Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Bugs are dumb, and other ramblings...

I got home right before midnight tonight...met with my sister about her wedding plans. I'm in charge of her invitations, and she has a heck of a guest list! It's going to be a cool wedding...sunset on Dauphin Island, with a reception at the Dauphin Island Sea Lab of all places! That's gonna be a blast. I can't wait.

So I sat down at my computer, and all of a sudden I hear *tap...tap...tap* on my window. It's midnight for crying out loud. I look towards the window and see nothing. A minute later? *tap...tap...tap* Ok now it's creepy. Why would anyone be tapping on my window at midnight. Probably a cat, or some punk kid playing a joke or something, I guessed. So I got up and went to the window. Then I saw it. *tap...tap...tap*

It was a bug. Throwing its body into my window. Multiple times.

Does it not grasp the fact that it's not going to get past the glass? Why does it continuously slam its body into my window, as if it's somehow going to achieve its goal (which I'm assuming is to come inside and have a snack) by doing this?

It finally stopped a few minutes later. It probably knocked itself unconscious.

Bugs are dumb.


So it's a little after 1 am now, and I'm going to take some meds and attempt to sleep. I'm having a very, very hard time with pain and weakness. I just can't seem to get any relief, but I've got to keep trying...praying...looking for a solution.

On a happier note, my plans for kids classes are almost done, and I will be presenting said plans to Hobby Lobby later this week. If this pans out, it will be a good thing. May God give me the wisdom and strength to make it successful.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Here it is...the Helping Hands Project

The story of the hands:

The old glove factory in Moss Point, Mississippi recently burned to the ground. President of Art With Heart Mississippi, Linda Hill, went to the factory and discovered hundreds of ceramic hands that were used on the factory's assembly line. She asked what would be done with the hands, and she was told that they would be ground up and disposed of. So Linda and a few of her friends got together and rescued the hands!

My efforts:

I joined Art With Heart shortly after, and jumped into the Helping Hands Project. The hands are being cleaned and used in various art projects in Jackson County. I was given about a dozen hands, and have been designing themes for them to be converted to works of art which will be auctioned off to benefit Art With Heart's mission.

My first completed hand was given today to a high school senior who wants to major in Art Therapy in college. I signed the hand and had my photo taken with the student for his senior project. He now has the hand in his possession and will be raffling it off for Art With Heart! Isn't that cool?! I'm thrilled!

Here it is...my first complete Helping Hand. :)


"Caught Red Handed Stealing My Heart..."

Ceramic, Paper Mache, Clay, and Acrylic











I love this project and can't wait to show you more. I have finished another hand, and have almost finished four others. Pics coming soon! :D

Monday, March 23, 2009

Something happened 31 years ago today...

...and because I'm OH SO SUBTLE...here's a teeny tiny hint from my kitteh friends:


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Friday, March 20, 2009

Urgency

In too much pain to sleep, but too weak to get much accomplished. I did manage to make queso (recipe a couple of entries back) and just took some lentil soup off the stove. Also doing a small load of laundry...time for summer clothes. I believe spring is officially here, and if you're familiar at all with spring on the gulf coast, you know it only lasts a few weeks before it becomes the sweltering six months of summer...April 15 to October 15. 80-100 degree (F) temps with 80-100 percent humidity. It's pretty much like clockwork.

I came to the realization the other day that I live life with a sense of urgency. These days, I get out of bed and rush to tackle as much as humanly possible because I know that my body is going to crash and I'm going to end up back in bed. I do the same when the periods of up time and down time are longer. When I'm functioning better than usual, I do as much as I can because history proves that it is only temporary. A mere window of living, in a lifetime of existence. I don't know how to get out of this "mode", because it's all that I know.

I'm feeling very troubled. Depressed. And more tired than words can describe.

I don't want to only exist. I want to live. And as much as I try to accept, and even redefine my life based on my circumstances and abilities, it just doesn't make sense.

I don't know how to make my life make sense.

Kelli's Low Fat Queso of Awesomeness!

Ok, so queso is no big secret. People have been making it for many moons. But *I* have the low fat, ten minute version, and cool pics to boot!

So to start, you want to find a large microwave safe bowl. I use Pyrex.

Then gather your ingredients:



That is 1 lb of 2% Milk Velveeta, 1 lb of fat free sour cream, and 1 can of rotel. I use mild rotel, because even the mild flavor has a kick.

And you want 1/2 cup fat free chicken stock or broth.



Slice velveeta and put in the bowl with rotel and chicken stock. Microwave on high for 5 to 8 minutes. BE SURE TO STIR EVERY 2 TO 2.5 MINUTES TO PREVENT BURNING! Stirring also allows it to melt more evenly.



