tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17862373976889130972024-03-13T10:32:16.190-07:00.robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-12798307581012927672010-06-15T17:19:00.000-07:002010-06-16T07:24:53.613-07:00Confessions of a Pitiful Poster<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/TBjebSDwbkI/AAAAAAAAALE/2RxAPs0_UOM/s1600/DSC_1852.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/TBja41Gd0oI/AAAAAAAAAKs/beTuCqc8Sn4/s1600/DSC_1734_1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/TBja41Gd0oI/AAAAAAAAAKs/beTuCqc8Sn4/s200/DSC_1734_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483373216185307778" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/TBja4QMmjNI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vJ4socxBtKU/s1600/DSC_1716.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/TBja4QMmjNI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vJ4socxBtKU/s200/DSC_1716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483373206278933714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/TBja5sex28I/AAAAAAAAAK8/wbUMYImHcuA/s1600/DSC_1811.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/TBja5sex28I/AAAAAAAAAK8/wbUMYImHcuA/s200/DSC_1811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483373231051234242" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/TBja4HcWebI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HYwkdPH0DwY/s1600/DSC_1849.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/TBja4HcWebI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HYwkdPH0DwY/s200/DSC_1849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483373203929070002" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/TBja5BDFJ3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/4PULzXn_yjs/s1600/DSC_1780.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/TBja5BDFJ3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/4PULzXn_yjs/s200/DSC_1780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483373219392333682" border="0" /></a><br />I'll admit that I've been a pitiful poster here for the last...well, just look at the date on the last post. Pitiful! We have so much going on in our little world right now that my head is literally spinning. And, it's all happening so fast!<br /><br />Here's the brief: no more homeschooling, so we needed to find a school for the boy who will be in 9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> grade, the girl was graduating (if you've ever filled out <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fafsa</span> - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">nuff</span> said), and we needed to find the right house and get him registered for school. Well, God has truly brought it all together better than I ever anticipated. There are so many small details that I'd love to share, and this whole experience has led me to a greater awareness of His impeccable timing and my need to not fret and to just trust Him!<br /><br />We are now in the throws of post- graduation (the graduation ceremony was beautiful, she was radiant and now she's looking forward to attending Watkins College of Art & Design). We are packing up and moving out June 30<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span> to our new little country-style house <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"></span>and Sean will be attending the high school he was hoping for. I can't wait to share pics of the house with you, but I need to get moved in and settled first, I think. Or, just drive on out and visit us!<br /><br />I do have pics of the graduation ceremony(LOTS of em, but I could only put 5 on here?). I have to say that I am so proud of our little girl...<br /><br />I'm hoping to be a better blogger as soon as the dust settles - of course, dust never truly settles...hmmm.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-77978247018686375212010-03-05T10:04:00.000-08:002010-03-05T10:15:21.915-08:00Remember to Praise!So much sadness and heartache in the lives of dear ones around me; struggles in my own life that sometimes seem larger than life...<br />This is for when I tend to forget that God IS in control and rather than worry and mope, I should praise Him!<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Are you with me?<span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Psalm 47</span></span></div></div><h5 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-size:78%;">For the director of music. Of the Sons of Korah. A psalm. </span></span></h5><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14627">1</sup> Clap your hands, all you nations;</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> shout to God with cries of joy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14628">2</sup> How awesome is the LORD Most High,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">the great King over all the earth! </span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14629">3</sup> He subdued nations under us,<br /> peoples under our feet. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14630">4</sup> He chose our inheritance for us,<br /> the pride of Jacob, whom he loved.<br /> Selah </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14631">5</sup> God has ascended amid shouts of joy,<br /> the LORD amid the sounding of trumpets. