Ok..this is ridiculous!

We sure don't mean to ignore the blog for so long but there are only so many hours in a day. We all wish we didn't need the 4 hours of sleep we manage to sneak in but it happens whether we like it or not.

Well...We want to start feeding this puppy so it grows. We have asked Dawn Edwards
 to help us with some fun projects and designs for you all to try
 and hopefully gain some inspiration. I don't know how many of you are familiar
 with Dawn's work ...but she is awesome.
You can check out some of her beautiful creations at

http://craftingontheprairie.blogspot.com/   

  Very soon she will be putting up some of her projects here.

 We will be giving step by step instructions and pictures
for those of you that want to try them yourselves.
 

We also have some of the tips we share on Kathryn's and Laura's shows
that some of you may have missed so we 

will post them here so you can refer back to them whenever you feel the need

 

So ..please keep checking back and we will have all kinds of fun for everyone.
Tomorrow I will post some  updated Kitty pictures.

 They are really grown up and so sweet.

            I hope you get a giggle out of this...I was crying I was laughing so hard....
This was sent to me by our dear friend Texie Nfong
Thanks Texie!

FOR ALL THE MEN IN OUR LIVES WHO ASK,   "WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG IN THE RESTROOM?    When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find  a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!  The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt)  is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse  on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't -  so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume " The Stance."  In this position your aging, toneless (God I should have gone to the gym!!!) thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seator lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance". To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying,  "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!  “Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday -the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That will have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible.  It's still smaller than your thumbnail. Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well  that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper  -not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled  if she knew,  because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because,  frankly, dear,  "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get".  By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet  is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of  water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl  that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you  grab onto the empty toilet paper  dispenser for fear of being dragged in too At this point, you give up.. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're e-x-h-a-u-s-t-e-d. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found  in your pocketand then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors,  .....so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel  and walk past the line of women still waiting. You are no longer able to smile politely to them.  A kind soul at the very end of the line points out  a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe.  (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this". As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom.  Annoyed, he asks,  “What took you so long and why is your purse hanging around your neck?"    This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It’s so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse,  and hand you Kleenex under the door!   A friend Is Like A Good Bra... Hard to find...  Supportive....  Comfortable ... Always Lifts You Up... Never Lets You Down, or Leaves You Hanging, And Is Always Close To Your Heart!!!