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Egg on My Face



I was reading the egg-cyclopedia for an un-egg-spected egg-sam when an egg-cellent and egg-stravagant thing happened.  An egg-splosion of egg-normous proportions occurred so I used it as an egg-scuse to egg-splore.  I was preparing for an egg-sotic eggs-hibition on the egg-loo while performing an egg-speriment on the egg-spansion of egg-sercise.  I wanted to egg-spand my egg-straordinary and egg-stensive egg-splanation when I thought of an egg-sample.  Nothing is too egg-streme of an egg-splanation.  Remember it’s important to egg-ercise your brain and go to egg-stensive lengths to egg-spress yourself in egg-stremely egg-citing ways.  Always be egg-sact and egg-spand on egg-samples so people get egg-cited about your topic.  That way they will be sad when you egg-sit and think you’re an egg-spert on everything.  Being egg-spressive with your egg-splanation is egg-istential to being an egg-sperienced person.  It’s egg-silarating.  There will be an egg-samination later so pay egg-stra attention.  If you egg-sist for an egg-ceptional eggs-change you will feel egg-uberant and will therefore egg-sist for a purpose.

Happy Easter!


lucy grace’s perspective


“Mom, what is that on my blanket?” “Honey it looks like a piece of dust. Just throw it in the trash.” “That’s okay Mom, I’ll put it behind my door, there are a bunch more back there and I think they’re related.” “I’m going to clean that soon.” I added as she threw the dust behind the door with what she called “the rest of them.” Ugh

I went with Lucy’s Pre-K summer school class to the local Farmer’s Market yesterday. I was in charge of Lucy and two others who are also age 5. Apparently boyfriend/girlfriend scenarios are already being floated around in the classroom. When I asked a boy why he was sad he said it was because he didn’t have a girlfriend. It seems one of the other girls had been girlfriend to the boy and his twin brother then moved on. He had not. Lucy piped up and volunteered to be both of the twins’ girlfriend like she was on a Goodwill mission or something. She acted like she would be going out of her way, but she would do it out of the goodness of her heart. The way she said it and the way the boy reacted was priceless. Just little smiles. It was so funny.

Today we were in the county clerk’s office to renew my license plates and Lucy was very nice and polite, very well-mannered the entire time, but on the way out she stopped me and looked around inside the older, tiled building and said it looked a lot like a big bathroom. She, of course, said it very loudly and some other people turned around and laughed. Very amusing. It kind of does resemble a big bathroom. Kids that age are so honest and observant. That God for the insightful conversations between a mom and 5 year olds.

The Work of the Shepherd


Our Priest gave a very interesting sermon back in April and began by talking about how his father used to put their names on all their belongings so they wouldn’t get lost.

The message is we can never get lost from our Shepherd because we are sealed or “marked” with the holy spirit.

“Be the Church!” is what he said.

When you see someone on the street who doesn’t look like you remember they’re “Not the Other, but the Brother”.  We are all intertwined.

Sealed with the Spirit

Indeed we are

healed from within

was why he bore the scars.

Why did he do it

for people like us?

For people who

are not happy

but go around and fuss?

He did it for us.

It’s hard to believe

why a God so great

would choose that

as a time to celebrate.

You see, he knew, and

he tried to tell others,

why he was here

and what he’d discovered

but we didn’t understand

like sheep on the land

and went on living

in sin as we do.

In my bed awake

at night all alone

I think how

the savior bought me

and what I did for it

was nothing –

seems too much to bear.

God says sleep my

child because there’s

work to be done.  Fields

are ripe for harvest and

many are to be won.

Witness to others.  It’s one of our greatest gifts!

art confidential until now


Backstroke, acrylic on canvas, 18 x 22 framed

I have been painting abstracts for awhile now and only find time now and then to do one. I’ve decided to show them off and see what you all think of them. It’s hard putting your work out there, but I like them so you might too.  Check out my new Etsy shop at LucyGracesMomArt.

