It Happens....

a new favorite anthem!!

Too true and too funny... the imagery of the lyric: "walk of shame with two different shoes" is hysterical!

It Happens by Sugarland
Songwriters: Kristian Bush, Jennifer Nettles, Bobby Pinson

Missed my alarm clock ringing
Woke up telephone screaming
Boss man singing his same old song

Rolled in late about an hour
No cup of coffee, no shower
Walk of shame with two different shoes on

Now it is poor me, why me, oh me
Boring the same old worn out blah blah story
There is no good explanation for it at all

Ain't no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain't no need to over think it
Let go laughing
Life don't go quite like you planned it
We try so hard to understand
Irrefutable, indisputable
The fact is
Psssh
It happens

My trusty-rusty had a flat
I borrowed my neighbors Cadillac
"I'll be right back," going down to Wally World
That yellow light turned red too quickly
Knew that the truck moment it hit me
Out stepped my ex and his new girl
("Sorry 'bout your neck baby")

But it is poor me, why me, oh me
Boring the same old worn out blah blah story
There is no good explanation for it at all

Ain't no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain't no need to over think it
Let go laughing
Life don't go quite like you planned it
We try so hard to understand
Irrefutable, indisputable
The fact is
Psssh
It happens

Ain't no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain't no need to over think it
Let go laughing
Life don't go quite like you planned it
We try so hard to understand
Irrefutable, indisputable
The fact is
Psssh
It happens

Yeah, the irrefutable, indisputable, absoluteable, totally beautiful fact is
Psssh
It happens

R&R doesn't mean what you think it does....

Ah.... time for a little R&R... Sally style!

Rest and relaxation is good for the body. But for me? The true rest for the soul comes through

Rearrange and Refurbish!

When I rest, and I'm talking peace of spirit rest, not necessarily sleep or even getting away from life, here. But, when I rest-- my creative side moves furniture and reorganizes my living/work space into more efficient scenarios. It moves others' spaces and situations, too- but, I could reinvent the wheel and it won't matter unless some martian (of mine) puts that wheel on their vehicle and drives away with it!

Even the change of seasons (or the weather this week) has rested my tired little pea-sized brain and unleashed the creative genius. Yeah, right. Genius. I should have a DIY program of my own! Oh! and tools and a budget and one of those cute little carpenters... sorry, brain vacated for a moment there! Back to the change of seasons.... it has now warmed to the point where I no longer need to sit squarely atop my fireplace and can move the computer out of the living room and you know what THAT means?? Some rearrangment is gonna happen- warn Byron, somebody!! Oh, and Dad upgraded to a flat-screen so guess who got their humungous TV?? Woohoo!! I can now read the scrollers at the bottom of the news!!

Now before you go and get your panties in a bunch- let me disclaim. THERE ARE NO SALLYS HURT IN THE PRODUCTION OF THIS PROJECT. There, Mom- get over yourself. I used the scooties and the kids from across the street! The tv will go where the computer currently sits in the living room, the computer will need to to the gallery room since I no longer have space for it in the studio *sadly* and the old tv needs to be moved into the bedroom. That's a lot of heavy lifting-- better hire more of those kids. But, wait! I've had in mind a window seat (or daybed maybe) for the studio (where the computer sat two seasons ago) and move those chairs to another part of the house and... oh, Lord! This could go on forever! Better stop with just these projects for the time being.

First order of the day: what to use for a window seat. I've been searching for a used coffee table for weeks at the Beehive. Oh! I love that place!! Such treasures!! and I get to see cousin Ricky's smile!! Yesterday-- cha CHING! I nabbed an entertainment center in great shape for 20 dollah!! Now to get me those kids. Borrowed Dad's big diesel truck- I just LOVE driving that thing!! No, really! It empowers me!! Grabbed the boys and headed downtown. Woohoo-- there's a pedestal box (potential for a great mosaic base!) for $5, too!! Drag it all home and as the boys are getting that entertainment center out of the truck... YEWWWWW... BUGS! What ARE those things? GROSS! Ok. Not quite as clean as I'd hoped but that's what Raid is all about!! We deverminize the cabinet and disassemble parts of it to transform into.... a new daybed!! Sidenote: I used Jess's old crib mattress outta the attic so it was the right pri¢e!! $FREE!!

Here's the transformation of the studio window corner complete with the cutest dolls my MIL, Linda, made long ago!!

Gentlewomen- start your engines.

Chick Trip. Mshell, honey? Time to fill the tank.
We're coming to a town near you.

TX had better put on additional traffic detail.

Maybe!! Just maybe... or maybe not!? This is the 3rd (or is it 4th?) reschedule of the postponed girlz trip to Scrap•It•Ta Falls. So looking forward to seeing ya and it's the inspiration for today's crazy collage. And, must have tune-man: Wilson Pickett.



Yes. that's me in my very own vintage 1965 hot rod. Drool, baby, drool.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

You know... sometimes I have these images in the files that don't really fit into any one category? Too random. Too ornate. Too whatever. They just sort of whisper at me everytime I'm shuffling through. I should start a flotsam jetsam file!

For some crazy reason- a couple demanded attention last night.

Thus was born: "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."



And, today- was a really GREAT mail day!! I won, I won!! A box full of inspiration. ITALIAN flavored inspiration as well as rubber stamps- YES!!! And, a magazine chock full of altered images, woohoo!! Good thing I was a domestic diva yesterday and cooked roast, potatoes and "the best gravy I ever cooked in my entire life" as well as banana pudding! Byron saw that box of art supplies and just knew I was "out to lunch" for the rest of the weekend. HA!

With every rain... a tree might fall.

...and it's not as loud as you might think.

We've had a bit of rain lately.
Honestly? We've had a LOT of rain.
Too much, in fact. The rain gauge has registered at least 11 inches since last Wednesday. The ground is saturated, to say the least. So when the tree tipped over, it really wasn't all that loud.

We lost the last of the "Triple Trees", century-old white oaks covered in resurrection fern, amidst fireworks and explosions as it took down power lines and blocked the street for a couple of hours. It narrowly missed taking out our gas meter, front gate and hitching post. Adding to the excitement, several vehicles nearly collided with the obstruction and live wires while several of the neighbors and I were frantically trying to call 911. I finally got hold of the fire department (though they weren't interested) who rolled the call over to the police department. The emergency response finally told one neighbor that that the system wasn't working. Uh.... not good. I'm just glad that this wasn't a life or death matter.

Anyway, the power came right back on and the street is cleared for traffic within a couple of hours. Thanks to the Entergy guys, the police and street departments.

I shall now draw up some landscape plans... I see a picket fence and some bright red crape myrtles in my future!! And, yes- there is already a white oak (a little over head high) already in place.

To the Stars....

Jess and I said goodbye to Kittly (Kiddily) Cat (age 17) today.

~~Make Art, B!t¢h~~

I don't make this stuff up, folks. I just note it! 

My mother won't like it, though. 

My sister offers an alternative phrase: houndette. 

My best friends say to just use it as it was originally written and let those that are offended get over it. To be honest- they suggest I post it on my wall in the studio!!

With that directive in mind..... here I go. Digitally anyway! And, work in the altered book is coming along as well!

Yeah. You know who you are.