geogems

cybersale

2011-11-28T19:53:00.000-08:00

Life is so good you can sit at your computer and check out: www.MoonlightJourney.com

It's a huge cyber sale...don't miss out.

2011-11-16T20:23:00.000-08:00

The Moonlight Journey website link

Design Team "Moonlight Journey"

2011-11-09T18:58:00.000-08:00

I am excited---and delighted---to be selected as a "design team" member for "Moonlight Journey". They are a top notch company that supplies collage sheets and designs for artists. They are fresh and beautiful. Check them out and now---to do some art for them. Hang with me. I think you will love them too.

art---not for the timid

2011-11-04T16:13:00.000-07:00

I think most people know that I belong to a group of four women who create art---usually at my house. We have worked on some amazing projects---some I would never have tried on my own. That is the point---to stretch ourselves. This piece is a canvas "bird house" made with twigs and wires and some split threads for the resting bird's nest.

The other is a clay tile box lid, done in L. Mika style. It is a piece honoring my Mom. There are hand made tiles formed, painted and baked---resting around a picture of my Mom and two of her friends. A lot of love went into this piece.

This last posting is actually Debi's I believe. It is a mandala which is a piece of art made of mostly paper, and "gold leaf". Our friend, Sally, showed us this technique. She said she wasn't a teacher, but she directed probably eight of us (that day) to make a beautiful rendering. I have such a time locating my different photos, but I have promised myself to start posting some of what I am doing. Till next time...Geo

Stormy Weather

2011-11-04T15:54:00.000-07:00

It is an unusual rainy day in San Diego. The wind is blowing and it is what we call cold and a good day to snuggle in with a good book. The problem is the weather has played havoc with Carlsbad High School's traditional parade for their homecoming. When asked---very few people could not remember when it has ever RAINED ON THEIR PARADE. The thing is, at the game tonight there is always so much planned for the band, cheerleaders, Lancer Dancers, Flag Corp and presentation of the court. I am not certain what will transpire for sure. I do know that in Michigan (my home town) a little rain was a blessing---especially at this time of year. We would most likely encounter hail, coming down sideways, snow, slush, and winds that really ARE something to talk about. Rain is considered almost a "warm weather" activity. Especially in Lansing, MI. where I have heard they have the least sun of any place---in MI that is. Back to Homecoming at CHS. So many people have worked so hard with floats, practices, etc. etc. What a disappointment---but, like most relaxed Californians, we'll survive, and look to "bright side of life" That is--- the important day---the homecoming dance. I have heard rumors that not a lot of kids go to the dances. I hope that is just a rumor---cause dances are so much a part of high school. Don't lose faith, Lancers, in the words of Annie---"THE SUN WILL COME OUT TOMORROW. Have fun---be safe---the roads are slippery---

Birthdays and Anniversarys

2011-10-16T15:29:00.000-07:00

What a weekend this has been. As we approached the weekend I was reminded daily that my Mom's anniversary of one year since she died was approaching. In so many ways it has seemed longer since I had the gift of returning to MI to care for her in her last days. When I feel sad I remember she IS where WE all hope to be...her tears have been washed away and turned into laughter. We are the ones who still miss her ways and support and work when anyone moved or had a rummage sale since her passing. I still hear from people who have been touched by some act of kindness from her. So as the day approached...I remember it is Jack's 13Th birthday on that same day. She had a special relationship with Jack. The Gibson's is where they usually stayed when they came to CA. She loved seeming to help--especially Jack, as he was usually the only one home in that busy household. One of the ways they would pass time is a card game mom taught Jack called GOLF. Don't ask me how to play---she never showed me. She also liked to get him in the habit of doing his homework right away after school so if he "hurried and got everything done"after dinner they could watch "Jeopardy". I say watch because to a normal person's hearing the words are all jumbled because the volume is so high. Jack always respected and "played along"---even though he had other things to do, he would often times delay them, as he knew Gram ma wanted him to play cards or something. Jack is our "gentle spirit". He is the one that seems in tune with someone perhaps having a "bad" day. He would be the one to come up to you---unnoticed (he hoped) to hug you and encourage you. Often times he has said to me, "...Gram ma, we haven't had much time together. Maybe we could do something soon." I am getting off track---back to Mom...

As Jack's birthday approached last year we knew Mom was dying. We also knew that she would deny being superstitious---but she would NEVER DIE ON THE THIRTEENTH! Heck, when we would book her flights OUT HERE TO CA, we not only had to watch the layovers, the times, the seat assignments---we knew Mom would NEVER FLY ON THE THIRTEENTH and certainly NEVER BE SEATED IN THE THIRTEENTH SEAT--- IN THE THIRTEENTH ROW! And so---you guessed it---Mom died on the 14Th of October, at 9:15 am. Oh, that's another thing---we knew she wouldn't die at night---she was always afraid of the dark!!! And so dear Jack----you have the HONOR of Granny T dying on your birthday...and you know, it's o.k. cause Jack always was so kind to Granny. We all know she is smiling down on us---but especially the "birthday boy". We love you Mom!

2011-09-28T18:21:00.000-07:00

O.K.---quick post---I have mastered getting photos---just can't flip them, or get rid of when I duplicate. Have to wait till one of the little kids come over. Have a great week.

FELTING

2011-09-28T18:01:00.000-07:00

One of my artist friends wanted to do some "felting". She felt (excuse the pun) she had all the stuff but wasn't certain how to use it. Anything to gather and share. It was almost embarrassing how simple the process is. You can use "roving" (which she had an excess) or boughten felt or old wool pieces or yarns and other embellishments or anything you wish to "put yarn or a design on". We began quite simply---see photo---but quickly graduated to silk scarfs and anything we could get our hands on. Back to the process. A very sharp barbed needle is used to breakdown yarns to insert them into another item---be it clothing, decor, or whatever you wish. The action of your wrist to "break up the yarns" in an up and down motion is what can be dangerous. I work pretty fast and since I have a tool, with three or four needles, I can pounce down quickly and even hold a conversation. Once or twice you pounce on your fingers---never to be forgotten.

ART

2011-09-28T17:19:00.000-07:00

I have been busy. How can that be---retired, no kids home, and as a matter of fact, I loaned out my car which has "grounded" me to home. I marvel at how quickly the time can pass when I just stay at home. My hours are filled with "projects". Be it art, cleaning my "art room", trying to think of my next class to teach and which "art" should I work on. I am fortunate enough to have many talented artists as friends and we try to gather when we can. On Tuesday there are four of us who stretch ourselves to try new methods and mediums. Keith has been so very generous in accepting the "group" and often times runs out to get our lunch at a wonderful deli. Anyway---here are some of the things I have been working---rather---playing with.

Class Reunions

2011-08-12T13:14:00.000-07:00

I had to decline my 5oth high school reunion. I know you're all thinking---that can't be so--trust me, it is so. Living in CA and the costs of travel and other commitments we had to say no. (Keith's reunion was the same weekend) I so wish I could be a "fly on the wall".

It seems like yesterday we celebrated our 25Th. So much had went into the prep. I was living in Lansing at the time---and trying to figure out if I started my diet in June would I "make it" by the date of the reunion. It was at "Boyne Apple Mountain" and I recall climbing a hill with "classmates" to have our picture taken. I tried to be cool in heels that were sticking into the soft earth and praying silently I didn't fall down. The days of having people laugh were not pressuring me anymore. I do recall in school, Miss Penty (English teacher at St. Andrew's"), telling me she saw nothing funny about me. I had stood up in front of class to give a required speech. For some reason---honest, I do not know, the class laughed at me and she promptly sent me back to my seat. I acted cool and nonchalant about it---but I was dying. Not giving the speech was going to cost me. There are many stories---and they play back in my mind when these reunions roll around. But back to the 25Th. Everyone was cheerful and huggy and proclaiming, "...you look the same," but quietly rejoicing they had their senior picture pinned on them. I also recall paying more for my bra than I did for my dress. (this day and age, I just pray I can keep a bra on for the length of time I need to.)

Keith and I moved west in 1990, but I do remember seeing a classmate, Dick Taylor, at a GM Christmas party. Our eyes had caught each other and I was itching for the speaker to be done so I could see him. He was always in my homeroom and I would consider him a good friend. He always smelled good, wearing "Old Spice", and I remember once in school he and a Zilwaukee buddie told me that they had a 400 bowling game over the weekend. I wanted to appear I knew sports :) so I fussed how great they were. Finally they blew my knowledge of the game, by saying, "...a perfect game can only be 300" than they laughed. Seems I was always making people laugh...but back to GM. The speech had ended and I started out to meet with Dick, gave him a big hug and began talking about families etc. As he was speaking I noted something beige around my waist. That was a riddle since I had a "holiday" dark, skirt on. I looked down and to my horror, my pretty holiday skirt was nearly on the floor. Seems the tiny hook and eye didn't hold. I did the only thing I could, bent down, picked up my skirt and re-fastened it. As I did, Dick said, "Georgia, you 'll never change." you know---maybe he's right. I MAKE PEOPLE LAUGH---but just saying, "all happiness isn't measured by smiles".

'61 will never die...please raise a glass to me---and see you at our 60th!!!!!

