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See below for a small snapshot of the article or click <a href="http://issuu.com/voicemagazineforwomen/docs/voice_magazine_0411/10">here</a> and scroll to page 10 to see it online.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit6-Nsydt9CxNeTmAdv046szEBqGlsAF-yJVQKaKLWCzXDpMegMt5ZVKHn2mQacFyD38AdnrXXIp__QVPkhD40U0BDezHqRGEXbIfSJgjZMEcciVmKtC_nBpQqU8CWOqTtGvKPsaUmTy0/s1600/April+2011.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595511325794286962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit6-Nsydt9CxNeTmAdv046szEBqGlsAF-yJVQKaKLWCzXDpMegMt5ZVKHn2mQacFyD38AdnrXXIp__QVPkhD40U0BDezHqRGEXbIfSJgjZMEcciVmKtC_nBpQqU8CWOqTtGvKPsaUmTy0/s320/April+2011.jpg" /></a> Voice Magazine is the only women's magazine in Southwest Virginia & Northeast Tennessee. You can pick up your complimentary copy at more than 650 locations throughout the region. Look for me in the coming months too!</div>Thanks, Voice, for featuring me! <a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Shoutycrackers/titles/marthasig3.png" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-82016212738878987012011-03-08T14:06:00.003-05:002011-03-08T14:21:22.346-05:00Voice Magazine for Women: March<div align="justify">Check out my article in the March issue of <a href="http://www.voicemagazineforwomen.com/">Voice Magazine for Women</a>! It's a "before and after" of my sons' changing table, which I now use in my family room. See below for a small snapshot of the article or click <a href="http://issuu.com/voicemagazineforwomen/docs/0311_voice_magazine_web">here</a> and scroll to page 20 to see it online.</div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581789275443356562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOe4p-jjKacSDtK8NLFjlh_INOvIQAp_OsIFzO4717KLX6zZiOlf_UtqfF5EklKmIgRX6YaVfSYVbMWr12x3YWnbYHKXZPzIwGQsCsad3lwrZXguKiBkrvoDa3WIpqtMz_hWe-da8IFlE/s320/March+2011.jpg" /> <p align="justify">Voice Magazine is the only women's magazine in Southwest Virginia & Northeast Tennessee. You can pick up your complimentary copy at more than 650 locations throughout the region. Look for me in April too!</p><p align="justify">Thanks, Voice, for featuring me!</p><br /><br /><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Shoutycrackers/titles/marthasig3.png" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-50124985763908448122011-02-11T11:49:00.003-05:002011-02-11T13:44:16.465-05:00Voice Magazine for Women: February<div align="justify">Check out my article in the February issue of <a href="http://www.voicemagazineforwomen.com/">Voice Magazine for Women</a>! See below for a small snapshot of it or click <a href="http://issuu.com/voicemagazineforwomen/docs/voice_magazine_feb_11">here</a> and scroll to page 11 to see it online</div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7cgp4Ak0WMFJoU7Ct0VJ7cqNKzSYZ9cQMmsmgbilwebGtM9Nr2qyupGq8gDkMAdOO6Nhlw4zt4u5_AXjOT8j2o22lJE3kC0hx5z7gmnZZd_K3NeBP7AsPfRd-9Z6Zuk9sNNd2tYC1F9k/s1600/February+2011.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572502680076026274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7cgp4Ak0WMFJoU7Ct0VJ7cqNKzSYZ9cQMmsmgbilwebGtM9Nr2qyupGq8gDkMAdOO6Nhlw4zt4u5_AXjOT8j2o22lJE3kC0hx5z7gmnZZd_K3NeBP7AsPfRd-9Z6Zuk9sNNd2tYC1F9k/s320/February+2011.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Voice Magazine is the only women's magazine in Southwest Virginia & Northeast Tennessee. You can pick up your copy at more than 650 locations throughout the region. Look for me in March too. </div><br />Thanks, Voice, for featuring me!<br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Shoutycrackers/titles/marthasig3.png" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-48466683516370916472011-01-06T14:39:00.004-05:002011-01-07T15:20:18.187-05:00Voice Magazine for Women: January<div align="justify">Check out my article in the January issue of <a href="http://www.voicemagazineforwomen.com/">Voice Magazine for Women</a>! See below for a small snapshot of it or click <a href="http://issuu.com/voicemagazineforwomen/docs/0111?mode=embed&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Flight%2Flayout.xml&showFlipBtn=true">here</a> and scroll to page 11 to see it online.</div><p align="justify"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559540426624252946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvaRaABim3PDeHsZjCi77MrA6UpMNLc8tebrr6OG0vXLtY6HKK75TLEKI5ZnPHT8lrssxJMO4bCgT5YQgY7C72Jd5W8u8ZOdGkBiC6cW2bKLwrcmP6ZyVtJhKpllK7ZDNnREGk-ShMzWI/s320/January+2011.jpg" />Voice Magazine is the only women's magazine in Southwest Virginia & Northeast Tennessee. You can pick up your copy at more than 650 locations throughout the region. Look for me in February too. </p><p align="justify">Thanks, Voice, for featuring me!<br /></p><br /><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Shoutycrackers/titles/marthasig3.png" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-16017294221406130472010-12-22T15:10:00.003-05:002010-12-22T15:20:48.588-05:00Cake Pops!