Garbage stinks.

Garbage stinks.

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Last night I grabbed the draw strings to the garbage bag and cinched them tightly, tied them in a secure knot, and hoisted the bag from our trash receptical in our kitchen. It was late, and dark out, plus it had started to rain. So, for the time being, I set it in the corner out of the way.

This morning came. I made coffee. I love the smell of coffee as it fills the kitchen and wafts throughout the house. It’s quite pungent. Perfectly pungent. It easily dominates. As a matter of fact on Kelly and Ryan, as part of their FeBREWary theme this morning they spoke of all the ways coffee can mask various house hold odors. All of this to say, my yummy perfectly pungent coffee was trumped. 

Last night, when I cinched the garbage bag and lifted it out of our receptical, I set it out of the way for it’s over night stay. After making the coffee this morning, I walked around the corner in the kitchen and was hit by STENCH Clearly, though I’d cinched the bag, it hadn’t cinched the stench. I walked past the garbage bag sitting out of the way there on the floor as I headed to take a handful of items to the laundry. Literally, on my way to the washing machine, I thought, “Garbage stinks”. Not my most profound of revelations. I think I know that garbage does indeed stink. It really DOES stink. Old, non-living, useless waste, continues to decay and it lets you know it’s doing so. As it sits there. Out of the way. Stinking.

By the time I stood at the washing machine, I caught up with the rest of my revelation.. “Take the garbage out”. Again. Not so shocking. But hang with me for a second. To identify, collect, and deal with the garbage is absolutely the first important effort of getting rid of it. But until I take the garbage out, it will still effect my life. It will still be there to stink, to dominate. It will over power the things I love, like coffee. Garbage can’t be masked or covered. Garbage stinks.

Here it comes. The full revelation. 

God is so good at communication with me, and if I’m listeming, it’s life altering. God communicated with me about taking the garbage out this morning. In an instant, the message for me was as pungent as the bag sitting there, out of the way.  

I felt God affirm me for the effort I am making to collect the “garbage” in my life. I heard and felt the cheers within myself. Yes, literally, but more metaphorically, God spoke. This is more than cleaning out my closets (though that’s part of it too). When I speak of “garbage” in my conversation with God, I’m talking about the things that I am finished with. The things that are no longer serving me. Ya with me? The things I had used for a season, and are now all used up. The old ways that were worn out and broken. Tracking me? The cheap, poor quality, “gadgety” systems I set in place, perhaps thinking they might distract me from, or be a substitution for actually really living my life - yes the sometimes hard work of life - instead of the short cutting to the short lived feel goods. The wrappers I’ve used to conceal, yet somehow preserve what I really would not prefer. The waste - wasted efforts and time. The excess- the stuff to fill the gaps in my life.

I heard Gods’ affirmation for the effort I have given to gathering up my life’s garbage. It calls for great honesty and truthbtelling and bravery. I’ve identified, collected and dealt with much, and still am. I’ve bagged it, cinched it, and knotted the draw strings. I’ve even taken it from the receptical. But rather than taking it all the way out, I’ve set it down in my living space —out of the way .     

Out of the way? Out of the way of what? Out of the way of my awareness? That can’t last long, right?  Just as I walked past my cinched bag of garbage this morning and got a whiff, I was totally aware of that out of the way garbage bag. One whiff and I am aware. No matter how far out of the way I may think I’m leaving old stuff, I’m still encumbered by it, because it’s still there! And it stinks!! I must admit I walk through too many of my days still getting a strong whiff of old fears that paralyze me. The pungent odor of poor habits gags me some days. The stench of old lies I believed and perpetuated, of myself and my life, have stopped me from pursuing my dreams. 

I could go on and on with this metaphor, but I bet you hear me. That garbage needs to leave. It’s time. For whatever myriad of reasons it all may have served me at one time or the other, the ultimate step in garbage purging means I walk that cinched stenched bag all the way to the curb, out of my life. Just like last nights’ darkness and rain, I do see reasons why I may not have taken the garbage all the way out. But it’s a new day. A new morning. Let it go, Terey. Let the breeze of hope, renewal and love refresh the air. Not masking, but clearing. Like the morning after a good rain.  It’s time to take out the garbage. 

It’s never too late to Ornamentate.

It’s never too late to Ornamentate.

I like different. I like creating. Those two things seem to fuel my annual ornament making efforts. I also like things to stay fun and light when I’m recruiting others to help the ornamentIon process. Keeping things simple leaves more room for fun.

This year we had a lot of fun AND ended up with two show stopper ornaments.  

the Pom Pom....

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and the Bohemian Artichoke (my personal name for it) 

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They both are very easy to make and share some of the same ingredients.

