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The Orples Join A Paper Kite Butterfly for Lunch.

Maria not only has a tropicalflowerzone, she has beautiful butterflies on her blog too. The Orples seem to have made a new friend—Ms.  Paper Kite Butterfly.  Speaking of butterflies; Amazon has some really cool Butterfly Sticker Books available if you love butterflies as much as we do, and stickers are  a fun addition to snail mail letters & packages, scrapbook entries, etc.  Amazon has some cool ‘how to makePaper Kites books, too. I even found one that features butterflies, among other things from around the world .  With March right around the corner,  paper kites come to mind in more ways than one.  :)

The Orples and the Paper Kite Butterfly enjoy a leisurely lunch together.
The Orples and the Paper Kite Butterfly enjoy a leisurely lunch together.

With all of those scrumptious flowers to munch on, I am thinking those three are going to be enjoying an extended lunch. This might be a good time to begin back in the neighborhood, allowing you to review our recent Adventures, so you don’t miss anything. Come along while I refresh my memory — and those three finish lunch.

Rubber Ducky? Or not.

When I was in Staunton last weekend, these charming little characters were flaunting their personalities through a closed shop window. Thank God, or I may have spent a lot of money on a whim. At least now, if I go back, I’ll have had more time to choose the ones I really ‘can’t’ live without. These guys give the little yellow rubber duck a run for his money.

The reflections from across the street make these a little hard to see, but here’s the overview of the lot of them.
Here’s a closer look at what’s in the barrel. That one of Obama will probably become a collector’s item one day. Probably, infamously, I might add.
This provides a better peek at the selection on the ledge. If I had money, oh how I could waste it on fun stuff like this. I wonder if they sell bubble bath in this little shop too?

Proud Mom, here! Check this out !!

You guys need to check out my son and his fiancee’s web business! Those two make me so proud! The young man speaking on the video is my youngest child, Brice. And YES! I am extremely proud of them both. The young lady in the photo (follow link)  is my soon to be daughter-in-law … they are set to tie the knot in July. Anyway, I just had to share this. You know how us proud Mom’s love to brag!

QTOFFICE  is an inventory management service for Mary Kaye Cosmetic’s salespersons. The kids started this business about 7 years ago and have been working side jobs while designing the platform behind their business and waiting for it to take off … it’s called burning the candle at both ends, I think.  It appears, they’re really picking up speed … hopefully, one day soon, this will be the only business they will have to focus on. I suspect, though, they’ll continue to branch out. Brice and Jamie are both bubbling over with ambition. That is the first ingredient in any successful venture.

By the way, I wanted to mention the fact that this has been an extremely busy week and I will be away this upcoming weekend, so if I’ve not visited your blog as often as usual, please forgive me, for the time being. I hope to circle back on each of you.  I do enjoy your contributions, as I hope you do mine, to the blogging environment.  Blessings to all! :)  Marcy

A tribute to my mother for Mother’s Day

This is a little late getting posted today as I’ve been trying to catch up on my blogging. However, my mother has been on my mind all day for obvious reasons, so to put my mind at ease, I would like to pay tribute to her. I was so honored and very lucky to call this woman “Mom”. May she RIP and know where ever she is that she is as much loved today as she was when I was so blessed to have her here in this life to converse with and to confide in.

My mother in 1976 at my brother’s wedding.

To all mother’s everywhere in celebration of ‘our’ day, I wish to you a very Happy Mother’s Day.

RIP Commonsense

This is from an e-mail I got. I have no idea who wrote it originally, but they did a bang up job … this is sad, but true, too often today.

An Obituary printed in the London Times…..Absolutely Brilliant!!!

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense , who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
– Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
– Why the early bird gets the worm;
– Life isn’t always fair;
– and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I’m A Victim