Lisa Land

I’m an organizer fiend.

Now please don’t misinterpret that. That’s “organizer," not “organizing." There’s a difference. Trust me.

I envy the people that can organize the fool out of things. They have organized book shelves, organized day planners, organized pantries. Heck, they even have organized underwear drawers. But I just can’t seem to get the hang of it.

My dream isn’t to have a Martha Stewart home. Nope. That’s beautiful and all, but I want a family-friendly home. I want my family to feel comfortable in our home. I want the kids to feel like they can pull toys out and play with them. I’d just like to have everything in its place, though. Toys piled in their bins, books stacked neatly on book shelves, and shoes resting neatly in the shoe basket by the front door.

However, life isn’t like that in Lisa Land. The toys spill over the toy box with a teddy bear flopped over the side, begging me to save him. The books are in baskets, all right, but they’re backwards, forwards, upwards, and downwards. The shoes seem to have given birth. It looks like every shoe in our closet walked straight into that basket.

So I buy organizers. You’d think, “She has the tools, now she has the ability to organize. Right?” Nope. Not me. Not here in Lisa Land.

Take, for instance, the stackable drawer bins I bought for the grandchildren to keep toys in. I printed a picture of each child and placed it on the front of their individual drawer. Smart, hmm? Nope again...still no cigar.

The drawers are stacked neatly on top of one another like they should be, but each drawer has only a toy or two toys in it. That’s it. The rest of the toys are once again spilling over the toy box. The bear still hangs there, doe eyes pleading with me.

I’m scared to death my girls will call one of those organizer shows. They’ve threatened it. (And I threatened them, of course!) They said I’m the only unorganized person they know with a million and one organizers. Go figure.

The only consolation is that my grandchildren absolutely love Lisa Land. That’s the prize at the bottom of the Cracker Jack box. The books may be askew, the toys piled, and the shoes multiplying, but they love Grandma’s house. Who could ask for more?

How to Color Sand

Your trip to the beach was a blast and you picked up some sand while you were there. What can you do with it? Color it, that’s what! Then you can use it for any craft you want and it’ll be extra special, because it’s a souvenir.

Supply list:

Fine sand
Food coloring
Water
Paper towels
Paper cups
Plastic spoons

Neat tip:

For easy cleanup, spread newspaper on the surface you’ll be working on. When you’re done, you can just fold up the newspaper and throw it out.


Here’s what you do:


Fill paper cups half full with sand.

Add enough water to cover sand.

Add food coloring. (It may take quite a bit of food coloring, depending on the shade you want. Start with a little and then add more until you get the color you want.)

Stir with a plastic spoon.

Wait for 30 minutes. It takes awhile to color the sand. Be patient!

Drain off water.

Put paper towels over the newspaper and then spread out paper towels on top of the newspaper.

Spread out the sand and allow it to dry completely.

What can you use it for?

You can use your sand for lots of different crafts. Try these:

You can glue wiggly eyes to seashells and lay them on top of the colored sand.
You can dye the sand different colors and layer them in a baby food jar.
You can put some of your sand in the bottom of a baby food jar, add water and blue food coloring and drop in a seashell. Now you have your own ocean in a jar!

The Apple Tree

My husband’s grandfather and grandmother bought a special gift for my daughter, Angie, when she was two years old. It was an apple tree. That apple tree has stood in our side yard for 23 years. It’s not just an apple tree, though. It has special meaning.

It was a beautiful spring day when Grandpa Ray and Grandma Pansy carried a bucket of water, the new tree, and a shovel to our yard. Angie followed them, so eager to help. They helped her pick a spot to plant it, explaining that it needed lots of sunlight. When Grandpa Ray started digging the hole, Angie wanted to help. Since she wasn’t big enough to push the shovel into the ground, Grandpa showed her how to place her foot on top of his and they pushed together. He helped her tenderly place the tree inside. She pushed some dirt into the hole first, and then he finished covering the tree.

Grandma Pansy handed Angie a cup and showed her how to dip the water and pour it around the newly planted tree. Angie watched the water seep into the ground.

Grandpa and Grandma talked about each step of the process as the three of them planted that tree. Angie had lots of questions. They answered each one with patience.

That apple tree flourished. I look out the window and see the small green apples that will make up this year’s harvest. There have been quarts and quarts of apple pie filling made from that one small tree. There were also apple pies and apple butter. Even though the apples are sour to the taste, each year both of my girls have to eat one straight from the tree.

Through the years, there were many hours spent in Grandma Pansy’s kitchen preparing tasty goodies. The kitchen smelled of cinnamon on those days. It was hard waiting to get a taste. My girls didn’t just watch us work. They helped. They turned the apple peeler when they were little, and they filled jars and helped in other ways when they were bigger.

Grandpa Ray and Grandma Pansy are both gone now, but the apple tree remains. So do the memories of all the apples and years past. Good memories. Memories of family time, laughter, and love shared with people near and dear to our hearts.

It was something as simple as planting a tree, but in the process, they created memories.

Create memories. Share with your loved ones… time, laughter, and love. There’s nothing else in the world like it.

The Ability to Laugh at Myself

Ask me about it sometime… the ability to laugh at myself. I have that ability. It came at an early age, because I was always doing silly things… and getting caught doing them!

I’ve had a sense of humor as long as I can remember. Between that and my crazy laugh, my friends in school dubbed me “Chuckles.” Yes, a silly nickname. But they hit the nail on the head.

Some days I wonder how I end up doing the silly things I do. Like the time I tried to remove my pantyhose without removing my slacks first. Or the time I fell across a mop bucket in gym class…a mop bucket with wheels! Talk about the ride of my life!