<div align="justify">My mom and I (along with some well-intended help from the kids) made cake pops for the kids' preschool Christmas parties. Basically, they are cake balls on a lollipop stick. Check out the <a href="http://www.bakerella.com/">Bakerella</a> website for instructions and tons of cute ideas. <br /><br /></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553602121070620354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmikjuh8znBE_jIRBbQ7f4H7unEISqXmZGiDDEbfvg90Ta9hFyqE1Prcvt6iaUjV4cllECV_wgHlqaIbDrMQhZH5hD85X93S7xjuAOHCiOn_p_8rFHOOMbpizfKMPw7g5e3DCQcf1Xv_o/s320/IMG_1166.JPG" /> <p align="justify"><br />Although time-consuming, they are relatively easy to make and lots of fun. Not to mention yummy. And as the name says, you can literally POP the whole thing in your mouth! Ours were devils food cake/white icing for the ball, covered in melted red candy coatings. We also melted some green candy coatings, put it in a plastic mustard bottle and drizzled some on top. </p><p align="justify">While we were working on the pops we stuck them in a floral styrofoam block. For the finishing touch we wrapped each in a tiny treat bag and tied a tag onto it (the kids punched the tag with a heart-shaped hole punch). All the supplies can be found on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/">Amazon</a>.<br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553602117504885186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyhk0q5y06UXYetsJ8wvL7R03caVMwYlbLQ-lUfhU-foGcf96RuX3rgB9o6j7A7j86ZzqR-6IyyXuZQrxpbu9sJgM95mdX0NvhFjIPVJP0WZqXe3_PoOAI90_Xqq_BcMZwWxwu4QgSUfU/s320/IMG_1196.JPG" /><br /><br />We had a few left over...but they didn't last long around my house!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Shoutycrackers/titles/marthasig3.png" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-70907882453540034312010-12-06T13:05:00.003-05:002011-02-11T11:47:08.798-05:00Voice Magazine for Women: December<div align="justify">Check out my article in the December issue of <a href="http://www.voicemagazineforwomen.com/">Voice Magazine for Women</a>! See below for a small snapshot of it or click <a href="http://issuu.com/voicemagazineforwomen/docs/1210_voice_magazine_december_for_web">here</a> and scroll to page 10 to see it online. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547970090141774738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIjA99RqPXAWESRsqPaf7J7R0veLLTx8cTKXKOm6OYSSN59JiCImNKZkQNt3KBD73ZvYuCUq2TKcZxTZMV-Qr0r1qGx1uXKUM4lL1S7kwxuYpde3_UVG0-dD972Y3-JY1SrtHHQfiRFDk/s320/December+2010.jpg" /> <p align="justify">Voice Magazine is the only women's magazine in Southwest Virginia & Northeast Tennessee. You can pick up your free copy at more 650 locations throughout the region. Look for me in January and February too. Thanks, Voice, for featuring me!<br /><br /></p><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Shoutycrackers/titles/marthasig3.png" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-85410818500947518932010-11-17T12:07:00.006-05:002010-11-17T12:55:46.462-05:00Mirror, Mirror on the Wall!<div align="justify">My children's school, <a href="http://www.sullinsacademy.org/">Sullins Academy</a>, recently held its annual auction to benefit the school. This is the school's biggest fundraiser and there was no shortage of work done by the students, teachers and moms. Each class has an art project for the live auction and I was in charge of the 3-year-old class (after all, I do have 3 of the 10 toddlers in the class!). </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />The goal of the project is to do something creative, have each child participate and sell (you hope) to a parent at a high price! I decided to do a mirror surrounded by handpainted tiles fired in the kiln at our local ceramics studio, Kil'n Time (a big thank you to the owners, who graciously donated all the supplies). </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />All of the classes had amazing art projects, but I must say I am especially proud of Mrs. Oliver's class for doing such a wonderful job! Here is the finished mirror (and my reflection, snapping the photo!):</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540568236578931186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNWfdrdqfDcew5HM8zVooIAcZTLkLhk9N7H6SK6mxUJL1GBzZSTQFGNZ70LZfiqNgbaKpgBQ0fvI2zv0DFn805Gxf7SxPMsfs25EKWuKgcspKhxVnA-PUsMHi3V1643GhyphenhyphenkIGwsZZutaM/s320/IMG_1058.JPG" /> <div align="justify">First, I painted a border around the tiles the kids were to paint, along with each child's name. Then they painted whatever they wanted on the tiles. Mrs. Oliver painted a tile too. </div><div align="justify"> </div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Kbu8MShFl5DLa7H8hmzqROPcY9oX_YFOqfTU1rRyhF7-ginjDupTDkHofNGluSdh5RWDl4i1pr9bkdsreyiqW0pWlBfzjUITTJAjVDqbh-z6NAJK0gsJlXWccCAiO3fYiAXcNPu-fPk/s1600/Mirror+2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540568124586743714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Kbu8MShFl5DLa7H8hmzqROPcY9oX_YFOqfTU1rRyhF7-ginjDupTDkHofNGluSdh5RWDl4i1pr9bkdsreyiqW0pWlBfzjUITTJAjVDqbh-z6NAJK0gsJlXWccCAiO3fYiAXcNPu-fPk/s320/Mirror+2.JPG" /></a> Next, I took pictures of each child (and Mrs. O.), traced them on a tile, and painted a background. Kil'n Time used a special technique to fire the photos in a sepia tone on the tiles. I painted a couple of filler tiles with the school and class name, and voila, we had a finished product that went for $1,200 at the auction! Ok...I must admit that my dad was the one who bought it, but still there were many bidders driving up the price!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx0uhyphenhyphenA3AzRv2GMu98ePZGIVnMUN32XNWdwZ6MG-sF7cNM47KEAOi5tw2ZRaMy4M3M4MfeoaPEb3TaUy_8cEvaM5IYn8bVCRN7gfhe4JXiC4j2dHHo70ZMRu_7-1lpscOaxG5kT_Dy29g/s1600/Mirror+3.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540568121471218354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx0uhyphenhyphenA3AzRv2GMu98ePZGIVnMUN32XNWdwZ6MG-sF7cNM47KEAOi5tw2ZRaMy4M3M4MfeoaPEb3TaUy_8cEvaM5IYn8bVCRN7gfhe4JXiC4j2dHHo70ZMRu_7-1lpscOaxG5kT_Dy29g/s320/Mirror+3.JPG" /></a><br />I also donated 18 pairs of earrings for the silent auction. Last I checked they were going for around $900, which made me very happy!