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14632">6</sup> Sing praises to God, sing praises;<br /> sing praises to our King, sing praises. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14633">7</sup> For God is the King of all the earth;<br /> sing to him a psalm of praise. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14634">8</sup> God reigns over the nations;<br /> God is seated on his holy throne. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14635">9</sup> The nobles of the nations assemble<br /> as the people of the God of Abraham,<br /> for the kings of the earth belong to God;<br /> he is greatly exalted.</span></p>robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-46958919182805626582010-02-21T17:08:00.000-08:002010-02-21T17:12:57.599-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/S4HZTQcOKFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XfWbU0UStLw/s1600-h/keep+in+touch+stationery.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/S4HZTQcOKFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XfWbU0UStLw/s320/keep+in+touch+stationery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440868749694347346" border="0" /></a><br /> Check out Suzanne's <a href="http://www.keepintouchstationery.blogspot.com/">great stationery line</a> and enter to win her giveaway!!robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-58148456584799799182009-12-30T18:59:00.000-08:002009-12-30T19:29:08.603-08:00Growing...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/SzwXZSXCNxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QOYJXAaV3_k/s1600-h/IMG_3567_1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/SzwXZSXCNxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QOYJXAaV3_k/s320/IMG_3567_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421233774639855378" border="0" /></a>Someone please tell me where has the time gone?? 18 years ago a tiny, helpless baby girl came into the world. She was needy and looked to me to make everything okay. As she grew, she talked incessantly, followed my every move and couldn't get enough of being in my presence. <br /><br />That precious baby is now a precious young adult who would rather die than give in to neediness. She must have used up all of her words. My presence is not such a necessity. <br /><br />But, I wouldn't trade the blessing of watching her grow for anything. I'm so proud of her self-confidence, quiet grace and independent spirit. She knows who makes her world secure and seeing her grow in her faith and love for her maker is more than I could ever ask. <br /><br />Happy Birthday, Sweet Alyssa!robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-22162702198273351602009-11-04T19:37:00.000-08:002009-11-04T20:08:05.133-08:00Handmade in the Arcade Craft Show<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/SvJPimh08DI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wumn4VKHoqE/s1600-h/handmade+poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/SvJPimh08DI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wumn4VKHoqE/s320/handmade+poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400466359047221298" border="0" /></a><br />I'll be participating in <a href="http://www.twistartgallery.com/Handmade_in_the_Arcade.html">Handmade in the Arcade</a>, this Saturday, November 7, 1-9pm--sponsored by Twist Gallery. This will be a fun, free event that you don't want to miss! Can you believe there are just 50 shopping days until Christmas? Stop by the <a href="http://www.nashvilleartisans.com/">Nashville Artisans</a> booth and say HI while you're there!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" />robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-87546117237406678882009-10-19T18:03:00.000-07:002009-10-19T20:51:28.140-07:00Don't Miss This One...I love a good giveaway and <a href="http://theurbanhen.blogspot.com/"> urban hen</a> has a lovely one--or choose from three! Sharon's vintage wares are just beautiful. Don't miss out on this one--it ends Thursday, drawing is on Friday!<br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" />robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-50442028712953857912009-10-09T12:49:00.000-07:002009-10-09T12:59:11.467-07:00We Have A Winner!And, the winner of the Teardrop Guitar String Earrings Giveaway is.....KT! <br /><br />Thanks to all of you for answering honestly about what influences your jewelry purchases. Your comments are a great source of "what women want." I really appreciate you taking the time...<br /><br />I wish you all could've won:( I plan on doing more giveaways in the future, so please check back!<br /><br />Congratulations, Katie! <br />xox -Robinrobinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-21677530994293521272009-10-02T09:03:00.000-07:002009-10-02T13:45:23.664-07:00It's Time for a Giveaway!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/SsYl5fV57oI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jm24Z66BO6w/s1600-h/DSC_1785.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388035673791524482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/SsYl5fV57oI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jm24Z66BO6w/s320/DSC_1785.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>For the 3 or so of you who read my blog, I'm having a giveaway! </div><br /><div></div><div>That's right...in honor of a new business venture, see here: <a href="http://www.nashvilleartisans.com/">nashvilleartisans.com</a>, I'm giving away a pair of my Teardrop Guitar String Earrings... All you have to do to enter is tell me what influences your jewelry buying - positively or negatively. Is it price, materials used, one of a kind, availability...? This is for gals and guys!