Fathers Day - June 19, 2011

2011-06-19T20:09:00.000-07:00

What a special day---Father's Day---a day when dad sits and holds court, while his adoring children crown him with many gifts...and compliments. Often times there is a meal in the "mix". We had a breakfast---eggs to order; bacon, crisp; cheesy potatoes; fruit; orange juice; toast...Usually we reminisce a bit---mostly light "digs" at dad; or times dad rescued us. One thing for certain---"...these are little scraps of magic & when you paste them together you get a memory of something fine & strong. Sometimes it takes till you're a lot older to see it though" Gratefully, we have seen how "dad" is perfect---for these three beautiful kids, who do him proud. Happy Fathers Day, Poppa, you deserve it!!!!

PROM

2011-05-20T13:34:00.000-07:00

May---a month of dance recitals, upcoming graduation, letters of college acceptances, try-outs, and

PROM

Our first granddaughter went to her junior prom last week. How can that be???? Her "Poppa" and her "soul mate" went to record the event. We saw a most beautiful girl in her flowing gray/silver dress, with sequins at the top. Her blond, long hair was off to the side with something threaded through the hair to accent it. She proudly lifted her hem and showed some "slave/gladiator" silver shoes---you know---the strap ones with higher heels than her high chair just a short time ago. It reminded me of the time she so proudly held up her ballet shoes. Shortly thereafter she held up her tap shoes with her invite to dance in competition. With any pair of shoes she dances trough life, enjoying every moment. ( She had worked very hard on the prom for the outgoing seniors---knowing full well---next year was her senior year.) As I hugged her goodbye, I told her, "...granny T put a dime in the hem of my prom dress to call home if we needed to for any reason, they would come get us." She smiled at me, and looked some befuddled----and said---"...why did you get a dime?"

Oh, her date Matthew, was handsome in his tuxedo, and as they drove off---I said,"...call on your I phone if you need anything and oh yeah, thanks for the pictures of the place. They came over so clearly. Have fun "Abba Zappa"---senior year is right around the corner!i

Masters---no fun for the Mrs.

2011-04-09T16:27:00.000-07:00

Saturday, with a million things to do, I find myself sitting and watching the "Masters" with Keith. It started with, "maybe we'll see John". (where he has been sited in the past, usually at the 16Th hole.) He is there on one of his "programs", but no luck. Then I am totally drawn in by the two "young guns" that are leading. While Keith is watching technique---I am wanting to know specifics about them. Where are they from? How old?? I bet he hates his curly hair? Where's Tiger? Ohhhh, I bet he's mad. And what about Phil??? I hope his wife and mom are better. The announcer says "Se vie" was too ill to come from Spain. What's wrong with him? "Young Guns"???? Our youngest, Matthew, is twice their age. I tried golf. Took lessons with a female "pro" from who I learned at least some of the "terms". Then I decided to impress my son in law, John---who is a GREAT, "crossover" golfer, with many talents. I acted like I wanted him to teach me golf. We got the gear---of course I had golf clothes...and headed to the course. I took out a "driver" and placed my ball on the tee, positioned my hands---and looked at john. I asked him, "which way should I swing?" He looked at me with disbelief, threw his head back and laughed that wonderful laugh he has and told me, "Georgia, you're too afraid of getting your pumps dirty to golf. Short lived career where I pictured myself a "Nancy Lopez on tour. It was HOT on the course and I thought a moment and said---"you're Right John. I'm too young to golf." Now, WHAT DID YOU AND GEOFFREY DO WITH THE ANTIQUE CLUBS I HAD IN MY GARAGE????

youth

2011-04-07T15:52:00.000-07:00

Most of my grand kids are on spring break. (you know, that one to two week break to try and "break" parents) I try to do a "one on one" visit, with them when schedules allow. Katie, (the one in brown) graced me with her presence... (providing it was lunch at the soup plantation). We talked a lot about the awards the "Lancer's" took at competition; how fun the recent "show" was at CB HS; and how she has to hit the books because some teachers don't believe in breaks. I think my grand kids are the most responsible, brilliant, cutest etc. I found out that the triplets pictured here---fall under that same description!!! I asked them what they were doing for "spring break", expecting to hear Florida, Hawaii and other such vacation sites. Instead---they are headed to Central America with their physician mom, to help the "natives". Mom will be doing some volunteer surgery and the "kids" are doing whatever is needed. When I look a this small group of "kids" (actually they share the same birth date with Kate) I swell with pride. They were born into a mess of problems and yet they maintain a sense of joy and optimism and service to others.With this example of kids---we have nothing to worry about in our future. We haven't even begun to consider the GREAT KIDS at Vista HS, where my other grand daughter goes.

prayer

2011-04-07T15:34:00.000-07:00

I'm afraid this blog is becoming much like prayer---in a busy life. You have all the good intentions, even saying you are going to converse with God when you don't really need anything. Getting real spiritual, you want to thank Him for all the blessings and joy in a life that is filled with riches. unfortunately, time happens and you utter one liners during the day---but not enough. If any relationship consisted of "one liners", before long---there would be NO RELATION. It's a good thing my God is patient and ready to "talk" when I am---in the meantime---He just keeps me in His care.

---EXCESSIVE CELEBRATING---

2011-02-07T13:57:00.000-08:00

I have been away from this blog for awhile...guess reluctant to finish the "story" about mom. In the mean time...SUPER BOWL!!! Gosh, it is nearly a national holiday. We settled in with more snacks than we could ever eat...furniture changed around to accommodate the guests...and a bet---(larger than $1) made with Keith. I went with the "underdogs", (even though Mom was born in Pittsburgh) for $25. My choice of teams was purely emotional---I DID think it was time for the trophy to return to WI---(after all it was called Lombardi.)---and I thought WI had the cuter quarterback. They certainly came out fighting. It was one of the first few plays---a touchdown for Greenbay---and what do you think---a flag was thrown. EXCESSIVE CELEBRATING was the call for FIFTEEN YARDS!!!! I was mad---it seemed so harsh for some guy knelling down, all by himself, in the end zone. Consider this---football has all these overgrown, overpaid, well padded "boys". The whole intent of the game is to gain access to a football---that someone else has. Some players get overzealous and grasp a "face mask" or hit late or a thousand and one plays worthy of a penalty. The game itself is set up to hit, tackle, push the ball out and "jam pile" if the ball comes loose. So answer me why a fifteen yard penalty for ONE GUY---not hitting or hurting (at least physically) any one else. Just him---all alone---end zone---kneeling???!!!!!

Christmas Food Court Flash Mob, Hallelujah Chorus - Must See!

2010-12-10T10:07:00.000-08:00

what a treat...lunch and entertainment!!!!

take life slowly---one step at a time

2010-11-10T15:33:00.000-08:00

"THE JOURNEY" has to pause a bit and do this thing called life. I will be back with mom's trip to her next life.

I remember as a nurse occasionally working with my mom at Dr. Nelson's office. (my mom was a nurse also). We would drive to her house for our lunch break and she would do more in that one hour, than I did most days. She would have her laundry to "hang out" and a quick look at her "soap"; dinner started; and time to go back and work another six hours. I always marveled at how fast she did things. Myself on the other hand loved the challenge of waiting till the last minute to finish a project. Kid's communion dresses were still being hemmed on the day; paperswhile in school took all day of the day they were due etc.; I think you get the picture.

I have engaged on an art project that is from a magazine called, "...image to the soul". It is probably an art piece I would not have been too keen on making, but some friends and myself have been meeting and stretching ourselves on projects to try. This one is dedicated to my mom and I have really gotten into it...almost a must do project---but with enjoyment.

I was putting several goats of paint onto a canvas---trying to hurry as I have the kids coming tonight for dinner and a movie night---and I was wanting to quickly wipe the new paint off. I hurried from the outside---distracted---and the next thing I knew I was on the floor---following a rather large crash. ( Why is it the first thing you do when you fall is look---to see if anyone saw you??!) I had tripped over a storage bin (that I left out) and pulled a chair down with me. I injured both legs and my left arm and of course, my dignity. Keith came rushing to see what had happened...and the rest as they say, is history. I anticipate some soreness, but for now I am just grateful that no one else was here. Go figure---as I write this on my blog for the world to see???? It is a little more light hearted than the previous posting. I WILL BE BACK.

journey of life

2010-10-27T21:30:00.000-07:00

When I would try to figure out if I should go to see my dying mom my daughter Tracy used to say, "Mom, you'll know when it's time." October 5Th was time---and I KNEW IT.

Mom had been falling; not eating; and was hospitalized after several visits to Er's. When I called my sister and told her I was coming, she did not try to talk me out of it as she had in the past. I KNEW IT WAS TIME.

I packed, not knowing how long I would be in Michigan. Keith came with me as I had not been on an airplane since my very unpleasant Hawaii trip---but that's another story. We left out of John Wayne Airport... tickets some cheaper and not that far to get to. Our flight was uneventful and we arrived in Detroit Metro without incident. We rent a car and are off for the two hour trip to Saginaw.

Did I mention it was our 47Th wedding anniversary??? We looked for a place to eat as the airlines do not serve anything. We were dog tired and hungry. We saw a sign for "CHILI DOGS", Keith's favorite food of all kinds. I suggest we go there and his face lit up like it did the Christmas I told him he didn't have to come shopping with me. We enjoyed a hot dog and some onion rings. Well---not exactly enjoyed but we had eaten in worse "joints" than that in our 47 years. We got back on the road as soon as we could.

