I was thinking about the legacy we leave our children. Not the type that is made up of stocks or bonds, or houses, but the kind that is a result of the DNA we passed to them and that more esoteric kind of legacy made up of passing on who we are. Some of my children want little that represents what I’m made of, and some highly regard it. But highly regard it or no, it is passed on to them in measures...
garden hunter – kerti vadász, originally uploaded by werka.hu. very cute fabric...
I thought I would announce the fact that I opened a Zazzle store for my daughter’s artwork. We call it ‘eLaine’s Locker‘. The idea is to get her started in getting a bit of exposure for her anime drawings, and eventually a little spending money for when she goes to school next fall. It is fun to help your kids develop their talents and fledge into something that helps them learn...
Not only does this solve the problem of trying to find an old style turntable, but you can record that good old music too! I think this is just a fabulous gift to get anyone that has an old album collection! I know, too many exclamation marks… I came across it while looking for gift ideas and consulting my affiliate links for ideas. It is available through Linens ‘N Things, and probably...
People are somewhat schizophrenic in focus during the holiday season. On the one hand they want to spread cheer, be jolly and bright, and lighten each others day; on the other hand they get stressed with the effort, become pushy and grumpy, if not outright hostile. They drive more erratically, become exhausted with their efforts and worried about their budgets…. unless… Unless they slow down,...
I started an online Advent blog sometime in 2006. Something like one of those old fashioned Advent calenders like my grandmother used to send me as a child, each day holds a devotional thought and a picture. Over the years I chose different themes and some years included childrens activities or Christmas recipes. Our family uses them for the daily Advent times ( admittedly we sometime have to...
Autumn Is Ended ~J. Hazard Hartzell~ DOWN drop the painted leaves; The world lies stripped and wounded, cold and bare; Piled are the golden sheaves; And past is every object sweet and fair. Now faded are the flowers And grass on sloping hills and tranquil dales; And songless are the bowers Where lovers came and breathed their secret tales. The fruits are ripe and gone; The fields have lost their wealth...