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I'm Moving! What?

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What?? Yes!  I'm moving!  Well... the blog is anyway. The blog will be moving from Blogger over to WordPress in mid-August.  I've been working hard this summer getting things ready. There will be many exciting changes and I can't wait to share with you everything that is going on. Oh my goodness!!  So much is happening over at our house.  I will be revealing a new blog name and theme. I'm so excited! Can't you tell? Everything is coming together "over there"  so...stay tuned. You will be alerted just as soon as everything comes together.  Please hang around. I think you will like the changes.  

Have a great weekend and until we meet again,

Fifi

A Little "Roadside" Project

I just happened to "rescue" an old Singer sewing machine that was headed to Goodwill. The sewing machine didn't have any sentimental value to me so we decided to repurpose it. We took it apart, saving the parts of projects yet unknown. This is how I operate. I don't know what I'm using this or that for. I just know that I will.  Then one day. Wallah, we are in the throes  of a project and we are putting together pieces from here and pieces from there.  That's how this project came together. We had this sewing machine base and we tossed about several different ideas.  It was going to be a desk. It was going to be a table.  It was going to be a desk, and back and forth.  Then one evening I saw tables rounds at Lowe's and decided, definitely a table.  So last weekend I went to Lowe's, bought a table round....

Lowe's Home Improvement

and....wasn't satisfied. Do you ever do that?  I looked at it. Tilted my head from one side to the other. Looked at it some more and went to bed with that look on my face that said "that just doesn't look right."  So, I woke up around 1:30 am, very normal wake up time # 1 for me, and as I'm lying there, I start thinking....wait a minute, don't we already have a table top.  YES!! We picked up a table top from the side of the road at a neighbor's house a couple of years ago.  They were cleaning out the basement and had hauled everything to the road. Kristen called and told me about the table top and I met her up there and we loaded it up and brought it home.  Needless to say, the Lowe's table top lost out.  I cleaned this old table top with Murphy's oil soap.

I think she turned out beautifully.  She is the perfect size for our small kitchen. Perfect size for the two of us, now that the nest is empty.  No need for traipsing back and forth to the dining room every meal.  Yeah, I think I'm in love.

James used two by fours to build up the base to the correct dining height.

That man right there. Yes! that one!  He's the one that makes all the projects happen.

I dream them. He looks at me real funny, then makes my dreams come true. 

Thanks for stopping in and taking  a look at our new kitchen table.

She sure turned out well. I think so anyway.

Until we meet again.  Fifi. 

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Memorial Day Thoughts

I don't know about you, but when people say "Happy Memorial Day," I sort of cringe.  Memorial Day is a day set aside to honor the fallen. Those who died in service to our country.  It's not a "celebration" day. It's a day of pausing to remember those who gave their lives.  They gave everything so that you and I can go about our daily tasks with the freedom to do so, within the bounds of the law, and call this wonderful nation our own.  1.1 million men and women have given their lives for our freedom.    

Yes!  That is a lot of people.  That equates to the entire population of Dallas, Texas.  It is hard for me to take in.  This is not a celebration.  It is a day to remember.  A day to honor the fallen. Those who gave all. A friend of mine, who is also a veteran, posted on Facebook this morning,  "Please remember there is a difference between Memorial Day and Veteran's Day.  God Bless America!  I bow my head in reverence to  my brother's and sisters in arms, who have paid the ultimate price." Dawn May White

Let us not forget what that price has meant to those left behind. Bow your head today and take a moment to thank those who have paid the ultimate price for you.  I already have.