We finally get to my sister's house. We enter and find that the living room has been converted to a mini apartment for mom. A hospital bed sits at an angle in the room, where it appears she would be able to see outside if she desired. There are two lounge chairs, one dad's and one is mom's. A nice size TV, but the big surprise is Mary had taken down her pictures and replaced them with the pictures mom had on the apartment walls. One is a very dated picture of me and my three sisters. Did I say outdated? Then there are pictures of mom and dad when they were married in 1955; one of dad in the service; a picture of dad's mom and one of mom's mother. A couple of frames with dad's medals in them and finished off with a "sick call crucifix." For those who don't know, that is a cross that was used when the priest came to the home to bless the dying person. It has two candles in it, which has a fitting place and should be lit. There is also a small bottle with holy water, that the priest uses to bless the patient. In the old days this call to the priest was when a person was definitely going to die. The priest would enter the house where he was met with the lit candles and led to the sick person's bed. This was called "Extreme Unction". Since Vatican ll, it is called "sacrament of the sick" and is often done while the patient is ambulatory and doing something as simple as a surgery for which he or she wants to be blessed.

I walk to mom's bed and she looks as though she is sleeping. I get a full report from my sister on how she was doing. It seems her first night, last night, she was more than a little upset that dad was not in bed with her or vice versa. She insisted that he come and get her to go into his bed. It took several times to tell her that dad needed his rest and that there was not room for her in the twin bed he was using. Mary says, pray there is no repeat, as she could hardly get her to settle. Let's see how good the "pediatric nurse" is with the geriatric patient. And so our journey begins.................

Life goes on...

2010-09-20T12:25:00.000-07:00

Everything has happened and nothing has happened. I haven't been on my blog since I wrote about my mom. It is always amazing to me that everyday things occur, even when you are hurting. I realize that sounds naive, it just is----amazing.

As a Christian, I believe that this life is temporary. To put into "Baltimore Catechism" terms,"...we are on this earth to know, love and serve God and to be forever with Him in Heaven." Well, you get the meaning. Because of the "sin" of Adam and Eve", (that's a whole different story), we have sin and suffering. I guess that's why,( coming into this world, "birth canal", come on), and going out is so painful. Remove all sentiments and feelings, death is a good thing. Actually a very good thing since our "after life" is so long, eternity? In Sr. Cunnagunda's words,"...if you take ONE grain of sand" and something, something (hey, I wasn't listening) This is getting way too philosophical anyway. Life does go on.

September 11 anniversary came and went. The terror was remembered, but not in the way we experienced it on that dreadful day. The "little boys" had soccer and football games---lost one and won one, and life went on. The teen girls had games, homework, dance, and life went on. I had a class to teach, art play, and meals to fix and life went on. Keith had work with John, growth group meetings, attendance at above activities, and life went on.

My mom is still dying, my dad is still trying to help mom, and Mary Ellen goes there daily to help in all ways she can. We talk, every day and until I get the inevitable phone call to come, life goes on.

heartache

2010-08-11T15:32:00.001-07:00

I'm not so old that I do not remember what a "broken heart" is. It is the crushes that go wrong when you first start noticing the boys. The high school sweetheart, for some at least, who "breaks your heart..." Well, I think you get the drift.

My Mom lives in Michigan, where we were raised and where we raised our families before moving west. We saw my parent's at least yearly, for a winter visit. Two years ago, Mom says that they won't be coming this year "...cuz we/re just getting too old". I haven't been able to travel because of some health issues, so I have not seen my parents in a long time. The phone kept us somewhat in touch...and time passes.

2010 my mom is diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. (She has out lived all of her family at 85 years of age. ) And what a sentence. This disease is often called one in which the family suffers, as the "patient" is more and more unaware of their surroundings. When mom called me Fern I wasn't that upset, tho' I did remember Fern is the sister she did not get along with. At that time there were so many lucid moments that a few not knowing who or where was forgivable.

Today I learned from my sister/saint Mary that there is a possibility of calling "hospice" in if she doesn't start eating. Now, we all know what "hospice" means. (sort of like calling the priest for Extreme Unction in the old days) You always wanted to wait to be certain the person was REALLY going to die. Mom mostly sleeps now and occasionally knows Mary. I am 2000 miles away and am trying to somehow digest all of this and wonder what and if I should go.

Anyone who knows me well, knows that my mom and me had a somewhat violable relationship. I am not sure why but we both had to be right and wanted all of the people around us to take our side. When I would realize how silly this was---I would write notes, (especially when I was younger) to tell her how sorry I was. This is maybe that note to her.

Mom,

I am so sorry to be so far away. I wish I could be more of a help, especially for Mary. I wish I could sit at your feet and you would stroke my hair and tell me how much you love me. Instead I am stuck on a rewind in my head of EVERY DISAGREEMENT we have ever had. In that respect, I am almost grateful that you are unaware of your memories. Pleas take a somewhat recent one where we were at Traverse City and you and I went back to the cottage together. I don't recall our conversation but I do recall laughing and being happy that I was with you. I have tried to hold that memory in these days of hearing your struggle.

I have always believed that God knew who our parents were...and so, no matter any disagreements in life, You were the MOM He gave me. Thanks for all you have done---and even for what you have NOT DONE. Somehow in that mixed up mind PLEASE know that I love you and I pray for a peaceful departing of this step of your journey into the next. Oh, and mom, all your tears will be washed away into laughter and you can run to your Mom's arms.

risk taker-------------not in art

2010-08-07T15:39:00.000-07:00

What a week this has been. My sleep is still messed up, so...................I got on the computer at an odd hour,and it brought me courage to share some of my paintings. You would think with these sleep habits gone astray I would DO some painting, but I sent odd ones already done, hanging in the house. I started with my favorite...Isiah 49. I painted this in acrylic when I was in a bad time in my life. Well, comparatively speaking, not THAT bad, but it has become one of my favorites. I rarely work in acrylics, except in collage work, so it is probably the only one I will do. It was done first in dark colors and it looked like a hand coming out of hell. I redid it in softer colors and we can sleep at night with it in our room. I'm getting off track...

I am not even sure how I stumbled onto this site: www.paintingsilove.com (artist, Geo) I timidly offered this painting to the site. Imagine my proud moment when I checked in the morning, and another artist had critiqued my work! It was a simple one liner---but oh it was beautiful!!!!!! Bonus that she was from the UK, where some of the oldest art comes from.

Well-----------------I thought if THAT was OK, then I would send some others. What an absolute blast to be on a site with so many gifted artists, with all kinds of mediums. I'm afraid it has really created a monster! But wait---maybe I'll paint that "feeling"!!!!!!

Hugs,

Geo

Notebooks, markers, crayons...

2010-07-25T18:05:00.000-07:00

Wow, I just wrote about the kids out of school, and already...when I was in Walmart, they had all of their school supplies out. I LOVE THIS TIME OF YEAR---might I say---KEITH HATES THIS TIME OF YEAR. He is certain that I had NO school supplies when I was young. Compared to the stuff out there now----I DIDN'T. I love picking out new pens and markers and folders. The composition books are so cheap, I need a dozen. (you never know when you might want to alter it for a journal) Oh, those zippered bags, have to have one in each color, and erasers, four different kinds , colored pencils---have to be water soluble---I could go on and on---------------------but-------------------------------I have to get over to Chico's to get my school clothes!!!

tooth fairy

2010-07-25T17:51:00.000-07:00

Does the tooth fairy come to old people? Seems I had a tooth decay beneath the crown which had to be extracted. A couple of injections---twist and shout (me) and the tooth is out. Why did I not find any money under my pillow??? Instead I handed the money out to the "specialist"----$300.00. I feel he should have only charged half that price as it was very loose by the time I got to him. So he sewed a couple of stitches---.

Why do kids hang onto this magical belief the longest??? I think I get it---it has to do with money!!!!

Past and future

2010-05-22T18:11:00.000-07:00

Time for the closing activities for school. Band concerts; choral groups; sports banquets; cheer and pom try-outs and banquets; Lancer dancers and Excalibur tryouts---well you get the picture. I was wanting to do something for Abigail and Kate to celebrate. Abs tried out and made Varsity cheer at Vista High School; Kate made Lancer Dancer at Carlsbad High School. As you can see I decided to make photo holders with their school colors. It wasn't till I wrote thier year of graduation down that I realized Abigail is in the race for graduation (junior) and Kate right behind her (sophomore). In a cliche---where has the time gone???? I know exactly what I was doing as I awaited the BIRTH of each of the girls. The joy was shared (I think) by my co workers at CIGNA peds in Chandler, AZ. So much has changed since then. I now live in Oceanside (NEVER liked the heat) and I am able to attend all these activities, without taking a SW flight. I can help when they need to "borrow" something for their plays; I can go to the boys (they weren't even a thought then) soccer games. But wait, I'm getting off track. As I look at both girls, of course they reflect their beautiful moms, but they also have developed into their own selves. Each of them have a poise beyond their age and a look so fresh and young...They have come a long way from family "shows" in the dining room, but every once in awhile I see them wanting to return where life was simpler. They accomplish this by watching "Pocahontas" together, holding hands and YES, Abbi still cries when Captain Smith leaves. Ahhh, the good old days. 2012 and 2013 USED TO sound futuristic. Not any more!!!

