Sweet Hobby

A couple months ago while grocery shopping I came across a box that looked like a fun thing to do with the kids! It was a Candy Making Kit from a company called Wilton's. It turned out to be a lot of fun, and they are the cutest little candies when your done. They are perfect for class parties, snack trays, gift giving, or just for a cute snack for your sweet tooth. Each box comes with 20 lolly pop sticks, 20 bags & ties, 3 mold trays, a paint brush, microwaveable bags, and 4 different colors of candy melts. You can buy more melts and more trays if you'd like. I have made these candies for Halloween, Christmas & am now working on Valentine's Day. Can't wait to see St. Patty's Day molds! It is a simple process too, anyone can be a candy maker! Just place the melts in the bag, microwave for a bit and once they are melted start putting the candy in the molds. Refrigerate for a little while and you're done! I have also melted down chocolate chips and used that as the brown. ((only because I am a chocoholic!)) So sorry you are not here to taste them, they are fabulous!

My latest "Project"

I decided yesterday to let the dust bunnies lie under my couch and the cobwebs to stay in the corners in exchange for something a little more fun! You see, I am constantly thinking of ways to improve my house, make it look nicer, etc. So I get the grand idea to finally paint something on the wall in my 14 month old daughters bedroom. It is a last ditch effort to decorate this child's room, I have hung posters and yada yada in the end they don't stay where I put them and usually result in me picking thumbtacks up off the floor and paper scraps from behind the dresser! But with painting, you can't tear it off! Genius! The only problem is that I am not very skilled at painting with a stencil, the paint usually globs around the edge of the design and I have to wipe it off. So I opted for free handing it. I simply traced an outline of the stencil with pencil onto the wall, then painted it. Here is what I have so far:

This is placed about 3/4 of the way up the wall and centered between the two windows.

& this is the border that will be going around the room. I am a bit unsure yet about this. I was thinking of placing smaller crowns in between the larger ones. But am undecided at the moment.
That's as far as I've gotten. Let me know what you think!

A Display of My Art

Here is some of the artwork I have created.

This is a sillouhette of a whitetail deer against a sunset done in colored pencil.

This is a pencil sketch of a whitetail deer.

And lastly I'd like to share this pencil sketching of a whitetail deer drinking from a pond in the forest.

These are just a few of the drawings I have done. Let me know what you think of them!

'Twas the night before Christmas he lived all alone,
in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone,
I had come down the chimney with presents to give,
and to see just who in this home did live,
I looked all about a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree,
No stocking by mantle just boots filled with sand,
on the wall hung pictures of far distant lands,
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
a sober thought came through my mind,
For this house was different it was dark and dreary,
I found the home of a soldier once I could see clearly,
The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,
curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home,
The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,
not how I pictured a United States soldier,
Was this the hero of whom I'd just read?,
curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?,
I realized the families that I saw this night,
owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight,
Soon round the world the children would play,
and grown ups would celebrate a bright Christmas day,
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
because of the soldiers like the one lying here,
I couldn't help but wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home,
The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry,
The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice,
"Santa don't cry, this life is my choice,
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more,
my life is my God, my country, my Corps."
The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it I continued to weep,
I kept watch for hours so silent and still,
and we both shivered from the cold night's chill,
I didn't want to leave on that cold dark night,
this gaurdian of honor so willing to fight,
Then the soldier rolled over with a voice soft and pure,
whispered, "Carry on Santa, its Christmas day, all is secure,"
One look at my watch and I knew he was right,"Merry Christmas my friend and to all a good night."

She Was Only 5

Her Dad was a drunk and her Mom was an addict,
Her parents kept her locked in the attic,
Her only friend was a little toy bear,
It was old and worn out and had patches of hair,
She always talked to it when no one was around,
She'd lay there and hug it not a peep of sound,
Until her parents unlocked the door,
Some more and more pain she'll have to endure,
A bruise of her leg and a scar on her face,
Why would she be in such a horrible place,
But she grabs her bear and softly cries,
She loves her parents but they want her to die,
She sits in the corner quiet by thinking,
"Please God, why is my life sinking?",
Such a bad life for a sad little kid,
She'd get beaten and beaten for anything she did,
Then one night her Mom came home high,
And the poor child was beaten as hours went by,
Then her Mom suddenly grabbed for a blade,
It was sharp and pointy one that she made,
She thrusted the blade right into her chest,
"You deserve to die you worthless piece of shit!",
The Mom walked out leaving the girl slowly dieing,
She grabbed her bear and again started crying,
Police showed up at the small little house,
They quickly barged in everything quiet as a mouse,
One officer slowly opened a door,
To find the little girl dead on the floor,
It must have been bad to go through so much harm,
But at least she died with her best friend in her arms.

If after reading this poem there is not a tear in your eye, then God be with you because you have no heart! Please help stop child abuse! It is a serious problem in America!

Walk A Little Slower Daddy

"Walk a little slower, Daddy,"
said a child so small,
"I'm following in your footsteps Daddy
and I don't want to fall,
Sometimes they're hard to see
and sometimes they're very fast,
So walk a little slower Daddy,
for you are leading me,

Someday when I'm all grown up,
you're what I want to be,Then I will have a small child,Who'll want to follow me,And I would want to lead just right,And know that I was true,So walk a little slower Daddy,For I must follow you."
-Anonymous