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIFxWW-j14MFJj_flkK_PDXxX6e1nNLYVyX7xeQ7Z6QgKKckJmFZEuVcqUEmiAl6datlCkF34Uz6NPCMu0YFeqS_amrK47LR6isyQu_SkOpUOaPx-rwEeL5C8Njz5s54Dq7bQmBReFxco/s1600/Earrings+2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540568104875920514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIFxWW-j14MFJj_flkK_PDXxX6e1nNLYVyX7xeQ7Z6QgKKckJmFZEuVcqUEmiAl6datlCkF34Uz6NPCMu0YFeqS_amrK47LR6isyQu_SkOpUOaPx-rwEeL5C8Njz5s54Dq7bQmBReFxco/s320/Earrings+2.JPG" /></a><br />I displayed them on this enormous box that almost didn't fit on the silent auction tables. Covered in turquoise burlap (fun but messy) and leopard ribbon, it has an artsy sphere made out of chicken wire at the top.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_XUcvCKgDBmEOpXTcTBRxf8vqeassoUjGQC22so85KrIo-8_fr7qJqB1wf4ygnqt1nVFj5MYYwq-9hW64jqT8avpODbXhfSg_Bgg01oO5J5LA3oPPNrsVsrwGYMppaZeLJ_Twz6g9oQ/s1600/Earrings.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540568101897318578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_XUcvCKgDBmEOpXTcTBRxf8vqeassoUjGQC22so85KrIo-8_fr7qJqB1wf4ygnqt1nVFj5MYYwq-9hW64jqT8avpODbXhfSg_Bgg01oO5J5LA3oPPNrsVsrwGYMppaZeLJ_Twz6g9oQ/s320/Earrings.JPG" /></a><br />Before we put the tiles on the mirror, Jackson helped me paint the frame.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVdVG_bI-1CA9qqxIgk5EhpG2QqEV2sj4JZuIrMWGpRQ8x58Vpe21xC3jSSQYmLli0Zn0vNsztJRJtcIr4vlbWPjdoBA1ujFdVWGlMCjSXuqyHgP9p5LX5-OvvaCXEYs3y87FhmaFE-mc/s1600/Mirror+4.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540568092483532738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVdVG_bI-1CA9qqxIgk5EhpG2QqEV2sj4JZuIrMWGpRQ8x58Vpe21xC3jSSQYmLli0Zn0vNsztJRJtcIr4vlbWPjdoBA1ujFdVWGlMCjSXuqyHgP9p5LX5-OvvaCXEYs3y87FhmaFE-mc/s320/Mirror+4.JPG" /></a><br />His t-shirt may not have helped the Cowboys win, but Sullins definitely won at the auction!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Shoutycrackers/titles/marthasig3.png" /></a></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-2726839797602570292010-11-04T09:57:00.005-04:002010-11-05T13:40:50.802-04:00What's in a Name?Thank you, <a href="http://www.initialpresents.com/">Initial Presents, Inc.</a> for featuring my kids on your Facebook page!<br /><br /><div align="justify">Initial Presents is an adorable store in Buffalo, New York, owned and operated by my step-sister Debbie and her sister-in-law Patti. They carry every kind of gift you can imagine, ranging from home accessories to jewelry (they've been kind enough to sell my jewelry from time to time!) to clothing. And they do a ton of monogramming...</div><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535695679611005250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixvtKGeSkNhOZvLnQuS_Qa-ldlBHKa3EYcZIgAtZqWmnDvkKC63HtdzbDEF1_RuARPi1RNGArBUixPUPszwo2nBkcJUjDzWJ-TlJN7yKiFLX-k8HKIjvewPxXi8Xc6bTCfZjGRO2i06SA/s320/Thanksgiving+2008.jpg" /></p><p align="justify">Debbie and her sisters gave me these cute monogrammed sweaters for my kids a couple of years ago. They have grown since then, of course, but we enjoyed the sweaters and it was fun not to have to tell everyone their names all the time when they wore them! </p><p align="justify">You can find the sweaters and more on their website <a href="http://www.initialpresents.com/">(click here)</a> and you can like them on FB by clicking <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1105749109#!/pages/Williamsville-NY/Initial-Presents-Inc/164390191006">here</a>. </p><p align="justify">Think of the fun you could have with monogramming! I once saw a college-aged guy who had his phone number monogrammed on his shirt. A not-so-subtle way to advertise that he's available!<br /><br /></p><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Shoutycrackers/titles/marthasig3.png" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-30598475708166084682010-10-15T10:57:00.004-04:002010-10-15T11:06:25.154-04:00A Shot of Turquoise<div align="justify">I love anything and everything turquoise! My son's nursery was turquoise and lime green. I love turquoise walls, dishes, earrings, belts and post-it-notes. Here is my latest turquoise acquisition...cowboy boots with a lovely turquoise swirly pattern!<br /></div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528287597626145922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj07VPeMETtXHbW1UPo34FWfYQgSshxThh1ayrnJ41gRTwcw0NESxfEHxkA4QoXiAw3SBSuqFO0MeItpaeoxKWkDOkGTh77vxtgt2JwNpiS6qbBy3UyNaa2DCdbmtvRHg3SQd5C9nq6ADs/s320/IMG00623-20100928-2038.jpg" />But wait! If you look closely you might be able to tell...they are rubber! I can wear them out in the rain and snow! I can't wait to try them out this fall and winter. And they are ultra comfy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdQ2Sw7sJozI70FqKSIs8qjBj87Cd76crsUM0y2JKCpjv6YtiPjXNMk_CJv9Y1W14V3yKBd5bpXb46nG78A0JoxnZTLalYF9YcPSYX4kg8gk8ttndrG4PqhLA4BoAZWZf1jkLpqib8tWg/s1600/IMG00623-20100928-2038.jpg"></a><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528287589020727010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNhe_AqqjD4h3NDhiaZFPwoTlBOYCx6L71HgjDPTCtCZXKQA1rxHosb-LW0JvaYwr_8NLjel2u_Gz72NSCh4LVsSvNyfb2fOB6jfFcGRbihLLzRYNnKRAtca8CiYoaVQAj3FwpI2eczfk/s320/IMG00016-20100105-1236.jpg" /><br />A pick up truck like this would be my ultimate turquoise find. But I bet the driver of this one wouldn't be caught dead in rubber cowboy