Janey Cutler - Britain's Got Talent 2010 - Auditions Week 4

2010-05-17T16:56:00.000-07:00

I am certain America has talent...but why is it that Gr. Britain has the talent we all admire and want to be??? I have thought about that and I wonder if it is because we in the states are so all consumed with appearances, and therefore would never take the chance of "making a fool of our self" unless we were a size six, gorgeous hair style, and "drop dead outfit" on. Maybe it is time to let go of some of that nonsense and appreciate who we are...where we are (in age that is)

journal class

2010-04-14T21:50:00.000-07:00

I love a class that I do that is fashioned after women in our lives. The "cut outs" unfold and the first page is my great grandmother. The second is my mom; the third is me and my three sisters; and the last is my family; husband and three kids as well as in laws. I love doing it and think you will enjoy seeing it. Let me know if you are interested. xo geo

Elvis and altered books

2010-04-14T11:43:00.000-07:00

Our altered art group has decided to do books again. Each of us, (seven) have chosen a book and a theme and passed it to the first person. The book I received had "temptation" as it's theme. My mind went immediately to my Catholic education (elementary, high school and nursing school) where the nuns very strongly helped us to avoid all temptations. Be it clothes, movies, music, talk etc. Sr. Cunnugunda (yes, that IS her name) decided that Elvis was straight from the devil and put a call out to the entire eighth grade class, minus Janie and myself. She advised all of them NOT to go to the local theater to see Elvis that weekend or they would go straight to a HOT, BIG THEATER called hell. Of course Jane and myself went to see "Love Me Tender" where we learned about the phone call. We were aghast (what DOES that mean) that we had NOT gotten a phone call and decided if we were ALL there...what could she possibly do to us??? Well, somewhere between the phone call and "Stand---those who went to see Elvis..." our classmates lost their nerve. Of course Jane and I stood proud---just the two of us. Well we found out quickly what she could do to us---she told us to go put our boots on and clean the girls bathroom that the toilets had overflowed.

You know as nasty as that sounds I LOVED MY EIGHTH GRADE CLASS. I am still friends with Janie, and I have great stories to tell my unbelieving grand kids---and best of all---great material for "altered books". Can't wait for the next exchange tomorrow.

blogging---not for the weak

2010-03-31T14:02:00.000-07:00

Last week I had a few minutes so I began surfing to some other sites. As I started out, I felt so proud to be in this rather elite group called "bloggers". Oh, I know, it's open to whoever wants another job to do...but there is a certain type of person who actually do blog. With a lot of help from my friends, in particular, Jackie B., I had a blog. It had a banner, a way to upload pictures, lots of ideas from my art work as well as family and I was good to go. Well, pride goeth before a fall....

As I continued my journey to other blogs I was struck immediately by the beauty of other blogs. Certainly their sense of design is befitting artists. That's not to mention the music that begins playing. If you don't like that song you can select another. Actually, I think you can download some of their songs to that thing everyone carries with head phones---especially when they exercise. Off to one side is a video showing all sorts of things. Maybe a recent trip to Europe to study art under the "masters". A new baby someone had on their way to teaching a workshop (they cancelled for the day but were there the next day). "How to" instructional video of theirs about how to make your own pottery. And any other thing under the sun.

Oh.........and the colors..........and the fonts...........anyway, in one short journey I was cut down to realizing I had miles to go. I am so for lacking in the technical aspects of all this that I marvel at people who seem to have both---R and L sides of their brains working. The only consolation in all this is---I know more than my mom----but then she is 86 and has no computer.

health care---did we need it???

2010-03-22T12:26:00.000-07:00

I guess history was made yesterday when a national health care package was passed by a mere 7 votes. I'm seeing bits and pieces as to it's content...remember when our President PROMISED the open doors and "no secrets"? WHAT HAPPENED?? The whole country is confused---people responding in cheers or spitting; shouts of "well done" drowned out by nasty sneers and words that aren't even nice. If it is so good---why do I feel so bad??? All along I thought that the concept might be OK. Let's do it simply---give us what you got or you take what you gave us. I think we would see quickly the "holes" in this plan. If we took what they have, the pool would increase which would cause the cost to decrease because of the mere numbers. If government took what they gave us, I would believe more readily that "...they are the government and they want to be our friends" so much so they join what they formed. NOT LIKELY to happen either way so---I have huge misgivings as to who really will benefit?? It is pretty scary to me that the population has proclaimed their desire NOT to have health care, yet our elected officials think THEY know what we need. I say, start packing...it's our only weapon. Send all of you back to the common life---but don't worry---you have insurance. As for the spitting and misbehavior---a repeat of colonial days. Ben Franklin was known to club a few people with his cane while people who didn't agree with him, spit. Some things NEVER change.

birthdays

2010-03-22T11:28:00.000-07:00

It was a cold and blustery day...isn't that the way Snoopy, lying on his doghouse would start his infamous novel? Actually it was a cold and blustery day---46 years ago when the Lichon couple became a "family". Our first born Michelle was welcomed into our world on March 21st, 1964, and we were different. No more selfishness as to who wins the argument...we had better things to do. Taking very seriously our new role as parents we set our steps forward as perfect parents raising that perfect child. I had been in nurse's training and had finished a pretty extensive course in the new born nursery. That extensive training left when it came to "my" newborn. I do remember the moment as tho' it was yesterday. Michelle learned with us and by the time (rather short time in her mind...hey, we were Catholic) her sister arrived we had relaxed some and didn't get up to see if she was breathing.

Flash forward to March 21, 2010. The Lichon family has grown. Wonderful son-in-laws; even more wonderful grand kids, gathered together at Michelle's favorite restaurant, "Rice n Beans". ( I don't even know the correct name of the restaurant, the kids started calling it that and it has stuck.)

We move around the table telling "...what is it you like about Michelle?" It was a gift to us hearing her kids tell about "Mommy". I know that is what it meant in our wedding ceremony---"...may you live to see your children's children"---and so we have. Happy Birthday first born---
thanks for being such a great teacher! We love
you.

...and the envelope please

2010-03-09T18:04:00.000-08:00

We have a tradition in our family for the annual Academy Awards. We dress for the occasion and always have spaghetti and champagne. There is supposed to be no talking while we watch---but that doesn't always work. Everyone throws in $5 and the person who makes the most right choices, wins. In most cases it is Keith. ( This is the man that goes to few movies, especially since we have the large screen. ) He used to play the Oscar's with our goddaughter in Northern MI, but since he won every year a lot of the people didn't want to play. He dropped out to give others a chance. You would think we were talking high finances here. I thought the awards were good, but no real incidents. Well, if you count the woman who spoke over the man for whatever award that was...but where are the
"streakers"; or outrageous dress; or political statements??? Mother and daughter took top honors in the red carpet walk. Katie Park and her mom, Tracy who designed their own look. We all said how glad we were that we didn't live out east---we could get to bed at a decent hour. I rest my case---it was boring. Hope you have a great week.

HELP

2010-03-06T17:28:00.000-08:00

Help...I really don't know how. I feel as tho' I have awakened from a long nap and everything on my computer has changed or has been updated. I just went through a long process of being able to sort my pictures better so that I may share them quicker. Well, I'm afraid I have failed miserable. Somewhere there is a whole bunch of photos that never got shared.

I feel I am reasonably intelligent. Yes, it's true the grand kids would NEVER come to me with a math problem, but hey, they line up for a creative writing piece. I went through several explanations and agreed that this was "easy to understand" so then---where did it go??? I watched a rather long download that somehow got so slow I opted out of it. Hey, patience had nothing to do with it. Since I've been doing Zen tangles I am so calm...

Anyway, keep watching. I will get some photos on here if it kills me. (why DO we say that one?)

Weather---NOT

2010-03-02T13:49:00.000-08:00

March 1st. What's the saying---comes in like a" lamb out like a lion." Or vice versa. Anyway, the day came so beautiful but I am hearing that the wkend---once again will bring rain. I am able to enjoy all of what nature spits out (ah, I love that word) but for many people, that is there only days off. (hey, I was there) Also, I think of the beautiful bride's, standing, looking out the window at rain. But than this is not the weather channel---that's left to Keith and his family---"how's the weather there?".

Still at the purging. I think when I finally get through once, I will have to go back and organize. What??? You think??? I think I will do "Zentangles" instead.

The new schedule is out at www.geegeestampsnstuff.com and I will be doing a watercolor class this Thurs. Check it out and there is still time to sign up. I also will be teaching a solder class on the 26th of March as well as April 23 and 24. Everything for both classes is provided. Gayle's website has been remodeled and looks GREAT!!!

Sadly, Jazzi Crafts will be closing I believe the end of April. They are going to be missed. I guess a reminder to support your local stores. They are the ones who stay late for you; special order; classes on site; and instructor on all things.

