Cast Iron Skillet Art...

Things my husband does to make me smile....






I never know what I'll wake up to the next morning if he cleans the kitchen the night before. Do you think he has a calling? I saw a guy that makes life sized Lego portraits and asks big bucks for it and someone else that does those etch-a-sketch drawings. I'm sure he could find a niche.

My Crazy World...

Kids, they always keep us on our toes. Mine are no different. It seems my accident prone daughter, Catherine, has struck again. I thought it was going to be my son, Andrew, that would send me to the Dr/ER/Radiology more than anyone. That is what stereotypes do to you. But no, it is my pink, frilly, princess Catherine that has had a broken collar bone, dislocated elbow (a couple of times), 3rd degree sunburns, illnesses out the wazoo and now.... a drum roll.....


Yep, a broken foot.. complete with cast. Yes that is blue, because pink is passe in her book for now. It seems that a cast iron lid (our 12 inch lid) fell straight down on her foot. A couple of broken metatarsals later, we are here, hobbling around on crutches, enjoying the attention but hating the pain in her arms as well as her foot. I'm thinking I need to up my caffeine intake to keep up with these kids.

I am amazed that Thanksgiving as come and gone...

and we are in the home stretch of Christmas. I think the kids are ready....


But am I????