boots. <div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Shoutycrackers/titles/marthasig3.png" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-24094411962625854672010-10-07T10:27:00.039-04:002010-10-08T09:37:26.761-04:00wWw dot George<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525665426063737682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh11a59uuwV5oNN7eBzW0Zy_zsjxCvjfIlCx8eUXnQOehYd_elIgyWZ3w47Y4ZxCpOORebuiVw4fo_vH1AIOL_aMr4bMJ7XBUCR8V8dOMBfnblzSUMb_dNkp_TqozyAFTj0WeUM-aZPQUc/s320/20101008085916433_Page_1.jpg" /> <div align="justify">Recently my friend Vannessa and I had the rare opportunity, courtesy of my dad, to meet former President George W. Bush at <a href="http://www.theoldefarm.com/">The Olde Farm</a> in Bristol, Virginia. The event was a fundraiser for two schools in Grundy, Virginia: <a href="http://www.asl.edu/">The Appalachian School of Law</a> and <a href="http://www.acpharm.org/">The Appalachian College of Pharmacy</a>. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Securing a spot for the evening was, uh, a little pricey, but supporting two great schools and hob-knobbing with a former President was well worth it. No matter your politics, hearing George W speak only a few feet away was the opportunity of a lifetime.</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525665417060206386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb_18JH2FOhPUz6xcfuXZSg2BFa48iVGVRFlJKdIuA3DP9rXF_uZoV5emLz7pU_zWQtBOea5DwtWJ22YGpiAj2-3GMLyMteDHAOcf9Whorbe7VOUpGCbzCT5DKLGVxaHW7Hh4v6iMx78g/s320/DSC_8183.JPG" /><br /><div align="justify">Did I mention the security clearance was no small feat? Social Security numbers, birthdates, deceased pets' names and bra sizes all required. A wave of relief came over us when we got word we had been cleared (apparently the Secret Service had failed to look into our activities of the '80s).<br /></div><div align="justify"><br />The evening began with cocktails and music in the clubhouse. Luckily I happened to be standing near the door when who should walk in but the President himself! I was star-struck! My heart skipped a beat a minute later when, in front of the crowd, my dad introduced me to him as his daughter...do you think he will remember me if there is a next time?!?</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">As part of the experience, we were all allowed "one click of the camera per person" with W. Somehow I managed to get two clicks while Secret Service was having a donut break. Up-close and personal, Mr. President was charming, handsome and looking slightly tanned (all the stresses of his former job clearly a distant memory). Vannessa and I almost drooled on his Hickey Freeman suit. He put his arms around us like we were old friends. Vannessa even managed to talk to him for a minute about their similarities, one of which is having reared twin girls.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525665411506983458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7MPo_ZwCp3391QRutv2quju2NgUXK06BFejrH9rQNvY3GSNGc_60tu_aGh9pKsRQ1Ih6l0uI3m0Lb8fz9e0GpF8F_nOTOIMbWKSaE1idyILyj_2BToFfLuztSlotndbl6C206tHj8Fb0/s320/VannessaDavidMartha.jpg" /><br /></div><div align="justify">As if that weren't enough, George W's talk after our Kobe beef dinner was even better (and in case you are wondering, George drank O'Doul's throughout the evening). Vannessa, my cousin David and I sat in awe for nearly two hours. He was down-to-earth, refreshing and real. He talked about Laura (referring to her as "baby") and his girls, the Oval Office (Laura designed a rug for the office with a sun on it for his tenure...we taxpayers now own it), what he misses most (the White House pastry chef and being the most pampered person in the world), and his parents. During his first days as President, his dad was visiting him in the White House when a few men came out of his closet (literally; whether figuratively is for another blog post). George W asked Senior what that was all about and he replied that they were his valets. W said, "valets? We're from Texas! We don't need guys for that!" To which his dad replied, "trust me, son, you'll get used to it!" And he did.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />He gave us a "tour" of the Oval Office. Each President may pick a portrait of a former President to hang in the office during his tenure. After careful consideration, Bush chose his father "in his heart" and Abraham Lincoln to hang on the wall (W read over 15 biographies of Lincoln while he was in office). And rather than use a new desk for the Oval Office, W chose one that had been used by both FDR and JFK. Interestingly, the desk had originally been open in the front but FDR added a door so as to hide the fact that he was in a wheelchair (which most Americans of that time did not know, in an age before media). Most of us will remember seeing a picture of John John poking his head out that same door when his dad was President. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />On a more somber note, he talked about his immediate reactions upon learning about the events of 9/11. He had none right away; like most of us, he sat in shocked silence.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />The evening wrapped with W spending about an hour answering questions. My question to him was how had he shielded his daughters from the media and constant pressures. He answered by saying that that had always been a top priority for his family and he felt the media had been gracious in handling Jenna and Barbara. