little red corvett?

i think i shall never see a V.W. Lovlier than thee...

unless of course it has a surf rack.... which only would complete this look..... oh and SS headers.. which Hubs would not like, expecially at the Funeral Home.....
Vruuuuuum Vruuuuum Vruuuuuum Vruuuuummmmmmmm

How do i love thee

let me count the wheels..

Have you ever coveted something knowing that your gonna burn in hell? ohhhhh i smell sulfer.. an ewww whats that blast of hot sticky air? oh i see, its a hot flash into hell.... i really want this V.WEE. my sister.. (well she was my sister before i killed her for sending me this picture ) sent me a photo her hubs took of my... ahh humm this sweeeeet V.W. its only stinking 3,400 dollars... like i have that stashed in my Coffee Can. Note to self.... ask friends and family for Kidney transplant money.... spend it on the above auto.... i think i would have to name her "laguna" my favorite So. Cal beach.. i loved spending my evenings there when i lived in Ca..... before it became the hot spot ritzy tainted hollywood artsy fartsy place.

those of you who know me.. know that i live pretty simply, meaning i dont think i need stuff to fill that 40 something hole in my adult life.... who in the Sam Hill am i lying to???
forget it... i think i have hit my midlife crisis... Rob turns 40 in May and he would love a Motorcyle... i need this. i like being on one income.. it humbles the urge for things......

did i mention i have saved about 300.00 so for for the v.w.... poop i wont be driving one till 2008 at this rate.... i hate having the American attitude of... mine,, mine,, mine....

give me Vee Wee or give me..... well never mind.

beep beep.
love you

I'm not gifted after all....

Whew.. tonight at small group we were all talking about how in the past even maybe the present many if not all of us have been in a church that has us filling in "doing" junk we hate.

like Hubs teaching 8 year olds sunday school, or me doing administrative junk. just shoot me first... the sad thing about this is that again many or all of us have been in this position... we fill an area for the sake of filling in a hole... we are able but not inpassioned.. it sucks the life out of us.. until we figure out where our passions and giftedness go hand in hand.. and if their is not a place for us in the church... you can do a few different things.... 1. create that thing that speaks to you and others and let God run with you in it..... 2. find the closest thing to it.... and let yourself find your place in it 3. never just fill in for the sake of being a " Good Christian" God wants your heart not your works. i have learned this... so that means i am never no never gonna say yes to something that sucks the very marrow outta me..... like hosting a tea at my house.. or inviting new people to my house for brunch... or having 40 people over to my house,... do you see a pattern here? how long have i been doing this? its not always about me though i realize. so dont worry your heads off. your invited over.... :O)

hey this little bug is one i did after my bee.. you can see my first pink flower window in the background, the bee and now the lady bug
thanks for stopping by
toot toot.

Creative outlet

Today it rained....
its cold.. and for the first time in i cant remember if ever. i woke up sobbing from a dream. first i was sobbing in my dream and then i woke up sobbing and couldnt shake it... Rob held me and i buried my face in his neck and cried till i couldnt move, or breath.... i had a dream my 14 year old son died, i wont go into details on my blog but it was horrible and before he died in my dream he asked me if i wanted a lock of his hair to carry in my pocket with me. much later i finally woke up... really i didnt wake up or at least shake it till about noon even though the dream shot me outta bed at 6:30. i could not shake it and i sobbed without being able to stop off and on all morning. needless to say about 7:30 i climbed into bed beside my boy and brushed the hair out of his eyes and softley spoke to him as he slowly woke up. i held my ear to his chest to hear his heart beat... and he knew i was not myself.. without telling him anything other than i had a bad dream he let me lay there a few more minutes on top of his comforter and whisper a conversation with him.

Outlet yes i needed one... it was cold and raining and i couldnt garden and move heavy rocks to feel better..... so i dragged out my paintings and found a couple.. o.k. a few i started 23 years ago in high school and finished them today.... this one is a mermaid ( duh) i started it in watercolor and hadnt ANY detail just shapes and color basics... so it was fun to go back and add some new techniques. 23 years later.

thanks for stopping by.... ill post more fun art outlets later this week.

