Today our

son-in-law, Justin, turns 35.

We really lucked out in the son-in-law department. 

 In fact, if I had sons, I would want them to be just like my adopted ones. 

One of the things I truly love about Justin is his unselfishness and desire to serve.    He is always looking for, and finding, ways to make life better for those around him.  He is a wonderful support to Tiffany and father to Eliza, Ashton, Annie, and Lucienne.   I am ways amazed at Justin's knowledge of the scriptures.  He makes scripture time with the kids fun and real (even for Grandma). 

Happy Birthday, Justin!

We love you.

I can't put my finger

on why exactly.  But I'm feeling very uninspired and unmotivated.  I've had the sewing machine set up in the family room for two weeks, and I've gone through a pile of mending and sewn five aprons. That should make me feel accomplished.   But, I think I'm overwhelmed by the, umm, 20 or more aprons that I have cut out and ready to sew. 

It all goes back to when I was on a "finding cute fabric for aprons" kick.  Do you know how many cute fabrics there are for aprons out there?  Especially cute cupcake fabric.  I haven't been on the fabric kick for 2 years or so, but I still have the fabric.  I went through the process a few months ago of cutting out most of the fabric using the various apron patterns I have.  That was progress.  But now I need motivation.

But I have a headache, and what I really want to do is make chocolate chip cookies, grab a book, snuggle in a blanket, eat the cookies, and not feel one ounce of guilt while doing it. 

I'm still debating. 

Ok, this is

SCARY!

Me at 89

Gary at 90

(according to the "aging booth" app on my phone)

That's just not fair.  Why do I look so much older than him with my sagging jowls?

I saw a

saying the other day, in regards to St Patrick's Day.  It said, "Blessed, not Lucky."  That is the way I feel about so many things in my life.  I don't feel lucky, per se, but I definitely do feel blessed.  

I've always loved the irish blessing that goes something like this.   "May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, and until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of your hand."  I have that on a plaque my friend, Barbara, and I made 27 or so years ago.  She painted it and I wrote it in calligraphy.

Like I mentioned, I didn't get out my St. Patricks decorations this year.   But I did make one project that I saw on pinterest.  

  
The website I copied it from didn't have the colored cardstock backing like I have. They just arranged it in the bag.   But, I needed them to keep their shape, so I added it.   I had quite a time finding the rainbow colored twizzlers, as I think everyone else in Happy Valley saw the same pinterest site and bought out the stores.  The gold is Rolo's candy.   My saying that goes with this treat is, "You are the Gold at the end of my Rainbow."  I'm not Irish, but hey, I can still use Irish prose. 

Here is a view

that most people don't see --because it is behind our bedroom door.

 It makes me happy. 

 Yes, there are probably about 100 flower pins on the magnet board (anybody want some?).   And there are multiple scarves hanging on another magnet board with magnet hooks (I thought I was pretty ingenious thinking of that).   And then just a few of my necklaces hanging on the metal jewelry hanger that Natalie gave me.  And then my bridal picture.  Gary may have reconsidered marrying me if he had known I was quite so OCD when it comes to having every color of every thing I love.  He may have decided I was a little too high maintenance. 

I was at

Gary's second ballgame today.  They lost horribly in the first game, but they redeemed themselves tonight.  I have to admit, I never thought I would find myself in the stands as a coach's wife. It seems much more relaxing than it used to be.  Maybe because I'm not running after little girls and also because he is not the head coach.   I've taken pictures of Gary two of his four baseball uniforms.   His hair is a little greyer, but other than that, he is still looks the same in a baseball uniform.

You may note a couple of little things.  His stance reminds me of Angelena Jolie at the Academy awards, minus the split in his pants.  And, second, my rotating shelf is bare.  I'm afraid that St. Patrick's day is going to get ignored this year.  I'll move straight in to Easter and bunnies in preparation for our annual Bunny Hollow get-aways with the girls.  Yeah!

Remember that

first event I helped with at Studio 5?  Well, Loralee posted it on her blog today. My pictures were nothing like these.  Go look at them at this link:

MAKE IT POP!

And, um, I don't think I'll report on my very poor efforts at having a schedule today.  But there is always tomorrow . . .