From Chaos Comes Happiness

What are you doing next month? Yes, the WHOLE MONTH. All 31 days. Any plans? No? Well . . . I've got something perfect for you. CREATE! Yes, I said 'create' ! Not sure where to begin? Well, follow me over to my friend Leslie's blog to find out where.You see,  Leslie will take care of it for all of us. Beginning March 1st, Leslie is hosting a "31 Days: Write, Create, Be" Party.  Leslie will prompt us with some wonderful tips, ideas, and goodies to create something . . . anything. . . 6 days each week. Seriously, 6 days a week, all month long. (She's pretty wonderful, isn't she?) I participated in Leslie's challenge last summer, when she held her last "31 Days" festival, and it was such a great way for me to sneak in a little creative fun each and every day. Her prompts were motivating, inspiring, and so helpful to my chaotic brain, that I was so grateful to participate. And this time around, I'm look so forward to thi

"Hey. . . " "Hi,"  I said, "how are you?" "Well, it's a bad day for our house today. . . " my dear friend, Kathleen replied to me yesterday. Immediately, bad thoughts popped into my head; the dog was sick (or worse), parents were ill, maybe even my dear friend herself was suffering from something terrible. "What is it?" I asked . . . bracing myself for the words I knew would change my life forever. "I'm allergic to red wine," she said. NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! Say it isn't so!!! I was right. The worst possible news I could hear. Ok, I know I'm a tad dramatic . . . but you are my blog friend, so you already know that about me. But, seriously. This is Kathleen. MY friend, Kathleen. You remember her, don't you? She came over not long ago for dinner with me and the girls. Remember? Yes, this is the friend, with the two bottles of wine. RED wine. And now, she's allergic. I feel li

Years and years ago, I picked up a little quotation book from a local book store. The book, “The Change-Your-Life Quote Book” by Allen Klein, is filled with over 600 wise and wonderful quotes to inspire and motivate. We've all seen books like this one before - there must be thousands out there. But something about this simple little one just pulled me toward it back then. I must have felt that I needed to change my life, and bought this book to help me get the job done. I brought it home, and I assume I glanced through a few pages of the book, and then promptly placed it on a little bookshelf in our bedroom. There it has been . . . for probably 10 years. I do look at it time and time again, as I swiftly remove dust from the shelf, and it always brings a smile to my face. Then it returns to its resting place until I next need some extra motivation in my days. On Monday, I threw it in my bag and carried it to work. While I no longer feel the need to “change my life”, I could al

When I was a young child of 7 or 8 years of age, I discovered my inner artist. Not a Saturday afternoon would go by without me drawing something, and rarely would I be found without some paper and a box of crayons in my hands. Drawing and coloring, very early on, became my form of expression. And it clearly is something that I still do (hence - all the headers I draw for my blog.) I can see Katie following in my footsteps, and I must tell you . . . I LOVE IT. Nothing warms my heart more than to see her as she works diligently on a piece of art. At 7 years old, she is turning into quite the artist. Currently, her specialty is the self-portrait. I have been secretly collecting her self-portraits and saving them for months now, so that years and year from now, she'll have them to look back at. Tonight, I spread a number of them out on the kitchen table and showed Katie. She couldn't believe I had saved them. I love to watch how her style is developing from one drawing to the

Just a little inspiration for your soul today . . . Last week, I sat at the kitchen table with Ella for a delightful afternoon of painting. I always feel kind of guilty when I start painting with the girls, because it seems within minutes of our adventure, I find myself lost in my own world . . . losing all sight of what they are doing. I feel bad about that . . . but it is almost as if the whisper in my own self takes over. Last week, this painting poured out of me, with the help of 8 little crayola watercolor paints that I bought last fall for $1 and a plain piece of printer paper. Nothing fancy, no elaborate supplies or materials. Just me and my whispers. Do you hear them? The whispers inside of you? Stop. Listen to them. They have something to tell you . . .

