I can hardly believe it
but I am getting my photo files
all cleaned up doing this
Finish it up Friday thing.
When I search for photos to use here
I am deleting some and moving others
into their proper storage folders.
What is up this week?
MY LITTLE STAR---RIA
is off to a dance competition in
She always takes a prize.
She is the most graceful little girl
I have ever seen.
Even when not dancing
she moves like a dancer.
Isn't she a beauty...
with a little SASS thrown in for fun.
Makes me want to cut hearts out of leaves
when I look at her.
Don't you love this idea!?!
I HEART this little guy, too.
This old dollhouse sits under a covered "porch"
on the front part of our garage.
CJK- is fascinated by it and always checks it
to see if "fairies" are inside.
He KNOWS they are there.
On my side porch off the dining room
I have a glass topped table & chair set
I bought from my
neighbor years ago.
I pull the cushions off it for winter
and it starts looking bare.
But-who says that a
won't work outside?
AND if you use
fake faux fruit
you won't get "critters" eating them.
I send them next door to eat the
I am a good neighbor that way.
Speaking of FRUIT---
Have you seen this little "trick"
on the internet somewhere?
Is that cute or what?
with a piece of celery for the stalk.
Well, there's my FIVE photos--
of course #1 counted as THREE pictures,
I never was very good at
FOLLOWING THE RULES
and I have the deportment remarks on my
old report cards to prove it.
I blame my father for that...
hey---gotta blame somebody.
He was a smart-aleck, too.
This is a TRUE STORY!
When I missed school I
ALWAYS wrote my own excuses to turn in
to the teacher in charge of truancy.
I asked my MOM to write my excuse for me
because I was in a hurry.
When I turned it in they called HER
to see if I had
FORGED MY EXCUSE.
SHE was MAD at ME
Maybe if you are
REALLY GOOD I will tell you about
the time I tipped over backwards in
Accounting class and my
full skirt and can-can
went up over my head.
I blame Charlie Watson for that!
He put his feet against the legs of my chair
when I went to push my chair back
to stand up.
Mrs. Harkness never liked me anyway.
She liked me even less after