without a trace

Meet our Welsh Corgi, her name, or title I suppose, is Lady Diana- Princess of Wales. We just call her Di for short, and forgo all that regal formality. We recently had a really ferocious thunderstorm, and with the metal roof of our new home, it was sounding more like a monsoon! Michael went outside to check it out, and to, as they say, batten down the hatches! Her highness was very curious to say the least, and followed her master everywhere he went. They checked out the barn, and the garden shed, they walked through the "maybe someday guest cottage", they checked all the gutters, and down spouts, and they even checked under the house, all in the dark, in the rain, together, master and princess. I don't know what they were looking for exactly, but they didn't find anything concerning, and master came in for the night, and Princess stayed in her "castle" (garage, but don't write me nasty e-mails, she likes it there, she told me so!)

The next morning Di was gone. Gone I'm telling you, vanished with only a trace of shiny golden fur left behind,and an uneaten bowl of original flavor Beneful. I called and called, not a bark, not a whine, not a trace, no Diana!I went in to ask the kids, "seen Di this morning?" I questioned. "No" they chimed, and we all filed out to search and call. We called and called, not a bark, not a whine, not a trace, no Diana. We called some more. Kartwright hopped in the van and went to check the neighbors, we continued to call, we whistled, we clapped, we whooped, we hollered, no bark, no whine, no trace, no Di. Panic started to set in, and can I just say right now, and don't judge me, but I'm not really a dog lover. I know, what am I saying right? I like dogs, their cute, and furry, and they love you no matter what, but they are dogs, and you know what kinda things dogs do....you know! Anyhoo, I didn't want to lose Diana, I was quickly discovering just how much I liked that shrimpy furball, with every call, every clap, every whistle, without a trace! I had visions of her laying in our woods injured, and unable to respond, hurt and broken by some horribly wild coyote or something.

Kartwright returned....no Di. We searched the barn, he searched the garden shed, he searched the "maybe someday guest cottage"...no trace. I called the local animal shelter, no Corgis. The kids were worried, I was worried, she always came when we called, and since we moved to our new house, she had not ventured far from home. I remembered the storm, and all I could think is that she got afraid, and left....or worse, she saw the dog crate in the garage that had just recently been placed there, and decided anything was better then the dreaded dog crate. (she always hated that thing). So we called some more, not a bark, not a whine, not a trace!

So I did what I always do when I'm in a panic, and want to cry, I called Michael. He said all the right things, he assured me, he said she would come back, but I knew he knew what I knew, and that wasn't good. So, we called some more, but no trace. Soon Michael was home, and can I just add here, that Michael is also not a dog lover. He likes dogs, I mean their cute, and furry, and they love you no matter what, but they are still dogs, and we all know what dogs do. He was quickly discovering how much he liked that shrimpy furball. He called and clapped and hollered, but still, no Lady Di. The kids and I went in, and Michael went lookin. He was back in just minutes with a big smile. The master had found the princess locked under the house. We were ecstatic, she was ecstatic, and all was well in the Corgi kingdom, and she was really glad to be back in her castle (garage).

Orange Friday

Instead of participating in "Black Friday", I think I'll enjoy Orange Friday with the girl in the orange bow, and a breakfast of Reeses Puffs with hot Cocoa. Doncha think that sounds much better then traffic and long lines, not to mention rude people and commercialism?

Of course that can be fun too! teehee

My Thanksgiving centerpiece

Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Monogram wreaths

As part of Wreaths on Wednesday I wanted to share my newest creation!

In early September, and in the midst of unpacking moving boxes, starting a new homeschool year, and general mayhem at our new address, I had it in my mind that I wanted to make monogram wreaths for the glass front doors of our new home. It was bad timing, but that's how I roll when I get something in my head. I had seen something similar in a magazine, and hoped to recreate it. They used paper letters,but the only ones I could find were not large enough, at least not large enough for what I had in mind. I ended up cutting my letters out of florist foam. That was really easy!Their letters were covered with fall leaves, but I wanted a wreath that would last through the holidays, cuz I'm cheap like that. I used reindeer moss. So anyhoo this is what I came up with. I took pics along the way if any one's interested, but it really was very easy, and came together very quickly. I used hot glue to attach the "moss", and thumb tacks to stick the ribbon into the top of the door. In hind sight, I wish I had used a different color ribbon, or perhaps that burlap looking webbing stuff. That would have been cool. I took these pictures just yesterday, so you can see that it has kept its color very well.

I know, I know, a terrible picture, but don't hit that big X button yet, stay with me!

This is from inside, which, if you have a glass door means that you have to moss both sides of your initial, but it also means that you get to enjoy your handiwork each and every time you pass by!

I love that, double effort for way more then double enjoyment. You could hang these in your windows, and spell your whole name, or words, like JESUS, or NOEL, or QUIT LOOKING IN MY WINDOWS, or you know whatever you think would get you some attention.

Here they are from the outside. Don't look at the mess that is on the dinning room table. Hey, I said don't look!!!! And, REALLY REALLY don't look at the present that Jewels the cat brought home, and left on the front step. Yep, you can see the mouse head if you look really hard, but don't look! Really! I'm not gonna move it!!!! YUCK!!!

I know, I know, empty pots!!

I'll work on that next, I promise!

Any suggestions of what to put in there,to get me through the winter in Georgia.

Thanks for looking at my monogram wreaths!

Head on over HERE, and look at some others.

You can see a small paper wreath that I made last year HERE.

Happy 14th birthday my sweet Crockett

To my sweet Crockett on his 14th birthday

Chris Rice - Breakfast Table lyrics

Was it a million miles to heaven
Too far to hear my lonely song
Or is it just my imagination I hear you humming along
I only hold you in my dreams now
I wake up with cold and empty arms
Lord help me get through this long night without you
And soon as the morning comes
Soon as the morning comes

Save me a seat at the breakfast table
Save me a dance around the Milky Way
And save me a thousand years to whisper in your ears
All I’ve wanted to say
Save me a smile and an angel’s feather
Save me a walk down the streets of gold
And baby, we’ll change our minds just like old times
And maybe we’ll just fly away
Or maybe we’ll stay

My lucky doll, you’re in heaven before me
You were my taste of heaven here
Remember we loved to talk about it, we couldn’t wait to get there
So you go on and find your way around now
But remember I’m here missing you
Do me a favor and say hey to Jesus
And tell him I’m missing him too
Tell him I’m missing him too

Then save me a seat at the breakfast table
Save me a dance around the Milky Way
And save me a thousand years to whisper in your ears
All I’ve wanted to say
Save me a smile and an angel’s feather
Save me a walk down the streets of gold
And baby, we’ll change our minds just like old times
And maybe we’ll just fly away
Or maybe we’ll stay




Lyrics | Chris Rice lyrics - Breakfast Table lyrics