Below is the message I got from my sister this morning. She can't remember her google password to leave a comment on the blog itself. Hmmm.....must be her age creeping up on her.....
Oh my gosh Liz! You have a very creative mind for writing and an amazing memory. Ok, so I was a mean BIG sister. As other BIG sister's know that was our job and we took it very serious. but now I'm older (really older)and I realize I should've been a bit nicer. Official apology:
"I'm sorry" Thank you for all the nice things you wrote (I'm writing this through watery eyes)I love you too and am so glad we're sisters and friends.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
I'm a believer
in the philosophy that's it's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to ask permission (ok...not in serious stuff), so I decided to share the birthday picture with you. But first, I would like to talk about why I even bothered to go to the lengths I did to get the picture in the first place.
My sister is five years older than me. I think we had a love/hate relationship for a lot of years, because I was a typical little sister and I bugged the daylights out of her. However, she had her moments, too.
Like when we were 4 and 9, in Maine. Apparently, she was upset with Mom and Dad and chose to play out her frustrations on me. I clearly remember pulling on her legs as she was "going up to heaven, because Mommy and Daddy don't like me anymore. Good-bye, Lizzie." It wasn't until many years later that she even knew that I remembered that and really thought she was going away. Right there between the pink canopy beds, she was leaving us. It was awful.
Or how about every. single. bridge. that we ever drove over and what she said as we drove over them? And there were thousands, because that's what we did-we drove home from wherever-we-were-living while Dad was in the Air Force. As the car would approach the bridge she would quietly (I'm sure so Mom wouldn't hear her) say, "I wonder how long it would take us to go under the water if the bridge broke?" Or maybe, "I wonder if that water is cold?" Or, "How long do you thnk we could hold our breath when the car fills up with water, Lizzie?" I am still nervous on bridges.
She would give Joe and I a potato chip and make us chew it 10 times before we could have another. She was mean! There are other stories, but I'm sure you get the idea already.
She was also very smart, and quite beautiful, and everyone knew it. I was compared many times to her and left wanting because I didn't meet those standards that others used to measure with. I thought she was perfect, and it wasn't until I was older that I began to see she had her own hurts, too.
Then, she went to beauty school, and I missed her. I spent a very fun week at her little "cabin" behind the school during my Christmas break one year, and she later sent me a bill for the room and board. We became friends and it was fun. She had the most adorable baby girl that anyone ever gave birth to, and I became the favorite aunt. Then she had the perfect baby boy, and I was pretty popular with him, too. We became closer friends, and it was even better. When I had kids, she became the favorite aunt, and continues to live up to that title. I was ecstatic when she moved back to Iowa and we were 1.5 hours apart. That was fun, and we really loved it. Now, I call her (too much) and talk about everything that matters and a lot that doesn't. She is my best friend, and I love her so much. That is why I would go to the trouble of making this package for her **th birthday. She is so worth it.
I love you, Le-Le. Please forgive me.
My sister is five years older than me. I think we had a love/hate relationship for a lot of years, because I was a typical little sister and I bugged the daylights out of her. However, she had her moments, too.
Like when we were 4 and 9, in Maine. Apparently, she was upset with Mom and Dad and chose to play out her frustrations on me. I clearly remember pulling on her legs as she was "going up to heaven, because Mommy and Daddy don't like me anymore. Good-bye, Lizzie." It wasn't until many years later that she even knew that I remembered that and really thought she was going away. Right there between the pink canopy beds, she was leaving us. It was awful.
Or how about every. single. bridge. that we ever drove over and what she said as we drove over them? And there were thousands, because that's what we did-we drove home from wherever-we-were-living while Dad was in the Air Force. As the car would approach the bridge she would quietly (I'm sure so Mom wouldn't hear her) say, "I wonder how long it would take us to go under the water if the bridge broke?" Or maybe, "I wonder if that water is cold?" Or, "How long do you thnk we could hold our breath when the car fills up with water, Lizzie?" I am still nervous on bridges.
She would give Joe and I a potato chip and make us chew it 10 times before we could have another. She was mean! There are other stories, but I'm sure you get the idea already.
She was also very smart, and quite beautiful, and everyone knew it. I was compared many times to her and left wanting because I didn't meet those standards that others used to measure with. I thought she was perfect, and it wasn't until I was older that I began to see she had her own hurts, too.
Then, she went to beauty school, and I missed her. I spent a very fun week at her little "cabin" behind the school during my Christmas break one year, and she later sent me a bill for the room and board. We became friends and it was fun. She had the most adorable baby girl that anyone ever gave birth to, and I became the favorite aunt. Then she had the perfect baby boy, and I was pretty popular with him, too. We became closer friends, and it was even better. When I had kids, she became the favorite aunt, and continues to live up to that title. I was ecstatic when she moved back to Iowa and we were 1.5 hours apart. That was fun, and we really loved it. Now, I call her (too much) and talk about everything that matters and a lot that doesn't. She is my best friend, and I love her so much. That is why I would go to the trouble of making this package for her **th birthday. She is so worth it.
I love you, Le-Le. Please forgive me.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
It's Thursday.....
and she received the package.
She was, shall we say, surprised?!?! I really, really want to post a photo, but I will ask her first. Yeah, I'm so nice like that, you know?!?
She was, shall we say, surprised?!?! I really, really want to post a photo, but I will ask her first. Yeah, I'm so nice like that, you know?!?
Monday, October 27, 2008
Happy Decade, indeed!
For some reason, blogger posted these photos in reverse order...please bear with me, I am unable to change it! I think it will all make sense anyway :~))
Make a wish! It was a lovely day. They were happy, and I only cried a little bit because they are growing up so fast.
Sarah had planned this cake a long time ago. Black and white to match the candles; the inside was yellow/chocolate marble; "Happy Decade" was her idea. She also helped make her cake this year.
Amy chose a mint ice cream/Suzy Q cake this year, and helped make it.
The "Mama-made" gifts this year were a Native American costume and a "brown bunny with a green dress." Your wish is my commmand, my dears...
Make a wish! It was a lovely day. They were happy, and I only cried a little bit because they are growing up so fast.
Sarah had planned this cake a long time ago. Black and white to match the candles; the inside was yellow/chocolate marble; "Happy Decade" was her idea. She also helped make her cake this year.
Amy chose a mint ice cream/Suzy Q cake this year, and helped make it.
The "Mama-made" gifts this year were a Native American costume and a "brown bunny with a green dress." Your wish is my commmand, my dears...
I can't wait for Thursday
I am expecting a call from my darling sister on Thursday. She will be receiving her birthday package then, and I do believe I've out-done myself this year. Check back for an update.....
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Frank has a friend
I think I could get into these darn tassels, even though they serve no apparent purpose. Amy asked "What are they for?" and I had to admit that essentially, these just look pretty--or, in this case, pretty weird!
Friday, October 17, 2008
Franken-tassel
I have been seeing tassels everywhere in the blog-o-sphere and really wanted to try my hand at making one. Recently I found a tutorial that answered some of the questions I had and I made this one----
Isn't he the cutest?
Total height, excluding ribbon hanger, approx. 10 inches. I will be making more of these for sure, because I like them and I absolutely will not pay the kind of $$ they want for them.
Isn't he the cutest? 
Total height, excluding ribbon hanger, approx. 10 inches. I will be making more of these for sure, because I like them and I absolutely will not pay the kind of $$ they want for them.
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