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Friday, July 18, 2014

Use Your Words: July 2014

Hello, friends!
Today’s post is a writing challenge created by Karen @ Baking in A TornadoThis is how it works: 12 participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, but there's a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who received their words or in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.

At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featured in this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they were given and how they used them. 

My words/ phrases are: 
diabolically-challenged ~ angel ~ slap-happy ~ any form of dare (to dare, dared, daring, dares) ~ The Lollipop Guild ~ fetch (think Mean Girls, make it happen)

They were submitted by: http://www.crumpetsandbollocks.com  



I'm going with a newspaper article:

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Shellybean says... VOL XXV July, 2014
                     


Successful Sewing Shop To Close After 50 Years




Dan and Brenda Simpson have spent the last 50 years married and working together in a small corner shop on the second floor of 21st Street and Main.

The couple who opened The Lollipop Guild, a specialty-sewing store in 1964, permanently closed their doors last Sunday.

From the beginning, the pair have continuously worked on creating, designing, repairing and updating outfits for some of the world’s most prominent superheroes.

“People always assume that this amazing, active clothing automatically appears out of thin air.  It just doesn’t work that way. It needs to be made and made well. That’s what we did here.” says Dan. “We worked really hard for the men and women doing good things in the world.”

Teasing that the couple have forever been “diabolically challenged”, Brenda admits to dressing only superheroes. “Villains don’t even seem to care about the quality of their clothing. They’re simply too focused on their slap-happy plans to ruin the world. As far as we’re concerned, they can shop on Amazon.”
The Lollipop Guild customers take advantage of sale prices.

Customers coming in and out of the store during its final days were quick to rave about the wonderful service they’ve received over the years.

Keeping his anonymity, “B-Man” sang the praises of Brenda, who has always taken the time to finish his projects before the light of the moon. “Ever since my butler became ill, my eating habits have been less than healthy. Without complaining, Brenda accommodates my body and adjusts my utility belt as needed.”

Before leaving the shop, “B-Man” added in his famous raspy voice, “ I’m not saying these people invented Superhero ‘Underoos’... but I’m not NOT saying it either.”

Another customer, W.W., shakes her head upon news of the closing. “No one else takes the time to properly fit my body like this place. I spend a lot of time whipping around my lasso and twirling in-between clothing changes. ONLY the angels at the Lollipop Guild can make a sparkly, comfortable bustier/onesie that stays in place. All of that AND an invisible zipper!  I love invisible stuff. Even the teenage girls notice how “fetch” I look. Where am I going to find that kind of craftsmanship again?

S.M., the shop’s last customer, agrees with the others. “ It’s as hard to find a well- fitting garment these days as it is finding a telephone booth. Dan and Brenda always make sure my, ahem, under-suit is tight and right.”

“It was an amazing job.” Dan admits. “If someone would have told us that 10,000 yards of Spandex, a few vats of glitter, latex, and plastic molds would bring us this much happiness…well, I don’t know that we would have believed them.”

When asked what advice he’d give to future small business owners, Dan smiles lovingly at his wife and says, “Have as much fun as you can. Make all of the friends you can. Laugh everyday while making sure what you’re doing is adding to the good in the world. Do it with integrity. Love it. Love every minute of it. We dare you.”


After a short vacation to a favorite customer’s cave/mansion, the Simpson’s are off to spend the rest of their “quiet” years in a studio apartment in the heart of NYC.


Happy "Yes, I love Marvel Heroes too." day, friends!
-Michele




Check out the other participants in today's Use Your Words Challenge!


Baking in a Tornado                                
Spatulas on Parade                          
Stacy Sews and Schools                      
Sparkly Poetic Weirdo                              
Dates 2 Diapers 2                        
The Berghams's Life Chronicles                  
The Sadder But Wiser Girl                        
The Momisodes                                    
Someone Else's Genius                   
Follow Me Home                 
Crumpets and Bollocks             


Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Tardy Tuesday...

Holy Hannah, friends. Are any of you still out there?  I keep trying to figure out whether or not I'm ready to get back to the blogging world. I miss writing and have 100,000 things to talk about, I just haven't been able to get these dang hands on my keyboard.

I decided to jump back into the online water by posting some pics of that little wedding thing that went down in June. It went off without too many hitches...

