Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Thank you Dear God for these crosses.

Wisdom from St. Francis de Sales



The Everlasting God has in His wisdom foreseen from eternity the cross He now presents to you as a gift from His inmost Heart. This cross He now sends you He has considered with His all-knowing eyes, understood with His divine mind, tested with His wise justice, warmed with loving arms and weighed with His own Hands, to see that it be not one inch too large and not one once too heavy for you. He has blessed it with His Holy Name, anointed it with His grace, perfumed it with His consolation, taken one last glance at you and your courage, and then sent it to you from heaven, a special greeting from God to you, an alms of the all-merciful love of God.
~~~St. Francis de Sales~~~



Thursday, January 19, 2012

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Watch

Watch your thoughts; they become words.

Watch your words; they become actions.

Watch your actions; they become habits.

Watch your habits; they become character.

Watch your character; it becomes your destiny. 

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

I attended the hottest event in town!!!!

It is true.  The internet and social circles around are buzzing with the details of the wonderful evening:  The Gaudete Benefit Gala.

I didn't want any of MY readers to think I hadn't attended and that I was a social DUD.

Nobody knew but the event was put on by the best friends in the whole world just for me.  Okay, not just for me, really to raise money for the music department at St. Francis de Sales Oratory in St. Louis, MO.

The truth is this:   Two of the cutest and most talented gentlemen in the whole wide world did perform at this event just for me!

Sorry, it is a little out of focus.
Even my camera got a little teary eyed!
Exquisite!
Here is the other handsome fellow that sang for me.
I bought this fine fellow at the silent auction.
Mother Crab, do you really think they would have this item at Sotheby's?
I get him for a whole day!

I will be one of those people I said I never would be:  with my sleeping bag, cooler, camped out waiting to get my hands on a ticket next year!

Oh, don't anyone tell Mr. Peanut about all of this.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Reunited with an old flame!!!

I know it sounds a little nutty but it is true.

I loved him so much when I was young.

My dad introduced us, even approved and liked him, too.

But alas, someone stole him away from me.

Maybe it was because I used him too often.

I would reminisce about him from time to time wondering whatever became of him.

Then one cold winter morning, it happened  . . . .

My breathe was taken away!

There he was again, discarded and lonely living in a box!

An old flame still burns brightly . . . . . .


I promise I will never use you again!

Mr. Peanut, I love you so much!!!!


Monday, November 28, 2011

Thank you interesting "follower"!

Tonight, we were perusing our blog.  As I have stated before, the stats section is always intriguing.  We were looking to see how people find Hootiecootie and friends.  

Under the "keyword search" section, we found this typed in "girl  leg  converse".

The girl (with the leg and converse) and Hootiecootie haven't laughed so hard in a long time.  

I am not sure what they were looking for but they got us!

One more shot of the converse and part of the legs

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Fall fun: The corn maze for blondes and one brunette.


This is Ste. Genevieve's only corn maze this year.  

I thought it would be too simple for those in my family until I heard the following while trying to create a new email account separate from my own:  

"You need to sign up with Yahoo.  It is much better than Gmail", said one brunette.  
"Why dear girl is Yahoo so much better?" I asked.  
"Well, because you can do a lot of things."  she replied.
"What exactly is better about Yahoo?  Give me one good reason."
"Well, I, ummmm, you can, ummmm, send things to other people with Yahoo."  said this brown headed girl.

I am glad I didn't let her try the maze.  She would have gotten lost. 


On second thought . . . . . . . . . .