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27 December 2010

...Size Does Matter!

...especially if you're a Basset Hound!
When Mr. Peabody joined our family back on the 25th of August 2010, we had a donut doggie bed (bolister style) for Abigail. We did not have one for Mr. Peabody, so we devised one for him. He hardly used it. Abigail being a very sharing beag.. she gave her bed to Peabody and he made the best of it. In fact, it appeared he loved that bed regardless that his hind end would at time be on the floor out of the bed.. or his head, as you see here.

There was a BIG box, all wrapped waiting for Peabody. Abigail is an old pro at unwrapping presents and helped Peabody. It was a really big bed... bigger than Abigail's! Now we, the Pawrents feel much better for Peabody not hanging out of a small bed. Wouldn't you feel better too?

We officially had a White Christmas in the Northeast Georgia this year. From what I understand... the last White Christmas in these parts was back in 1881! Maybe... just maybe this White Christmas could partially be blamed on me. Every since I moved from New York state, back in 1979, I had conversations with my Lord... Lord, I would love a White Christmas on the day of Christmas and the snow be all gone the day after. Well, He hasn't obliged me and I have gave up requesting for it past few years. I am reminded over and over this year.. be careful for what you wish for! Twice, He has blessed me with my wishes... the Basset and the White Christmas!

Clearly my four-legged kids are NOT amused! 

He answer all prayers! Sometimes it is "Not Now" or "No".  I usually struggle with the "not now" ones and try to help him, to speed it along. I can tell you my timing is not perfect as His!

25 December 2010

...Happy Birthday Jesus!


Happy Birthday to Jesus
Happy Birthday to Jesus
Happy Birthday dear Jesus
Happy Birthday to Jesus

May you have a wonderful day full of blessings and love.
May the Angels bless you now and always.
May they give you a special blessing on your birthday.
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to you!!!
Blessings and love.

I was thinking about 
the wonderful things God created
and know what you came into my mind.

Thank You, Jesus for being "MY" Savior!

disclaimer: The cakes above were not created by me... I grabbed these photos from photobucket

24 December 2010

...Twas The Night Before Christmas

Twas the Night before Christmas Poem
By Clement Moore

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

The Real Saint Nicholas
The story of Santa Claus's namesake.
Ted Olsen | posted 8/08/2008 12:33PM

December 6 marks Saint Nicholas Day, and I thought I'd mark the beginning of the Christmas season by telling the story of Santa Claus's namesake. But before I do, I should remark that, historically speaking, there's not much we really know about Nicholas. Though he's one of the most popular saints in the Greek and Latin churches, his existence isn't attested by any historical document. All we can say is that he wasprobably the bishop of Myra (near modern Finike, Turkey) sometime in the 300s.

That said, there are of course many legends about Nicholas, and since these have influenced people throughout history, and they likely illustrate something about the historical man, they are fair game for a publication, like ours, devoted to Christian history.

Supposedly, Nicholas was born to a wealthy family in Patara, Lycia. His parents died, and he inherited a considerable sum of money, but he kept none of it. In the most famous story about his life, he threw bags of gold through the windows of three girls about to be forced into lives of prostitution. At least that's the most common version of the story; there are others, including an excessively grim one where the three girls are beheaded by an innkeeper and pickled in a tub of brine until Nicholas resurrects them.

After a couple of miracles (he's sometimes called Nicholas the Wonder-Worker) performed while he was still a boy, Nicholas was chosen by the people of Myra to be their new bishop. But it wasn't long before Diocletian and Maximian began their persecutions of Christians, and the new bishop was imprisoned.