</div><div></div><div>I will draw a winner randomly on Friday, October 8, so get those responses to me by 10/7 midnight CST. I can't wait to hear what you have to say! Let your friends/family know about it! xox-Robin</div><br /><div></div><div>Oh, and the winner has a choice of pierced or clip-on.</div>robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-91355252867655642382009-10-01T19:21:00.000-07:002009-10-01T21:57:01.209-07:00Hear Ye, Hear Ye!So excited to be part of this! Please visit to see or purchase my work!<br /><div><br /><div>::Nashville Artisans Gallery:: </div><div><a href="http://nashvilleartisans.com/">nashvilleartisans.com </a><a href="http://nashvilleartisans.com/"></a><br />created by Joel Anderson of the award-winning <a href="http://spiritofnashville.com/">Spirit of Nashville</a> collection and <a href="http://andersondesigngroup.com/">Anderson Design Group</a>:</div><br /><div> </div><div>And, to celebrate the cool, crisp days of Autumn:</div><div>I call it <span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Autumn Breeze Bracelet</em></span><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/SsVp5ArWTYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/67Tdq3h8Gis/s1600-h/DSC_3304.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387828957373943170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/SsVp5ArWTYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/67Tdq3h8Gis/s320/DSC_3304.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Happy Fall, Y'all!</div></div>robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-69063610209190068622009-09-11T18:21:00.000-07:002009-09-11T18:31:44.686-07:00Check It Out!Look at my new banner - compliments of my sweet and talented daughter, <a href="http://flickr.com/alyssanoel">Alyssa</a>. She totally surprised me with this and I love it! <br /><br />Thanks, Daughter. You're the best!robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-2905254084131267202009-08-30T13:26:00.000-07:002009-09-01T17:01:42.297-07:00Happy Birthday Sean<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/Sp20rTmkaaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ShkPQVJogG0/s1600-h/DSC_0810.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/Sp20rTmkaaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ShkPQVJogG0/s200/DSC_0810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376652186239658402" border="0" /></a> Actually, he turned 14 yesterday and I would have posted then, but this weekend was the busiest we've had in a while, part of that due to his birthday. His party was on Friday night, celebrated with his best buds, and consisted of a giant slip-n-slide down the slope in our backyard (they really go fast with baby shampoo!) and a night out on the town. They stayed up all night playing flashlight tag (we're talkin 3:00 in the morning!) I think they passed out around 6:00 am. So, his actual birthday was spend resting up. Later that night, Dad was playing w/ Paul Bogart at Puckett's, so the whole family celebrated there, too. Barbecue and pecan pie for a birthday meal is better than I could do at home!<br /><br />So, how do I begin to explain the complexities of this incredible young man? He's funny, easy-going, kind-hearted, creative, sure of himself, athletic, musically gifted...a joy to be around, even as a teenager. The best part is seeing his faith in God grow as he grows. We look at each other on a new level, literally - he's as tall as I am! It just happened overnight!<br /><br />He'll probably never read this, but I hope he knows how proud he makes me. It's been a delight and blessing to see him mature from the little boy that he was into the young man that I see now. I look forward to looking up to him. Happy 14th, Sean!robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-83703467161862722162009-08-21T19:42:00.000-07:002009-08-21T19:55:24.956-07:00Gone Are the Lazy Days of Summer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/So9dNlsQnwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HBWir3TP4D8/s1600-h/Tangled+Web+necklace.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/So9dNlsQnwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HBWir3TP4D8/s200/Tangled+Web+necklace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372615368513724162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/So9cWlvGibI/AAAAAAAAAHY/84MWRks9P4s/s1600-h/Orbit_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/So9cWlvGibI/AAAAAAAAAHY/84MWRks9P4s/s200/Orbit_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372614423632841138" border="0" /></a><br />Whew! Back in school mode. The first week has gone really smoothly, but I feel like I'm missing out on something. Oh yeah - sleeping in...lazy morning cups of coffee...that feeling of the day looming ahead with no important agenda.