Friday, August 24, 2007

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Time In A Bottle . .


If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
~Time In A Bottle. . . Jim Croce
This is a picture of my dad and I. This was taken back in the later 80's, I think. Pretty sure around then anyway. This was at my parents house for a Hawaiian themed Christmas party.
My dad was the type of dad who truely tried to make sure we had what we needed, when we needed it, and to try his darndest to help us get our wishes. Of course, I know and appreciate that much more now that I am older than I did at the moment. You know, being just a kid and all . . .
My dad was a very good egg. I miss him.
love ya,
ja-who-dee

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Now I see the world . .


Now I see the world as a candy store
with a cigarette smile
saying things you can't ignore . . .

The first time I took the "inner rock star" quiz I chose these as what I would sing. There was another phrase that I was drawn to, and I wanted to answer the quiz with what I would wear if I could, not how I dress now (there ain't no flat stomach to show off folks!). So I went back and redid the quiz. My dress a tad bit differently, and my lyrics now being:

And I use my ddress
to wipe up my drink
I care less and less
what people think . . .

okay, so jumping from "saying things you can't ignore" doesn't necessarily mean I can't "care less and less what people think" . . . does it?

Oh heck, who knows, I'm wacky. I think you've all figured that out by now!

But the result of the change was . . . nothing! My inner rock star is still Ani Difranco, who Kaleigh believes to be awesome, so what the heck, I've ordered up "Not A Pretty Girl" CD by Ani. I'll give you my review after it comes.

I also decided to try to find a good book to read. Right now I am reading the book "The Perks Of Being A Wallflower". Not my favorite of books. Oh, I'll finish it, but I won't give it a rave review. The book reminds me of "Catcher In The Rye" and actually the book is mentioned more than a few times. I favor Wallflower over Catcher. But neither will I ever read again.

I think I shall try a couple books from the author JoAnn Mapson. I am looking at reading "Bad Girl Creek" and "The Owl and Moon Cafe". She has several books, but I thought I'd start with those. Hope they are two thumbs up. I could really use a good book right now!

love ya,

Ja-who-dee

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

My Inner Rock Star . . .

From a quiz this is who my inner rock star is I haven't a clue who this is but I will find out


You Are Ani Difranco!

Honest, real, and well liked.
You're not limited by any boundaries.
"And you can call me crazy
But I think you're as lazy as white paint on the wall"

what European city . . .

I took a little quiz, this is the European City I belong in.

You Belong in Barcelona

When it comes to Europe, you don't want to decide between culture and fun. You want art by day and a big party by night.
Barcelona is ideal for you. You can check out some Picasso, eat some tapas, take a siesta, and then dance all night!

Where have . . .

all the days of summer gone? Wow. Yesterday and this morning it has felt like fall is in the air. We've needed rain for some time now, so I'm not complaining about that, but a little warmer temperatures with it sure would be nice.
The art today is a little 3x3 I made for my friend Paula. We are doing a swap with a total of 13 artist. Each artist creates a little 3x3 for the others. Each artist has their own theme, and when you receive all 12 3x3's, you then put them together to create one big collage.
Paula's theme was "white caps" . . . whites and sepia . . . a beach thing. I found the little advertisement for girls camps, and this old photo (the date on the back said 1912) and the gal is in a "sailor suit". And then of course, you have to have shells . . . perhaps this young miss went to one of these camps in her day?

Monday, August 20, 2007

Some Karla today . . .

I'm in the mood for a little Karla Bonoff today . . .

I've got something I'd like to tell you
Something that happened to me
I'd been feelin' thoroughly lowdown
So I went to see the gypsy

She sat me down by her candle
She said she had the powers that be
And she looked me in the eye and took my hand
And this is what she said to me

She said, now you're flying high
Tomorrow you might be low
The same thing that makes your baby cry
Might make him get up and go

She said this would be all for now
But that you might come back
If you find it hard to understand
Simple little words like that

So I gave her all of my money
And took off for Singapore
But I couldn't unravel those words of hers
So I went back to the gypsy for more

She said, now you're flying high
Tomorrow you might be low
The same thing that makes your baby cry
Might make him get up and go

Well, just about this time my luck changed
And fortune did roll in
Well I learned the meaning of happiness
And the value of a friend

I met a fine young gentleman
As fine as a man can be
But I never forgot that gypsy girl
And what she said to me

She said, now you're flying high
Tomorrow you might be low
The same thing that makes your baby cry
Might make him get up and go

~Flying High . . . Karla Bonoff



Friday, August 17, 2007

Don't Count Your Chickens . . .


before your egg hatches . . . .

this is an older musing of mine, but I hate the thought of you all coming to visit and there not being anything new! And, with this being Friday, there definetly wouldn't be another posting until Monday.

Keep safe until then!

Love ya

ja-who-dee

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Far To Go . . .

As I have written before, I don't remember much of my childhood. I don't know, perhaps because I was the youngest there are many things my sister Mary would remember that I wouldn't because of the age difference? Who knows. I think it bothers Mary more than it does me sometimes . . . What do you mean you don't remember that?! . . .

Any way, yesterday bits of Fleetwood Mac's "Landslide" ran through my brain. Today I kept thinking of bits of the childhood poem about the day of a week that a child was born on. Sure I wasn't getting it all right, I had to ask my old friend Google for some help.

