Granite Cleaner

So, like most people with an internet connection, I have become addicted to Pinterest. I love the crafts, the home decorating ideas, and the environmentally friendly cleaners. As I run out of my normal cleaners I am replacing them with nice earth loving ones. I pinned this one for granite cleaners, which is from this blogger. I got to make it yesterday, I loved it! It worked so well! I used Sun soap cause that's what I had. I didn't have any scented oil and I guess I couldn't miss what I didn't know about but I really liked that there was no smell after I got done cleaning. There was smell when I sprayed the cleaner(the very familiar, very strong rubbing alcohol smell) but it quickly dissipated.

Mary Kay Museum, a fallen vet, and a broken bus

Yesterday, while entering the highway I noticed 3 cars pulled onto the side of the road. I thought it was strange but quickly noticed that on the opposite side of the highway there was what looked like a funeral being escorted by half a dozen police cars and sheriff trucks. I quickly pulled over and let them pass with a little lump in my throat. I always get a little emotional when I pull over for funeral processions. But, I was also happy to be living in a town small enough that when  funeral procession passes even if it's on the opposite side of the highway. I'm certain in Dallas cars would have continued driving even if they were on the same side of the highway. What a difference a couple of miles make. Later in the day when talking to Craig he asked me if I had seen the procession, he informed me that it was something very special, something I will probably never see again. It wasn't a funeral procession, it was an escort for the body of a fallen Korean War vet. A young boy who lied about his age so he could help defend his country. They just found/identified his body and were taking it to Athens so that he could be buried where his headstone is.

I grew up in a neighborhood in Dallas that was very close knit. My grandmother and sister still live in the neighborhood and my mom moved one neighborhood over. They group gets together once a month and their monthly November meeting always involves a bus trip and a tour. This year they went to the Mary Kay Museum, not my cup of tea but I knew Emerson would get a kick out of it so we went. It's also the only time we get to ride on the DART bus each year, which Ethan gets a kick out of it. The bus was a little late coming to pick us up and the little old ladies were already starting to get antsy. My grandmother has had hips and knees replaced so she had to use the lift to get on the bus. so she was first on. The driver started to lower the lift to put it up and someone walked in front of the lift causing the driver to hit the emergency stop and jamming it. So my grandma who can only lift her leg up about an inch was now stuck on a bus with a 3 foot jump down and we were all stuck on the outside. I thought there was going to be a little gray haired old lady riot. Fast forward 15 minutes, the bus driver finally gets the lift working. We board the bus minus two passengers who refused to ride the bus because of the malfunction and are on our way to the Mary Kay Museum.

Emerson as I expected loved it. The make up, the sequin gowns, the colorful uniforms, the dolls... she was in heaven and made sure that everyone of us saw each thing. Ethan had fun playing with my sister and I powered through. I'm sure she is a very impressive business woman but after reading a couple of her quotes I completely zoned out. There was some kind of directors meeting and the women kept stopping and looking at Emerson saying maybe someday she'll be selling Mary Kay "It's a great life" more then one drone (can you use that word to describe females?) said. If there is a God my daughter will not be a make up saleswoman, she'll be a doctor or a lawyer or something else I have to shell a lot of money out for her to become.

Earring holder

I made this awhile back and then never got around to actually putting the earrings on it. I still haven't put most on, you can see them sitting in front of the frame in one of the pictures.

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My grandmother was giving away a bunch of picture frames and I liked this one but didn't like the color. I painted it and then took fabric (I guess you would call it) from my cross stitching stash and staple gunned it into the frame. I also fray checked the edges so I wouldn't have to worry about fraying. I then had Craig bend and attach two pieces of metal to the back since I wouldn't be putting the back of the picture frame back on.

Monster Tooth Pillow

I bookmarked this page earlier this year. It popped up on CraftCrave freebies list and thought it was too cute to pass up. I knew eventually Ethan would get a loose tooth and that day was last Thursday. I was off at the dance studio, which is another post, and Craig was at home with the kids. He made them french toast for dinner and after taking a couple of bites Ethan started crying. Craig asked him what was wrong, then told him he was going to have to quit crying because he couldn't understand what he was trying to say. He told Craig, "He had chewed too hard and broke his tooth. " Craig looked in his mouth and informed him none of his teeth were broken. At which time Ethan pointed and his bottom front tooth was loose.

He's excited now, he loves anything that earns him money.