Insane Hats That People Pay Money For

Etsy.com is a website that offers handmade concoctions of all kinds. And let me tell you, there are all kinds. Inspired by the website Regretsy, which pokes fun at inappropriate items on Etsy, I thought I would do my own version today of hats. These are actual hats for sale on Etsy that blew my mind:

1. We'll start with those of you who feel the need to wear a sea urchant/animal on your head. This is a squid hat. It's only $35.99.

2. Our next selection is for those of you who feel like morphing into Carmen Miranda. I'm sure you all will want this beautiful fruit bowl on your head. It's only $200!!! Seriously!

3. The next one isn't a hat at all but I couldn't resist. Someone was actually selling a 100% mustard yellow polyester shirt and the model, who evidentally has way too much chest hair to appear in public, morphed into a giraffe for this picture.

4. The next selection in our hat show today is the all popular tigress attire. Does this really attract men? I think I want one to wear while grocery shopping.

5. And lastly, I just feel plain sad for this pug:

So, there's the hat show for today, all available and waiting for you at Etsy.com!

Sally Is A Cheerleader!

My neice (Leah's daughter) has made the cheer squad at TMS, her middle school. Funny, because Sally is definately not the typical cheerleader type - she has always been somewhat of a tomboy. But much to everyone's surprise she loves cheerleading! The squad started with cheer camp in early summer at the University of Alabama UCA Camp, then they took a break. Practice has started again now for ballgames and pep rallies! I can't wait to go and see her cheer - she is such a ham. Last weekend she called and asked if I would come over to her house and make some pictures of her in her uniform, and of course I was thrilled. Here are some of the best shots:





Best of luck to Sally and the Jags Cheer Squad this fall - I can't wait to see you guys cheer!

My Grandparents

IMG_3329-2, originally uploaded by Ozziepuds.

Years from now, after I'm long gone, I hope that this blog will mean something to someone. There is very little I know about my great grandparents. I would have loved to know their hobbies, interests, hopes and dreams and daily life. I was fortunate in the fact that I had all of my grandparents until I was well into my twenties. In the same town, nonetheless. I loved my Papa and Papa Poole (my mother's parents) more than words. They never missed a ballgame, birthday, or milestone in my life. My grandmother didn't drive, interestingly enough. I remember us walking to McDonald's or Horne's BBQ from her house to have lunch. We would eat, then walk back. They accompanied our family on vacations. My grandfather was a very hard worker as a line foreman for Alabama Power. It's the only job I ever know he had, although I'm sure he had others when he was younger. My grandmother never worked. They took time with me to play dominoes and other board games when I spent the night with them, and I remember the beautiful pink roses that grew in their backyard. Or the farm and the horses my Papa bought us. And the fresh vegetables out of their garden. And Papa Poole's chocolate cake and chicken and dressing, which I still crave.

My father's parents and I were more disconnected, probably simply because I preferred spending all my time at the other set of Grandparents house. My grandfather was a TV repairman, and my grandmother held several retail jobs in ladies clothing shops and boutiques in Tuscaloosa. My grandfather was fun, and slicked back his hair with vaseline which turned it black (who knew?) He loved to play tennis and when he wasn't playing tennis he was usually watching it. My grandmother and granddaddy (the names I had for them) drank alcohol. Alot. Constantly. And while they were never physically abusive to me in any way, we just never really bonded. I didn't cry when they died. No unfond memories, but no fond ones either.

I want Payton to know all of this. So I blog. And Scrapbook. And I photograph ad nauseum. I want her to know so much about me, my family and our history. It's my gift to her.

It Is What It Is

Today I have had the headache from hell. I mean straight from hades. Not just something you can pop a couple of tylenol for. Turns out it has been sinus related -after staying in the bed from 1:00 - 9:00 PM, I am now awake. Wide awake, and feeling much better thank you. I took a Zyrtec D and wha bam! No more headache. I am resigning myself to the fact that I am going to have to take a trip to the ENT. I don't want to - I don't want to hear what they're going to say. I can hear it now - "Mrs. Murphy, you need major roto-rooter sinus surgery. All we have to do is go in and break your nose, and hose out your sinuses and you'll be good as new after you are fully recovered in 6 months. Don't worry, the bruising doesn't last but six weeks, during which time you will not be able to taste anything you eat and you'll need to drink through a straw". Um, no thank you but I might not have any choice. Bill says I'm snoring like a horse in heat (I've never actually seen a horse in heat but evidentally he has). I am not amused by the prospect of an ENT visit but (sigh) I certainly don't want another whopper headache like I"ve had today. Well, as a friend of mine says, "It is What It Is". I was also sent this hilarious video the other day by a friend of mine on facebook - it is an an actual newscast from Huntsville, Alabama. Only in the South...........enjoy!

(PS don't forget to scroll down to the bottom of the screen and pause or discontinue the music before watching)

Thursday Night DigiScrappin'

Last night I got on a roll. I sat down at my computer and the next thing I knew it was 1:00 AM. Time just flies when I'm scrapping. Here's what I came up with:

She Is My Shero.................................

I've been thinking alot lately about my little sister, Stephanie and how much I admire her courage and strength. Several years ago Stephanie adopted four children, three of who are special needs. There's Josh, the oldest who has down's syndrom, then Ray, his biological brother, then Sarah, who has borderline multiple personality disorder, and Angel, who is ADHD. All of these children came from terrible situations and my sister and brother in law adopted them, and the rest is family history! I don't even have to tell you that there is never a dull moment at their house! The patience she has and sacrifices she has made have been tremendous. I don't know of a more loving, giving person. Stephanie, you are my SHERO! Love you!

This is a picture of our girl trip to New York City a few years back:

A Digi-Scrappin Kind of Weekend