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />I can't wait to read his new book, <a href="http://www.georgewbush.com/">Decision Points</a>, available November 9th. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525665406950891986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwxzg0cpkoxYJ69S7Fwj_BJotFHtsAOoNtqF0YtN6T7u90FKweFfdz2uLB_ZdUEUTw69BsTvWCv23YvK6B6azHSSHRHuSlC_lRpkh7T96i9vpNbuWhStg3-CC92jsn5mnDzDAiEBm7TqI/s320/MarthaWVannessa.jpg" /><br /><div align="justify">One final story to illustrate just how approachable the former President is. A friend of ours had played golf with him that day at The Olde Farm and had worried for a week or more over what attire would be appropriate in such company (even more interesting, the friend is a guy). Solid or striped shirt? Shorts or pants? Boxers or briefs? After much debate with his wife, he finally showed up for the game only to find W in cargo shorts and an untucked shirt (snipers on the hill notwithstanding). It just goes to show that President or not, we all just want to be comfy!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Shoutycrackers/titles/marthasig3.png" /></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-11098114273029355782010-09-06T09:13:00.005-04:002010-09-06T10:04:48.123-04:00School's In!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir0jvsIyXDSepnfDoP7Qj3RBBEYlaHy8AzIeOYnmQaWvmhbVWcb6ZTjBoTZ_cYhylSCQMDdSQVOrjveKeNjcnwjTjbhTzOOqSRI8ccBsRpWMCfmxf76Gh8G1RqVkPD41keEAJleF3T1QM/s1600/First+Day+of+School.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513801128540463986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir0jvsIyXDSepnfDoP7Qj3RBBEYlaHy8AzIeOYnmQaWvmhbVWcb6ZTjBoTZ_cYhylSCQMDdSQVOrjveKeNjcnwjTjbhTzOOqSRI8ccBsRpWMCfmxf76Gh8G1RqVkPD41keEAJleF3T1QM/s320/First+Day+of+School.jpg" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I was going to start this entry about my children going to preschool with a note about my little baby birds leaving the nest, but then I realized that not only are they not actually “leaving” the nest, but they are actually commanding more space in the nest—four times the space, in fact!</div><br /><div><br /><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal">As it has always been with my little gaggle, starting school means everything comes in fours. First up came four little place settings for breakfast. Even though I was sad to see them off, I wanted them to feel like school was an exciting, happy thing. I wanted to show them that today was no ordinary day, it was the first day of school! How better to do that than with a nice table set with these cheerful plates and glasses?</p><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513788258574790002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKbV3VQM5PrtocJlvsfVXH_JAWOJYeQvvVqbTsj0_3qUqQG4jMUEEWLOyEqATK1y2roLxm_fgF_w3jGsVPQkgw9rfrOmQKXOtbooIW5fC8WWDqecKQmH88VAJp4-PxBsOkVm7yviBP32U/s320/brekkies.jpg" /><br /><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal">After breakfast it was time to get their supplies organized. As you can see, the Mommy Marker was out in force (fource? ha!) With four of everything (sometimes more) it would be a nightmare to try and keep supplies organized in any other way. Glue sticks, wipes, bags, shirts, every-every-every-everything gets a name! Labeling everything not only ensures that you send your children out the door with the stuff they need, but they will end up with the correct items when they get there (with a little help from the teacher, of course).</p><br /><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmcH85a-nWwrmwyf8t-bM4UgdnMX-CcNm4ZxjwsVi8LnbwY0WpgoZTRwjL4ENMevoJ8d2eNB3Eok6d8fts48ub7IZeeaAbEnYuv_fJCkzh6xg1b9LnvrUFA_CB692bOfSdX7BZgan-fSU/s320/supplies.jpg" /></p><br /><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal">Of course, no schoolchild’s load would be complete without a tasty lunch. My times-foursome is no different! These lunch boxes are not only an absolute blast and super cute, but they also make it easy for each of my children to find his or her lunch among all the others (I guarantee nobody else in class will have one like it!). </p><br /><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLhWKaI5nDLMKhtzXRt2kX5krzfTmCzVZqNdHn0ScArbGaK6oM2YNDafeBfvo5_3jKmoGzY_y3BxUW8tg-4jDvQmQ7z8pJJGdq6iPGwSxKgBtW2VPel4O5KeMycxruniGMFZCAg8Wfl1I/s320/lunches.jpg" /></p><br /><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal">So there you have it. You know, it used to be when my children left the house I had to keep track of four sets of clothes, diapers, and bottles. Now it’s four lunch boxes, glue sticks, and backpacks! Where did the time go?!</p></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none" class="Apple-style-span"></span></a><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Shoutycrackers/titles/marthasig3.png" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-9686996531004879052010-05-25T17:37:00.002-04:002010-05-25T17:57:14.649-04:00May I have the attention of the class?<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>While attending a recent law school reunion in Williamsburg I happened to visit my favorite bar in the area, the Greenleafe. Lo and behold, my wandering eye found this:</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBk369rToi76RZFLvkaZoa_22ipEs-WH2dmpLpM77aSOG4At0I2Oao-QSSnxpQLXn5-2pHyJcpWjK5G9Fp0zjsoESjT0ATM5S1sCA0iT2Ke_4V1qiTwbLvhysZf5FulAUdM3KTwa0H9ww/s320/chalkboard" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475325487629179842" /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's an old chalkboard with what looks to be every MBL team logo sketched out in colored chalk. As was the case with the cars <a href="http://theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-tape-will-travel.html">in my last entry</a>, I simply don't know what the story is here. I do know, however, that I really like the layout and how it fits in with the rest of the bar decor (you can't tell from the picture, but just trust me on this one!) </div><div><br /></div><div>I'd sure like to know who the artist was and how long it took him or her to complete this. Check out Detroit's logo in the bottom right--that's some seriously nice work!