I know, I know, the hitches are what MAKES a blog post, but I'm going to keep it simple for now. The days and weeks up until the event seem like a blur, as did the week after. Though we're getting back in the groove, not having my little girl down the hall still hurts as much as I thought it would. She's happy, so mama's happy. Hey, we all know what happens when mama's happy...

On to the photos. (If you're a FB friend of my daughter or the man, I apologize. She and extended family had these babies floating around immediately.) If you're a FB friend of mine, congrats. I just got back on after forever and three days. The pics aren't up there because I'm procrastinating at actual procrastination. I'm going to be working hard once again at becoming the social butterfly I once was. Okay. No, I'm not. I've always been more like the caterpillar halfway out of the cocoon. I hope that's okay with you as well.

Let's replay some of that "DAY" together.



This is what we looked like trying to keep our emotions in check. Neither of us could stop crying.


Weeks of planning and there were still broken buttons, crooked ties, and a SPANX emergency. Never let someone tell you that SPANX can't be too small. I may have rearranged some internal organs...


This is one of my favorite pics from the wedding day. I love the look on A.'s face knowing that she's finally going to put on the dress she's been dreaming of. Look at her face, friends. There's going to be some serious twirling in that dress.

Okay. She's in the dream dress. Half an hour before the ceremony, someone brings in pizza. I have SPANX on. Who can eat pizza at a time like this? Oh yeah, my daughter. No regrets, she says. I love this girl.

After all the preparations, we were organized, seated, and waiting for the procession. I swear to you. The picture above. THAT is what I was planning on seeing. Our little girl being carried down the aisle. Probably not spinning. She's much too young for that...

And then there was this. My heart couldn't stay in my chest. It was successfully lodged in my throat. It's probably best, as I wanted to cry the mama-cry. No one needed to see or hear that. I love this picture with my soul. (Thx to my sister-in-law, Nicole, for capturing the moment.)

The ceremony was lovely. It was filled with the things the couple loved. The bride and groom were surrounded with all of the people that love them. (Thx to my father-in-law, John, for the picture.)

Here are the five friends A. chose to stand up for/with her.

After the ceremony, the whole bridal party danced their way off into the sunset. Actually, it was into the dining hall. I love this picture for many reasons. A. looks beautiful, Mr. S. looks happy, and my youngest, J., was breaking down over the permanency of losing his sister. It was heart wrenching to see. This reaction, however, had no effect on the boy's ability to moon walk backward down the aisle.

Here's my little man showing the ladies all that he's got.

Here's the teenager who was grown enough to give the whole day to his big sister.

This is what happens when you realize the wedding was ending and nobody got punched.

This is what exhaustion/sadness/happiness/pride/numbness and "let's-take-in-every-ounce-of-what-happened-here-today" looks like.


Thanks for taking a peek at what was a game changer for us. It was a whirlwind.. All of it. Seeing our new son-in-law look at our daughter and watching their friends laugh and dance with them gave us peace. All we needed at this time, was exactly what we got. 


Have a wonderful Tuesday, friends :)
-Michele


Friday, April 18, 2014

Fly On The Wall- April 2014

Hey there!  Welcome to the April Fly on the Wall Group Challenge. This month, 11 awesome bloggers and I are describing what it would be like if you were to take a peek inside our homes....


Have a "look" around mine, and then go visit the other blogger's pages. There's always something fun, sentimental, or better yet, embarrassing going on. It's like your house, only we're admitting to the craziness. You have our permission. Buzz on over!

Cast:
The man
A., the eldest (daughter, 20)
C., The middle (son, 16)
J., The youngest (son, 9)
Henry and Lila- The dogs

Goodbye Fly?
I'm taking a few months off from the challenges so I can get my daughter hitched. My future son-in-law is graduating from college next week, and A. is about a year behind. Between semesters, they're getting married. (Can you say 'multi-tasking'?) We're trying to make the transition as smooth as possible. By "we", I mean everyone else. I am spending my days crying and rocking in the fetal position. Letting go is hard, friends.

Since things are all wedding/all the time, I'm devoting this month's fly to how our family is coping with all the changes 'round here.

The dogs:
How do you feel about A. leaving?
Lila: I'm devastated. She gives me all of her meat (under the table) from dinner.
Henry: Yeah. She always high-fives me when I poop in the boys' room. I'm not letting her go!