Whoops---something fell. Gotta run

Urge to Purge---not normal

2010-02-27T17:15:00.000-08:00

I'm sitting here listening to the thunder and it sounds an awful lot like MI. I LOVE rainy days. I don't love "teaser" days. It's pouring one moment and a rainbow the next with full sunshine. It's almost like my moods lately. I have been purging---something that does NOT come natural to me. Every thing I touch has some sort of a story. Who I got it from, when, (gosh, that MANY years ago?) and---do I really need it. Probably no on every ting I touch but I torture myself and rip out pages of magazines that I will probably never get to till the next purge; as I find spots to put things it seems my little art room is getting "spread out". Do you ever feel that one job begets another? Some days this past week it seems I was spinning my wheels. Something must be getting accomplished as I certainly have made several trips to the garage in anticipation of a truck coming to load the many boxes and bags. I look around and it doesn't seem like I have made a dent in anything. I am NOT quitting...Michelle would be so proud of me. Tracy will just want to go through the things I am throwing out. She's a "chip off the ole block". (what does that mean?) My mom tells the story of when I was little she could not let me out on trash day because I was always dragging some one's junk home saying, "...look what they're throwing out...It's still good." I know that must be true because I still get a skipped beat when I pass a cool piece of "something that is still good "at the curb. Stay warm and dry...love, love, love it...geo

ZENTANGLES

2010-02-15T12:36:00.000-08:00

Happy belated Valentine day!!! As I write this there are two boxes of chocolates, one chocolate covered strawberry, and cut out cookies (well, those are Keith's from his "first valentine's, Shelly and Tracy) just begging me to blow the diet. I am looking at things thinking what I have to do to "burn off" the damage. What a temptation. Hope you had a great day. The weather here was so beautiful you ALMOST felt guilty as the people out east were still digging out themselves. Hey---it's the reason we live here.

What have I been doing creatively? Zen-tangles...I will try and get a picture posted...they are the most relaxing exercise you could do. You need paper, pencil, ruler (if you're a perfectionist), and a micron pen. After dividing a square into 4 parts, anyway you chose, you begin to doodle. Yes, I said doodle. The results are pretty and amazing. Plus, it is supposed to be a great stress buster. I am here to tell you it works. I have never been one to sit and watch TV. This is perfect for doing something to make you feel that it is not a total waste of time. I must admit, it does reek of Sr. Cunagunda telling us, "...you will get this penmanship right". In fact, recall some of those patterns and you have it---ZENTANGLES. Till later---xo Geo

temporary is a long time

2010-02-08T13:42:00.001-08:00

BUMMER. I think I confessed (like it was wrong) that I was on oxygen temporarily. My new friend, Shannon, (from N. Carolina) ran me through the results of my overnight test. (see previous notes) Seems I dropped to 81 in my sleep and stayed in the 80's for over an hour. That wasn't good. I pack up the unit that betrayed me for UPS pickup, and resigned myself that "temporary" is a little longer. I really am trying to look on the bright side of things. I think of all those people out there who have it so much worse and I thank God that I can be mobile. That doesn't mean I lost my vanity or that I can point on a map where my new friend lives.

Hey, how about those Saints??? and how about Betty White. How old IS SHE???

elephants ? painting???

2010-02-05T14:33:00.000-08:00

John (our son in law) just returned from a trip to Thailand. He couldn't wait to show me a site on the computer of elephants painting. There is a group (or is it tribe?) of 5 that are ridiculous. I can't even explain it, so I will direct you to the video he sent me to: Thailand elephant paintings on your search engine and click on the site. I think there is a lesson in this. I paint watercolors as well as mixed media things, and do a whole lot of thinking and planning. I wonder if it's necessary?? These were pretty awesome and at the end of the session they raffle them off for more money than I will ever make on a painting. The guy who trains them said that the African elephants could never be trained to do painting---they're too stupid. Never say never...I gotta run---I've got a paint brush in my mouth.

relationships

2010-02-05T14:14:00.000-08:00

I am having some medical tests to see if I can come off my oxygen. I had to wait till a package arrived in the mail. Upon opening there was a cylinder, a monitor, and a finger tool. After some instruction from a person in S. Carolina I was soon recording my heart rate and O2 saturation. I'll need to wear it all night and report on the phone as well as have her retrieve the info on the monitor. It is so slick the times we live in...phone testing without leaving the house. Hopefully I will get a good read and be able to discontinue. As I was hanging up I noticed Keith was laughing. I asked why and he said, "...you are so relational. I wouldn't ask or know anything other than the test." He's right. After a BRIEF phone call Wed. I knew her name-Shannon-knew she had three kids who had been off so many days because of storms. Though it was only raining today they still called school off. Her husband worked from home and so she took the early shift so he could be with the kids I have a picture of her in my head. She is a petite little brunette who loves her job or at least loves the "break' from her kids. She is very kind and a pleasure to work with...Back to my test---will it still register if I take the unit off during my sleep? (When I first wore the oxygen at night I awoke the first morning and found that I had ripped it off in my sleep.) Wish me luck...I am getting a sore neck from Keith tripping over my LONG plastic tubing.

home studies

2010-02-04T21:23:00.000-08:00

Tucker is beig home schooled and when the other grandkids heard they all thought that was a great idea. This picture is Tuck and myself doing a clay project for school. The boys used to LOVE doing art with me...hmmmm, what happened?? I guess they grew up...

sweet sixteen

2010-02-04T20:55:00.000-08:00

Not certain where this will end up on the blog site. I am so excited I got the pic to my site. We have a "tradition "of sorts in the family and that is to go to a Mexican restaurant ("beans and rice) for our B'day celebration. Even Keith, who doesn't like Mexican food, but in his words "...loves margaritas" goes and enjoys himself. After eating we go around the table and each one tells what it is about the B'day person you like...It's easy with Abigail. I like how she is always in tune to the underdog---the one who no one seems to pay attention to. When she was little a lot of her teachers used to put her with new students as she really took them under her wing. She also is a great traveler. Having taken two train trips to Santa Barbara with her,and she didn't get impatient with me when I entered the train at the very furthest from our business class car. She lugged her duffel bag and retrieved me after she found some perfect seats. She has been traveling all her life, what with grandparents in England and often Florida. Her best skiing is done in Switzerland. She makes me laugh. She has a most wonderful sense of humor...and she helps me when I cry. I remember the first time she experienced me crying I was actually on the phone with her leaving her competition. When I heard her voice I started crying thinking what I was going to miss. She said, "...you're NOT CRYING grandma." She is a soul mate and I have often said I could save her a lot of pain, but she needs to walk the road of life on her own. I love her deeper than the ocean and higher than God...

Christmas Past...

2010-01-28T14:47:00.000-08:00

The girls, (Michelle and Tracy) brought lunch for me today. I started on, "...Dad still hasn't taken the tree down." I guess they had heard enough from me---they went to the garage, grabbed the box, dismantled it and said, "there! ".

Now did they mean, "leave dad alone?" or "why didn't you do it?" I REALLY have tried NOT to nag. Unfortunately, they didn't come under that promise. Soooo, when I wanted to complain---o.k.--nag, I called them. Any way it is down. Now it just has to make it's way up into the attic. I'm anxious to see how long that takes!!!

On another note, our granddaughter, Abbi, will be 16 on Friday. HOW CAN THAT BE??? ANYONE who knows me, knows every developmental milestone she has had. She is truly a beautiful young lady---inside and out. A great student and cheerleader and class officer and any volunteer program there is---including the young children at North Coast who she mentors. How glad I am that God decided to put me on earth the same time she is. We have bonded in such a way that I feel she probably knows me better than most. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ABS and I hope I WILL dance at your wedding.

HELP

2010-01-28T14:31:00.000-08:00

OMG. How did I become an official site for B. Boxer. I don't even like her and I can't get her off my site. Jackie HELP!!! i GOT AN EMAIL FROM HER regarding her interest in a pressing problem---fatalities on our roads. Now granted, we do have too many fatalities BUT it's not our most pressing problem in CA. So, I wrote that back to her and named "health reform" as a problem---pressing. I told her, WE WANT WHAT YOU GOT or YOU TAKE WHAT WE HAVE. Also, STAY HOME and solve some of our problems. (after I read Nancy P.and her gang (125 people) went to a peace conference in the Netherlands.) Ah, WE pay for that. How did this become a political column??? While I am on it---has anyone seen Arnold??? I don't think he lives here anymore!!!!

I saw on the news a story about "Whole foods" who are offering their employees a discount on their groceries based on: non smokers, BMI, and I think hypertension. Good idea---I think and I wonder where I would fall??? I was so angry when I worked for CIGNA and they first enforced their "no smoking" policy. I wrote them (imagine that) and asked when they were going to "dock" the obese employees. Never heard back---but did hear our company held stock in R. J.Reynolds---large cigarette company!!!

traveling

2010-01-26T14:30:00.000-08:00

back again,

I made the fatal mistake of going to one person's site, which takes you to another site, and on to yet another site...well, you know the drill. It is three hours later and WOW. There are reative people out there. It was so fun visiting and seeing and hearing. Some have the most sophisticated blogs; others, homey and comfortable. What a neat way to interact, share thoughts, and keep in touch. ( I have had more than one person from my past connect with me as they had seen my blog.) No, I don't think there is anyone out there I wouldn't want to connect with...Anyway, if you have time---it's worth the journey. geo and out...............

grateful musing...

2010-01-26T11:48:00.000-08:00

Blogging---a promise broken---of trying to be more faithful to writing. Now I am seeing the ability to have "mobile blogs". Yikes---this tech world is leaving me behind, and I am short of breath trying to catch up and catch on...

