- 4 tablespoons butter
- 5 cups mini marshmallows
- 6 cups Fruity Pebbles
Monday, June 21, 2010
making fruity pebble treats
A few have asked for the Fruity Pebble Treats recipe. It's easy!
Sunday, June 20, 2010
a shower of purple and green
My sister-in-law is pregnant with my third niece and I was the fortunate gal who helped to throw her baby shower yesterday. (YAY!) Below are some pics of the goodies, if you're looking for any ideas.
I found the wooden words at the Dollar Tree and brought them home for prettyin' up. I painted each one with acrylic paints and touched them with silver accent paint. Since there are three of them, my SIL can choose which of the three girls she wants to have which word.
In the background are favor boxes that I made using a die cut at Memories Galore. It's awesome to be able to purchase cardstock and ribbon at a scrapbooking store and have access to their tools for free! In the boxes are either tootsie rolls or a scented tea light candle. The duck favor boxes were picked up from the Dollar Tree. (I ran out of time to go back to Memories Galore to make more boxes.)
I found the wooden words at the Dollar Tree and brought them home for prettyin' up. I painted each one with acrylic paints and touched them with silver accent paint. Since there are three of them, my SIL can choose which of the three girls she wants to have which word.
In the background are favor boxes that I made using a die cut at Memories Galore. It's awesome to be able to purchase cardstock and ribbon at a scrapbooking store and have access to their tools for free! In the boxes are either tootsie rolls or a scented tea light candle. The duck favor boxes were picked up from the Dollar Tree. (I ran out of time to go back to Memories Galore to make more boxes.)
I created single-tier diaper cakes for table centerpieces. Each tier included seven size one diapers and sprigs of silk hydrangeas, all tied up with purple and sage green ribbon and twine.
I must say, the Fruity Pebble Treats were my own pure genius. :) Rice Krispie treats just weren't colorful enough for me. These were a huge hit!
You can't tell it here, but I made purple cupcakes! I used a strawberry cake mix and added blue food coloring to it to make them purple. That's buttercream icing on top and my daughter gave each one a sprinkle for color. Thanks to my dear friend, Jane, for the use of her beautiful cupcake stand!
Photos by Casey Higgins
Thursday, June 17, 2010
jump-the-gun anger ::: restraint
Have you ever been so mad that you feel it - this rush of chaotic energy right under the surface looking for a pore to violently rip through? That was me today. It was scary for a minute. I can't recall the last time I was that angry.
My husband came home to find neighborhood kids throwing rocks at my dog. She was tied and couldn't retreat their charge. Over text, I was going ballistic. "I'd beat those kids myself," I punched into my phone. I was outraged. Where are their parents? Why would they think it's okay to bully my sweet black lab? He found her cowering against the door, trying to escape the walnut-sized limestones being hurled at her. Poor, sweet Daisy.
It was just the last straw for my day, that's all. Or, I thought it was the last straw for my day ...
A relationship is sort of being mended, I guess you'd say. The guilty party won't say she's sorry and the victim won't point out the wrong of the guilty. I'm neither person. I see it as perfect timing for a whole laundry list of things that need to be said to finally be said. Alas, it's not my territory.
So my real last straw was that my husband will be child-less most of the day on Father's Day. It wasn't my doing and he says he's fine with it. Guess I shouldn't care then, but I do. He's the one who typically doesn't hold grudges; I'm the one who does. I'm still not over him being wronged and I'm still mad at the person who hurt him. I certainly don't want my kids with her yet; I haven't gotten over the mistreatment. Apologies have not been offered and I don't just "get over" things so quickly.
God has words for me on this matter, but tonight is not a night I want to read them.
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His "laundry list" of commandments for me is lengthy.
"Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you." -Ephesians 4:31-32
"For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you, but if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses." -Matthew 6:14-15
"And whenever you stand praying, forgive, if you have anything against anyone, so that your Father also who is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses." -Mark 11:25
"And as you wish that others would do to you, so do to them." -Luke 6:31
"Know this, my beloved brothers: let every tongue be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger; for the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God." - James 1:19-20
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And that, ladies and gentleman, is a spirit check. It's humbling.
I wish I knew how to let go of this particular anger and angst that has built up in me for so long, and how it is that I can easily forgive anyone but this one. Contrary to what I'm sure is the popular belief, this person claims a great deal of my thoughtlife as I battle what to do, what not to do, how to act, what to say, ponder over actions and reactions, and pray for guidance in forging a successful relationship. Sometimes I feel like this is the one true place that Satan has his toe-hold in my life. This is my button. My trigger. The one topic and person that will send me over the edge. He knows it. I know he knows it.
As TobyMac
would say, "Hey Devil, go on! Get yo' junk outta here! I don't need you!"
My husband came home to find neighborhood kids throwing rocks at my dog. She was tied and couldn't retreat their charge. Over text, I was going ballistic. "I'd beat those kids myself," I punched into my phone. I was outraged. Where are their parents? Why would they think it's okay to bully my sweet black lab? He found her cowering against the door, trying to escape the walnut-sized limestones being hurled at her. Poor, sweet Daisy.
It was just the last straw for my day, that's all. Or, I thought it was the last straw for my day ...
A relationship is sort of being mended, I guess you'd say. The guilty party won't say she's sorry and the victim won't point out the wrong of the guilty. I'm neither person. I see it as perfect timing for a whole laundry list of things that need to be said to finally be said. Alas, it's not my territory.
So my real last straw was that my husband will be child-less most of the day on Father's Day. It wasn't my doing and he says he's fine with it. Guess I shouldn't care then, but I do. He's the one who typically doesn't hold grudges; I'm the one who does. I'm still not over him being wronged and I'm still mad at the person who hurt him. I certainly don't want my kids with her yet; I haven't gotten over the mistreatment. Apologies have not been offered and I don't just "get over" things so quickly.
God has words for me on this matter, but tonight is not a night I want to read them.
---
His "laundry list" of commandments for me is lengthy.
"Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you." -Ephesians 4:31-32
"For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you, but if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses." -Matthew 6:14-15
"And whenever you stand praying, forgive, if you have anything against anyone, so that your Father also who is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses." -Mark 11:25
"And as you wish that others would do to you, so do to them." -Luke 6:31
"Know this, my beloved brothers: let every tongue be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger; for the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God." - James 1:19-20
---
And that, ladies and gentleman, is a spirit check. It's humbling.
I wish I knew how to let go of this particular anger and angst that has built up in me for so long, and how it is that I can easily forgive anyone but this one. Contrary to what I'm sure is the popular belief, this person claims a great deal of my thoughtlife as I battle what to do, what not to do, how to act, what to say, ponder over actions and reactions, and pray for guidance in forging a successful relationship. Sometimes I feel like this is the one true place that Satan has his toe-hold in my life. This is my button. My trigger. The one topic and person that will send me over the edge. He knows it. I know he knows it.
As TobyMac
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