<br /><br />I did have time to create a few more trinkets before the madness hit. I'm anxiously looking forward to a new business venture...can't wait to share it with you! I'll keep you posted;)robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-3763366905692613282009-07-17T19:57:00.000-07:002009-07-17T20:19:01.243-07:00Joy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/SmE-kY67q8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kFVP9XX2vx4/s1600-h/joyneck1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/SmE-kY67q8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kFVP9XX2vx4/s320/joyneck1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359633826433444802" border="0" /></a><br /> Just a simple reminder that, although happiness is fleeting, joy is eternal.<br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br />My lips will shout for joy when I sing praise to you; I whom you have redeemed.<br /> -Psalm 71:23</span>robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-30655124426222935282009-07-07T17:00:00.000-07:002009-07-07T17:27:53.230-07:00Repurposed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/SlPn6zickgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bSaivgaC2zo/s1600-h/gtrear1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/SlPn6zickgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bSaivgaC2zo/s320/gtrear1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355879379326767618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/SlPnxbZ_l3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/aZIuDl4vA5w/s1600-h/gtrbracelt.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/SlPnxbZ_l3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/aZIuDl4vA5w/s320/gtrbracelt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355879218230040434" border="0" /></a><br />Steve was recently playing a gig with a friend who was changing out his bass strings. I almost had a conniption (that's a southern fit) when he said he was going to throw that wad of bendable, malleable, silver stuff away! Oh, the possibilities! So, what you see is one, actually two, of the finished results made from repurposed guitar string. More repurposed goodies coming soon...robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-32614725566484859802009-07-01T07:49:00.000-07:002009-07-01T07:59:39.226-07:00Wired and Stoned<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/Skt5wmVdvjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NdKovDOO0u8/s1600-h/copper,+color+and+coil1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/Skt5wmVdvjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NdKovDOO0u8/s320/copper,+color+and+coil1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353506457891225138" border="0" /></a><br />No, not me! I have long thought of naming my shop that simply because it reflects what I love to do (umm...create jewelry pieces using wire wrapping with stones!) This is one of the newest pieces I've been working on and I'll be posting others soon. Just wanted you to know I have been busy doing something since my last post in February!! Yikes, time flies when you're having fun!robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-56450345992440789432009-02-05T11:01:00.000-08:002009-02-05T11:32:27.576-08:00Eating Crow...or BuzzardYesterday started off really well. I had my to-do list and was feeling up to the challenge. The top of the list was to visit my local library to politely argue over a missing DVD. The said DVD was showing up on my account info. and I knew I had returned it. I even remembered looking in the case to make sure the disc was there. So, I walked up to the front desk cocked and loaded - polite, mind you. Of course, I got the one librarian who I knew to be rather brusque. She actually handled the situation really well, asking me to double check back at home, in my car, etc. I'm sure I was oozing sarcasm as I patiently explained that I had looked everywhere - and, don't forget, I even checked the case! After asking for the worst case scenario and being told it would cost $25, I lost a little of the patience declaring that I would NOT be paying for something I had returned. But, I dutifully agreed to check at home again and thanked her - politely.<br /><br />I let the incident fade throughout the day and had totally forgotten about it. Well, after I vented my frustration to my loving husband after his long day at work, I forgot about it. And, then, what do you know?? My son comes over to me with a ..."So, you returned this to the library, huh?" (obviously, I had mentioned it in his presence, too.) He was looking for a movie to watch last night and found the *#@ DVD by the side of the TV- the same spot I remember taking it from and then returning it to the library!<br /><br />So, today I'm off to the library again to apologize for my mistake yesterday and to sincerely beg forgiveness. <br /><br />Confession is good for the soul....thanks for listening.robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-18706886644144400002009-01-29T15:25:00.000-08:002009-01-29T15:46:45.878-08:00I Dare You NOT to Try TheseI was having a chocolate attack yesterday and needed a quick fix. I came across this recipe on <a href="http://www.blogger.com/http//www.allrecipes.com">allrecipes.com </a>and it really, I mean really, did the trick. And, so easy! These are dense, chewy brownies that just melt in your mouth. Go ahead, you know you want some. Let me know what you think.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Best Darn Brownies</span><br />2 sticks butter<br />4T good cocoa powder<br />2 c white sugar<br />4 eggs<br />1 c all purpose flour<br />2 t vanilla<br /><br />Preheat oven to 350 degrees.