When Constantine became emperor, Nicholas was released with countless others and returned to his preaching only to find a new threat: Arianism. According to one biographer (writing five centuries after Nicholas's death), "Thanks to the teaching of St. Nicholas, the metropolis of Myra alone was untouched by the filth of the Arian heresy, which it firmly rejected as a death-dealing poison." Other biographers claim Nicholas attacked the heresy of Arius (who denied the full divinity of Christ) in a much more personal way—he traveled to the Council of Nicea and slapped Arius in the face! As the story goes (and this should be taken as fantasy because there are pretty good records of the council, and Nicholas isn't mentioned), the other bishops at Nicea were shocked at such rude behavior and relieved him as bishop. But then Jesus and Mary appeared next to him, and they quickly recanted.
That's the questionable legend of Nicholas. But not the end of the story. Even by the reign of Justinian (d. 565), Nicholas was famous, and the emperor dedicated a church in Constantinople to him. By the 900s, a Greek wrote, "The West as well as the East acclaims and glorifies him. Wherever there are people, his name is revered and churches are built in his honor. All Christians reverence his memory and call upon his protection." The West became even more interested when his "relics" were taken from Myra to Bari, Italy, on May 9, 1087. He's said to have been represented by medieval artists more frequently than any saint but Mary, and nearly 400 churches were dedicated in his honor in England alone during the late Middle Ages.

With such a popularity, his legends inevitably became intertwined with others. In Germanic countries, it sometimes became hard to tell where the legend of Nicholas began and that of Woden (or Odin) ended. Somewhere along the line, probably tied to the gold-giving story, people began giving presents in his name on his feast day. When the Reformation came along, his following disappeared in all the Protestant countries except Holland, where his legend continued as Sinterklass. Martin Luther, for example, replaced this bearer of gifts with the Christ Child, or, in German, Christkindl. Over the years, that became repronounced Kriss Kringle, and ironically is now considered another name for Santa Claus.

23 December 2010

...Wishing You and Yours a Very Merry Christmas!

For unto us a Child is born
For unto us a child is born,
To us a son is giv’n;
The government shall rest on him,
Th’ anointed one from heav’n.
His name is Wonderful Counselor,
The Mighty God is he,
The Everlasting Father,
The humble Prince of Peace.
The increase of his government
And peace shall never end;
He’ll reign on David’s ancient throne
As ruler of all men.
Upheld with justice and righteousness,
Forever his kingdom will last;
The zeal of the Lord God Most High
Will bring these things to pass.
Lord Jesus, come now and reign in me,
Be Lord of my life this hour.
Come be my Counselor and my God,
My source of wisdom and power.
Watch o’er me with your Father care,
My heart and my mind, fill with peace.
I worship you, my Lord and King,
My praise will never cease.

Merry Christmas to All
Celebrate Jesus Birthday by singing
Happy Birthday to Him.

21 December 2010

...To Chain or Not To Chain!

I have been tatting my heart out since the Palmetto Tatting Guild's Tat Days this past year. I have come a long ways since. I have researched on tattings and tried many patterns... I still am, to improve my abilities and develop "my style". My daughter has become an amazing tatter in jewelry with updated modern twist. She just amazes me to no end. As my confidence grew, my style is also growing. Maybe I should say preferences instead of style.

I have learned that I do not "like" to create things without patterns. I am not "into" making things other than doilies and edgings but if needed to will do the other things. I also am not at all keen on tatting with the ball of thread, multiple shuttles, ends and sewing in ends... I like doing one shuttle, less stuff to fuss with.  Now with that said.. I prefer rings and chains. So I had to make a compromise with myself and use the ball or use the second shuttle as the ball. Then again, I am falling in love with the one shuttle and rings only. Beh! I do this to myself at great lengths.

Well, I have done doilies, bookmarks and edgings. I am very proud of each and every pieces that were made by my hands. There are so much that one can do with doilies (especially when I am blessed with a treasure load of them from my Grandma!) and I may only make very few of them unless it is requested. Bookmarks, again only so much can be used with them. Edgings...well, for myself at my disposal I have two Lil Angels that I at times sew things for them. With dresses, I can add some edgings to give them a little bit of "WOW" from onlookers! (beams with pride).

Then... I got involved with the "period" crafters at our beautiful local historic Inn. I did tatting demonstration for their Christmas Festival. I tatted beside the fireplace as it was cold. There are no modern pleasures of convenience in this 1815 Inn! So.... now I have volunteered myself to participate at each events that "Friends of Travelers Rest" will sponsor. I am digging in deep with research for the period of 1815 to 1845 for period clothing and tattings, along with other items needed. I will be making my costume soon, the fabric that  I ordered has arrived, cotton calico. I also have been tatting "Hen & Chicks" edgings that later will be added to my costume collar and other parts of the dress.

