That's uh , right. party
It was discovered by me that two of you like looking at party stuff. Starting sometime I will be putting up party stuff and kid's crafts. I may eventually make a party blog. Please do not feel you have to comment cause it will be the same stuff over and over or slight variations.
Don't worry, I'll still be spewing nonsense on my posts
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
More Pony
The girls wore "pony" tails in their hair
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The ponies got all glammed up with hair clips, pony skirts (those hair ribbon things) and pony wigs
Here they are after their visit to the pony parlor
A few of the ponies are baldies after having their hair brushed too often...but
presto chango here they are with their pony wigs,....fabulous
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The ponies got all glammed up with hair clips, pony skirts (those hair ribbon things) and pony wigs
Here they are after their visit to the pony parlor
A few of the ponies are baldies after having their hair brushed too often...but
presto chango here they are with their pony wigs,....fabulous
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Monday, September 10, 2007
The Sparkly Unicorn Parade
Unicorn; mystical, mythical or myopical?
unicorn vs dolphin (i'm betting on the dolphin)
making video surveilance seem innocent byputting unicorn headband on it?
unicorn vs dolphin (i'm betting on the dolphin)
making video surveilance seem innocent byputting unicorn headband on it?
Saturday, September 8, 2007
These Are A Few Of Her Favorite Things
There is a special blogger out there who feels a little shy about expressing her soft side. I am posting some of the things she loves but is afraid to embrace.
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this post is dedicated to elasticwaistbandlady. LOL
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Birthday
Six years ago today my little Lean was born. Six weeks early, at 3:51 a.m.
The day of my baby shower.
The long awaited, and much prayed for baby of older parents. The tiniest baby I had ever seen.
The happiest day I have ever had on this earth. My little Lean.
I wrote this haiku for her when she was three:
The brush of her hair
Soft, spun gold against my cheek
Caresses my soul
Guns N' Roses wrote this song about her fourteen years before she was even born:
She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet child o' mine
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet love of mine
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet child o' mine
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet love of mine
Oh, Oh, Oh yea
Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet child o' mine
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet love of mine
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet child o' mine
Oh,
Sweet love of mine
Happy birthday, baby.
The day of my baby shower.
The long awaited, and much prayed for baby of older parents. The tiniest baby I had ever seen.
The happiest day I have ever had on this earth. My little Lean.
I wrote this haiku for her when she was three:
The brush of her hair
Soft, spun gold against my cheek
Caresses my soul
Guns N' Roses wrote this song about her fourteen years before she was even born:
She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet child o' mine
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet love of mine
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet child o' mine
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet love of mine
Oh, Oh, Oh yea
Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet child o' mine
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet love of mine
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet child o' mine
Oh,
Sweet love of mine
Happy birthday, baby.
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Sunday, September 2, 2007
Dog Gone
I stroll down the runway, all eyes are on me. Everyone wants a piece of me; "Jean Knee , over here...over here Jean Knee , over here, pick me, pick me ,pick me!"
"I love you!! you are fabulous!!!!!!! Wooowww she looked right at me!!!!, Jean Knee, May I lick your hand?!!!!!!"
HUH?
Just strollin down the runway, that's me. " hellooooo everyone,,thank you thank you, hello, how you doin?" You wnat to fullfill this same dream?????? Of course you do. Take yourself to the nearest animal shelter, stroll down the dog-runway and this could be you.
This was me on Saturday. A long Holiday weekend. What better time to choose a new companion for my dalmatian, Polka Dot? HMMMMMMM so many cheerful, longing faces, wagging tales. Oh the pressure, how to choose just one? the right one? For Polka Dot? Try them all out of course.....
Some hours later we've adopted a black lab mix, female, 2 year old canine. Named Penny.
Penny meets Polka Dot, they sniff each other, scuffle, repeat. She checks the yard out, we pet and play with them for quite a while. I go inside, return after 15 minutes. They've had their first dominance fight. Polka Dot got his mass kicked, in a big way (so glad I missed it, that's my Polka Dot she's messing with!) Pet-n- play lots more, we venture inside. Things seem calm outside, no scuffling or growling, ahhhh, the sweet feel of a family gently melding together.
We go outside to praise Penny. She's gone, she jumped a 5 foot fence and is running with the neighbor dogs.
Repeat all of the above countless times. COUNTLESS TIMES. We take shifts breaking up fights, returning errant dog to fence on and on and on. We are invited to a swim party, oh no we can't go because we have a toddler, er new dog, to look out for. On and on and on and on.
Through a Holiday weekend. Yes, this could be you.
to be continued.... I know the absolute total suspense is killing you...it's killing me too,.. . .literally
GUESS WHICH ONE IS POLKA DOT
"I love you!! you are fabulous!!!!!!! Wooowww she looked right at me!!!!, Jean Knee, May I lick your hand?!!!!!!"
HUH?
Just strollin down the runway, that's me. " hellooooo everyone,,thank you thank you, hello, how you doin?" You wnat to fullfill this same dream?????? Of course you do. Take yourself to the nearest animal shelter, stroll down the dog-runway and this could be you.
This was me on Saturday. A long Holiday weekend. What better time to choose a new companion for my dalmatian, Polka Dot? HMMMMMMM so many cheerful, longing faces, wagging tales. Oh the pressure, how to choose just one? the right one? For Polka Dot? Try them all out of course.....
Some hours later we've adopted a black lab mix, female, 2 year old canine. Named Penny.
Penny meets Polka Dot, they sniff each other, scuffle, repeat. She checks the yard out, we pet and play with them for quite a while. I go inside, return after 15 minutes. They've had their first dominance fight. Polka Dot got his mass kicked, in a big way (so glad I missed it, that's my Polka Dot she's messing with!) Pet-n- play lots more, we venture inside. Things seem calm outside, no scuffling or growling, ahhhh, the sweet feel of a family gently melding together.
We go outside to praise Penny. She's gone, she jumped a 5 foot fence and is running with the neighbor dogs.
Repeat all of the above countless times. COUNTLESS TIMES. We take shifts breaking up fights, returning errant dog to fence on and on and on. We are invited to a swim party, oh no we can't go because we have a toddler, er new dog, to look out for. On and on and on and on.
Through a Holiday weekend. Yes, this could be you.
to be continued.... I know the absolute total suspense is killing you...it's killing me too,.. . .literally
GUESS WHICH ONE IS POLKA DOT
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