Go With the Flow

Go With the Flow, Oil on canvas, 18 x 22 framed


Untitled, acrylic on canvas, 8 x 10 (this one is currently available on Etsy at LucyGracesMomArt.  Check it out!!

Field of flowers miniature

Field of flowers miniature, acrylic on canvas, 2 3/4 x 3 3/4

Pink Green study

Flower Study, acrylic on canvas trading card, 2 1/2 x 3 1/2

Orange crush

Eclipse, acrylic on canvas, 2 3/4 x 3 3/4

Separate but Equal

Separate but Equal, acrylic on canvas, 2 3/4 x 2 3/4

I have more, but wanted to test these out first to see if anyone likes abstract. Let me know which one you like the best and why or if you have a question on why I named something the way I did.

getting great giraffe

Giraffe Manor

Giraffe Manor

I really love giraffes!  I collect wooden elephants, zebra and giraffe.  I have found a place where you can “get your giraffe on”, so to speak.  The place is in Nairobi, the place to stay is Tamini.  Tamini’s Giraffe Manor is a wonderland of giraffes!  Check out some of these pictures of the experience.

Giraffe guarding the Manor

Giraffe guarding the Manor

Some of the accommodations

Some of the accommodations

Giraffe Manor was built in 1932 and is set in 12 acres of private land and lies within 140 acres of indigenous forest. Giraffe Manor offers you a one-on-one experience with the giraffes, with them trying to get your attention at the breakfast table, the front door and even your bedroom window.

With architecture in the style of a Scottish hunting lodge, Giraffe Manor offers guests the unique chance to interact with the rare Rothschild Giraffe.  The grounds house The Giraffe Centre which was set up by AFEW (African Fund for Endangered Wildlife) as a breeding centre for the endangered Rothschild Giraffe.  There are hiking trails and opportunities to encounter giraffes as well as warthogs, hyenas, and many species of birds.  The grounds are also home to the David Sheldrick elephant orphanage, established in 1977. The Orphanage is a small, charity that rescues and rehabilitates orphaned baby elephants and rhinos.

As a visitor to the orphanage you can watch feeding and bath times each morning and watch the calves playing with footballs and chasing each other. When the calves are strong enough, they are gradually introduced to Tsavo National Park to the David Sheldrick elephant sanctuary. The younger the orphans can be exposed to older elephants in the sanctuary, the easier the learning and transition back into the wild system will be. Therefore most calves can feasibly be introduced to the sanctuary between the ages of six to eleven years old depending on the health of the calf.

I believe you can adopt an elephant. How cool is that?

Just looking out your window AND petting a Giraffe

Just looking out your window AND petting a Giraffe

Giraffes cleaning up breakfast dishes

Giraffes cleaning up breakfast dishes

Giraffe love

Giraffe love

Ponder this . . .


Some of life’s unanswered questions:

What type of bird is Woodstock?

Would it have been possible for Humpty Dumpty to be put back together again? Conspiracy?

Who shot JFK?

Was Little Red Riding Hood in cahoots with the Big Bad wolf?

How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?

What type of bird is a Peep?

Why do dogs roll in nasty smelling stuff?

Any fun answers?

Love This Time of Year


Gardening just makes me feel better.  I know I’m not the only one who feels this way.  Gardening has long been a pastime for managing stress and giving people a sense of being.  The gardens I plant each year are just that – therapy.

Side view of front porch

Side view of front porch

This year I planted everything later than usual due to busy schedules.  Here’s what we have?

Two tomatoes already!

Two tomatoes already!