In the picture above, on the right is the tatting with shuttle and ball, "rings & chains" method. The lace on the right is known as "Hen & Chicks", tatting with one shuttle only and "rings" only. The Hen & Chicks is the correct method for the period that I will be demonstrating at the Inn. See how the chain allows you to go end to end in a flow, where as the non chain one you have to give it (the thread) a bit of slack or gap to extend to the next ring to create lace pattern. I actually am loving the Hens & Chicks!

Now... I am exhausting my brain and my research in trying to find any... any patterns of doilies, collars that are using Hen & Chicks. I would like to make some of these to display for the visitors to see visually!

Oh my.. I have been rambling in length here!

If you are new to tatting... try all kind of styles to find what makes you happy with your shuttle(s) and hands!

Thanks for reading my rambles! (heeheheee)

20 December 2010

...Holidays Were Also Made for Animals!

Last evening at 7 pm EST  there were many "Snoops" celebrating!

Snoops is private group of dog lovers that come together and share and care about dogs, our own and rescued & fosters.. and transportion of these dogs going to fosters and fur-ever homes.
I'll mention more of this in just a bit.

Anyhow, our dogs (mostly beagles) did Secret Santa Paws gift exchange...from all over this planet of ours! We were blessed to have this cute doggie named Maximus as the doggie to send our secret gift(s) to.

This is Maximus! Such a handsome boy, and adorable too!

It was our special time last night for all of the Snoops to open their gifts from Santa Paws. It was important to document this once a year event with pictures and/or videos. We got to see what each blessed doggie got from Santa Paws!

Max-imus recieved these from his Santa Paws,
presents all wrapped up!

 Heaven of treats!!!!

Max has a brudder named Buford and is a beagle.
From what Max was saying,
 is that his brudder was trying to help himself to Max's treats!

Beagles are known for gluttony, which they truly can't help it!

Our recorded event!
Abigail give the box a good sniffin' and lookin', 
making sure that there are no contrabands!
(I think Abigail dreamed of being one of those beagles on the Beagle Brigade)
Mr.Peabody looks on, uncertain what the fuss is about. This is his first Christmas with us!

Let's the investigation begin!

 Abigail decided that the box needed to be chewed for it to open correctly. 
Peabody is content to let her do all the work!

 This is what our Secret Santa Paws sent to them!

 Abigail taste tested a treat and it meets with her satisfaction,
well not totally..she would like to have tested them all!

 Peabody happily wagged his drummer tail as he tested one.

Thank You Santa Paws for making my first Christmas a happy one!

We in the Snoops then revealed all of the generous Secret Santa Paws! Ours was from a cutie beagle boy named Billy. This was his first Snoop Christmas too!

This is Billy!
We thank you Billy! Merry Christmas!

Okay... about the Snoops, as I have mentioned... we are a group on and our main common dominator are beagles. Most of us in the group own a beag (beagle) or two or... um it can be numerous and within the individual families there are doggies also known as "NTB" (Not The Beagle). We even have a mutant beagle ( he is white and fluffy... don't ask!),  a Beagleweiler ( Rotweiler), border collies, many to list... and kitties are also NTB's! It happens at times that a beagle or so may have brudders and sistas that are NOT beags but they are still part of the family none the less. Max-imus is one of the NTB but we will not hold that against him! Mr. Peabody would more or less be considered a NTB but he is unaware! BOL! (BOL is dogster's for LOL... Bark Out Loud... in this case beagles would B'rooo Out Loud) Yes this crazy group but we all love it!. I love them too!

I want to give a major SHOUT out about this group! Without them, we would not have been able to keep Mr. Peabody when he first came into our lives. The expense of his needed treatments for heart-worm was more than we could handle. The generosity of Snoops answered our "cry" for help. They donated to Mr. Peabody's healthcare more than we hoped for, with that Peabody became one of our own.

Bless you Snoops! You are what Christmas is all about... God bless y'all!