Our heads are all filled with the Haiti tragedy. It is unimaginable. We Californians were trapped in our houses during an unusual week of rain and flooding and were all going steer crazy. Imagine not having a house, or members of your family (that's coming up next). I chose to concentrate on the "miracles" and the strength of the people. The US has come forward and hopefully we will continue to help this very humble nation.

Now, members of your family. Abigail's b'day is this month (16) and Evan's 8th. I called Matthew last Sunday to see when we were celebrating Evan's. (people who know this family know that we celebrate "ground hogs day")---anything to gather. He said, "I was going to call you---I got hit by a car". Of course the mother in me wanted to rush over and see for myself that which he was telling me, that he wasn't hurt too bad. I know, I know, he's forty---but I think any mother out there can understand. Gratefully, his injuries tho' painful, are not permanent. He was jogging in Carlsbad, and a car hit him from behind, throwing him up on their windshield. Sore all over, I know he knows he dodged a bullet. Why do we say that??? That's another blog. Besides---I knew exercise was bad for you. Hope you are all well and happy. geo signing off...

"bad, bad boys"

2010-01-14T00:40:00.000-08:00

From the time each of the daughter's were pg, I always said I wanted a "bad boy". Well, seems Tucker and Jack are doing me proud. Abigail was caring for them last weekend and she took a phone call that was from one of their computer game people. Seems the boys had decided to put all their "shares" together in this computer game and have more points. (we didn't raise any dumb kids) Well, the excessive points set off an alarm at the "keeper of the points" job and they called to say the boys would be banned from that particular game for a month. Abbi was appalled at that decision, (perhaps she remembered her and Joycie make a call to 911---now that's bad) and said'"...they're only 11."

Couple of lessons here; maybe the job market isn't as bad as they want us to think. Imagine getting paid to watch points on a computer game rise above a certain level. It's probably a state job, so they do only work 4 days a week now. The other thing---I GOT MY BAD BOYS!

geo gems signing off

she's back...

2010-01-12T20:02:00.000-08:00

Should of had a V8. I have been at this computer since morning. It really is a "whole new world". So many of the blogs I follow have written such deep meaning directions their life is taking...where they have been...where they are going. Me---I just get dramatic and get in trouble. I HATE THE MESS we can make on our own---just using this little keyboard. It certainly reminds me that your tongue can be a blessing (where you affirm others) or a weapon (where you beat others down). I realized that I had not posted since August---yet friends allowed me to be in their little corners of the world.

I just got back from visiting Elena's mixed media piece of the heart on a canvas. It is so good and fresh and pure. I think because it is new to her and she stops before she overworks. It is truly "a work of art" and one she will remember as saving her as she walked through some dark places. Then I saw her Christmas goodies and thought---artist/techie/princess. Yeah, they go together. I know one thing, she has wisdom beyond her years.

Now---for four months where have I been. The last day I wrote Keith and I had met friends for lunch in Lacuna Nigel. While driving home we got word on our cell phone that Keith's eldest brother Ron was in the hospital seriously ill. He progressively got worse and died. I was not able to go to Flagstaff (due to the altitude) so I had to share the pain second hand via phone from Keith. I learned about a beautiful family that we had said we'd visit more (and didn't); call more (and didn't); and email more (and we didn't). Now we can't. So I guess the lesson learned is to spend more time doing that which you said you would do---before it's too late. So------
my rather long wish for you for the new year is that you live up to the promises you made especially regarding family. The family we think well ALWAYS BE THERE we learned is not always true. Let's start there to say, may or happiest day of 09 be our saddest for 10.

2010-01-12T20:00:00.000-08:00

WOW. It has been since August that i have posted. The small i is drama...

GREAT LIFE---GREATER FRIENDS

2009-08-13T21:41:00.000-07:00

Scott Peck says, "life is hard"...I say, "life is good". Tuesday I had an opportunity to meet with three great friends, Deborah, Joann, and Pat to learn a new technique of painting created by Carol O Brien. It was soooo much better sharing and doing with others. Than Pat put out a delicious chicken salad, warm bread, angel food cake with lemon sauce and blueberries...WOW. It was Deborah who was showing us how to do the painting and she is so peaceful and a GREAT teacher.

Thursday it was down to LaJolla to Sally's house to meet with yet another group of friends. Some made just today, but art clears all the hurdles and nonsense of "getting to know you". Everyone was doing their own thing, but we all couldn't help but overlap with some of what we were looking at. Everyone is into Suzi Blu and her gentle faces. It was fun to watch the different looks and approaches. I was still with the Carol O'Brien technique. Sally went to Dick Blicks and scored some great sales. I had asked her to pick up some paints for me---boy she exceeds friendship. Not only did she pick them up, but with a cheap price line with them.

Tomorrow we are headed to Mission Viejo to visit a sick friend and one not sick who is leaving with us to go to Dana Point. It should be fun. And so I repeat...great life...great friend's. Geo out of here...

Artist in three hours..

2009-08-13T21:18:00.000-07:00

I have had alot of people ask me about my watercolor classes. I teach a class where you will use several techniques and medium. Tube paints; twinkling H2O's; pencils: crayons; dry tablet; markers; and a few surprizes and free form. You will leave the class with eight finished cards. They are stamps (mostly Dee Morgan) but Hero has some fine ones also;, using 140# watercolor paper. We will also use the H2O brushes that are so popular. Anyone who has taken this class has loved it. I will do it when you have at least 2-3 people. It certainly is fun and you leave believing you are an artist!!!. The class is at Gee Gee's in Carlsbad on State St. right in the village. Going to the store is worth the trip,but having lunch too is bonus. Gayle (the owner) has so many new and different things that you will want to plan plenty of time to browse. Their is some beautiful papers, stickers, rub ons, metal embossing tools, ribbons you name it, she probably has it. Their selection of magazines are the best in the area. I love this store and used to work there, still do even when I stop in or am teaching...I like showing people new things---and there are plenty. Name a class and we well get it for you if we can...

watercolor classes with Georgia

2009-08-13T18:34:00.000-07:00

JAZI CRAFT a nice place to be...

2009-07-30T21:03:00.000-07:00

Forgot to mention the store on Oceanside Blvd., called, "JAZI CRAFT, that so often gets overlooked. Believe me---it is worth the trip. Some of you may have been involved in the "black and white" challenge and saw how well stocked the store is. For the rest it is well worth the trip to see it for yourself. The help is always friendly and willing to help you find whatever you are looking for. And did I mention---they have GREAT classes there. Check it out on line. I have a soldering and watercolor class coming and we are always willing to try and give what you need in the way of classes. I am so geographicly challenged. When you see the Catholic church, St. Margaret's (?) start watching for it on your right side. In fact, turn right at the traffic light and a sharp left and you will find it. You're in for a treat. Support our local stores.

Delights of Travel

2009-07-30T20:32:00.000-07:00

Hi all,

I've spent the day feeling sorry for myself because the Dr. wouldn't let me go to MI with Keith. He was going for the Lichon family reunion, and his dad's 90th b'day. Well it wasn't the WHOLE DAY. When I heard his horrendous story about the cancellation of his flight from Atlanta to Flintl I secretly gave thanks that I wasn't there as I tried to listen and be compassionate to his story. He said it was worse than anything he has ever seen (and he traveled for his job). People were crying; one woman had to get out for a funeral in the am. Keith was going to give her his seat if he got called for standby. I did tell him maybe he could be of some help to her as distraught as she was. It was looking like he was going to have to get a hotel---I said it was great if he helped her FIND the hotel...but that was it!!!! People screaming...where did travel become so difficult? They first took away our right to get out of our seat, by keeping the sign lit the whole time; NO MEALS, but you can buy a "lunch" for $8.50---which is cheese and crackers, you're almost apologetic to ask for cream for your coffee. The "flight/safety attendent" tells you you will have to wait till she comes back that way. And what happened to their greeting and smile...instead they are threathening, "...we'll not get this plane off on time if you don't quickly move to your seat" As if they have EVER been on time. "whoops, forgot about all the overhead is gone---we are going to have to check this bag". DARN---another $20 for luggage.

