People Are Who They Are!


My Etsy Site

Yay! I finally got my Etsy site up and running. I only have nine of my hundreds of bracelets on there, but at least I got it started. It’s a lot more work than I would have expected it to be. I really wish sometimes that I was more of a consistent person than I am, but what the hey. I am who I am. I flit from one thing to the next and back to the other on a daily basis. It’s actually quite exhausting. OCD? I don’t know. I just know that today I am working on my Etsy site. Who knows what I might be doing tomorrow. lol

You can check it out if you’d like at:


The Stock Market

Most of you know that my brother is a big part of my life. We are both divorced and about five years ago we decided to buy a place together and rebuild our lives. We bought three acres and a used trailer and started work on the place. Shortly into our quest, I was laid off from my job and he was left with the burden. He stepped up to the plate though and kept paying on the property and kept making improvements. He’s a good man. Today, the property is paid for and the trailer has gone from being a piece of junk we paid $2000 for, to a nice place that’s paid for. I can’t tell you what a good feeling it is to know that your home is paid for and that you don’t have to worry about loosing it no matter how bad things get.

I work and pay my own bills here which isn’t much since it’s just the utilities and I am good about controlling them. He stays out on the road working so I basically live alone. We were talking yesterday and he has built up a nice chunk of savings and wants to continue to invest his money. He’s got a lady friend now and is contemplating buying a house with her, something out of the foreclosure market and get it paid for quick like we did with this place and that will give him two homes that are paid for. That’s great. That move will be on him and her.

However, he wants me to start studying because he wants to invest in the stock market and he wants me to do it for him. Now I’m excited. There’s a lot to know about the stock market though. It’s not something you can just jump in to and get anywhere. I do know people that have done really well with it though that I would never have thought were capable of figuring it all out. My ex being one of those. So, if he can do it and a couple of other people that I’ve known can do it, I know I can.

I started last night just going through a couple of the online trading sites like Scott Trade and TD Ameritrade. So far of those two I like TD Ameritrade better. The site tools and education seem much better and the education is what I’m really after right now. I won’t have a ton of money to work with but I will have enough to make it worth my time to start learning what I’m doing.

So, if anyone already trades online and has any pointers or suggestions, I would love to hear from you! It would be nice to have someone to ask my questions to.


Shoe Fettish Anyone?

I don’t know how I started looking at shoes yesterday but I did and I ended up looking at these really funky funny shoes and thought it would make a good post. So here are some of the funkiest ones I found!

Look mom! No heels!

I’d hate to get that stuck somewhere!

Those either!

Has anyone seen my dog?

I think I stepped in something…

Has anyone seen my feet?

Hey baby…want to ride in my little red wagon?

I stepped in it deep this time!

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

Snow heels…you know…you’ve probably got a pair.

Well, she just must have been a bad girl or something.

Last but not least, I had to include the type that went along with this pair. I believe it was funkier than the shoes and I have absolutely no idea what it actually says.

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Funky Shoes


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All I can say is OUCH!!!!


My Guard Spider?

This little guy or gal is parked right next to my front door. I guess he or she is looking out for me.

Picture Perfect!

Mom was our rock. She was everything to us and always had been. She had been both mom and dad to us all of our lives. Even after she married Clarence, she was still the dad too. He was too kind and softhearted to discipline anyone. It was her we feared. It was her we looked up to. It was her we confided in. Everything revolved around her.

 She was the epitome of beauty. Her five-foot frame had never lost its shapeliness even after giving birth five times. We measured her once playing around and she measured a perfect 36-24-36. Her hair was always in place, yet the style was ever changing. She had, after all been a beautician when she was younger. Now as I watched her wither away I was angry. I never dreamed she would even be sick, let alone suffering with this terrible disease, this cancer. She didn’t deserve this. She had been through enough in her lifetime.

FD did a post on a 1955 show called “A Word to the Wives” and watching it reminded me of mom. A lot of things remind me of mom. I miss her. I’m not trying to get all sappy on you, I just love this picture of her. Most of my memories, most of what I write about her is inspired by this picture and I don’t think I’ve ever had it on the computer before so I wanted to share it with you. This is the only “studio” portrait taken of mom by herself. She was forty one and had given birth to five children when this was taken. She dressed neatly and fixed herself up almost every day…picture perfect, like the women in the show. This picture was taken about 1970 but she was coming of age in the early 50’s when that show was made and that was the way she thought things should be…picture perfect. You can see it in the photo.

There’s a picture taken the same day of my youngest sister. Mom went to have these made because she wanted a picture of my sister. At two years old, her hair was already down to her butt and it was extremely thick and beautiful. Mom, being a beautician, loved it. She spent all morning the day of the picture piling and pinning my sister’s hair on top of her head. It was gorgeous when she was done and my sister was a passive enough child for the hair do to survive getting to the studio to make the pictures. The truth be known, Mom probably added a half a can of hairspray to the mix that helped too.  My sister has the picture of herself so I couldn’t add it.

The reason I got excited was this is an 11″ x 14″ framed picture and I took it out of the frame and took a picture of it with my camera and saved it to the computer. It turned out awesome. So I’m going to do that with a bunch of my family photos. I haven’t had a scanner for a long time and just haven’t thought about using my camera. Duh!

Update on “Forked Up”

Sorry, I just couldn’t resist using that title. I mean, how often does someone really get hurt with a fork so you can say that and mean it literally!
Anyway, baby T is home from the hospital and doing fine. He’s eating and drinking without any problems.  Daddy D said that Egleston Children’s hospital is absolutely the best hospital he’s ever been to before. He said they had been so good with T. I was really glad to hear that. I’m sure the ordeal was traumatizing enough without having any problems with staff and such at a hospital.

So here is a picture. Poor baby!

Forked Up!

OMG! My brother called me at 6:30 this morning and said he had been on the phone all night with his son. His son D is thirty two and has a son of his own T that is not quite two years old. D’s wife works at night and D takes care of his son while she is at work. Apparently, D was making dinner for T and himself last night and T was already in the high chair waiting. The one thing I hear consistently about T is that he is an eating machine. We said that about his grand daddy, my brother, when he was young and T’s daddy D was the same way when he was young. Anyway, D stepped into the kitchen to do something and T stood up in the high chair and reached for a fork that was on the table. He got it and then fell with it in his hand and the fork stabbed him in the throat. D rushed him to the emergency room and they flew him to Egleston Children’s Hospital in Atlanta. He’s alright but apparently they were worried that the fork had penetrated the esophagus so they were watching him and running tests. How scary that must have been. I’m still getting the willies just thinking about it!

I’m sure T is scared and I know he’s the one that got hurt, but I really feel worse for D. He’s a good daddy and does a lot of the care taking for that baby. That was just one of those split second accidents that happen but D is really upset. My brother said he felt really bad for him and I do too.

After my brother told me about it, we got to laughing about all the different things that happened when we were kids and when our own kids were young. It’s funny how things seem so dramatic when they are happening and then they can seem so comical when you tell the stories later. This one will definitely go down in “the good story book”. I can hear it now, “Well my son fell and stuck a fork in the side of his throat and got to ride in the helicopter to the big hospital in Atlanta…and he never shed a tear.” lol

I’ll keep you updated when I hear something else but they said he was fine. Poor baby.