The youngest:
What will you miss/not miss about your sister?
J: I will miss how A. moves the stuff in her car to make room for me.
J: I won't miss how she keeps stealing my orange toothpaste. I'm also happy that I will get her room.

A. lives out of her car. Like a hobo. A hobo with a car.

The middle child:
What will you miss/not miss about A's leaving?
C: I won't miss her losing my coffee mugs in her car anymore. Or stealing my socks. I also won't miss how she jumps into bed and then wakes me up to turn off her light. I am excited to be getting her room when she leaves.
C. I will miss our talks, playing badminton and how we both understand the value of an old video game. "Ty the Tasmanian Tiger" and "Simpson's Hit and Run" on the original X-box. 

Late night video games, conversations and unwanted, but needed advice.

The Man:
M: Well, I'm happy that I'll be able to crunch chips and eat cereal without driving her nuts. I won't miss being afraid to look into her bathroom. Jeesh, have you seen her car? I'll probably be cleaning up her room to make space for an office...
M. I will miss how sensitive she is about the world. I'll definitely miss that sense of humor; and how she makes you laugh out loud. I'll miss having our whole family under one roof...



The eldest, herself:

A. I won't miss being grilled on the day before a Fly on the Wall post is due. I won't miss hearing the dishes clank around on Saturday mornings. I know you're cleaning out the dishwasher and that I should be helping...but it's SATURDAY! I won't miss the sound of LEGOs being sorted through early in the morning. I won't miss hearing the clarinet at 3 a.m.! I won't miss using any of the bathrooms a boy/man just used. (Welcome to marriage!)

A. I will miss: teasing my brothers about ANYTHING. I'll miss the dogs. I'll miss coming home and smelling what's for dinner. I'll miss using your endless amount of school supplies, coffee and "popcorn meals". I'll miss that whenever I tell you someone hurt me, you threaten to find them and the mother they came from." I'll miss the ice machine. I'll miss our long talks and being able to run to dad and have him automatically diagnose my electronic problems. I'll also miss that silly muppet face dad makes when he's surprising us or making you laugh. I'll miss falling asleep knowing I'm safe and loved. Ugh. I'm going to miss having my own room...
 

Me:

I won't miss reminding A. to pick up her shoes/backpack/phone/bedroom/bathroom/car. I may not miss when she says , "Is this REAL?" every time someone is annoying her.

I will miss everything else. The scales of estrogen will change when she leaves and I will be the lone girl. BTW, I hope you don't mind, but I am making plans for that bedroom of yours...

This will make a great craft room!


I will miss hearing the infectious laugh, the sarcasm, the humor and the general caring about how everyone else feels. I'll miss that I'm the first one A. sees after school and that she still feels comfortable sharing her day with me. I'll miss the camaraderie we share in awkward situations. I'll miss sending her to McDonalds. I'll miss the smell of her hair spray or the obnoxious fumes of her nail polish. I'll miss how we understand that if someone tickles us, we will kill them.

She's the grown-up. I don't want to cut the apron strings. I don't want to share. Will her new husband know that she can't take too much Tylenol? Will he remember that she doesn't like to wear socks to bed, but that she HAS to have her feet covered with blankets? If she uses the wrong detergent, she'll break out? Will he sit on the floor with her knowing that the rug is where she loves to eat her cereal?
Does he know the words to, "I'll love you forever?" Does he know that she has said those words to me when I was feeling sad?

I hope so.
I love you and will miss you everyday that you don't come for dinner, A. 
Forever.







Thanks once again for stopping by, and to the Fly's AMAZING creator, Karen @ Baking In a Tornado, aka "The Blogging Original", for hosting this challenge! Would you like to join in the next FLY challenge? Click on the FLY button on my side bar. Karen will more than take care of you.
Take a look at what the other bloggers have going on inside their homes. Go on! Leave them a comment. You know you want to...

Baking in a Tornado                          
The Rowdy Baker                                  
Just a Little Nutty                                
The Momisodes                                          
Spatulas on Parade                          
The Sadder but Wiser Girl                                   
Follow Me Home                          
Stacy Sews and Schools                 
Someone Else's Genius                            
Impoverished Vegan                                
Juicebox Confession                             
Go Mama O                                         


Happy Friday, my friends :)


-Michele
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