Well, Keith called and he got on a flight and though it's late...he's happy; the crying lady got on; and all the other "stories" encased in the huge bird in the sky...that really doesn't belong in the air---bt then that's for another day.

geo signing off

NOT MY GOOD SIDE

2009-07-23T18:49:00.000-07:00

Hi guys,

I have a sweet husband who is always trying to make my life easier. One way is to post photos on my blog. He doesn't realize that it is a very serious problem if he gets one on there which I would have deleted before it saw the light of day. That being said---in case you haven't guessed---is the group of us standing in front of Milton''s. It was just done way too quickly. Someone asked a guy to take the pics...you know when you say, "...will you take our picture?" and it ends up being 3 cameras later before he is finished. The last thing he would want to do is say,"...hey, you in the brown, you may want to move away from the skinny girl and then stand VERY SIDEWAYS to appear less heavy." He just wants to get to his lunch. I knew the feeling as I arrived at the resturantand got that perfect corned beef that I didn't even think calories...That picture needs to be blown up---placed on the fridge---where if I had one ounce of sense or one iota of self control it would have never happened. Seems I've fallen---and I MUST GET UP!!! i.e. see diet previous blog

Artists' Day at Miltons - July 21, 2009 - With Sally, Jackie, Pat, Elena & Georgia

2009-07-21T21:06:00.000-07:00

no worries

2009-07-18T18:32:00.000-07:00

Had some time with Abigail today. We spent it in my art room. I was on one side, she on the other working on different things. When she saw the flowers we had made she LOVED them. I told her to take some. She certainly does have a sense of color as she sewed some for her friends. We had a great talk----the kind you dream about when you first hold them as infants. I remember thinking she would come to me for my advice and wisdom all the time. I didn't count on schedules; friends (both hers and mine); and all the distractions of life. When you get this little slot of time you savor it like a favorite meal...taking in all you can and keeping quiet till asked for advice. I just didn't know it was going to be, "...back when you were growing up" did they have these??? Oh well, she still is the greatest to hang out with...and with the things she shared...we have no worries about the youth.

geo--- signing off

night owl

2009-07-17T04:14:00.001-07:00

...about every week or so I pull an "all nighter". Now if I had to get up to meet a 7am flight, you would play hell getting me up. I just don't get it. Keith thinks I am worried, NOT, I figure one person worrying is plenty in a family. Now, if I could just get something done. I looked---skimmed my emails and have some bottle caps to finish for an exchange I am in. The drill would not be a happy sound at this time, tho' Keith is buzzing like the sound it makes. I'm just not talented enough to coordinate the whole thing with his snoring.

I have made mention to my daughters that I miss seeing them. After deciding we would all do better I missed the first gathering last Monday to celebrate Geoff's B'day. They went to what we call "rice and beans" and I just didn't even feel like smelling the food. I understand, via the grape vine that I have gotten a "check" for not gathering wiht them. They called today, whoops, yesterday to see if I wanted to go to "submarina". Oh no, another check! When I suggested missed seeing them I was kind of thinking of La Costa or El Camino for lunch???? I know a way to get even...I could call them NOW and asked them to go to Denny's (I hate) but even Joan Crawford wouldn't do that to her children.

Right now I know if Keith does walk in here, after he scares the heck out of me, I will after to explain---"...why aren't you sleeping, Georgia. I told you that you were worried.

Have a great weekend---stay cool. I HATE THE HEAT, but then that is no surprize to anyone.

geogems signing off

florals for fair maidens

2009-07-15T15:11:00.000-07:00

I have been away from writing and I have missed it...hope you have missed it as well. Had a wonderful morning with the greatest group of friends. Deborah taught us a class on floral making for a pin or to wear in your hair or as any embellishment. Satin, tulle, chiffon and some mix of materials created some real works of art. We used a candle to manipulate the fabric into the shape we wanted. No accidents---a few burnt fingers. A side note, when first burned rub it on denim per Linda---and it worked!!! I guess she's not just another pretty face. Elena worked like a "ball of fire" and I think she actually finished five or more. Gloria's were beautiful choices of colors. It was so evident how different we all are by the color choices each of us made. Isn't it GREAT God made us all so different. The word is---someone might have a B'day coming up---Happy b'day and many more...I hope always celebrated with those who love you.

I have to finish some art for my ABC club tomorrow. We are working on affirmations this time frame using 4x6 cards. They are always so great too. I am feeling pretty blessed. Hope you're having a great day!!!! xo and out with gems from geo

Wed. afternoon and the living was easy we had a great day with Deborah teaching a rowdy group how to do flowers made from different materials.

2009-07-15T14:52:00.000-07:00

geo's geneology

2009-07-01T18:47:00.000-07:00

Had a visit today from Sally. She took a class this am and was taking one tonite at PP, so we had a little time. She is one of the most generous people I know. She brougt a program for me, but I was working on a picture that had the name Filman. She asked who it was. I said I thought it was my great grandfather. She said, don't you WANT TO KNOW??? She took quite a bit of time to try and journey through my geneology on the computer. It's very complicated (my life) and becomes very interesting each time I talk to my mom or now when I write about it. She was able to find it was a gr. granddad, and promised at another time SHE CAN DO EVEN MORE. Being a "gemini" and a little ADDH I had moved on. She is such a detective she will pursue it...Hope she finds all those rich aunts and uncles I drean about.

Can't believe it is soon the 4th of July. HOW???? Hoping all of you take some time to give thanks for our freedom and enjoy your family. Most of all, be safe.

geogems signing off

p.s. still doing the pool thing, but it's rough

followers

2009-06-28T15:55:00.001-07:00

p.s. Thanks Elena, You are the one...

DIE it

2009-06-28T15:44:00.000-07:00

it's time. No more excuses and disgust when I look at photos. My shoulder-foot is better. My back is as good as it gets so...I had lunch (still can't eat breakfast) and went into the pool for almost an hr. I haven't had much time to do the weights for my shoulder so I was moving and rolling it as I "ran" thru the rest of the exercises. It was perfect!!! The water temp, the air, the resolve that I will be out here every day. Isn't it funny how after you have done ONE exercise you feel "lighter"??? Gotta run...it's Sunday so the diet rules don't count. I have some dark chocolate grahams calling my name. Hope it was a good weekend for everyone...geogems signing off xo

weekend

2009-06-27T14:21:00.000-07:00

How fast the weekend rolls around. It is nearly the 4th of July and I need to remind myself to take a vacation or something. It's just because it is sooo beautiful here, where we live it's hard to keep track of the days. My sister, back in Michigan, always says, "...how do you guys know when you are on vacation living here?" It is tough.

Tracy and I went to see "My Sister's Keeper". It's a winner, but cetainly a chick flick, unless you are dating and he is still trying to please. Bring tissues.

I'm sad with the death of Michael Jackson. I recall when he was very little, as was Donny Osmond and I LOVED LITTLE MICHAEL without any doubt. Some of his songs can still bring a tear. He did get so wierd in his later years, however, we weren't there. So I prefer to keep the little guy in my mind, singing, "Ben". His mark is certainly left on the world of music and I liked what Quincey Jones said in part; "today I lost my little brother and a piece of my soul".

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend...great for the beach or the pool or better yet a good book.

geogems signing off

trailer for sale or rent.

2009-06-27T14:12:00.000-07:00

Lucky seven artists gathered and had a play date making houses at Linda Kelly's home. Painting; embellishing; than encaustic wax. I found the blue disposable towels (men use for shop work) is really great to bring the wax to a beautiful shine. I have still added to mine since I have gotten home, but what a GREAT CLASS COMING UP AT STAMPING DETAILS, Aug. 22. Denise Kelly, who I met that day, is also teaching with her. I highly suggest you sign up for this one---

Popular...I want to be popular...

2009-06-23T20:52:00.000-07:00

Went to the fair today, and it wasn't two minutes and I was in trouble. Coming through the "search with a pole" (what's that about??) I set the alarm off. I then had to be "wand" checked. We enter the gate and some weird tall, plastic robot was greeting people and we tried to get by...well, at least I did and the policeman with him let me know...no one is allowed behind him. I'm not sure why....I guess he might fall on someone and hurt them???? We, when I say we, I mean, Abigail, Jack, and Evan. We were headed to a stage to see Tucker dance hip hop. We went through a commerciall barn, where the people come out to grab you as you walk by and so a woman did, asking me if I wanted a new kitchen. I answeered, Yeah, right, or not in this life time oh I know, I said, "I wish". Abigail said as kindly as a 15 year old can, gramma, please don't snark at people. I thought---you want to see snark. First of all it has words you aren't allowed to say etc.etc. She further advised me, "just don't make eye contact". I talk to EVERYONE---get over it. But in my heart I was thinking---I'm losing my cool with her. She now leads me and tells me where to be and stay right here I will be back to get you. Oh, I hate transitions. As soon as we arrived at the stage she ditched us, and I looked around and it was poppa (Mr. no patience man); Evan, (mister I will challenge whatever you say); and gentle soul Jack (Mr wait what???). We found a seat, watched Tuck do a tremendous job. I had my sketch book and wrote 10 and held it up...I'm sure if Abbi saw it I will hear about it.

Off we go---and we are STUCK WITH THE BOYS. You know the boys who have to be tagging and punching and running and first and leaning on walls not meant to hold their weight and begging for ride tickets which are $100 dollars a kid. Boy, I sure didn't see any sign of recession. We go on a few kiddie rides---well, they go and then it is time to get lunch. Another $100 for hotdogs on a stick and 3 lemonaides. Keith and I waited till later. Then time to go to another stage on the other side of the fairgrounds. We could have taken the sky thing, but that would have been 20 tickets...so we walked while they ran---into people, strollers, old ladies and we don't know them. Quick stop for a freezee, another 50 tickets, and we are ready to watch Katie dance. It's longer, cuz she's in more numbers. We bribed them with we're telling your parents you weren't good if you don't sit still. As soon as we saw their parents, we hugged, said hello and no---they were no trouble at all..it was fun. Grandparents lie sometimes too.

