Soul Glo

I am going to bed early so that I can get up and blog tomorrow. 

Sorry I have been so bad on the updates, but the 3 day hospital thing really wiped me out and I have not  recovered…

For some reason, kids think that because you are an adult, you can buy yourself something anytime you want, because

 A: you have a wallet

B: checks for a checking account or

C: god forbid a credit card. 

I have tried to teach my kids the value of a dollar but it seems to have escaped them.  I bought the 3 oldest a pack of gum.  It was a roll of bubble gum, maybe a yard long.  I saw one container in the trash after 2 hours.  I then heard the youngest accusing the oldest of stealing a piece of her gum.  Then comes the meiser twin who unwraps his “saved” pack and begins to chew with too much relish in front of “all gone” and “been robbed”.   “  Momma!!!:  Make him close his mouth!     MAAAAAH!?  We can’t hear the tv!    I begin to mentally count down the time left before the empty nest happens.   Normally Swedish kids get candy on Saturday…why did I deviate from  the rules?  

I caused this eruption. 

I must pay pennance.

As an act of contrition, I decided to think about myself for a minute….What Would Gina Do if she could?  I would buy ( if I could find!)

• A set of Metal Stencils at least 3″ tall
• Tim Holtz distressed inks and pads
• HOW TO books from the hottest mixed media artists!
• The worlds largest jar of UTEE ( how did I live with out that stuff!?
• LOTS  of those lovely large blooms and papers and bling fróm Prima ( who recently jacked reorders up to $200!)
• MORE of the lovely American Crafts papers that the Patterned Paper Princess got me hooked on!
• A portable die cutter/embosser…The electronic ones are still being offered at over $600 usd here!  Some one must have a sizzix or something they want to get rid of!

Asking for forgivness is really cleansing.  I think I will do it more often, bwahahaaah!

Irie like in Jamaican Patois’  irie’ ights!  ” In the great words of Robert Nestor Marley

” Please, don’t rock my boat…

‘Cause I don’t want my boat

to be rocked…

Baby Girl developed a medical emergency and needed surgery Friday morning.  She is recovering and doing well.

I am on my 4th day with less than 4 hours of sleep.

If stuff can go wrong, it will.

Her spirits are picking up and that is best of all.

I am going to install a count down clock on my side bar so I can keep track of how long I have till I am ” Child Free” which is sung to the tune of ” Born Free”, lol!

Nope, not back to Old West Virginia University, but HOME! The land of the free, the home of the brave and the best food in the world!

I am out for a week beginning Sunday, but yaw’ll feel to look around and leave me some trails to follow when I get back!  Anybody need anything?  

The Mall at Short Hills is calling my name!  Baby Girl will finally get to Macy’s Herald Square!!!!

What a trip.  The only saving grace was that I had my scrapbook supplies.  This is the view from the edge of the mountain right off of our parking area.  That is Idre Fjäll in the background.  I cannot WAIT for summer to sit out there with my glass of red and the worlds largest mosquito candle!

The drawback was that everyday, there was someone there wanting a cup of coffee… The term fika has never been so over used as it was this week.  Why don’t people understand that sometimes vacation means, doing nothing? 

Why don’t my photos want to resize?  Here is a glimps of the skinny book pages I did.

Been visiting some really interesting blogs of American women living in Europe. 

I am behind on two swap projects and will be taking an online jewelery class, so I need tools!  Off to surf!

PS…it snowed this morning…