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Posts from the ‘Thankfulness’ Category

Antiquing, Vintaging, and Consignment Shopping!


Wahoooooooooo!

It’s been a day of fun for me and two of my girls…and Tim and Tom!

I wasn’t sure if Gabi was really going to be up to the task of consignment shopping, she is her father’s daughter after all. Β But then, she ever so valiantly tagged along for this part of the trip. Β We even found her a few new tops for school in the fall!

What was on the agenda, you ask? Read more

Do What You Can Do…


This picture and its saying are fantastic – a little sassy, but fantastic!

To all my fellow auto-immune disease sufferers – I say: Β Let’s raise a glass of water and toast ourselves – and to those who don’t understand and don’t want to try to understand – to heck with you!

We may take longer to do some things (work, rest, work again)…we may be more tired and achy… Read more

Sam, Sibling Rivalry and Laughing Until You Choke!


Having fun with daughters is the same as this Pinterest photo…and Sam and I went to Duluth yesterday and just like the photo says – we had WAY too much fun!

From trying on glasses frames…

To giggling about Β earlier days…

To almost choking to death in the process! Read more

The Mathematician, The Woodworker, The Pope, The BOSS Fan, The Biker,


and the Dad, the Husband, and my Best Friend.

These are all terms to describe Timothy.

You’ve all read about the Math Teacher: Β Kudos to 20 Years of Teaching Math

He’s also a talented woodworker…yes, at times we call him “Tim the Toolman” although he’s much less accident prone than Tim Allen. Β He puts up with my brilliant hair-brained ideas…and calmly goes about building them. Β I have however, put my foot down…I’ve told him he can’t have a refrigerator and bathroom in his “shop”…because with three girls I may never see him again! Read more

Lessons from Dad…Fishing, Coffee Cans in the Boat, and Goose Hunting


I sure loved my Dad.

He taught me many lessons…

Girls can do anything, but don’t have to do everything: Β Our entire family went deer hunting (for food, not sport). Β Off I went to gun training (and was a pretty good shot I might add), but when it came to hunting season I decided I’d rather shoot a deer with a camera, not a gun…and Dad was ok with that.

Always keep your word: Β When Dad said the kids needed to be quiet and behave or he’d turn the car around and we wouldn’t get to go to Grandma’s house…he meant it. Β We found out the hard way. Β Grandma’s house was about 4 hours away and we were about 3 1/2 hours into the drive when he turned around. Read more

Choosing Excellence

We try our best making daily decisions and yet sometimes....... Join my journey in learning how to "choose excellence" in this beautiful, full life. The Valley of Shadow of Death, Israel 2014, Psalm 23:4

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Creative Design, home decor, travel and Inspiration

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