Sea Gulls aka Sky Rats

At the beach I snapped this shot through my window. I opened the window and tossed out a few french fries.
There just wasn't enough for all of them.

Happy Birthday Emma

Remember I would sing to you?

Just as my Mother sang to me.

Where are you going my little one, little one?
Where are you going my baby my own?

Turn around and you're 2.

Turn around and you're 4.

Turn around and you're a young girl
going out of the door.

******************



God Bless you Emma,

and God Bless your path in life.
I Love You.

Refridgerator art

Not exactly what I bargained for.

Cluttery Mess

Small Storage Cabinet

As advertised in ad from a newspaper.
Many pieces with instructions in Engrish.

All you need is a Phillips.
I recommend a power screwdriver, this little one is very handy.

I have 14" wide available space.
10" wide means 10" deep? (crap!)

It didn't fit! Had to put hamper there instead.Luckily the hair dryer and brush fit in the drawer.
Here it is nearly 2 hours later.

Martha Stewart close your eyes.
It does hide a lot.

Happy Lent

Roses are red, roses are blue ?

Yesterday was a thoughtful exchange of flowers, valentines and candy. The bouquet above may look like one large bouquet but it's really a collection of vases clustered together. Look at that blue rose from Tom! And the peach one from Theresa. The white rose is from my sweetheart and all the rest of the beautiful flowers are from Nora. (Thank-you)

And...
Xavier 's other front tooth fell out!

bet you didn't know I was a poet.....

T.C.B.
I stand at my closed window in quiet retreat,

(taking care of business)

Thankful for hot running water.

(Dirty glasses, forks and spoons)
Waiting patiently for the warm days and wild flowers,

(a stack of assorted dirty plates)

So I can throw open my window again.
(what the heLL was in this bowl?)

But take your sweet time February.

(that's what I get for hiding it in the fridge.)

I love you because you are today.

(water swirls down the drain glug, glug.)

And that is what I live for.

(pat my hands dry....sigh )

~Elaine Vermette 2009

Fastest Growing Sport in Norway Today

My friend Dave sent me an awesome video today I want to share with you. Have you ever dreamed of being able to fly? I have, many times. When I was a little girl, I would have dreams of being swooped up by the wind while I was running to catch my bus. I would glide through the air like a bird with my cardigan sweater billowing behind me. Those dreams will probably be reoccurring now that I've seen this death defying video clip. Only this time, I'll be wearing my wingsuit and I won't be needing the bus.
In Disney's movie Toy Story, Sheriff Woody tells Buzz Lightyear..."That's not flying, that's falling with style!" Woody was right about Buzz...but Aye Yie Yie This is something else. THIS IS WILD!
I situated the video down this page by the jukebox control to make it easier for you to mute the blog song playing but still be able to hear the video, if you want. Watch the Fastest Growing Sport in Norway Today. (awesome video Ali thank-you) (and thank-you too Dave)




UPDATE...Today is April of the year 2018 and I deleted the clip...sorry people.
Also the jukebox company folded years ago.
You can always count on change.

Living With A Crime Fighter...

You can take Xavier out of the Spider Man costume,

but you can't take the Spider Man costume out of Xavier.

The Naked Truth

A fresh coat of paint. A clean start. When it's on the ceiling and walls it brings atmosphere and warmth. It will preserve and protect the outside of your house. When it's on a piece of furniture it adds charm and personality. On canvas it becomes a masterpiece. It gives a punch of color where needed. No matter what colors are on your palette a fresh coat of paint does wonders.

I absolutely love painted furniture. I don't have any trouble changing an already been painted piece to suit my taste. My favorite style is folk painting or peasant style. I like old world, old fashioned....old! Pennsylvania Dutch is sweet. I just love any piece by the artisit Peter Hunt .

So, if I like paint so much then will somebody please tell me why I feel so guilty painting the grain of wood? There's this feeling of remorse that succumbs me when I get the urge to paint wood. First, I think about what color I would choose "IF" I painted it, and that makes me happy thinking of the possiblities. Next comes the guilt of perhaps ruining antiquity or disturbing it's history, or just plain hiding the grain. It's as if I'm not really the owner but merely a custodian or curator of a rare artifact. Soon... I dismiss the urge. It's silly because the fact is, that the things I'm wanting to save from paint would never be aired on the Antique Roadshow.
I look around and see various shades of brown. Some of these things are begging for a splash of color. Things I've always wanted to paint but never had the nerve to. For example, an antique wooden medecine cabinet missing it's glass from the door. It hangs in my kitchen and holds spices. Thank-goodness somebody had the courage to paint the inside of it a pretty robin's egg blue. I love it. I haven't replaced the glass because it's more convenient (read lazy) to reach in and grab my seasonings. But if I can muster up the gumption... it will be painted. The glass door will be repaired. Inside the door a sheer curtain will hang tight. It might be nice to actually use the door with it's little brass hardware. It hangs right over an old jelly cabinet that has lost it's door. Again...unpainted. I keep my pots and pans there.

In fact instead of painting things I've gone to the other extreme and I've stripped paint off of some furniture. This takes time ... a lot of time, and to tell ya the truth, I can't say all this restraint and preservation is worth it. So I will make some changes soon and paint those 2 pieces as a start. Will I share the before and after pictures with you then? Of course I will. Bbye for now. ~Elaine

Madonna of the Kitchen

There's a little shelf in my kitchen that I keep a candle on ...just in case we lose electricity.

Or

Just in case I need to illuminate my blog space.

The Lord's Prayer
Our Father who art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done on earth,

as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us,

and lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil. Amen.

Because this is MY blog space and I can be me here.

But YOU are always welcome.

SEE!

Xavier has a surprise to show you.

SEE?
It's exciting to be almost 7 years old,
and your tooth wiggles out all by itself!

The tooth fairy used to bring me a shiny quarter for each lost tooth.

Xavier is hoping for a dollar.