<br />Melt butter in heavy pot on stove.<br />Add the cocoa and stir until smooth - just a minute or two.<br />Take off heat and beat in rest of ingredients.<br />(I beat the eggs separately and gradually added small amounts so as not to scramble them in the hot cocoa.)<br />Pour into an 8x8 inch square pan.<br />Bake @ 350 degrees for 18-20 minutes or until the old toothpick in the center comes out clean!<br />YUM!<br /><br /></div>robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-73901897513857566272009-01-22T09:06:00.000-08:002009-01-22T09:20:49.831-08:00He's not getting older...he's getting better<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/SXiqK6fElkI/AAAAAAAAACg/D41JNL-k0hc/s1600-h/1-23-06-03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294168466449012290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/SXiqK6fElkI/AAAAAAAAACg/D41JNL-k0hc/s200/1-23-06-03.jpg" border="0" /></a> To the incredible man in my life- who happened to turn 46 today! I've been blessed to spend 30 of his birthdays with him (we were high school hearts :) Through all of these years he's taught me so much about faithfulness, unconditional love and perseverance (without complaining). I pray this day would be filled with all he holds dear: the presence of God, loved ones and sweet memories.<br /><div>Happy Birthday, Old Man! </div><div>I love you!</div>robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-1959063483737912392008-12-14T19:18:00.000-08:002008-12-14T20:12:36.017-08:00It's Beginning to Look A Little More Like ChristmasWhat a great weekend. We finally got our tree up -which was pretty painless this year. The lights cooperated, no ornaments were broken. I got lots of shopping done, Alyssa has the cards under control, and to round out the weekend... a beautiful time of worship at church with Christmas carols and time to just sit in awe of God and His incredible plan. At one point, during one of my favorite carols, I looked around and saw the familiar faces of church family and just had an ahhhh moment. I'm striving to find the balance of focusing on the simple joy and beauty of this season and taking care of the not so simple tasks that go along with it. God is so good to provide just what we need at just the right time. And, thank you, God, that's all year long.robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-25770392410312373722008-12-02T17:52:00.000-08:002008-12-02T18:56:44.004-08:00Going HomeI was away during Thanksgiving so I missed being able to blog all that I am thankful for. Thankfully, I can do that every day! And, being away, visiting with family, definitely made me more grateful and aware of the blessings that abound in my life.<br /><br />I always love going "home". I love the familiar smell of my mom's house, playing the annual Scrabble game with my brother(who rarely ever loses), visiting the local Zesto(it's a burger drive-in place that has the best ice cream cones that all the locals call "a custard"), riding through the park to see the light display and just having down time to sit and talk about the cousin of my former Sunday School teacher who married so and so once removed... There's nothing quite like it- it's so simple- and that's just how it's supposed to be. And, I'm thankful for that.<br /><br />How fitting that Advent should fall just after Thanksgiving. I'm ready to rejoice in the true reason for this season - and every day of the year. Somehow, going home helped me realize that.robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-3044788092483344862008-11-13T18:14:00.000-08:002008-11-13T18:18:28.157-08:00Silver BellsI heard it today – the first Christmas music in the material world. At first, I had to stop the grocery shopping I was doing to listen and make sure I was really hearing what I thought I was hearing. It was unmistakable – soft, background strains of holiday music. Amazing…it gets earlier every year.<br /><br />As I get older, I realize that a pattern in my behavior is developing. I start out fine with the whole holiday scene, somewhat excited about it all as I revisit childhood memories and the excitement of decorating the tree, the smell of baking, the joy of giving just the right gifts. But as the weeks progress, I’ll admit, I fall into a mild depression. I get so tired of commercial after commercial bombarding me with what I need to make this the most special Christmas ever. Then, the fatigue sets in from trying to get it all done - and done just right. And, before long, I’m wasted and ready for the whole thing to be over, feeling futile in my attempts. As a Christian, I realize this is just representative of the struggle to allow God’s grace to be sufficient for me. I know the true meaning of Christmas. My struggle is in keeping Him first and foremost above the holiday stresses and materialistic interruptions. But, then, that’s really just my life’s struggle compacted, and magnified, into 4-6 weeks of the year.<br /><br />I so want this Christmas to be filled with the things that really matter – love, laughter and, above all, time to be still and reflect on just what this time of year celebrates – my Savior, born in a manger, come into this world to die a horrible death so that I could be saved from my sin. He is the most precious gift and He is the celebration. But, then, shouldn’t that be a celebration everyday in my heart?