This is the poem:

Monday's child is fair of face;
Tuesday's child is full of grace;
Wednesday's child is full of woe;
Thursday's child has far to go;
Friday's child is loving and giving;
Saturday's child works hard for a living.
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
is fair and wise, good and gay

So, I suppose with out looking it up, you all know what day of the week you were born on? Sigh, not I. But poking around on the internet, I found that on the day I was born, it was a Thursday. I guess this is better than a Wednesday and being full of woe . . . But Thursday's child has far to go . . . to where? For what? Am I half way there? Almost there? Just more questions to ponder!

I also found that David Bowie and Reeves Gabrels did a tune titled "Thursday's Child". I haven't a clue how the tune goes. I kind of can't get passed picturing David Bowie in "The Labyrinth" with all the little muppets and puppets. I just really was never a big fan, but the lyrics of the song "Thursday's Child" do interest me enough that I may just have to find a copy on CD to play.

Or actually, probably Mary knows them, she remembers everything ~smiles~

This is the refrain of the song:

(Throw me tomorrow..oh,oh)
Now that I've really got a chance
(Throw me tomorrow..oh,oh)
Everything's falling into place
(Throw me tomorrow..oh,oh)
Seeing my past to let it go
(Yeah, throw me tomorrow..oh,oh)
Only for you I don't regret
That I was Thursday's Child

Enough for now lovies. It's Thursday, I have far to go, so I best get going and get 'er done!

Love ya,

ja-who-dee

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Fleetwod Mac is in my head today . . .

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life

Well, Ive been afraid of changing
cause Ive built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
Im getting older too
~Fleetwood Mac . . . Landslide

Friday, August 10, 2007

Mystic Hand . . .


This is a book thong I recently made. I got the idea from the talented artist Angie http://angiehallhaviland.typepad.com/angiesartfulllife/ she uses a bamboo tile and makes a transfer to lay on the tile. They are ever so awesome!


I gave this particular one to Robin whom I have known forever as my parents and her parents had a lot of grand times together! We actually all have many stories we could share about those times!


My mother's cat, Rosie, is named after Robin's mom as that is who gave mom the cat. Fortunately Rosie the human has a much kinder and gentler way about her than that darn cat!
love you all,
ja-who-dee

Thursday, August 09, 2007

romper bomper stomper stu . . .



Okay, I'm pretty sure that isn't how the "Romper Room" little saying went, but hey, I don't really remember to much from my childhood . . . which drives my sister Mary nuts . . . How can you not remember that . . . she'll say . . . but anyway, it went something like that.

My friend Barb Burkard over at 123 Lavender Lollipop Lane http://www.123lavenderlollipoplane.blogspot.com/

nominated me to be a Rockin' Girl blogger . . . . now I'm suppose to nominate 5, but to tell the truth . . . just about all the blogs I visit regularly already have been honored! What's a girl to do?!

I just think you ALL ROCK, whether you have your own blog or not!

love ya,

ja-who-dee

Takin' Care Of Business


You get up every morning
From your alarm clock's warning
Take the 8:15 into the city There's a whistle up above
And people pushin',
people shovin'
And the girls who try to look pretty
And if your train's on time
You can get to work by nine



this is a recycled collage. I made this quite some time ago for a lottery drawing at ARTchix Studio Ya-Ya-Sisterhood group. To tell the truth, I don't even remember who I ended up sending it to . . . . someone very awesome I am sure!!!!!!!

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Monday, August 06, 2007

Bye Bye Sweet Kitty . .


My heart swells with grief, but my mind cannot find the path to my hands to type out the words to express my grief. I found comfort in the below poetry, and hope that those of you who knew and loved Kitty can find some quiet peace in it too.

Bye bye sweet Kitty, I will miss you, but know that you are no longer in pain, and you have taken the hand of God and will be waiting for me when I too must take his hand and begin the journey.

Hugs and Kisses,

ja-who-dee


Don't grieve for me,
for now I'm freeI'm following the path God laid for me
I took His hand when I heard Him callI turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day,
to laugh,to love, to work or play.
Tasks undone must stay that way
I've found that peace at the close of the day.

If parting has left a void,
then fill itwith remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,
Ah, yes, these things I too will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow
I wish for you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored much
Good friends, good times,a loved one's touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all to brief,
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your hearts and share with me,
God wants me now,
He set me free.

~

Friday, August 03, 2007

Colors of the Wind . . .


Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind

Hazel sang the song "Colors Of The Wind" for her very first Talent Show at Fulton Elementary. She was in the first grade. We got her a little white "Indian Dress" and had to put her red hair in braids because "That's how
Pocahontas wears it mom". She was the cutest little red headed Indian :*) :*)

In a few weeks Hazel will be begining the fourth grade. sigh. Time passes by so quickly!




Thursday, August 02, 2007

HEALING . . .


Whatever you ask for in Prayer with faith you will receive.

Matthew 21:22

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Hope . . .


Keeping hope alive is based on remembering how we made it through the past with God's help.
~Sister Joan Chittister

Again, I would like to thank you all for your wonderful emails and prayers during this difficult time for my husbands family. Your prayers are felt and greatly appreciated! I for one am not giving up hope!

Love you all,

Ja-who-dee