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Desperately Seeking {Gina} Cookie Cutter Swap

It’s almost the most wonderful time of year.  Let the baking season begin!  I’m excited to be hosting a Cookie Cutter Swap this year and I’d love for you to join in the fun.
Here’s how it works:
*Fill out the form below before November 28th {Thanksgiving!}
*On Monday, December 2, you will receive and email with the address of your swap partner.
*Shop for a fun, unique cookie cutter to suit your partner {as best you can}. Spending max: $10 before shipping costs.
*Send out your cutter on or before December 10th.
*Once you receive your swap, blog about or submit a picture of you & your cutter to the Desperately Seeking {Gina} Facebook Page so everyone can see your fun present {Posts should run December 17th thru the 19th).
Any questions?  Feel free to leave a comment. Have fun…and happy swapping!

Scenes from Swan Lake-AKA Magenss Lake

The swans have returned to Heber for the winter.  I went out to visit them again today; hadn’t been out for a couple of years. 

I say I’m not much of a nature girl, but get me out in, well-nature- and suddenly I can’t get enough.  I might have even honked at them in response to all their racket.

 I think this one was checking me out.

 Bring shelled corn.  They like to train us.

The Universe Speaks.

Last night was full of interesting dreams.  Perhaps the most interesting of all:  meeting baby me.  At first I was watching my mom with a baby that turned out to be me.  She asked if I’d like to hold myself and when she turned around to hand the baby to me, I was a toddler, maybe a year old.  I wore only a diaper, had a full head of short hair and I looked exactly the same as I do now.

I was fascinated.  I mean adult me was fascinated.  Baby me was a bit shy as I picked myself up.  I sat down and stood baby me on my knees. 

I don’t remember the conversation but there was one.  Apparently, baby me was advanced for my age.  I do remember one pressing question baby me had for adult me.

“Can you fly?”

I was stunned.  This is what baby me wanted to know about adult me? 

“Yes!  Yes, I can fly!” 

My brother Terry, who suddenly appeared next to me, snorted.  Adult me finally realized how silly that sounded.

“I mean, I can fly in a plane.  Is that what you mean?”

…And that’s all I remember.  I woke up feeling excited, special, in touch with myself.  Okay, that was reaching a bit on the last part.  I did feel like I had connected with something that I’d lost. 

Profound, much?

On a related topic:  recently I’ve won a couple of baby related giveaways on blogs that I read.  I wonder if the universe is trying to tell me something?

Pin it & Spin it: Give Thanks Edition

I love paper. Stationery, scrapbook, note pads-love it all. When I ran across this paper wreath over at one of my favorite paper sites, Paper Source, I knew I had to recreate it. It just so happens that I had all these papers on hand; I’ve used them with wedding related things 🙂 Here’s my version. I wish I had better handwriting, though.

When I am old, I shall…

…say anything I want.

Recently there have  been a couple of moments at work where little old ladies have taken advantage of their age and “experience” to tell me exactly what was on their minds.

The first was an instance when I was the manager on duty and was called up to the front of the store because a customer wanted to inquire as to why our company didn’t supply a wheelchair for shoppers.  Having taken care of her concerns as best I could, I turned to leave but she called me back.  She stood and grabbed my face with both hands and turned my head back and forth.  She was analyzing the skin tags on my face {which I’m self conscious about anyway}.   And, then, in a loud voice that everyone around could hear she announced:  “You need to have those removed.  They’re going to turn cancerous.”

She went on to tell me that she worked in the medical field for thirty plus years and that she has experience with cancer diagnosis. I assured her that my doctor had recently looked at them and thought they were harmless.

Just two days ago another customer stopped me and told me that I had a beautiful face and a beautiful smile and that the rest shouldn’t matter since people look at my face and nice smile first.  The rest shouldn’t matter?  I’m sure she was referring to the extra poundage.  Of course she was.

I’m sure these women meant well.  And, perhaps they were even saying what other younger women might think to themselves but never say. 

I hope that when I am old I shall have a filter.