<br /><br />I plan on keeping you posted throughout this season on how I’m progressing in this quest – or should I say rest? Now, time to dig out that wrapping paper I bought on sale last year…xox- Robinrobinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-41346666312746798792008-08-28T14:48:00.000-07:002008-08-28T16:33:24.075-07:00Puppy Love<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/SLc1kxrl41I/AAAAAAAAABU/a3DDdb6Y0U8/s1600-h/DSC02660.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239715597396599634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpO5dSxoJ4/SLc1kxrl41I/AAAAAAAAABU/a3DDdb6Y0U8/s200/DSC02660.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We did it (yawn). Sean has been wanting a puppy for his own for as long as I can remember(did I say,"for his own?") So, in honor of his 13th birthday, Dad and Mom bit the bullet, so to speak. I feel like I'm living through babyhood all over again - the sleepless nights, cleaning up mess (although, he's doing really good, as far as puppies go), the whining just when I've settled into relaxation mode... I know we asked for it! And, honestly, I think it's all worth it every time I see the look in Sean's eyes when they're playing together or snuggled up on the couch. Just a boy and his dog - what can I say? Excuse me while I try to sneak in a nap!</div>robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-25125554509979487222008-08-10T16:37:00.001-07:002008-08-10T16:58:12.203-07:00Hello New School YearOkay, I'm sitting here reading from blog to blog when I know I have so much to do to get ready for school. That's right...Adams Academy is opening for the 2008-09 school year. Can't say I'm "chomping at the bit", but at least some sense of normalcy will return to our household. Sleepovers will be alot less frequent -say, from every night to just one per weekend. We'll wake up earlier:( and be more scheduled :( :( We'll have books and projects spread all over the house. I know I'm not sounding like an enthusiastic, homeschooling mom right now... Summer has just been way too short this year. But, life is short and the learning must go on! Truly, I do feel blessed to be able to learn all the things I should've learned a long time ago right along with my kids. So, good-bye summer, hello new school year!robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-61108273806858788392008-07-24T09:54:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:03:00.147-07:00Lagging on the PostingWhy is it so difficult for me to post more frequently? Could it be that I feel like I'm spinning around daily in a cyclone, being whirled from one activity to the next at a maddening speed? Now, I didn't say the activities were necessarily extremely important. But even sitting down to the computer, I suddenly am lost in the archives of others' blogs and before I know it - an hour has past, leaving no time for me to sit and ponder, staring at the screen of my own blog, trying to think of what's on my mind. So, if by chance, you're one of the 3 people that get on to me for not posting more often - here it is....my post for the month of July. Not informative or even exciting, but representative of what's on my mind. Apparently, not much...I'll try harder next month!robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786237397688913097.post-68332845471345415642008-06-26T16:36:00.000-07:002008-06-26T17:58:15.760-07:00Learning to Let GoI guess I'm facing the challenge that every parent eventually comes up against. Yes, I've been looking back on old photos and reliving moments. You couldn't have told me sixteen years ago that I would feel this struggle or that it would be such a lesson for so many areas of my life. You know, you think you have it all under control - the little chicks are tucked safely under Mother Hen's wing and all is well. You patiently teach them and guide them - feeling, all the while, like you have all the time in the world. Then, suddenly, the chicks are as big as you are and they're testing the waters (or, maybe that's ducklings) and gradually moving further out from your wing. Then, they are further away than you can even see, out of the ever-watchful eye. And, you're left standing there waiting for when they return to the safety of the nest.<br /><br />What a blessing to not have to go this alone. I mean, friends experiencing the same season of life really help. But, I'm thankful for someone even greater who knows them better than I ever will. He knows what's on the inside of His creations and only He knows what lies ahead for them and for me. And, He never takes His eye off of us. I'm like my own chicks. I long for the security that's only found while resting under the shadow of His wing. Yet, I wander out on my own under His watchful eye and eventually come running back for the joy of being in His presence - which is what I really long for.<br /><br />Oh, life is so full of lessons - for children, as well as their parents. While I watch my own children gaining their independence (and, yes, that is a good thing), I can only hope and pray that they will still desire the comfort and joy of being with me and know that coming home is an option and that the door is always open. But, much more importantly, I hope that they will ever be aware of the greater need to be under the shadow of His wing and know the joy of really being home!robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10655463956507161731noreply@blogger.com1