One grape tomato plant and one cherry tomato plant, cucumbers, red bell pepper plant, watermelon, onions and lettuces

One other area I have is herbs where there is:

Peppermint, Basil, Cilantro, Stevia, Oregano and Thyme

Herb Garden

Herb Garden

On the porch we have  two flower boxes we put out and a basket with ferns.  I like to experiment with different types of ferns:

Flower box with Caladium varieties, pink Verbena and Argentine Ivy

Flower box with Caladium varieties, pink Verbena, sweet potato vine and neon Argentine Ivy

Flower box with Caladium varieties, pink Verbena and Argentine Ivy

Flower box with Caladium varieties, pink Verbena, sweet potato vine and neon Argentine Ivy

Maiden Hair fern, Silver Ribbon fern and

Maiden Hair fern, Silver Ribbon fern and Lemon Button fern

Here are my crazy cacti:


My Crazy Cacti

Adventure Anniversary


It’s been almost two years since our boston terriers got out and were actually gone overnight.  This was one of my worst nightmares because at the time the boys were getting out through our garage more and more.  The door did not close all the way and if you went out you had to shut it manually or they were so quick – they got out. I decided to write down this incident when it came to a conclusion because it was so crazy.  Here’s how it went:

Saturday, May 22, 2010 – 4:30 p.m.:  Dogs get out of garage by way of kitchen and run faster than I’ve ever seen them down to the end of our street – then disappear.  They were totally unresponsive to my voice, as usual.  Morons.

5:15 p.m.:  Dogs reported as missing with Animal Control.  They had gotten out before and had a record with Animal Control.  They were picked up fairly quick last time because they were trying to start fights with other dogs.  Two against one.  How cruel.  Animal Control had no reports on this day.  I was angry and said “Okay.  I hope they don’t come back.  I’m tired of worrying about these dogs!”

As night fell, my opinion, as well as my anger, changed to sad and worried.  There were still no dogs, no calls, but the good news is they have microchips in them.  I was hopeful.  If they hadn’t gotten hit they would be okay I thought as I drove around the neighborhood one more time.

After putting Lucy to bed, I began thinking where people call to check on missing persons.  I couldn’t call the Police, a dog’s equivalent is Animal Control who had already been notified.  I then got the idea to call Animal Hospitals because people start checking hospitals when people go missing.  There was only one animal hospital in Lexington.  I called there and was astonished to hear ONE boston terrier had been there just an hour before!  A man had brought in a black/white dog matching their description and he was not injured.  Thank God.  There was hope. I asked if they had the dog, expecting a yes.  The answer, instead, was they had an old scanner and scanned for a chip and told the man how to find their owners.  The man had not yet called and I was livid at the animal hospital for not keeping the dog or getting the man’s name or calling me or something.  I, of course, went over to the animal hospital to give them a piece of my mind and ended up crying in there.  Too emotional.  Too embarrassing.

I called the microchip company and reported them missing.  I then realized the chip # they had (that’s all the information they kept) was Norman’s (B-1) and couldn’t figure out why the man had not yet called.  I left my information again in the event the man came back.  It was also apparent to me at that time that the brothers had split up.  I was more worried than ever that Kevin was injured.

We listed them on Craigslist and I sent emails to all the local shelters with no response.  My last ditch effort was Facebook.  It should have been the first resource I used, but I hadn’t been a member that long and didn’t realize how valuable they could be under these circumstances.  I sent a Facebook message to my friends. with pleas for my missing dogs.  It was going to be a long night.

Sunday, May 23, 2012:  It turned out one of my friend’s friends had had one of the dogs, but he had gotten away.  Really?!!!?  I called the woman that next morning and she said she didn’t know where the dog went, but she knew of someone else who found another b/w dog.  She was a woman who worked at the local Speedway gas station.  It had seemed we had found Kevin (B-2).  I obtained her numbers from the Speedway and sure enough he had the spot and it was Kevin (B-2).  Turned out he had taken up with her dogs and slept in her bed overnight.  No kidding.

Here’s the twist.  Back with Norman (B-1).  This day was also our eldest daughter’s high school graduation where she was graduating with honors.  The speech and all.  We arranged to pick up Kevin (B-2) later.  He was in no rush and neither was the woman it seemed.  She had the day off and was enjoying Kevin, as were her dogs.

