Subway Art

After viewing some inspiring wall art, I thought I would have a go at it, with MY life rules.

*Copyrighted. This does contain a watermark. If you would like to share please give credit to the artist, Debra Borrmann.


Homemade Soda

I am not a huge fan of sweets. Generally, I can take or leave the chocolate, cookies and candy. Do not get me wrong, I like sweet stuff every now and then, just not all the time.

Unless we are talking about soda, or pop, or coke (7up, Coca Cola, Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, Mt. Dew, etc) then you’ll have me every time. I know all the horror stories about how it will eat the finish of cars, and clean pennies. Awesome stuff. 🙂 All around it is my choice of caffeine intake, especially, Dr. Pepper.

When the Soda Stream system came out it absolutely caught my eye. I thought, “OOOOO, I could have soda anytime I want. Budget friendly soda. Fresh soda.” The purchase price, however, is a negative for me. I would rather have an e-reader than a soda machine. So when I realized I could just buy the syrup bottle and add it to club soda I decided to fork out the $5.00 for a bottle and give it a try.

The instructions call for adding one cap full of the syrup to a one liter bottle of their carbonated water. According to the bottle we get a little more than four 8oz glasses of soda out of every cap full of mix, giving us 12.5 bottles of soda or a little over six 2 liter bottles. So ultimately, at standard prices, I don’t believe it is cost effective.

Right now the true benefits I see for the mixes, either with the actual machine or just added to club soda, are their ingredients. If you have a corn allergy or need to watch your sodium these mixes are for you. The ability to add the syrup, at will, to a cup of carbonated water would also be great for families who have varying soda tastes.

Or people living overseas and suffering through Dr. Pepper withdrawals. 🙂


School Shopping

I was able to use my free weekend to do some school supply shopping. I’ll admit it wasn’t nearly as fun as waiting for that box from Utrecht to arrive last semester. There is just something about opening a box full of surprises.

I did have fun shopping at all the art stores. I had to go to LOTS of stores to find everything I need.

There are just a couple items left on my list. My Photography class book is on its way and should arrive this week. I feel so prepared! And I love that feeling!!!

Stupid Boy

Music is a balm to my soul. When the Bible talks about David’s songs helping King Saul, it is not difficult for me to understand how, or why, this would be true.

This particular song could easily have been stolen from my journal. I completely relate to this song. It was all those things I said, wanted to say, and never had the chance to say. All those things I’d hoped would be realized.

Well, she was precious like a flower
She grew wild, wild but innocent
A perfect prayer in a desperate hour
She was everything beautiful and different

Stupid boy, you can’t fence that in
Stupid boy, it’s like holdin’ back the wind

She laid her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
She never even knew she had a choice and that’s what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can’t
Stupid boy, stupid boy

So what made you think you could take a life
And just push it, push it around?
I guess to build yourself up so high
You had to take her and break her down

Well, she laid her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
She never even knew she had a choice and that’s what happens
[ From : ]
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can’t

You stupid boy, oh, you always had to be right
But now you lost the only thing
That ever made you feel alive
Yeah, yeah

Well, she laid her heart and soul right in your hands, yeah
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans, yes, you did
She never even knew she had a choice and that’s what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can’t

You stupid boy
Oh, I’m the same old, same old stupid boy

It took a while for her to figure out
She could run but when she did
She was long gone, long gone

She’s gone
Long gone
Yeah she is now
Yeah, ohh

On and on [incomprehensible]
She loved me, she loved me, she loved me
God, please, doesn’t matter no
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry baby

Yeah, I don’t believe
She’s never coming back to me


“Once I was young, and now I am old. Yet I have never seen the godly abandoned or their children begging for bread.”

When I served as a missionary I saw God provide for me and my family countless times. I have a journal full of exactly how He chose to meet needs and wants. Throughout the last few months different people took hold of my hands while others smacked them away. And some of the most surprising people have come back into my life.

True friends will show themselves in the good and bad, whether or not they agree with everything you do. I have tried to emulate this in my own life, especially when we were in the ministry. As I see it lived out yet again I’m challenged to keep my head up and my eyes on the Lord.

I saw complete strangers meet the need for my children’s schooling. New friends helped me out in a variety of ways from a new MacBook cord to Christmas presents for me and my kiddos. My Aunt, Uncle and Sister sacrificed their own Christmas so that I, and 7 of my 8 children, could spend Christmas with family. Another friend paid me for cleaning their house. Others have voted on designs. Many have dropped by here, or facebook, and have reminded me that I am not alone.

Today two families who have been by my side through the divorce came by my house to deliver some bread and…






Pop 🙂


No doubt there are things they are giving up so that my children can have a solid meal and some treats too. I know for the one family the trip here to deliver the goods took several hours. Since both families arrived at literally the same moment, one family waited patiently for my attention while the other family and I chatted.

These are the sort of Christlike actions people need to see.

These are two families becoming aware of a desperate need and walking more than a mile with me.

These are the evidences that God has not forsaken me and my children.

Practice What You Preach

I received a call from a friend concerned that I was not going to church anymore. When I asked where they had heard it from it went like this…a pastor told the evangelist, who told another evangelist, who told his wife, who called me.

