Peanut butter, spiders & friends

This is a random array of subjects, but I've got some good pics the past few days of Kensley that I wanted to post. I gave her peanut butter for the first time a couple days ago. *Mental note: she's not ready to eat peanut butter... or I might should add, I'm not ready to give her peanut butter again. Here's why:

It was ALL over her face & in her hair, even in the creases of her eyelids.

We also played around with her hair the other day. She thought this was hilarious!


This is a pic of her & her best friend John Micheal. They were so cute in the bean bags watching their movie. It didn't last too long though.


Lastly, I opened up the bathroom blinds this morning to find this lurking in our window. This thing was HUGE! We even watched it eat a fly today like it was nothing. I killed it, needless to say.

Holiday Cards & gifts

I'm putting a plug in for my business. You've probably seen a few different Christmas cards this week on my blog. I'm in the process of working on holiday items. It's never too early to start Christmas shopping. (I've already got half of my own cards finished.) I'll be updating my card gallery over the next several weeks with new items such as Halloween cards, Fall cards, Thanksgiving cards, Christmas cards, etc. So click on the link to the right to see what all is new. If you have any questions, please email me or post a comment.

Public Restrooms... excuse me, I mean toilets

I've read this before in an email, but it's just too funny to pass up posting. I think they nail it to a tee!

When you have to visit a public toilet, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the cubicle doors. Every cubicle is occupied.Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the cubicle. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someones Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your bag on the door hook, if there was one, so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!) down with your pants and assume "The Stance".In this position, your aging, toneless, thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but having not taken time to wipe the seat or to lay toilet paper on it, you hold "The Stance".To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Dear, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more.You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your bag (the bag around your neck, that now you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do, so you crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail.Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your bag, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest and you and your bag topple backward against the tank of the toilet.'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, while losing your footing altogether and sliding down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, 'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl and spraying a fine mist of water that covers your ass and runs down your legs and into your shoes.The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force and you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a candy wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.You can't figure out how to operate the taps with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting. You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it?)You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, 'Here, you just might need this.As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men's toilet. Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so long and why is your bag hanging around your neck?This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with any public rest rooms/toilets (rest??? You've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers that other commonly asked question about why women go to the toilets in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your bag and hand you Kleenex under the door.

The Election

I got this in an email today that really made me think.... I don't know where it originated and how true the description of the anti-Christ is, but it is true about the 42 mth rule of the beast.


Dear Friends,
As I was listening to a news program last night, I watched in horror as Barack Obama made the statement with pride. . .'we are no longer a Christian nation; we are now a nation of Christians, Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, . . .' As with so many other statements I've heard him (and his wife) make, I never thought I'd see the day that I'd hear something like that from a presidential candidate in this nation. To think our forefathers fought and died for the right for our nation to be a Christian nation--and to have this man say with pride that we are no longer that. How far this nation has come from what our founding fathers intended it to be.
I hope that each of you will do what I'm doing now--send your concerns, written simply and sincerely, to the Christians on your email list. With God's help, and He is still in control of this nation and all else, we can show this man and the world in November that we are, indeed, still a Christian nation!
Please pray for our nation!

From: Dr. John Tisdale
This will make you re-think:

A Trivia question in Sunday School:
How long is the beast allowed to have authority in Revelations? Revelations Chapter 13 tells us it is 42 months, and you know what that is. Almost a four-year term of a Presidency. All I can say is 'Lord, Have mercy on us!' According to The Book of Revelations the anti-Christ is: The anti-Christ will be a man, in his 40's, of MUSLIM descent, who will deceive the nations with persuasive language, and have a MASSIVE Christ-like appeal....the prophecy says that people will flock to him and he will promise false hope and world peace, and when he is in power, will destroy everything..
Do we recognize this description??
I STRONGLY URGE each one of you to post this as many times as you can! Each opportunity that you have to send it to a friend or media outlet..do it! I refuse to take a chance on this unknown candidate who came out of nowhere.

Fantasy Football

I was cleaning off the cabinet today & an article that Corby had opened in his Sports Illustrated sparked my attention. It was talking about Fantasy Sports online. You know... Fantasy Football, Baseball, Basketball... you name it they've got it. There is a group called WAFS (Women Against Fantasy Sports) that a fantasy widow created for women to complain & post horror stories about their husbands. Apparently they are trying to ban together to get rid of it all together. I can understand why after reading this article. The article stated that the US will lose an estimated $9.2 billion in work hours this season. What! That's huge. My husband is one of those Fantasy Freaks...but I'll have to admit I have my own time consuming interests... blogging, facebook, stamping, just to name a few. He has a group with his college buddies, work buddies, other friends... oh, I don't really know, but I do think he has more than one. I'm just curious if there are any other "fantasy widows" out there whose husbands watching every game on tv & checking the computer 10 times a night just to see how their stats rank?