Thursday, September 29, 2011

Just Sayin'

Dear Mom and Dad,

There are some things that have popped up in my recent expeditions that have brought to my attention that I need to thank you for a few things. Stay with me here....

1. Thank you for teaching me to have a need for people even when you don't need to use those people.

2. Thank you for teaching me that it is ok to lean on shoulders as much as I need, but it is not ok to stand on those shoulders in order to get what I want, or where I want to go.

3. Thank you for teaching me to look out for others first, then myself...not vice versa.

4. Thank you for teaching me to have respect for people I love, and in turn, they will respect me.

5. Thank you for teaching me to be a pleasant person to be around, and on that note, thank you for teaching me that it is true that the best makeup a girl can wear is her smile. (Dunno who to attribute that's not my own.)

6. Thank you for teaching me that being snide and snippy and sarcastic is not becoming. Ever.

7. Thank you for teaching me the Golden unto others as I would have them do unto me.

8. Thank you for teaching me not to be lazy, but to jump in and get the task at hand done, and with a smile.

9. Thank you for loving me when you had to teach me these things, for it has taught me to love my own children while I try to teach them those same things.

10. Thank you for just being you for me.

I love you.....

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

All I need to know about life......

.....I learned at Motown Pizza.

1. I have great friends that care about me lots!

2. I have muscles in the backs of my arms that I never knew that I had!

3. Perry's Paradise is (and will be) well-supported.

4. Strawberry pizza pie is really good stuff.

5. I now know why old people "shuffle" instead of walk. Just sayin'. (And I'm not even old yet.....)

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Senior Escort, Homecoming 2011

My baby boy, all grown up..... the Senior baseball escort of one lucky young lady! (Not prejudiced in any way, nope not me....just sayin'!)

If you'll allow me just two minutes to be a bit nostalgic, I would like to reminisce. I'll try not to over-run my time slot.

It seems like only yesterday, I couldn't wait to find out if I was having a boy or a girl. To be cliche, I really wanted a healthy baby, but to be selfish, I wanted it to be a boy. After all, I had a girl, and the "perfect" family, that was at least ideal to me, was a mom, a dad, a brother and a sister. Anything else was just extra fun, but having both a boy and a girl was something I really wanted. You can imagine how excited I was to find out that I was going to have a boy. The name-selecting process began....nope, not that one because it reminds me of so-and-so. You wanna name him what!?!?! I don't think so! What do you think of this...? That might be a contender. And so on and so forth. I knew that I wanted my son to have his dad's middle name, so Allen was a given. When we ran across "Kevin", we knew it was the one. End of story, nuff said. We had our name: Kevin Allen Key. Next, it was time to daydream about the baseball player we hoped to have. (One of the commonalities his dad and I had, for sure.) I can clearly see his photo in his little baseball sleeper, then one in his baseball onesie, sitting up. Next comes the one with his Little Tykes weeble-like tee, big chubby red plastic bat, and a huge go-get-em-tiger smile....then a photo of him in his dad's old high school jersey, jersey touching the floor and short sleeves made long on such a little body. I remember the phone call we got asking if we would be interested in coaching a tee-ball team, and so we did. I can name every team he was on, every position he played, and I may have lost count of all of his home runs, or "touch downs" as his Memaw would call them. I remember standing at 3rd base, for this was the base I coached during games, hearing the lookers-on talk about that "Kevin Key kid", and I remember hearing their questions: "Who is that kid playing 1st base?" Or "What an awesome pitch! That kid has a great arm!" And all the while, they didn't know that his mama was right there, listening to them, proverbial buttons popping off her proud chest. I remember vying for the number 6 jersey each year at all-star time, because that was his number, no matter what. (It was also his dad's number, which made it all the sweeter.) I have so many memories of this boy and that sport called baseball. I could write a book. (I suppose you are thinking I am well on my way, right?) I remember how serious we took each game, and I know now that perspective changes as I watch his very younger sister play her tee-ball games as a MUCH more mellowed-out mom and fan than I was all those years ago. I remember telling him to never think he was the best, but to always work towards being the best. To always remember there is always something to learn, and to never think he knew it all. The day that he thought that, I would tell him, would be the day that in all actuality, he knew nothing. I remember telling him that we did not have a "name" and that if he wanted to play ball as he went through the leagues and then on into high school, he would have to play well enough to make a name for himself so that he could not only make the team, but so that he could have playing time. I remember how he would go out with his brother and use sticks and rocks to play ball. I remember how they would stay for hours on end, throwing and catching, pitching and hitting; Kevin and Wyatt....a force to be reckoned with. I know now that all those hours of sticks and rocks, sweat and blood, games and practices paid off. I know that time has flown as he was accepted to play on his high school team as a Freshman, played as both a Sophomore and Junior, and is now anticipating the start of his Senior year as a starting player. I wonder where all the time has went from all those yesterdays until today....could it really be that my son, my baby, is head and shoulders taller than me? Is a Senior and will be graduating and moving on to whatever God sees fit to deliver next in his life? It was only yesterday that he was at bat, smacking that ball right off the tee, dreaming of the day when he would have the power to knock one over, stand and watch as it went out, the jog around the bases, and now, we're here, experiencing just those things. I'd like to think that I enjoyed every sweaty minute of the road from there to here, and I know that I would do it all over again in a heartbeat, for those moments on that field, watching him learn not only about baseball, but about life have shaped my son into the person that he is today. Oh, how very proud I am of that person, and I'm not just talking about his madd hott baseball skills, either! :) Kevyboy, your Mama is prouder than proud of the person you are, and looks forward to seeing what you do during the next step in your life, for I know you are a mighty force to be reckoned with, and you will do great things for many people. I love you more than you could possibly know. <3