Meanwhile, at graduation I received a call from a man who had Norman (B-1).  This was the same man who had taken Norman (B-1) to the animal hospital the previous night.  It seemed he did not get to go inside, but got to spend the night in the fenced in yard.  Yes.  You guessed it.  He ran away again.  You might say this dog has “boundary issues” or maybe just “issues” to begin with.  By the time the people called me Norman was on the run again and picked up, interestingly enough, by the same person who found him first (the friend of a friend on Facebook).  It’s a small world.

So to recap:  Norman (B-1) – ran away from our house, ran away from first lady who found him, was found again by man and then found again by first lady.  Kevin (B-2) – needed to run away only once because he was treated so well and got to sleep in the bed.

With both dogs back safely we ordered collars with their names and our telephone number boldly printed on each one.  The dogs have gotten out since then, but thankfully not as much and for never as long as the afternoon, evening and morning of May 22 and 23, 2010.

The end

Whew!  That’s a long story to tell!

For another fun story about my dogs, click here.

seed saving

Seed saving kit

Seed saving kit

I would love to do this with Lucy.  She loves saving seeds from fruit and is always asking how things grow.  The kit is on backorder right now – everything I want is on backorder or not being made anymore.  They also have kits for growing a Butterfly Habitat, Vegetables, a Bird Habitat and Organic herbs.  Really neat product idea I originally saw in Whole Living magazine.  These little kits are great learning tools for all ages and could be made with a little of your own creativity and traveling to both a craft and garden store.  What’s more fun that taking your toddler to hardware?

Butterfly garden kit

Butterfly garden kit

I’m expanding our garden this year.  Let me know which of you have gardens and what you grow.  How does your garden grow?  I’m a little bit better with vegetables and herbs than I am with flowers.  Post me your pictures.  Happy gardening!

A Young Girl Reading

A Young Girl Reading

A Young Girl Reading or The Reader in French La Liseuse circa 1770

I have her on my mantle and I love everything about this painting.  I have loved this painting a long time.  When I was about to begin junior high school we took a tour of the school while in sixth grade.  The library was, of course, my favorite place and there she was prominently placed for all to see.  I fell in love and never kept trying to find out more about this painting.

A Young Girl Reading is an 18th century painting by Jean-Honoré Fragonard.  The painting is of an unidentified girl reading an unidentified book.  I have searched for the identity of the book and the girl and it is nowhere.  This perplexes me.  Fragonard painted many paintings of girls and it appears upon closer inspection (via x-ray) this canvas used to bear another person’s image, although that person’s identify is unknown, as well.  How frustrating.  You may want to look at these books as reference:

  1. Bailey, Colin B. (2003). The Age of Watteau, Chardin, and Fragonard: Masterpieces of French Genre PaintingYale University Press. pp. 286–287. ISBN 0-300-09946-0.
  2. Taft, W. Stanley (2000). The Science of PaintingsSpringer Press. pp. 79–80. ISBN 0-387-98722-3.
The painting was a part of the Melon Foundation’s collection until Andrew W. Melon’s daughter, Mrs. Mellon Bruce gave the painting as a gift to the National Gallery of Art in Washington, D.C. in memory of her father, Andrew W. Melton.

Some commentary on the painting states Fragonard painted each of the textures in the painting in a different brush stroke which left the viewer feeling a “busy”, not relaxed and absorbed feeling as the painting seems to portray.  I think that’s looking into it a bit much, but to each his own.  Perhaps busy could be associated with Fragonard’s works.  It is said by his friends he finished these paintings in no more than an hour!  His bold, energetic strokes were almost scratched on the surface of the canvas because he was working so quickly.

Using the wooden tip of a brush, Fragonard scratched her ruffed collar into the surface of the paint. This is the “swordplay of the brush” that Fragonard’s contemporaries described, not always with universal approval. The above quote courtesy of the National Gallery of Art.

How does this painting make you feel? What is your favorite painting and why?