Yes, I'm admitting it. I haven't been on MY blog because I can't quit perusing the OTHER blogs! OMG!!! It's like having one big decor magazine at your fingertips. I picked up a mag , at Wal Mart the other day, checked the price, $9.99!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't think so, scooter. And I loved the magazine, it had lots of goodies, but magazines wind up being given away or thrown away. My blog favorites, they're there forever and take up NO space. Watch it magazines, there is a "tipping" point for price. That's a buzz word used to describe where we will decide to not buy gas or change our habits, where it disturbs our life. $10.00 for a magazine, WAAAAYYY over the tipping point. Anyway, remember the magnetic board I made out of the Repeat Street cabinet door? I made one for my daughter in law. I included the ever popular before pic. EWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Martin's son, Art, has been here while he's on leave from duty in Afghanistan. He tells us he's never in danger. We ain't buying it, but it makes him feel good to say it, I guess. He's been having "Keenefests" all week. That's where all them Keenes get together and there are just as many opinions as there are people. I was looking at Art, he's so young, handsome, smart, polite, witty, all the things you'd love in a son. Then my mind lets me think of all the young, handsome, smart, polite and witty young men and women who have served our country and gave their lives. They were a valuable asset to society, and somehow, they just didn't get to finish their wonderful journey. It ain't fair, I tell you! Why can some slug have nine lives and our nation's finest are gunned down, step on an IED, give their life??? Then some place called a CHURCH decides that THEY know what God's thinking. I heard the daughter of Westwood Baptist Cult, uh, Church say that the ruling from the Supreme Court that allows them to continue to picket and terrorize soldier's funerals happened because it would not have happened if God had not wanted it to. But when asked about some Supreme court ruling about gays, well, that wasn't what God wanted. HUH????? You gotta love crazy people, they're every where. I see stuff all the time and tell Martin that God's getting ready to take us all home. Luckily, that woman doesn't know what God's thinking. He'll always be in control, that's Jesus' dad, not all Gods are created equal. Jesus' dad has a grip on us and He promised he'll never leave us or forsake us. I believe him. Well, that's about it. I'll make my next post a little lighter, but I had to let ya'll climb up on inside my head for a while. Come back, ya hear?
but I'm as good once, as I ever was. I wish I could go back and talk to little 6 year old Debbie Adams. And then I'd love to talk to her every year of her life. I had a great childhood, which proves the theory that life is just kinda hard, no matter how you grow up. I can remember a friend of mind saying that she was in her twenties before she realized that not everybody liked her. What was not to like? She was kind, considerate, compassionate,pretty, and then WHAM! Her husband at the time acted like he just hated her. Boy, can I relate. You go from Cinderella to the wicked step sister in nano seconds. Happened to me for my 30th birthday. What a tumultuous affair that was. My ego could have schlepped under a snake's belly. It had to be my fault, right? I coulda lost weight, I coulda cleaned the house more, I coulda coulda coulda?? NO! It took me a while and lots of reading to realize it had nothing to do with me and EVERYTHING to do with HIM! I bounced around like a bebe in a boxcar, trying to make sense of it all and trying not to experience that again. I know what! I'll just not date, not interact with a guy, nada, nothing, finite! That kept those awful things from happening to me for a good long while. I got to grow up, be my true self, get my kids reared. For the first time in my life, I knew who I was, confident to express what I liked and didn't like. No need for validation from the outside. Is that what maturity is, self validation? I think so. You can't give what you don't have. Then ol Marty came along. He liked who I was for who I was. No changing needed to please him. Sure, we had to do some tweaking along the way, but I always have known that he loves me for ME. Don't gotta be a size 2, partying, drinking, dancing on the pole kinda girl. He likes "Creative Debbie", he's still amazed that I reared two pretty fabulous kids who are fantastic adults with no dad in the picture and NO child support. He doesn't care if I don't cook, clean, or whoop it up in the bedroom. He loves 6 Year old Debbie and all the years combined inside me. I Yam what I Yam, as Popeye says, and I'm loved.
When I was in the first grade, I had to stand in the corner (that was the punishment back then) three times. One time it was for singing during the prayer. Why did I do that? Mother said I would play outside and be so intent on what I was doing, I'd tinkle on myself. So I DO have some degree of concentration, but it definitely has to be something I love. Math? Blah blah blah. English and Art, that's what I love. I love to write, but not read. Right now, I'm doing what I love best, painting and helping others become painters too. You would be SOOOO surprised to find out how MANY kids LOVE to paint! Why can't that be the reward for hard work in math or science. I think I would have stepped up to the plate if that had been my reward. OR I would have been thinking about the painting too much, who knows? Anyhoo, I hope you like the before and after of an old cabinet door.
It's one of the few downsides of being crafty..junk. I gots lots of it. Only it's not junk to me, it's a project that is yet to be finished; well, let me be honest, yet to be started. But if you call me at 2:00AM, and your child needs a science project by 8:00AM, I'm your girl! I even "shop" in my own craft shop. I have ribbon, paint, hardware, patterns, both wood and paper, scrapbook stuff, brushes, blah blah blah. Then there's the carport. That's where all the wood lives that I use for ornaments, frames, etc. I have a shop out back with all my tools. (That's a WHOLE other story) Today was the day to clear out and pare down all the wood. In the mix are paint cans, and all kinds of things that got on the back burner during the winter. Uh and Christmas decorations and tree, Senior Chief Keene was supposed to already have all that outta there, aHEM!!! It's not all cleaned out, but I can at least pull my car in where it belongs! Anyhoo, great weather we've been having. I'm including some before and after pics so you can see that OCCASIONALLY I finish a project or two.
So, you're thinking FOOD? Ah, not at my house. I'm a painter, not a cooker, chef, whatever. We just changed everything out in our kitchen. Totally changed the look with colors and very little expense. That's why I have leftovers! Didn't want to put my pretties in a yard sale! That big cup with a rooster on it, you can put a plant in it, it has a drainage hole in the bottom. The chef picture, it is 18x30! The mat was especially made by Joannie at Interior Attitudes. Maybe you'd like one of my leftovers! Just leave a comment, I'll get in touch with you and send an invoice from PayPal, then it's yours! Pick up at my house or arrange something else!
Yep, maybe I just do blogettes, that's my new word. Last blog was last July, that should tell you I'm not a daily blogger. I WANT to be, I NEED to be, but life gets in the way. I've also been under a computer curse. My awesome laptop that my son in law gave me crashed. I was just sick. I've used it for about 2 years and I love it. My smart techno savy son, Tate has me going again. Tate would be the father to Who Dat. Well, we know now that Who Dat was a GIRL!!!! Radley Ruth Nations, born on August 5! First girl in 40 years on our side of the family! I'll post the video of the family finding out she was a girl. Even if you don't know us, you'll laugh, cry, wet yourself, you get it. Mikki and I have had some "girl" days, which I love so much! She inspires me to be better. I wish I was more like her.... That's Radley in the picture, now 6 months old and her big brother, Tucker who just turned 14. Lord, I LOVE that boy! And now, the Radster is right up there with him. Since I've posted last, Radley was born, and my aunt passed away. What's that song about "and when I die and when I'm gone, they'll be one more child born to carry on" Blood, Sweat and Tears, I think. My aunt was 85 and some change and had only been on medication a few short months. Had never had high blood pressure, nothing, was healthy as horse. She was a cool person and if you met her, you would never believe she was 85. I'll miss her so much, already do.