Keith and I find some half way decent food bar b q something and soda and sat and sat and people watched. I went on a adventure to find the place to wax my hand---never did find it---and we got a call to get to the "slingshot". It is just as it sounds, except it is so high up in the air and so tight and taut if it ever snapped you would be in Utah. (if that's the way it faced) Abbi and the administrater from the dance studio were on this idiot ride. They had a mike on---I guess just to have the people watching hear them scream and shout bad words. (not them of course) We were than out of there quicker than (in my british son in law's term)Bob's your uncle. We still somehow had kids, but at least it was only two. They got to my house and swam and showered and had dinner, and when there folks picked them up they were saying, "oh...do we have to go already"

I'm DEAD---I put sunscreen on them but not me I guess for my neckline and arms are burnt. Shower and bed. Abbi has an art project were doing tomorrow, before they leave for Hawaii...gems from geo over and out

Happy B'day Keith

2009-06-22T20:12:00.000-07:00

Today is Keith's birthday. I am nine days older than he...and he LOVES TEASING ME ABOUT BEING THE OLDER WOMAN. I actually am watching our youngest grandson, Evan, but I talked him into it---which means one of our daughter's watched him. The girl's couldn't believe I left him alone on his B'day!!! They actually brought him lunch and they had a great visit. I told him he should thank me...they would have never had that time together. signing off till tomorrow...geo---which is fair day for us as the grandkids perform. It will be stinking HOT

a blog, a blog, at last I have a blog

2009-06-22T19:55:00.000-07:00

A few days ago I was with Jackie Baxted and mentioned that I had a blog---but it was so sad I wasn't even sure how to get on it and it was a year old. She said immediately, "...I would love to work on it for you." I gave her the Elaine shove (Sienfield) and said, "...get out!!!" She said she wasn't kidding, she loved to "fool" with the computer and create things. That day I had a full blown decorative page with a banner on top to die for. ( Enough that Sally decided to change her blog after seeing it.) She made 4 or 5 changes and has to be the most patient person in the world. I wanted her to do a picture of me---abstract, as I now have several chins. She said, no one would recognize me. I said that was ok and she complied and put yet another banner and side bars. IT IS SOOO COOL. I have no idea how I will ever be able to repay her. (this is the gal who is giving away every month her art stuff and other things. She is soooo generous and giving and even puts up with changes I suggest when I have no clue...I wish her fairy godmother would whisper in my ear something that would bring a smile (well, she's always smiling) at least some measure of my gratitude. All you "followers"---whoops, Jackie is my only one---can you help??? What does she like??? PLEASE HELP ME OUT...THANKS IN ADVANCE. Check it out---she outdid herself and I LOVE IT.

followers

2009-06-20T18:34:00.000-07:00

come on guys...how sad...I just noticed---I HAVE NO FOLLOWERS. I think that means no one is interestd---I am just learning. Gotta run, someone's texting me...

Saturday and the living is easy...

2009-06-20T18:17:00.000-07:00

...just sat thru a three hour "all star" game for Tucker. It was "misting" which was hard enough for a small umbrella shared by three, stretching and hoping your blanket didn't fall off as it was freezing outside. We laugh, as we are from the mid west, but our blood has certainly thinned. We had to rush home before the game finished cuz---guess what---we had our windows scheduled to be washed. Leave it to us, but they do look great.

Speaking of great---I am in awe of the work dear, dear friend Jackie is doing on my blog. I have so few visitors, I think they stopped by last year and figured it was a work not finished.

I had a great time at "Paper Source" the other night. I finked out of eating, as I am getting old and wanted to get home. Seriously, since my cataract surgery, I have not had to wear glasses except to read. I wasn't certain what I was going to do with night blindness. I was fine...

I was looking on Sally's blog about all the classes she was taking and I need to ask her---what class are we taking on the computer??? No more of those for me...it is too easy NOT TO GO TO CLASS.

Nothing more here except to say I want to get out of Jackie's way so she can continue her work of art...gems from geo signing off

Happy Birthday to Me!

2009-06-17T17:22:00.000-07:00

gems from geo

2009-06-16T21:19:00.000-07:00

I just want to keep writing in my blog cuz I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.

My health...I feel as tho' I have just walked out of a deep tunnel (or a cave with a rock pushed back and woman shouting something about risen). Yes, God has a sense of humor---she created me. Anyway, I finished 5 weeks, 3x a week physical therapy for my torn rotater cuff. It is sooooo much better. And remember the foot that I said was broken...it was...and has healed but maybe not fused. Oh well, for those who know me well know I am done with anesthesia. Ahhh, 6 months since my cataract surgery and I had my check up today. I have 20/25 vision and do not need glasses except to read sometimes, depending on th font and size. Yipee. I celebrate with all of you who were so faithful in prayer and patience. Glad to be part of the human race. geo signing off with the gems for today

Deepest Gratitude

2009-06-16T20:26:00.000-07:00

Dear, Dear Jackie,

You have just made me one happy woman. My computer died today so Keith, (being the good guy that he is) got me a different one. The other went to hell, literally, as it was slow and tempermental. I now await my new one, however, Sally just called and said, "...you have to look at your blog..." and so I have.

It is the MOST BEAUTIFUL I HAVE SEEN, AND YES THAT DOES INCLUDE EVERYONE'S I'VE SEEN. It is uncanny that you would have it in blues, and the top banner is unbelievable. Then---the pics already on there of a most wonderful day for me with great friends---with a border to die for.

Thank you so much and YOU WILL HAVE FIRST PICK IN MY ART ROOM WHEN I DIE!!! xo geo

My Birthday Celebration

2009-06-16T08:58:00.000-07:00

Birthdays are always better with family and friends........I had a great day yesterday.... a little creativity and lunch with friends. More pics to come of my birthday presents...lovely and fun.

geo ramblings

2009-05-28T15:01:00.000-07:00

Just finished reading silly sally's blog. She may be silly but she has a lot on the ball with this blog stuff. Even a slide show...I better get going or I'm going to miss the bus...

Recital weekend is over. We had the boys for awhile but they are NO problem. We went in the pool while the girls did a fantastic time dancing. Their fathers dance as well and aslo Tucker (hip hop) Oh, so does my pulmonologist, Dr. Yamanaka. He is so good they call him the "technician". I don't like that it is on memorial weekend. The girls are always so exhausted.

PT is helping my shoulder. I am going to extend the time by a couple of wks. The problem is when I start to feel better I start to overdo.

I am in an exchange for paper dolls. Theme is fairies and I can't wait to exchange them. I will post them after the exchange next week.

My gardener has a crush on me I am certain...he is always trying to hug me. I went out today to ask him to remove a dead palm and he said, "...it's a little late but happy mother's day." I was taken aback and said, "happy mother's day to you...I mean your wife---if she is a mom---"...all rattled. And no---he does not look like the gardner in "desperate housewifes".

Well I'm rattling so this is geo gems sgning off...

YMCA artist style

2009-05-16T22:17:00.000-07:00

Whoops forgot to show you one of the photos from Sally's art day. We laughed and laughed and laughed still some more. We even got some work done.

smile at someone---let them wonder what you've been up to...geogems signing off

Nonsense to keep posting...trying

2009-05-16T22:05:00.000-07:00

Hi all,

it's late...I'm cranky...still in PT. Travelling around my own blog, I ran into a very nice one in a different language, but set up so well. I could take lessons. I don't have much interesting to say except thanks to those true blue friends who comment to encourage me not to give up on this. I journal...but not comfortable doing it here. Not that I have secrets...only in the imagination now.

Actually got my class schedule out to "Gee Gee's"---check it out. I am trying to offer really reasonable classes to help people get out and not cost an arm and a leg. I will be teaching the "woman's story" at Jazzi Crafts as soon as I can meet with Michelle. We really do need to support these smaller stores while the economy is so bad---well all the time really. More and more are having to close. They can only stay open if we give them our business.

I miss seeing the grandkids. Probably tomorrow in Church. We usually go out to lunch, but it is getting tough with everyone's schedule.

Didn't make Jackie's art play or Sally's this past week. I feel like the wicked witch in the wizard of oz as she is melting down since I haven't had an art "hit". New week coming... kiss your husband and grandbabies...and strangers----geogems signing off

sillysally

2009-04-28T18:02:00.000-07:00

Silly Sally knows how to host a workshop with the very gifted artist, Lisa Bebi. Gosh, I hope I spelled that right. We did lots of work in little time and she was so great with all of her things she brought, and of course most of the friends are more than happy to share. Hmmm, I bet you're wondering who is the friend who doesn't share...

Sally's home is so beautiful with a view from nearly every window. I love going there and especially love her husband's chair. I have slept in it a few times very well. At lunch time (Sally, who "didn't fuss) set out a killer lunch. Especially since she is on a diet...home made chicken, glazed walnuts, greens mixed and tons of other things---including brownies with whipped cream! WE HAD THE BEST OF TIMES...I'm not going further as I have no idea where this will end up. Geogems signing off

gems from geo

2008-09-17T13:45:00.001-07:00

Trying to hop on the wagon, but afraid it is going too fast for me. I don't have a clue what I am doing, or even why. Always afraid I am going to miss somethig I thought I would try to formulate something close to a blog of my own. Those of you who know me, know that I am not always in touch with my email. You are probably thinking---what is she thinking!!!!

I do enjoy reading other blogs and hope that I will have a few read mine. Is that what this is about??? Trolling for friends????? My two daughters would say, "...if you have that much time on your hands, come over and empty my dishwasher."

Haven't done my "bio" yet. I need to formulate it in my head.