I’m thankful for my friend who called me. She is the only one, in this particular situation, who has handled anything in a Biblical manner. Even when she had one of my ‘friends’ former ‘friends’, who claims to love and care about me, tell her she was crazy for helping me. However, I’m infinitely more disgusted with the first evangelist who has gossiped about me at least three times now. Not once has he called me, as is Biblical.

As it is I’m struggling to find my place within the church. Afraid to stay IFB. Afraid to go to any church. Afraid to admit I was involved in, and perpetuated, a religion not a faith.

Most of these people were my dearest friends. My confidants. At one time in my life they meant more to me than my own family. Only to receive letters from them stating that I am crazy, and that they always felt something wasn’t quite right with me, to them feeling the presence of Satan around me. All because I said enough was enough. All because I’m not perfect and I had a breaking point that I had already far surpassed. All because…God only knows.

You all who criticize me and are reading this, I plead with you to examine your own hearts. How have any of you stepped in to help your sister in Christ when you knew she was struggling? When you heard of the turmoil in her life when did you do as Christ would have done? How many times did God speak to you about me and you turned a deaf ear to encourage me?

Instead, you sit there looking down your nose upon me for choices I didn’t make. You demand that I quit destroying my life and the church yet you embrace the one who made the choices. Hypocrites. Whited sepulchers. All of you!

I surrendered, and fully gave, my life and my heart for what the IFB or Fundamentalism preaches and believes as Biblical. I dare anyone to do what I have done, under the circumstances in which I have done them, give up what I gave up,  and come out a whole productive person. Let alone to walk away with any faith at all.

You all ought to be ashamed of yourselves!!!

It makes me sick to my stomach to realize I was a part of the same elite click of ‘believers’ who steadfastly hold that their way was is the only way. I too sat in your positions and had all the right answers. Quite frankly, that’s what causes the bile to rise into my throat.

God forgive me!

For the record, I stopped going to this gossiping evangelists home church because I was being forced to agree with deacon’s wives in regards to their beliefs about my life. I refused. After they wouldn’t allow me to leave the church for several minutes I walked (really, crutched) away and never looked back. I found a good IFB church 20 mins away. Which I attended until I had to make the decision to feed my kids or buy gasoline. Judge me if you will, but not one of you has offered to help me get to church…just sayin’!

Entrepreneur Resolutions

2012 offers me another opportunity to build my custom designed scrapbook business, Custom Embellishments. Unlike last year, I won’t need to decline projects because of ill health, or brain surgery recovery.

I have the motivation, aka, extreme financial need, to get this business going.

Earning straight A’s in my fall classes as a Graphic Design student offers me the confidence I need to have to push my art as quality work.

Having learned to make portfolio type brochures in my Materials, Tools and Comping class, I plan to print off some brochures for distribution among Scrapbook and craft stores.

So now that I have the motivation, confidence and knowledge, the only thing lacking is advertising materials.

Aside from the brochures, Business cards are an obvious must-have. I plan to take advantage of Vista Print’s free 250 business card deal.  You can take advantage of this same deal or others, by clicking here.

FYI: every Vista Print purchase made by my readers helps me earn some much needed funds. At present writing they have customized t-shirts on sale for only $6.64, 10 invitation or announcement cards for only $5.49 (you can’t by generic ones in the store for less that this) and calendars for $10.99.

I’m off to take advantage of this great sale and build my business. Be sure and pass the word around and ask your friends to click any of the links in this post to help me out.

Heart Tree

I originally designed this for an organic illustration for school thinking it would make a wonderful wall print for Isabel’s room. It just so happens that is having an Art Print competition. And I believe my Heart Tree could be a winner. If I win, I get $1000.00 and a trip to San Francisco. So PLEASE vote for my design.  VOTE, and pass the word on because this is a popular opinion competition. The winners of the popular votes then move on to judging by the designer panel. Thanks.


Last night I picked up my 4 little B’s. It is SO wonderful to have them back home with me. I enjoyed the quiet, while at the very same time missed their chatter.

The bickering.

The tattling.

The giggles.

The fun.

And the bargaining. Surely, you know what I mean by bargaining. “Mom, I’ll ______ (fill in the blank) if you let me ________ (fill in the BIGGER blank).” I was raised right and so the bargain is always countered. Usually not with what they had hoped for.

If they are “sick” they are told they may stay home BUT they have to stay in bed ALL day long. No fun. No TV. No playing with friends after school. Suddenly my children are healed when they hear this counter to their appeal. Maybe I should get into the “healing” arts. Hehe.

Last night I was asked, “Mom, can we stay home from school tomorrow?” Keep in mind, this is coming at the end of Christmas break. A very fun Christmas break! When they were met with a solid, “No!” The counter offer was, “Oh, but we will clean our rooms if you let us stay home.” Now don’t tell them this, but I actually was tempted by this offer. Not for long, yet tempted all the same.

Poor kids were roused this morning by my morning helpers – Silas and the two kitties, Boo and Moo. They dressed, had breakfast, grabbed their lunches and headed to the FREEZING cold ‘burban’ with me to meet their dad to take them the rest of the way to school.

I’m home enjoying the warm opportunity to blog with a sweet little man snuggling at my side. These are the moments that relieve the stress of being an unemployed single mother.

My desire is to encourage and provide hope to other women that can identify with my life. This is also a bit of bargaining from my end. I love to share how God is working in my life. I’m finding my opportunities to earn money from home and praying this blog will be an avenue for that. Keep me in mind, and spread the word!