</div><div><br /></div><div>That got me thinking (of course). Wouldn't it be a blast to find one or two of these, hang them on a wall, and let your kids go to town with some big, chunky pieces of sidewalk chalk? Sure, they make the chalkboard paint, but I think you'd miss the smoothness of a real board. The adult in me says it would be fun to keep a big honkin' calendar on one, but that adult is fighting with the kid in me who wants to lay down on it and let somebody trace me. To be a kid again!</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Shoutycrackers/titles/marthasig3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-31285700779926036492010-05-22T17:10:00.006-04:002010-05-22T17:57:17.036-04:00Have Tape, Will Travel<div style="text-align: justify;">I have often found inspiration in the most unusual places, especially when it comes to design and decoration. Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while will agree that, many times, I will do my darndest to figure out how to use something way, way outside its intended use! This is one of the reasons why I love, love, love antique stores and flea markets!</div><div><br /></div><div>That being said, I am conflicted as to what I think about these choices:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHx3PVlwSJCQbk939R-cusKUuoXD5Z8ZRBBjsGLYcXAcCpeohg-8J2CTh5F_XLr8kJ0bLmMh2alpDJe3nhBiK44UliCrInkjXCp6HM7cjgwudEDp7ZYfzjKsAaY-7P_9onWsV20RvmrWA/s320/Cars.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474207973674776818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">Yes, that is blue duct tape covering the fronts of both these cars. What's more, there were three others exactly like them! The explanations are endless. Could one of them have gotten into an accident, repaired his car with tape, and, in a show of solidarity, his friends all did the same? Were they going to a convention of duct tape-covered cars? Was this some sort of street racing club? It's difficult to say. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">I do know that I desperately wish I had been able to get a picture of all 5 cars without being too obvious! I also know that the "Unorthodox Use Queen" in me applauds the drivers for figuring out a different way to add a splash of color to their vehicles. </span>You might say it was as if my eyes were stuck to them (sorry! had to!)</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">While I can't say I endorse this sort of use for duct tape, I definitely give these guys an A for effort. If anybody out there knows where these gentlemen were headed, drop me line. I'd love to know!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Shoutycrackers/titles/marthasig3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-73402445694218586832010-05-10T09:17:00.005-04:002010-05-10T09:44:14.088-04:00Happy Mother's Day!<div style="text-align: justify;">I think it’s fitting that Mother’s Day falls right in the middle of the nicest part of spring. Not only are the flowers in full bloom (and what mom doesn’t like flowers?), but there are reminders everywhere of just how universal the experience is of being a mother. Take this obviously busy lady for example:<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLr15Wcz9mORsbpoD78FsffXQLNyb1__lhvAm6dhrckJjZw5tIdVH8ThO3WrzutAq-SU46xryBRvMZBBEoO4AgaPcNBszRPXqpAUJF7wMLB0mu_J-VNzgT0BRdQnSCJTp_FpFFKMf1O8A/s1600/Ducks+Zoom.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLr15Wcz9mORsbpoD78FsffXQLNyb1__lhvAm6dhrckJjZw5tIdVH8ThO3WrzutAq-SU46xryBRvMZBBEoO4AgaPcNBszRPXqpAUJF7wMLB0mu_J-VNzgT0BRdQnSCJTp_FpFFKMf1O8A/s320/Ducks+Zoom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469636224441927378" border="0" /></a><br />Now that’s a chore, trying to get all those little ones through the parking lot quickly and safely! What mom can’t identify with that? Moms, how many times have you had to navigate a toddler or two (or three…or four…) through the grocery store parking lot while also pushing the buggy and looking for your shopping list in your crowded purse?<br /><br />Fortunately, moms are nothing if not superhuman, and it all gets done somehow, even crossing the road with a "gaggle" of little ones!:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJUzHlCPrYAGI_wuRQlkkwUUONCE-pKE6EYZSt79Tbdq8b_ZC6aEK7rsFlrNjasihyVE6I12aNqDdd3Qcdpln-uYRNH5cJIfbOnGBz4-vNN8Ie5TGbHp95rgcrKyM9p0TX4lpdcL6Xng/s1600/Geese+Zoom.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJUzHlCPrYAGI_wuRQlkkwUUONCE-pKE6EYZSt79Tbdq8b_ZC6aEK7rsFlrNjasihyVE6I12aNqDdd3Qcdpln-uYRNH5cJIfbOnGBz4-vNN8Ie5TGbHp95rgcrKyM9p0TX4lpdcL6Xng/s320/Geese+Zoom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469636378160339010" border="0" /></a><br />That’s what being a mom is all about, after all. You’re part superhero, part referee, part shepherd, part doctor, and part maid, with all those parts held together by a big dollop of love! I think that’s why I love Mother’s Day being in the middle of spring, because between the flowers, nice weather, and nice green trees it feels like the whole world is giving moms a high-five. All in all, though, the best reward comes from being able to come home to my own little ducklings every day:<o:p></o:p><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ohaSP7CiPnN9s8uaDZzNC33JVCKhnld-rasHOap2ylQ8nugjmk9pr42yNMR5CWwHIqDgTqPAZMsXVUdIYVBFbN3Sw0UPvjcwzhOV3nb4CCpgesONfBIoeOUZAHcy4S4pYRizBqPeR9M/s1600/Our+Foursome.