https://sarahsatticoftreasures.com on WordPress. Welcome to Sarah's Attic of Treasures where I post pictures and quotes, recipes and info about other pages.. It's a Treasure Cove of Goodies. Feel free to post or share what you love. Smile. You never know whose day you may brighten. So sit a spell. Put your feet up. Grab a glass of tea.Our Neck Of The Woods tells the story of Danny and I living , working, laughing, loving and even crying at Lake Kissimmee State Park and Rolling Meadows Ranch
Are you sabotaging your Kids Sunday
school Teacher’s efforts?
Do you know you may be undermining your kids
Sunday school teacher’s efforts?
As a Sunday school
teacher, I often have hiccups with some of my kids. It is hard enough getting
kids especially preteens and 4 – 7 year olds to settle down and to listen.
Having those efforts wasted may be frustrating. My teens are not left out too.
From Sarah: I can identify with this post.
Danny loves to "TAKE OVER" everywhere. Our picnic table out side was used for a long time as "HIS'' place to leave all the tools he didn't need any more.
I finally broke him of it.
Now he doesn't do much of anything outside.
When we first moved into the Cracker House, I put up OUR mail holder. It and the counter it is on is filled with ALL "HIS'' Mail.....Mostly junk....pills, receipts and his everyday work items. It is a MESS until I clean it up.
Our KITCHEN table would have more than 2 daily pills on it IF I let him. It has his BP Cuff on it. He takes his BP MAYBE once a week. He would leave the roll of toilet paper there if I let him. Danny won't use tissues.
My Den would become a place for "HIS" toys and tents for Mr. Bojangles. He would just keep adding onto the tent city. Which would be fine if ....said cat wanted the 2nd story. If it didn't block the French doors and the love seat.
I moved it out and dismantle part of it. Said Cat uses it now.
Get the picture?
Big Bear's Wife: Baked Garlic Parmesan Zucchini: Can we all just agree to relax this weekend? Our weekends are normally jammed packed with stuff to do and I'm actually excite... From Sarah This is a relatively new blog to me. I enjoy what I have seen so far.
http://homejoys.blogspot.com/2015/05/miss-kim-lilac-and-birthdays.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FsCrHg+%28Home+Joys%29 The year we married, Ed gave me a "Miss Kim" lilac for my birthday.
The "Miss Kim" lilac is a dwarf lilac. It grows slower than most lilacs
and keeps a neater more rounded shape, even without pruning. After
thirteen years, it is nearly six feet tall, which is about it ultimate
height. I love reading anything from this blog. It is refreshing.
http://www.adelightsomelife.com/2015/05/a-return-to-loveliness-87.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+ADelightsomeLife+%28A+Delightsome+Life%29 http://www.adelightsomelife.com/ Check out The Blog Roll that follows.
From Sarah: This struck a cord with in me. I have been PONDERING my life. Wondering where it is headed? Where Am I going? I can't keep feeling like I am on the outside of EVERYTHING. Even at home sometimes. One thing I know I will NEVER BE is A GRANDMA. I have been called Grandma by an Adopted daughter's child- adopted as In She calls me Mom. Her first born son calls me Grandma or Grandma Aunt Debbie (remember, Debbie is my real name). I longed for Bobby to grow up, get married and then have kids. I wanted to be a Grandma. I was an awesome mom. I knew I would be an awesome Grandma. Bobby never married. Never had any kids. He always planned on it. He wanted a wife. He wanted KIDS. He wanted me to me a grandma. This mood: the constant talking about Bobby and the "I wishes" won't last long. It's just Hell Week, The week Bobby died. My mom's death has bought back so many memories. I am grateful to have so many of them. So thank you for being here with me. Debbie AKA Sarah Debbie just seemed appropriate. Debbie as in Bobby's Mom.
Tilly's Nest: Tilly's Passing: Her final bouquet. For the past few ks our head hen Tilly had begun to show her age. She slowed down. Eatingwee, drinking and dust bat... We do get attached to our pets. Rest In Peace Tilly.