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

A True Story

There once was a girl with straightened hair, so therefore, no curl. And she had an encounter with a on:

As I was leaving the house this dreary, rainy morning to get to the cardiologist where I was hoping not to hear dreary news, I decided to go the "forbidden" way to get there, and sure enough, Someone was watching, and Someone had a little fun with me. He put a car in front of me that went no more than 20 mph alllllll 3.5 curvy, wet, trecherous miles out to the highway. (Note to self: follow PiePie's rule and do not take this road!) We *finally* get to the end of the road (so much for my extra time to get there early....this 8 minute drive just turned into 18 easily) and just short of the stop sign....maybe 20 feet or so....she slams on the breaks for no apparent reason, leaving me to slam on mine...and hydroplane....and *right* when I knew I was going to hit her, I didn't. (Thank you, Jesus!) Out from under her car comes a squirrel, and before I could complete the thought of something like this: "REALLY!?!?!?! Did you REALLY just almost cause a wreck on these wet and nasty roads because there was a SQUIRREL in the road?!?!?!?!?" (I am not a promotor of roadkill, mind you, but I was always taught that if something runs out into the road while I am driving, I am to hold on, slow down, not swirve, and just go with it....and yes, with nothing behind me, I would have done the same thing....) So back to the sooner could I get my thoughts organized and quit being angry that she really just tried to kill me by making me rearend her over a SQUIRREL when I look up into the highway, and there it was.....the squirrel who got ran over anyways.

I hope you're not the squirrel, either! I'm happy to announce that my day ended better than that, with sunshine, even, and super-great news from the cardiologist!!!!! Thanks to all of you prayers out there for all of your prayers!

And now, I'm going to do this:


Monday, September 5, 2011

Yup.....'s been a while! I've been so busy with life that throwing in some creativity has been a bonus, and sleep has come so quickly! I've decided to make up for it by sharing three projects with you I've done just today, actually, that all involve flowers.....sort of.

This is the granddaughter's time out bench....these are the sides....the top is boring, because it's a time out bench...but I couldn't leave the sides without a touch of Abby.....sorry for the terrible photos. Don't you just love that HUGE "diamond" in the center of the one on the right? That baby is literally 2 inches in diameter! Totally gaudy and perfect in every way!

OK, so this is a sunshine, not a flower....but it could be a flower, not a any rate....this is the new shirt design for the first "Perry's Paradise Presents...." done for a select charity for a select reason each time there is an event. The plan for now is that we will have a semi annual sale here in the back forty that involves as many in the community as will participate, and I do plan on badgering them until they finally cave and just say YES! It doesn't really matter if you are even near or in the same state as we are....if you love the design, please buy a shirt! All proceeds of 50 shirts after the sale of the first 13 will go to to help combat Austism. Please email me at if you are interested in purchasing one.

Last, this old stool is a purchase I made last weekend at the fleamarket simply because the PiePie and Honey forgot to throw in their chairs and were there allll day. It was a last ditch effort because I couldn't find anything else. I wasn't too fond of it because it was old and dirty looking, but it was sturdy, and I needed a seat. PiePie painted it this burnt orange color for me to match the color in the twine used as the "seat", and I painted the huge hibiscus on it. From the beginning, it's what my brain calculated when it was this stool. It's pretty hard to paint on that stuff and be accurate, but I like the final result, mostly. The diamond in the middle covers an "oops" of black that globbed all together.....but it's growing on me. Let's just be thankful for 2" diamonds that fall from the sky just when you need them! :)

I'll try to be more regular.....