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ohaSP7CiPnN9s8uaDZzNC33JVCKhnld-rasHOap2ylQ8nugjmk9pr42yNMR5CWwHIqDgTqPAZMsXVUdIYVBFbN3Sw0UPvjcwzhOV3nb4CCpgesONfBIoeOUZAHcy4S4pYRizBqPeR9M/s320/Our+Foursome.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469631588976978114" border="0" /></a></p> So to all the moms out there, feathered or not, I wish you the happiest of Mother’s Days, and I hope you get all the breakfast in bed you could ever want!<o:p></o:p><p></p><br /><br /><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Shoutycrackers/titles/marthasig3.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-91628973690684510862010-04-05T09:13:00.008-04:002010-05-10T09:44:55.101-04:00The Big 3 For(e) The KidsTwo posts in a week (or so?) I'm on a roll!<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />This bit of news is definitely worth the extra time at the keyboard: <a href="http://www.theoldefarm.com/">The Olde Farm</a> and the <a href="http://www.pgatour.com/">PGA Tour</a> are putting together a once-in-a-lifetime golf tournament to benefit <st1:placetype st="on">Mountain</st1:placetype> <st1:placename st="on">Mission</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">School</st1:placetype> in <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Grundy</st1:city>, <st1:state st="on">VA</st1:state></st1:place> called <a href="http://www.thebig3forthekids.com/">The Big 3 For Mountain Mission Kids</a>. Some of you out there may already know about MMS, but if you don’t, check out <a href="http://www.mountainmissionschool.org/">their website</a>. The school has a sterling reputation for turning out some really great kids, a fact to which I will personally attest!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitKvJ2ckwcinWJcsLsemaFWL-54qMxeHhz3g2_49sv41mGQmYokgRriPKmBkE3zS3oYBj2LtyIMVy9ly8ZtfRdJS2pXh8IMC296-3zZRCWkDLCDJLaVpPxTrsFRgvdSnVZ5YDfI5zvSBM/s1600/Girls+pic.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitKvJ2ckwcinWJcsLsemaFWL-54qMxeHhz3g2_49sv41mGQmYokgRriPKmBkE3zS3oYBj2LtyIMVy9ly8ZtfRdJS2pXh8IMC296-3zZRCWkDLCDJLaVpPxTrsFRgvdSnVZ5YDfI5zvSBM/s320/Girls+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456642784167278130" border="0" /></a><br /><o:p></o:p></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Big 3 need no introduction to golf fans, but even non-golfers will recognize the names Jack Nicklaus, Arnold Palmer, and Gary Player. Having any one of these legendary athletes to The Olde Farm would be quite a coup, but I think all three push this event into an entirely different universe! I think it’s just awesome that all three are willing to take time out of their undoubtedly busy schedules help out a very deserving institution like MMS.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb2cY9l3IGi16vALGKRSsVgfnvhgRT1T8rUlooc8iVW3wHY5fqVwMEkk2KmGREpgcYQNjqowzotZrSLev5Zz6B4OltH1cFxbXvWVFig6_KxiyP2ordWi177d1y2WsOF-cRxyki30jMHFA/s1600/big3.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb2cY9l3IGi16vALGKRSsVgfnvhgRT1T8rUlooc8iVW3wHY5fqVwMEkk2KmGREpgcYQNjqowzotZrSLev5Zz6B4OltH1cFxbXvWVFig6_KxiyP2ordWi177d1y2WsOF-cRxyki30jMHFA/s320/big3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456642978676126914" border="0" /></a><br />The two-day event will start on Monday, June 7, 2010 with a little golf, dinner, and a media meet-n-greet, and will culminate with the Big 3 themselves playing in a 19-hole scramble the next day. If you’d like an opportunity to see three lions of golf in action, or just think the whole thing sounds like a blast, you can <a href="https://www.thebig3forthekids.com/cart.php">purchase tickets here</a>. From what I understand it’s going to be a spectacular event, and it’s definitely going to be worth the price tag just to be a part of it! The fact that all of this is to provide assistance to a school that does so much for so many, and produces the quality of student that it does, is just icing on an already delicious cake (it’s been a long day and I’m hungry, please forgive!).<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> You can read the press release for the event <a href="http://www.thebig3forthekids.com/page_news_detail.php?ID_news=9">here</a>. Better yet, follow the whole thing on <a href="http://twitter.com/Big3fortheKids">Twitter</a> and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#%21/pages/The-Olde-Farm-Golf-Club/227635050224?ref=ts">Facebook</a> (look, you know you already spend plenty of time on Facebook. Put it to good use!)<o:p></o:p></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Shoutycrackers/titles/marthasig3.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-17975271745589134192010-03-30T21:19:00.009-04:002010-05-10T09:45:31.235-04:00“A Necklace” by Kay Just Made My Day<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPy5MsKzMr7ntjgNkLX7UFxG3VRYPy_drP5Ubnffp1xb7YS8__zxW1VVtjYJ1pL9m-yZhIe2KWHDsyE4njOvbedltOkTIzEx43btJ7vtjnsc0lBff-C_wEirjdxHR2fICCWby7Putsrxc/s1600/Kay.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPy5MsKzMr7ntjgNkLX7UFxG3VRYPy_drP5Ubnffp1xb7YS8__zxW1VVtjYJ1pL9m-yZhIe2KWHDsyE4njOvbedltOkTIzEx43btJ7vtjnsc0lBff-C_wEirjdxHR2fICCWby7Putsrxc/s320/Kay.