Through these and other goofy moments in my life, I’ve gained the knowledge that there are times in our lives when we just have to laugh at ourselves. Why not? Sure, it might be embarrassing, but it might also be hilarious. Why not just admit it and have fun with it? I mean, come on... I ended up with a pair of pantyhose with one leg made to fit a long-legged giraffe and the other made to fit a short-legged pony! Who else in the world could say that? (If you’re raising your hand at this point, we have to talk!)

I realize there are times to be serious and there are times to have fun. I’ve had a lot of the serious side. But I’ve also had a lot of the funny side. Our lives are what we make them. If we don’t share laughter, we’re missing out on blessings. Laughter brings people together. It makes a day brighter.

I laugh, therefore I'm blessed.

Through finding the ability to laugh at yourself, you too will be blessed. You’ll find a smile on your face as well as a smile on the faces of others. You’ll also discover the sunshine in your day.

Laugh. Laugh hard, laugh long, and laugh with others.

Be blessed.

The People Watcher

My Grandma Susie was a very special part of my family’s life. Grandparents are wonderful people. They have so much to teach us. There was a particular day when I was about 10-years old that Grandma taught me a special lesson.

My mother, Grandma Susie, sisters, and I were shopping. I’d grown tired and asked Momma if I could sit beside Grandma. She took me to Grandma, who was sitting on a bench beside the exit doors, and then went to finish her shopping.

I sat quietly for a few minutes. Grandma also sat quietly, her slim hands folded together atop her pocketbook. She watched as each customer walked through the doors. She followed the procession of people, her head turning back and forth, back and forth. She didn’t utter a word. Finally, I couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

“Grandma, what are you doing?”

“Why, I’m watching people, Lisa.”

I hesitated before asking my next question. “Why?”

Grandma Susie stopped and looked down at me with a gentle smile on her face before going back to the procession. She spoke as her head turned from side to side.

“Lisa Ann, there are millions of people in the world. God made each one of them different. They have different noses, different eyes, different skin…each one is unique.”

I pondered Grandma’s words and began watching the procession. She was right. One man’s nose was long; the other man’s nose was short with a bump on the end; one woman’s skin was creamy; the other woman’s skin was dark brown. I tried to find two people that looked alike as we waited for Momma to finish shopping. I couldn’t.

That day, my Grandma Susie passed on her love for “people watching.” I love to sit quietly on the sideline and look at the differences in people’s faces, eyes, lips, and noses… the things that make them each an individual. Those individuals create such an interesting world around us if you just take the time to stop and look.

When you look at others, appreciate what makes them different. Difference isn’t a bad thing. It’s what makes us unique.

Fourth of July Wishes

The Fourth of July, Independence Day… whichever you choose, tomorrow will be celebrated throughout the country with families and friends gathering for fireworks, barbeque, desserts, and some good old socializing.

Kids and adults alike will enjoy breathtaking fireworks displays. Who can’t help but “oooh” and “aaah” at the beautiful colors popping and bursting overhead, threads, spinners, and tails trailing through the air until they disappear into the darkened sky?

I’m a sucker for the displays. When my children were young, I sometimes thought I enjoyed the fireworks more than they did. But of course, I’ll always be a child at heart. I believe our world would be a much happier place if we try to remember what it’s like to be a child.

Watch the sky tomorrow night. Watch it light up with the hues of the rainbow. Then find a young child’s face. I’m sure it will put a smile upon your face as they’re enraptured with the sights before them. Remember what it’s like to have that fascination, that awe and that sense of wonder at something so amazing, so untouchable… and then remember the child inside you.

Enjoy your family, your friends, and especially your children. Teach them the history of Independence Day, but above all, teach them to enjoy childhood, to grasp the moment and end the day with a smile!

HAPPY FOURTH!

Lisa Kirby


For the history of July the Fourth, click on the link below.
http://www.history.com/minisites/fourthofjuly/

“The Case of Beethoven’s Bandit” by T.A. Sigafus

Whether or not your interests include music, “The Case of Beethoven’s Bandit” is a book that will engage readers with laughter and suspense. I met the author, T.A. (Terri) Sigafus, and had the pleasure of spending a couple of hours with her at the 2007 Missouri Writer’s Guild Conference in St. Charles, Missouri. I found her to be an extremely charming and sweet person. Also a talented musician, Terri plays the cello and she shares her love for music through her writing. (She and her husband, Chad, create acoustic, folk-inspired children’s music.)

In “The Case of Beethoven’s Bandit,” Sigafus mixes mystery and music for an entertaining story. The Little Maestros—Gert, Alexander, Wallaby, and Gracie—and their conductor, Madam Macaroni, receive a piece of music from their friend, Professor Podges. The music contains a hidden message. The children can’t find Professor Podges, and so they search for him and the pieces of Beethoven’s unfinished tenth symphony.

The mystery is written in an entertaining way and children are taught a little about music in a subtle manner as they read this enchanting book. The characters are endearing and well crafted. My granddaughter and I read the book together. We read only a couple chapters each time she spent the night, and she was excited about starting each new chapter. We found ourselves laughing together often throughout the story.

Terri talked about how she conceived the idea for the four main characters in her book. Four of her students in the private lessons she conducted were cut-ups and the Little Maestros were created. Having met Terri, I even noticed resemblances between Madame Macaroni and Terri. (Gotta love her!)

The book is a wonderful read and I look forward to reading more of Terri’s books. Be sure to pick up “The Case of Beethoven’s Bandit” and curl up and enjoy!

Visit Terri’s websites at the links below and happy reading!

Official website of T.A. Sigafus http://www.tasigafus.com/

Meet the Little Maestros http://www.tasigafus.com/id1.html