Remove from microwave and fold in the sour cream. Return to microwave and heat for 5 minutes.



Remove from microwave, stir, and serve with tortilla chips!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Disturb us, oh Lord

Francis Drake was England’s most famous sailor and explorer, he sailed around the world in ‘The Golden Hind’ in 1580 and led the outnumbered British Navy to defeat the Spanish Armada in 1588.

This prayer was found in his ship’s diary, written on the eve of one of his great adventures.



Disturb us, Lord, when we are too well pleased with ourselves,
When our dreams have come true
Because we dreamed too little,
Because we sailed too close to the shore.

Disturb us, Lord, when
With the abundance of things we possess
We have lost our thirst
For the waters of life;
Having fallen in love with life,
We have ceased to dream of eternity
And in our efforts to build a new earth,
We have allowed our vision
Of the new Heaven to dim.

Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly,
To venture on wilder seas
Where storm will show Your mastery;
Where losing sight of land,
We shall find the stars.

We ask You to push back
The horizons of our hopes;
And to push us in the future
In strength, courage, hope, and love.
This we ask in the name of our Captain, who is Jesus Christ.

Amen

Blessings on this St. Patrick's Day




May your troubles be less

And your blessings be more

And nothing but happiness

Come through your door.


~Irish Blessing

Monday, March 9, 2009

Sittin' on the dock of the bay...part deux...photos!

As I said in the last post, I spent the night at my family's new place on the Sandy Bay in Bayou La Batre. Here are some pics, as promised:

Even though it has been three and a half years, there is still so much evidence of Hurricane Katrina...like this debris still caught in a tree in front of the house. It is most likely from the old pier that was washed away, and only a drop in the bucket of proof that the storm surge was two stories high in this area.


Here is a pier on the bay, still broken and left behind by the neighbors that chose not to rebuild it after losing so much in the storm.



While walking on the lot where my family's home once stood, I looked down to find that broken glass was still scattered all over the property. We believe the windows blew out, resulting in hurricane-force pressure to enter the house in all directions, causing it to implode. It was carried out to sea by the flood waters.



It's still sad to look at the concrete slab and broken pilings.



But look at their beautiful new home on the property. They moved in just a few months ago. It's my aunt's dream home...she designed it herself.



People ask why on earth they would rebuild on the water, considering what they lost. But after looking at this view...







They say, "Why not?"


May they have many happy years in their new home. It is a peaceful place, and they deserve it.

Sittin' on the dock of the bay...

I unexpectedly spent the weekend with my aunt, uncle, and cousin on the Sandy Bay in Bayou La Batre. Yes, Bayou La Batre is on the Alabama Coast near my hometown and its existence was made known in the movie Forrest Gump. Bayou La Batre isn't famous, however. It's still the same quiet little fishing community with not a tourist in sight. That's the way my family likes it, and my aunt and uncle live 5.1 miles down a sometimes treacherous dirt road in the swampy backwoods of the Bayou on the Sandy Bay. They lost their home in Hurricane Katrina, and just finished rebuilding on their property. The new home is a sight to see. So here ya go...




Yes, I said "booyah". Twice. Because I'm cool like that.


Pics from this weekend coming soon!

Thursday, March 5, 2009

A hint of a few things that I've been working on...

Uploading and resizing photos...like the nest in a nearby tree in the woods...



And the azaleas that are blooming in my yard. Mobile is "The Azalea City", and although I live in Grand Bay, home of the Watermelon Festival (HA), I'm still in Mobile County. One side of my yard is lined front to back with large azalea bushes that have been there at least 30 years.




I'm also working on homemade stationery and greeting cards, like this Easter one, as well as cards for A Million Thanks. I try to do at least 100 cards a year for them.

Look for cards and stationery coming soon to my BluJay Charity Store, as well as future giveaways! :)




And last but definitely not least...



I'll let you ponder what that is, exactly, but it a cool project for an upcoming charity campaign. Can't wait to show you the finished pieces! Coming soon!

Sunday, March 1, 2009

I never dreamed that my name would be on someone's tattoo...




My brother Layton got a massively huge tattoo yesterday.

A Celtic cross in honor his siblings.

Names in order of age: Kelli (me, obviously), Kate, John, Suzanne, Seth, Max (in heaven).

The tattoo takes up the entire top half of his arm, as you can see.

It took almost four hours.

His arm is currently double-wrapped in saran wrap and tape.

He has to unwrap and treat it several times a day until it heals.

I nearly burst into tears. All I could say was "Holy crap! No way! Get outta town!"

Layton said he did it so that no matter where he is, he would always have us with him.

I'm speechless. Blown away.

The tattoo is INCREDIBLE.

But not as incredible as the man wearing it.

I am lucky to be his sister.