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There is This Family

I suppose it was, a little more than a year ago, I started noticing a dad and his son, maybe eight years old, running every morning in our neighborhood. Early morning, like 7:00.  Every morning. Not random mornings, but every morning. You could set your clock by them. I'm not going to lie. I was skeptical at first.  My immediate thought was, "that boy has been giving them trouble in school and dad is running off some energy."  Dad would run a slow methodical pace, but on occasion I would see the little boy dragging behind and dad could be seen encouraging his son to keep up. They ran in the rain and cold. Didn't matter what the weather, they ran. Spring went into Summer, Summer into Fall and Fall into the cold of Winter.   Well, it wasn't long after,  Late Winter came around and another son about six years old joined in. Hmmm.  Interesting.  Little brother must be a hand full too. Dad would run in the lead, big brother a couple of steps behind dad, and he could be seen "coaching" his little brother, "come on, you can do it."  Little brother would run and catch up, Huffing and puffing and then all three would be together giggling and running as a unit. I've been watching them, these three guys, for a good while now.  Little brother has joined the team. He can hold his own now.  No coaching needed. He is a qualified team member.  I've changed my mind about this group over the course of the year.  I watch for them. Smile as I see them coming. In the past few weeks, however, the group has changed.  Mom and another little brother has now joined in, I'm guessing baby brother is about four years old.  Here they come right now. I've been watching for them this morning as I sit and drink my coffee.  Dad in the lead, big brother, middle brother, Mom and the baby.  They are like a family of ducks. All in row.  Baby brother huffing and puffing like middle brother used to do. Mom, turning and saying "come on, you can do it."  I'm just guessing there are no cocoa puffs in that home.

As I've have been watching them a spiritual application has begun to take form. Dad in the lead, spiritually guiding his family on the race of life.  Hey kids. this race of life is tough.  You must be ready. Let's run the course with diligence, with strength, with a sound mind and body.  A child wanders, is having a tough time and Dad looks back and says "hey, you can do this, we are here for you. We will help you. Let's keep the faith."  This is what families do.  We pray for each other. We encourage each other.  I'm not talking about just our biological families either.  I'm talking about our brothers and sisters in Christ as well.  Do you see a sister hurting?  Pray for her. You don't have to know all the details! Come on...pray for her anyway.  God knows all about it. Give her a hug and tell her you love her and then really pray for her. Tell her she can do this. Encourage her to keep the faith. This is what families do!  This is how we win the race.

Come on,  you can do it!!!  God's promises are true.  Keep the faith!

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Until we meet again,  Fifi

"So I was born; I blinked; and it was over."

I was just skimming Facebook a few nights ago while we were watching TV and ran across an obituary that Emily Phillips, a woman that passed away from pancreatic cancer, wrote herself.  I was totally crying by the end.  I felt, after reading it, that I knew her, or I wish that I had.  I believe that she was probably the life of the party at family gatherings and that her family loved her with all their hearts.  At the end of the obit, she wrote these words, "So...I was born; I blinked, and it was over. No buildings named after me; no monuments erected in my honor. But I DID have the chance to know and love each and every friend as well as all my family members. How much more blessed can a person be?"  You can read her obituary in it's entirety here.

We have the chance to make each and every day a special one. You may not have monuments erected in your honor, or buildings named after you but you do have the chance to be a blessing to someone today. Make sure your family and friends know that you love them. Make a new friend. Bring joy and happiness into someone's life. Today is the day. 

Before you blink it will be over. 

I feel very blessed to have each of you in my life. Whether it's a personal relationship, family, friend, or by way of meeting through the way of Facebook or this blog, you all are important to me in a unique way.  

With love and, 

Until we meet again,  Fifi

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"Silver Liquid Rain Drops" Update

Here we are again. Another hair update. I can tell you what I've learned so far. Every day, looking in the mirror, is an adventure. My hair is changing daily.  The silver roots are getting wider. The dark brown is fading. There is a new and brighter me emerging.  My appointments at the salon have stretched from four weeks to six weeks. We did more highlights today. Morgan is a dream. We have the most fun and I always leave feeling better than I did when I went in.  It's a blast!  So...without further adieu...

December 2014

Friday, March 8 before appointment

Friday, March 8 after appointment

Today

                                    Before                                                                     Today

Me with Morgan at  Ego Hour on Stratford Road.

Ego Hour Facebook Link

The progression is going well. Some days I wish I could speed the process up a bit.  O.k.  a lot.  I'm not known to be the most patient person in the world, but this is exciting, fun and a great adventure. 

Until we meet again,  Fifi

Update on my friend Sharon and her transition from blonde to silver.

Look at those beautiful streaks of silver. 

Sharon's hairdresser, Meegan 

She works at Euphoria Color and Hair Salon in Fayetteville