Tuesday, July 28, 2009

It's Toastyday

What's today? not Tuesday it's now toastyday. Tomorrow will be toastyerday. Love it! Only problem is my room at work is so friggin warm I can't think of anything else but "I'm hot". My dog Bee is even hotter. She's laying on my floor like a beached Beagle. But work must go on so my project for the day is coming up with some cute wit for our new Spring 2010 line. One collection that will be really fun is our new garden group. Here's a little ditty I wrote about a family of mixed vegetables that might be a cute story for this group.


A Family of Mixed Vegetables

My momma is a carrot,
My poppa is a pea.
They go together nicely,
Most everyone agrees.

My folks named me Medley
Because I’m quit a mix.
My bodies green and round,
My legs are carrot sticks.

I have a little brother
Who looks just like my dad.
Peaty wants to be a dancer,
We think that’s just a fad.

My sister, Carratina
Is tall and orange like mom.
The rutabagas voted her,
Queen of the Carrot Prom.

So that’s my mixed up family,
Yes it’s strange, we do agree.
But’s it’s peas and love that made us,
Peaty, Carritina and me ...Medley.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Monday's Are Now Grad-Days

Mondays are now Grady days until school starts so I won't be posting until quiet Tuesdays. What I mean by this is that I have my grandson Grady on Mondays, he's five and full of everything a boy with red hair (he calls orange) could have. In a matter of a few hours we have colored in his Star Wars coloring book, eaten 3 bananas, dragged Bee (my beagle) around the workshop, discovered we have a ant problem, beach combed for sea gwass (glass) and agates, watched Seagulls chase the Eagles from their nests, ate two nectarines and a bag of blueberries, washed the sea gwass and rocks until they sparkled, got soaking wet doing this and now we are in our Scooby Doo Underroos for the rest of the day, which makes it so much easier to drop trou and Pee off the deck several times a day.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Birds Do It

Flighty Friends

My Flighty Friends
Are busy as can bee,
Building a nest
In my patio tree.

Chirping and singing
Through out the day.
They never run out
Oh tweets to say.

Working day and night
Carrying mud and sticks,
Momma finally tells poppa
“It’s time to make chicks”.

Together they hop
Into their love nest.
Excited to start
The fun feathered fest.

In minutes it seems
Are four lovely eggs,
Keeping them warm
Beneath their bird leggs.

Then before I knew it
I heard “cheep cheep cheep”.
Now momma and poppa
Never eat or sleep.

They fly back and forth
Bringing worms and bugs.
They never have time
For pecks or hugs.

"Cheep Cheep Cheep"
The babies do cry
“Feed us feed us
So we can fly”.

Then it happened one day
I heard not a peep.
The babies flew the coop,
Now we all can sleep.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Passion and Sleep

I have two wonderfully talented sisters. Each of them is truly unique. It's hard to compete, so I don't. They both create cool stuff. I keep thinkin I'll get a sign someday of what my true talent is. God knows my sister Krys has tried giving me the sign whenever she can. Hasn't happened yet but I'm totally optimistic. Maybe it will hit me when I am teeing off, or walking my Beagle Bee on the beach. I just can't imagine what it would be like to have so much passion about something that you'd wake up in the middle of the night all jazzed and excited about making a necklace and actually do it. Seems like a lot of work to me plus I really like to sleep.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

My tale of the day is to write a little story about a momma and daddy bird who have built a nest inside my flower pot on my deck. The babies have hatched and they are busily feeding them. Mom goes about her work and doesn't really care if you hang out there on the deck and watch, she'll even hop on the table and grab a few bread crumbs. Dad is another story. He's pretty uptight and can't seem to relax. I think it may be all the hit's he received to his head after flying into the window dozens of times when they were building the nest. I finally couldn't watch anymore but you'd hear him. If birds swear I'm sure he was chirpng a blue streak.

Anyway my sister Krys has a bird theme going on right now and wants some material she can use for the shop so it's time to get witty.
Some might think an old birdhouse was junk
but to me and my chickadees we love it!

What is a treasure?

Please do remember
When you find a treasure
It’s not about money
But what gives you pleasure.