101 Uses for Plastic Spoons

I've been avoiding the occasional "craft night" at church for quite some time. I'm not one of them......you know the ones......The ones who capture each moment of the past in order to tastefully display those freeze frames of good times on 12x12 sheets of decorated paper.

I was actually a little worried that I might not fit in. I'm not a scrap book kind of gal. I have no children to document. I e-mail pictures of vacations to family and post them on my Facebook page for others to see.

But tonight I decided to try it out. I took a crochet project I've been working on for quite some time and thought, "I'll at least keep my hands busy."

And then it happened........

A sweet, Godly woman in our group of 6 mistakenly and innocently combined the names of two local sporting goods stores while telling a story. The stores are Big 5 and Dicks. There was a shocked hush for about a nano-second. And then came a rush of laughter and giggles that soon had us blinking away tears.

Conversation bloomed......
From the Holy Land to red sauce and nacho cheese....from scrap booking tools to plastic spoons.....from "making new plant stands" to creepy, empty, dark churches........from long haired boys to dead pets..........from "Partners in Crime" to snoring husbands.......from cricuts to culs de sac.........from princess laptops to texts from the caretaker twin.......from blogs to Narnia dwarfs...

From the time I arrived at about 7:30 pm until we left at 11:30pm....

Friendships were made, renewed, deepened, and cherished.

I had a great time.
Thank you Lori, Patti, Willo, Ashley, and Jenni.

See ya' next time........

By the way, Patti, how do you really feel about cremation?

Goodbye, Sweet Baby Girl.

We had to put Pinky to sleep today. We've known for a while that she was slowly losing the battle with kidney disease. A few days ago, she quit eating or drinking.

It's so hard to lose a pet. We chose to forget that this day will come when we open our hearts to a new pet. We push it to the back of our minds. But today, Troy and I faced it head on.

It's heartbreaking to walk around our house without seeing her peeking around the corner or lounging in the middle of the rug on the family room floor. She loved to stand beside the refrigerator and peek through the crack between the door hinges when I had the door open. She could hear the recliner motion from the top floor and would rush down to jump in the lap of whoever was reclining. She would often stand at the balcony above the door leading to the garage, looking down to make sure it was us coming home for the night before she would make her presence known. I don't know how long I will have to resist the urge to look up to see if she's standing there when I walk through the door.

I miss her so much.

Goodbye, Sweet Baby Girl.