I think MY Tractor is sexy

Hey you have laughingly heard the county song "She thinks my tractor is sexy" when i first heard about this song i thought i was gonna fall out of my chair from rolling my eyes. But then i heard it and actually listened to it..
Perhaps it is the country girl in me, raised in wheat country... raised with strapping young boys bucking hay for a summer job... tan wearing a white tee-shirt and 501 button up's... know what i am talking about girls?
whew...... where was i... well its a song about this farmer riding his tractor in the heat of the day and his pretty little wife bringing him a jug of sweet tea and fried chicken on a hot summer day and she sits next to him on the tractor cause she thinks its sexy.....

why am i telling you this...? oh yeah cause my kids are grounded today ( which Justin started calling it ground-ation in about kindergarten.) and so they had to help me prune pine trees and fruit trees.. and haul all that stuff away.. mow lawns. kill weeds, drive the wheel borrow with a sibling in it... and oh yeah try not to have any fun...... all this to say i am a bit dusty and have pitch in my hair and smell like new baby grass.... ahhhhh i warned you i would go on and on and on and on about gardening... cause i think my tractor is sexy!!!!!
love to you.
kg

Snow on Easter?

I have heard it said "it is raining cats and dogs," but on Easter i was not prepared to have snow with the rain with the hail and wind storm... i think i heard a robin calling for "Auntie Em" and i thought i saw a house fall on a really mean lady in town and her feet curled up and i ran off with a new pair of ruby slippers.... anyway.... all i know is that i am glad my kids are 14 and 11 cause they wanted to have an egg fight more than hunt them. which of course i didnt allow.. cause thars deviled eggs in them thar hills!!!! so off course the cousins scavanaged the thick grass laiden with inches of hail and sleet. thier breath was seen hovering in the air around them and the parents waved from inside the house as we passed jello jigglers around. it was great.

Today much of the same weather as i worked outside the Historic Foster Farm in my 1850's clothing... ( not 1950's ) wishing for electricty instead of relying on how hot i could get the wood stove in the house... forget building a fire in the General Store i will just make due.... those pioneers wore a zagillion layers of clothes for a reason.... i wish i had at least long jones on... but i wont go into detail about that for everyones sake... if you want to know more about the farm check out my list on the right,,,

gotta go tuck the girl into bed. love to you all.

He has Risen

He Has Risen!!!

He Has Risen

INDEED!!!

May Easter bring a True Reason to Rejoice and Sing... not just Chasing an Bunny... but Allow yourself to be found by the Risen Christ. Celebrate him!!

i like my bee.... i think he is my favorite thing i have done so far... i have done a few things.... i will post those later. but for now i thought he looked like spring... and i need a touch of spring before i head off to bed,, cause i feel tired and ready for the Easter weekend.... Good Friday to each of you. I believe in the Resurrection.

sowing the seeds of love

hey, remember tears for fears the 80's band? sowing the seeds of love.... anyway. today it was a balmy 68 degrees and justin and i did yard work. we mowed.. or some of you call it cuttin' the grass.. ( sounds like a sqaure dance move if you ask me) we edged and spayed the weeds, i planted a bagillion seeds, and a gillion of those were nasturshams, i planted shasta daisy, impatients, babys breath and a few other things of seeds i am not to sure about.... i planted 10 glad bulbs pink for heather and white for justin... Justin loves glads he thinks they are cool. at least he did last fall when they were blooming. now he probably does not give a rip. ah well i will enjoy them anyway. i have about a half gallon container of wild flower seeds i have collected and readied for speading.. i just have to cultivate the ground. my 200 daffidills came up this spring and now i have about 100 tulips ready to bloom... man my husband is right,,, i come alive come spring time... what was i sooo excited about stained glass for. gessssh. anyway. i finally am getting a garden going in this naked corner lot of home and business... people actually stop me and compliment me on my garden :O)... the thing about this is.. get ready to laugh... apparently in town they have a golden shovel award to the most improved yard. guess what i am hoping for at least for next year? yup i want that stupid spray painted shovel from the community members.... i'm a sucker for competitive stuff.... as long as it is low risk of course...