The other night, as I did the rounds of turning off lights and checking locks on doors before making my way to bed, I  found myself in the midst of one of those rare quiet moments. This house of mine is usually one big chaotic mess . . . full of children (if not only my own, then other neighbors kids thrown in for fun), family, music, Wii games, phones ringing, giggle fests or popcorn popping sounds, you name it - it's usually going on in this home. But at 11:00 pm at night, all is still . . . quiet . . . and peaceful. As I made my way from one lamp to another, I found myself really looking around at this place I call home and taking it all in. With my eyes traveling from one side of the fireplace mantel to the other, I was reminded of the blessing I have in my life; the roof over my head, the food on our table, the laughter of children filling my days, and the love of a very good man. It all looks just as I always dreamed. It was as I stood there, looking around this very roo

The days are going by so fast . . . it seems like the clock is in full speed mode and life is moving quickly. I'm glad to report that the winter blues have passed on by (yay! Finally!!). Although right now, my blog life has taken a back seat to . . . well... just life in general. I do have plans for some fun posts coming up in the next week or so (subjects like; Les Miserable, my New Years approach to healthy living, and some stories of inspiration). But until then, I wanted to share with you some photos of Ella's birthday last month. We started this "Birthday Breakfast in Bed" routine with Katie years ago . . . and this is really the first year that Ella wanted to start her birthday the very same way. So, here she is . . . our 4 year old! Of course, she didn't want to be alone! So Katie and her friend (who stayed for a sleep over) joined her!!! (I love the colors of Ellie's room. I hand painted the little characters on her wall before she was born - an

"To love another person is to see the face of God." - taken from Victor Hugo I watched the 25th Anniversary of Les Miserables on PBS this weekend (and I WILL be buying the blu-ray from Amazon after February 22nd.) I sang along with the performance at the top of my lungs.  And cried when I heard the line above,  said by character Jean Valjean. I had chills, I sang and I cried . . . for over three hours. It was wonderful . . . and I will share more of this moment with you later this week. For today, I just had to share this quote with you and wish you a day of love. I hope to return to regular blog reading and writing so very soon! Please hang in there with me. Much LOVE to you, dear friend.

Dear Sunday Driver, It was Wednesday . . . what the heck were you doing out yesterday? Ok, let me start over. That wasn't very nice, was it? I apologize. Greetings, dear Sunday driver. I hope this letter finds you doing well after hibernating this winter. My, how brave you were to head out of the house yesterday. I was so surprised to see you on the road. Although, I must tell you . . . I wasn't happy that you pulled out in front of me on the main road from my home . . . the one with the 45 mph speed limit. You do see that there is a 4 and a 5 on that speed limit sign, don't you? It's not a 3 and a 0. It's 4 and a 5. When you put them together . . . that's 45. And wow . . . when I am traveling at that speed, having your lovely Buick pull out in front of me going 30 is NOT FUN. But how lovely to follow you on that l.o.n.g. trek of road this morning. I must say - your car is looking lovely. Surely you have kept up with it well and haven't ha

I know that this relationship isn’t normal and I really shouldn’t rely on you so much for my daily happiness. But I just can’t help it. From the moment I see you, my heart skips a beat. I feel a joy come over me . . . like Christmas morning and winning the lotto all at the same time. I know that soon all will be better in my world when I have you in my hands. Oh, this life is good. There are days when I go without you. When I think that I can survive without your very existence. When I wonder what makes you so special. And I’m ok . . . for a short time. But then, something happens that makes me yearn for you. A late night, or an early morning, might send me into a state of panic if I don’t have you near me. I’ve narrowed you down to the most cost effective way, but just can’t give you up for real. Some people may think that our relationship isn’t normal. Some people may worry that I am too dependant on you. Some people just don’t get it. When I am cold, you give me warmth

I've been reading a number of blog posts lately on Dream Boards, and thinking about coming up with my very own board of dreams. Do you have one? I do, now. And I kind of like it. It pretty much sums up what I'm thinking about this gift of life I've been given. Where I am going. What I am hoping for. It was a fun exercise to sit down and put it out there. Here it is . . . for you to see . . . I made it on Oprah's website. Seriously. Click here  to link to where you can make your own. You have to register on her site (it's free), and you can create as many boards as you'd like - saving them on her site and exporting them to your own computer, if you wish (which I did.) You can use your own images (some of the above are mine), or pick from a number of Getty Images on the site to incorporate into your board. You can choose different background patterns or designs . . . the whole thing is kind of fun. It's a good time (over a month into the New Year)

