humanitarian-service-project-of-a-doll looked exactly…
like…
me.
Rats.
How do these things happen?
Before you judge me too harshly, check out the most emotionally manipulative commercial on the planet.