Both start with the base of an acrylic ornament ball of your desired size and that handy dandy all purpose hot glue gun. After securing the two halves of the acrylic ornament ball, the Pom Pom balls get glued around the center perimeter as a starting point. Using this as a guide, simply continue around both halves of the ball until it’s full! Full of joy is what it is!! 

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The Bohemian Artichoke ornament calls for an extra stepnor two. You will need a one inch hole punch to make your circle. You can use whatever kind of paper you wish, but it needs to have some body to it. A perfect free example and choice would be the paper from the covers of magazines. It’s made from a heavier weight of paper and will give the circles some body as they are layered over each other. Start with one circle glued flat on the bottom of the ball, then layer around that starter circle and so on and so on. (Go to tereytv https://youtu.be/qUhPlzkMA8s for the how-to video) 

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The final and perhaps most critical item both 0ornaments share is the twine. Can’t hang the ornament without it! I used butchers twine in the white and red color bcz ... well... you know. LOOKS LIKE A CANDY CANE! Can’t beat that! Just cut the desire length of the twine and thread through the top hole ring of the acrylic ball. And there you have it. Or them. Two of the most delightful ornaments you’ll ever see.

Just pausing from the “gotta do’s”  to enjoy a “wanna do” can often refill an empty tank. Just you and a couple of hotties — a glue gun and cocoa— and you’re off to ornamentizing your home, and heart. 

 

Merry Christmas y’all. 

Bobo (terey)  

DIY FASTive and FREE: Christmas Trees repurposed from what we all have around the house!

DIY FASTive and FREE: Christmas Trees repurposed from what we all have around the house!

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Christmas is just around the corner! Yay! Yikes! There’s so much to do and so little time. And all those things that are left on the “to do” are sure to tap out the piggy bank and any extra bacon has long since been fried! How can you make your home feel a little festively special as fast as possible with maybe just from the change hidden betwix your sofa cushions? Who believes I have not one, nor two but THREE fabulaous ways?

Well, here! Just watch!

 (disclaimer: I fumbled through my own video production. I think you’ll quickly figure out “fumbled” is the operative word! )

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Go get some hot chocolate, and put the Christmas music on. Then unload your books from the book case, fetch the ladder and drag to the front yard, and get to breaking down those boxes in the garage. Before the day is done you’ll have Christmas all about you!

Merry Christmas!  

The See’s Candies Box is empty and the drunk wore off.

The See’s Candies Box is empty and the drunk wore off.

So It’s March and I’m writing about Valentine’s Day.  It was nearly 5 weeks ago. I think the delay is clear as to why I am just now getting to this.

The See’s Candies box is empty and the drunk wore off.

I bought Jonathan a box of See’s Candies for Valentine’s Day. I had heard a man say on television earlier in the week that men don’t want chocolates! Don’t give your man chocolates! Well, I did.  I gave him See’s Candies and a Coleman lantern for camping to cover my bases. But the way his eyes twinkled over the candy said it may have been his favorite of the two. Jonathan has a sweet tooth. See’s Candies are sort of new to Jonathan. He had never heard of this confectioner’s delight before he met me. But now that he has had a sample, he’s pretty much hooked.  And they do share a sample. See’s Candies hands each visitor a sample piece. What’s not to love about that?  I don’t quite have the sweet tooth Jonathan has, but I really do enjoy See’s Candies.  And I hoped as he opened that gift, Jonathan would share his candy with me.

How clear could it be after twenty-eight years?

How clear could it be after twenty-eight years?

After twenty-eight years of not laying eyes on him, why is it I am able to so vividly recall the details of my dad? This picture of him may be fuzzy, but not the one in my mind.

Is it ever not too early to lose someone?  I expect that most of us would gamble our last cent to have just one more day with a loved one lost. February 7, 1987, I had no more one-more-days. This is the day my dad, Douglas Michael Summers, left this earth.  It’s been twenty-eight years. He was forty-seven years old, and I wasn’t much more than a new adult.

Too early to not have anymore days to live?
My goodness, yes.
Too early to say goodbye to my dad?
No need to ask.
Too early.

I'll share my corndog...

I'll share my corndog...

It’s the same feeling I had when I was a little girl.  Every time I see the tip of the Matterhorn from the 57 freeway in Anaheim California, my heart picks up its’ pace. I flat out love Disneyland. I always have and I aways will.  I love it, I’m sure, for many of the same reasons its 40,000 daily visitors do.  There’s just something special and familiar about Disneyland. From the way it smells, the way it sounds, the food, (their corn dogs are killer) the favorite rides, the people of every kind; this place seems to stay the same yet brings a new experience with every visit. Disneyland offers many lands of adventure, fantasy, and tomorrow to explore; all full of imagination, inspiration and creativity. It’s homey. It draws a crowd. It reminds me that we all like to have fun. It appeals to the young and the young at heart. It brings Joy. It touches people.