Sunday, July 27, 2008
Done at last....
Purchases...
Thursday, July 24, 2008
A google knol!
Hi there, I'm trying out a new google thing called a knol (who knows why??) it seems to be basically a page that you can type anything and just put it out there. So I've put in a yummy recipe for a passionfruit cake here.
10 commandments for reducing stress
Here is a remind on ways of reducing stress....
- Thou shalt not be perfect, nor even try to be
- Thou shalt not try to be all things to all people
- Thou shalt leave things undone that ought to be done
- Thou shalt not spread thyself too thin
- Thou shalt learn to say "No"
- Thou shalt schedule time for thyself, and thy supportive network
- Thou shalt switch off and do nothing regularly
- Thou shalt be boring, untidy, inelegant and unattractive at times
- Thou shalt not even feel guilty
- Especially, thou shalt not be thine own worst enemy, but be thy best friend.
Thanks to Physical Sense, Physiotherapy, for these!
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Quick post
Monday, July 14, 2008
Our A 2 Z Adventures...
David and I have a new blog. Working with our coach recently we were talking about how having weekly 'dates' can be quite lame and not really helping to connect with each other. Mike was encouraging us to have 'experiences' together, so we decided to take turns going through the alphabeth, choosing experiences! So far we have had A (A conversation) and B (Bus trip and coffee at Borders Bookshop). It's so much fun - it really makes you think outside the square and there's the element of competition just to add some spice! I have C (I know what I'm going to do) and David has D and so on.
We want to see how many people will join us. Time invested in your relationship is never wasted. If you are interested, leave a comment and we'll put your names on the blog.
We are having fun!
We want to see how many people will join us. Time invested in your relationship is never wasted. If you are interested, leave a comment and we'll put your names on the blog.
We are having fun!
An award....
The rules are as follows:
1. The winner can put the logo on his/her blog/
2. Link to the person you received your award from
3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs
4. Put links to those blogs on yours.
1. The winner can put the logo on his/her blog/
2. Link to the person you received your award from
3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs
4. Put links to those blogs on yours.
5. Leave a message on the blogs of the people you have nominated.
I would like to nominate....
Linda who has a busy interesting life that I enjoy reading about and is a beautiful quilter!
Helen who makes lots of lovely quilts. Thanks for sharing!
Candace who has such a beautiful looking blog and shares lots of bits and bobs!
Katie who is soooo funny, I enjoy reading her blog. She has an AMAZING garden!
Lucy in Holland who takes beautiful photos and makes inspirational mini quilts!
Merith in Australia. I wish I could see in her cupboards. The sheer quantity of things she achieves is mind-boggling!
Keryn also in Australia (sister of Merith). Those girls are incredible I don't know how they do it!
so many amazing blogs... such a shame I have a day job! Thanks everybody for all your great contributions!
Friday, July 11, 2008
Quilty progress...
Here's my wee helper! He is such a light sleeper than no matter how early and how quietly I get up he comes to join me!! The fabric on the right is my impulse purchase. I just loved them so much. The colours are actually much brighter than the photo shows.
Sewing plans!
Another weekend hurray! I wish that I could just sew all weekend. I can't get used to working full time and not being able to squeeze in any sewing time! I've got three quilts I want to make before the end of August...
I also brought some gorgeous fabrics yesterday, I couldn't resist them. I'm going to do them as a hexagon project just to plod away at in the evenings. I love having a hand project on the go. I'll put a photo in here later.
- One for my dad - I made him a wee one at Christmas, but he actually seems to like it so I'm going to make him a lovely one to snuggle under for his birthday!
- One for Eva - she's coming over in August.
- One for Mum to take to Korea out of New Zealand fabrics.
I also brought some gorgeous fabrics yesterday, I couldn't resist them. I'm going to do them as a hexagon project just to plod away at in the evenings. I love having a hand project on the go. I'll put a photo in here later.
Stitchers Angel
I've joined my first swap - see the pretty badge to the right! I've never joined a swap before because I didn't know if I'd meet the standard, but I know I can do stitchery!! I've been doing embroidery since I was 12 years old. Read Hugs from Helen to find out about it.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
Best reason to get out of bed at 5am!
Yes the Tour started today. In a household of cycling mad boys, getting up early is compulsory. Its one of those things that once you start watching you get hooked!! Two years ago I came home from the hospital having just had my hip replaced. I lay on the sofa and David put on the cycling. The first few days I moaned and groaned but then... I was hooked! Now we look forward to it. Even James got up early. Yes he is lying under a quilt that doesn't have its binding yet!! I have to find the brown fabric to bind it and haven't had time to get it yet. Oh well, still warm and cosy....Saturday Sewing...
Friday, July 04, 2008
Junior South Island Cycling Champs...
It's snowing at home...
Monday, June 30, 2008
This is cold...
It was so cold this morning when I went off for my swim (!!) that the hot water I put on my car froze instantly, and there was ice on the INSIDE of my windscreen! Figure that out.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
What to do on a wet weekend!
Friday, June 27, 2008
A neat story....
My friend sent me this very cool story! I don't know where its from or who to give credit to, but I love the lessons in it!
I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraizing a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes, but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me. 'Hello Barry, how are you today?' 'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas....They sure look good.' 'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?' 'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.' 'Good. Anything I can help you with?' 'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.' 'Would you like take some home?' asked Mr. Miller. 'No, Sir.Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.' 'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?' 'All I got's my prize marble here.' 'Is that right? Let me see it,' said Miller. 'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.' 'I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked. 'Not zackley but almost.' 'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble,' Mr. Miller told the boy. 'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.'
Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. 'When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like redafter all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.' I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man.
A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles. Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.
Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket. 'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. 'Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt.'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho .' With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.
The Moral : We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath. Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself. An unexpected phone call from an old friend. Green stoplights on your way to work. The fastest line at the grocery store. A good sing-along song on the radio. Your keys found right where you left them.
It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived
I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraizing a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes, but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me. 'Hello Barry, how are you today?' 'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas....They sure look good.' 'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?' 'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.' 'Good. Anything I can help you with?' 'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.' 'Would you like take some home?' asked Mr. Miller. 'No, Sir.Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.' 'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?' 'All I got's my prize marble here.' 'Is that right? Let me see it,' said Miller. 'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.' 'I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked. 'Not zackley but almost.' 'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble,' Mr. Miller told the boy. 'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.'
Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. 'When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like redafter all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.' I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man.
A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles. Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.
Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket. 'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. 'Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt.'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho .' With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.
The Moral : We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath. Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself. An unexpected phone call from an old friend. Green stoplights on your way to work. The fastest line at the grocery store. A good sing-along song on the radio. Your keys found right where you left them.
It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived
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