happy planting my leiblings and see you in the mud.

is it a sin to mame your children

I think any mother out there would agree.. not only is it not a sin, sometimes it is needed. right now my kids have spring fever and they need a spanking for good measure. in my best June Cleaver voice... "Kids now go wash up for dinner and let's say Grace , Cause down deep i know youi all really love eachother... let's hug." to which they both give me the " are you serious?" Look, followed by laughter of teenage proportions. yeah spring is here and i personally want out of the house.. good day and good luck.

Swallow it down

the phone is busy.. that is my , life.. all good stuff, all fun, and all time consuming... i love being at at home mom which of course many of you know is an oxy moron. Today God breath a breath of "heads up" for me this next year... and you know what he said...... " Kary, this year you will be changed." not once, not 2 times but three times he said this to me. yoiu know when God speaks to you and ya look over to see if anyone else heard it? that was me today.... so i am anxious to see what will be , will be... Kae Sar rah Sar rah. i know that already God has been making me painfully aware in my life those places i need to release, let go and quit claiming as who i am. he wants to rename me. he wants me to grow,, and good lord he has planted me in the right place...

The stained glass is one Justin started and the family finished. the dark line down the middle is not on the picture itself.. its on the existing window it is set apon.... i thought that i captured the Journey God had me on.,. the Gail winds of change.... rough waters ahead? great. i cant wait.

peasant hands

My hands are full of tiny itty bitty cuts from glass...they look like what a friend of my sisters lovingly called peasant hands.. i.. had always called them truck driver hands... you know manly blue collar hands, the kind that work on cars, or small engines. the kind tha look like they have been busy all thier lives.... well this new hobby of stained glass is making them to appear very peasanty.... i love the work and the outcome... you cant wear gloves heck they just get in the way.. i guess you could liken it to a guy wearing a rubber... so i am told... anyway... its been so much fun. tonight i made a little round window with a bumble bee in it for my nephew.... i have a gazillion more to make... perhaps you shall see one under your tree this year.....

this pic is of the spring snow we had and the crab tree blossems werent sure what to do.... love you all. thanks for stopping by

 

Careful girl.

This fort Rob and I found on the Beach a few weeks ago... someone had been building it steadily little by little for who knows how long. Inside was cosy with a fire pit dug in the middle with logs for seating.Treasures that had washed ashore were hung on the walls... It was like Swiss family Robinson, any kids dream fort, that could tuck away maybe a dozen folks around a campfire and guitar. i was drawn to this little fort and i wanted to play with the shovels and buckets that were tucked inside. rope that washed ashore held this great log room in place... i was struck by the un-permanentce of this permanant structure.

Looking at this photo today reminds me of the fort i tend to build around my heart... little by little... using things that have washed apon its shores, things that drift in and out of my life.. i use the rubbish to build a fortress with barbed wire words and phrases.

When i feel threatend i escape to this place... i wrap myself in a bandages worn like a sweater, to keep me warm in my woundedness. barbed wire words are Braclets on my breath. i sit and peek through the gaps in the walls provinding me a window at the storm swirling inside of me.

Where is God in my fortress? why have i not allowed him TO BE MY FORTRESS? why have i tried to create saftey out of chaos? is it.. or will it ever be possible? no. simply that.... N-O. not if i ignore God in it.

God has to be my saftey, the flowing fabric i drape myself in for warmth and to sheild my wounds has to be his holiness that drapes me. the rubbish i had used to secure my walls needs to be replaced with his gentle hands, water to my soal are his words of saftey in the storm that rages in my heart. only his comfort can make me brave to walk away from the Fort. maybe one day i will no longer go there. maybe one day i will accept grace first and heal in the forgivness of his wounds.