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Testing Signature... =)

Hello everyone. Well, this signature was the last "pretty" that I was waiting on. My new blog is no longer under contruction, it is finished. yeah! I want to thank Kim at "KimberlyRyanArt" and Diane at "PetticoatJunction", without their help my new blog never would have happened. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!!! I am hoping to start using my new blog tomorrow and hoping to get a few goodies listed on my shoppe there as well. As soon as I get it all figured out, I will post my new blog address here... I'm hoping to see you all at my new blog home soon!

Old Age is a GIFT

You may have seen this before as I have. A friend sent it to me today and I thought I would share it with all of you. Whether you are in your 30's, 40's, 50's or older, this is a GREAT read!!!

The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question and I would ponder it, and let her know. Old age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometimes despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by the old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don’t agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, and my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I’ve aged, I’ve become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I’ve become my own friend. I don’t chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn’t need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 a.m. and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60’s and 70’s and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love… I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody’s beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am pleased to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day if I feel like it =)

Snowball Fight!

I'm sorry, but for some reason this graphic and link have disappeared and I haven't been able to fix it... =(

A POEM ABOUT OUR GIRLFRIENDS

Someone will always be prettier. Someone will always be smarter. Some of their houses will be bigger. Some will drive a better car. Their children will do better in school. And their husband will fix more things around the house. So let it go, and love you and your circumstances. Think about it! The prettiest woman in the world can have hell in her heart. And the most highly favored woman on your job may be unable to have children. And the richest woman you know, she's got the car, the house, the clothes, might be lonely. And the word says, "If I have not love, I am nothing." So, again, love you. LOVE WHO YOU ARE. Look in the mirror in the morning and smile and say, "I am too Blessed to be Stressed and too Anointed, to be Disappointed!" "Winners make things happen - Losers let things happen." To the world you might be one person, but to one person you might mean the world... Be "Blessed" ladies.

Pretty Lavender "Wish Box"

Here is a photo of my adorable little "Wish Box" created by the lovely blogger Rosemary at "RosesPetiteMaison". I was browsing blogs the other day and saw her post on her b*e*a*u*t*i*f*u*l boxes and emailed her asking if I could buy one. She said sure, and even took the time to go and buy purple/lavender crepe paper for me. The "Wish Box" ended up in our dinette. I didn't intend for our dinette to become the purple/lavender room, it just sort of happened. So I thought I'd share a few photos with you of some of my other favorite purple pretties. Around the same time that I received my "Wish Box" from Rosemary I had won an adorable little vintage cloche bell dome on ebay and wasn't quite sure just what I was going to do with it and then Rosemary's "Wish Box" arrived and it fit perfectly inside the cloche. I was so excited - I absolutely LOVE this sweet lil' "Wish Box" sitting on a vintage trivet and covered with this pretty old glass dome...

Here's to a GREAT 2008!

Happy New Year!

Debbie