The other morning, I took a good long look at my refrigerator. The front of it. In all it's chaos. Most of the time, my eyes just pass over all of the magnets, calendars, clips, papers, invitations, bills and photos plastered on the front of our frig - because, quite frankly, there is usually alot going on there. Except for one little spot . . . where I am inspired daily. The other morning, I caught a glimpse of this motivating spot, and felt the need to take a photo to remember it. And, as with most things, I want to share it with you. Here it is . . . The first thing I saw was the heart shaped leaf that Katie picked up on her return walk from the bus stop one day after school last fall. She held it so delicately in between her fingers and gently handed it to me, telling me that it was her heart and she wanted me to have it. I immediately brought it inside and secured it on my frig with this red clip. It has been there ever since. I think I will have to keep this f

This is my friend, Kathleen . . . I adore her with all of my heart. She has been my friend forever (or at least, for as long as I can remember). And we both enjoy wine.   This is Kathleen, her daughter Mags, and me and my girls having dinner one night in December. Having dinner with Kath and Maggie is truly one of my favorite things to do.   I love nights like this. This week, I received an email from Kathleen that went something like this: "So tonight preparing for the blizzard Storm of 2011 I went to the store. When I got back I unloaded my groceries and started to roll up my grocery bags into a tie. I need a refresher course, because my bags kept falling apart. So next time we have a pizza night, you will have to give me a lesson again."  I really can't leave my friend out there, struggling with her plastic bags.   And since the snow has me unable to drive to her house and give her a lesson, I thought I'd create a special VIDEO in her

. . . . well . . . maybe . . . I just can't help myself!!! I'm a regular Cecil B DeMille, I tell ya! I'm a video making fool!!!! So, just one more video . . for those of you who haven't gotten enough. I swear, you'd think we never had snow here before. But I'm just have too much fun on my day off . . . and that's what it's all about, isn't it? What I am realizing with this video thingamajiggie is that I am a much 'breathier' talker than I ever thought I was. I mean, I'm like Marilyn Monroe herself (uh-oh, time for another photo . . . !!! I see the resemblance, don't you? :) Just heard from the school that they will be closed tomorrow as well. Looks like our family fun will continue for one more day! Yippie! I'll spare you any additional video footage though, I promise. All for now . . . need to warm up with a hot shower and cup of tea. Then maybe I'll start sorting through our photos (and try to get something

We can't quite see the driveway, or the front walk way . . . . . . and it's STILL snowing! Remember way back when, when I said PG bought himself me a Flip camera for Christmas?  Well, I must admit, my friends,  I am enjoying it SO SO MUCH!!!! (Can't you tell?) I'm sure I'll be back with more video later. I just can't stop sharing the snow with you! Please accept my apologies ... and sorry for the breathiness of my voice - I just woke up and haven't had my coffee, or warmed up the vocal chords by yelling at the kids and hubby yet! ;) Happy Wednesday!

For those of you who are in the midst of sunshine and warmer temps, here's a look out my door just minutes ago... Crazy winds, I tell ya . . . crazy crazy winds. Don't you wish you were here with me?

If you live in the U.S.A. and have watched any of the news the past few days, you would have heard of the massive snow storm that is making its way across our great land this week. Yes, we are buckling down for a Chicago blizzard, my friends. And expecting anywhere from 18 to 24 inches of that beautiful white magic to hit our town, starting this afternoon and continuing until tomorrow night. Yikes. I am most excited (if you can believe it) about this snow storm . . . well, I will be excited once I know that all of my family members have arrived safely to their homes this afternoon and are all accounted for . . . and I will be excited because my PG is IN TOWN (yippie!) and I love nothing more that to be stuck home with PG, Katie and Ella. That, my dear, is the very best ever! I have lots planned for us in our humble little home, as we watch with great anticipation for the flurries to arrive. And having PG in town, and not on a business trip, just about warms my heart to Caribbean