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454601800206135426" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The lovely, talented, and maker of all things cute and classy Kay Adams </span><a href="http://necklaceadaybykay.blogspot.com/2010/03/other-martha.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">just mentioned me</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> in her blog, </span><a href="http://necklaceadaybykay.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Necklace a Day by Kay</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> (I even got a picture!) For those of you unfamiliar with this jewel of a lady, Kay and her mother own </span><a href="http://www.anthillantiques.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Anthill Antiques</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> in the historic Richmond, VA shopping district of Carytown. I make it a point to stop by her shop every time I’m in town – and she makes it a point to ensure I don’t walk out of there without one of her awesome creations!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kay has a penchant for finding all sorts of everyday objects and turning them into beautiful necklaces. These are three of the pieces I have at home:</span><o:p></o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIP79QZvEbkpSQJG9EdKc9L7NzCRiIKS-IIGpNKjpO1oIj5BvNCqwbIED3I9QmsmNS1XuJoj-J7EM2eEeIxZAPVA1IbZpE9A7nTmmezgSw6ZOe2afLu-XOasaedUUMbdgFP-gaD5P_88/s320/necklaces" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454602279749553954" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /></div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Her pieces are both elegant and esoteric; I think she has such a wonderful eye for detail and form. Plus, who couldn’t admire an eye that can see the potential in a plastic bumblebee?:</span><o:p></o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb0Wz5xKRQB6KH_3X3Uaihkai5Zw38yhfZ0VWvqWqsJyP6R4j3H8mr5w22FnWRkNyewDiKuygjnKagcbA0WI1rSQ31_nUwX86xyXudeVXZQBaKOFWXq8FW5uZeHb9pFLJ8pc8jeiIWdr0/s1600/bee.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb0Wz5xKRQB6KH_3X3Uaihkai5Zw38yhfZ0VWvqWqsJyP6R4j3H8mr5w22FnWRkNyewDiKuygjnKagcbA0WI1rSQ31_nUwX86xyXudeVXZQBaKOFWXq8FW5uZeHb9pFLJ8pc8jeiIWdr0/s320/bee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454602813126157042" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kay, thanks so much for mentioning me in your blog! For the rest of you, if you are ever in the Richmond area make sure to stop by her store and take a look at what she has on offer. Tell her the “other” Martha sent you!</span><o:p></o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> <!--EndFragment--> <br /></div><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Shoutycrackers/titles/marthasig3.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-23736837175292609342009-12-23T14:37:00.003-05:002009-12-23T14:44:26.955-05:00Merry Christmas!Merry Christmas everyone! I apologize for being out of touch for a while, but promise to be back after the holiday with lot of new ideas! Hope you have a great one!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Shoutycrackers/titles/marthasig3.png" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-30117398641311286252009-09-08T15:28:00.003-04:002009-09-08T15:40:12.810-04:00Thank You, Decor Medley!<div align="justify">A big thank you to Giorgina from the blog <a href="http://www.decor-medley.com/home-decor-interview-confetti-chronicles.html">Decor Medley</a>, for posting such a nice interview with me about my blog! Visit the rest of her blog for other interviews and decorating ideas!</div><br /><div align="justify">Now that summer is unofficially <em>over</em> I will be back with lots more posts. Kids and other unexpected things took me away from my computer (not the least of which is the fact that my laptop crashed under the spell of some sugary kids' drink). </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /><br />Enjoy and see you soon!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Shoutycrackers/titles/marthasig3.png" border="0" /></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-53843115582098634932009-08-10T01:00:00.000-04:002009-08-10T02:39:38.674-04:00A Little Birdie Told Me<div align="justify">A little birdie reminded me that I've been away from my blog all summer. That's because I've been having fun taking care of my own little birdies. From the pool to the playground to the lake, it seems like we have been everywhere this summer and there's still more to do. Since they are not yet part of the back-to-school gang, we don't even have to worry about getting everything in before Labor Day (I'd better enjoy these days while I can). </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368207618984490738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHtwMnzYt98xDTMNbdOxJLdX6fl2BH51yuDSJ_O8dal3St-rWThT8cACv-FpUoMO5-i5RbyQesfG96Arw785MpcpcEWQuuWIVfsaU8YKRwLOGrp9P1sUtL0Dh50RAIi4yCb3AnBzR0qEE/s320/Birdies+at+State+Line+1.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2UZSwR36i-LJURnlySM9vZVZmyRKWM52xvQQ9-vaVDREWfyTY021SQhWJ2knz4jJexe0w6ryKXmofMJ8pI0FBTfyk-K_ZT7RaUYJfzt6WB2AL53fRpzxK4tFix27fgykOHueT8yz6eI/s1600-h/Birdies+at+State+Line+1.JPG"></a>One day while having lunch with friends downtown (yes, there is still time for that!) I spotted these baby birds nesting on top of a speaker near the ceiling of the restaurant's outside porch. Their mommy must really love loud music, because this place is hopping on the weekends. You know what they say...it's good to expose the little ones to music at an early age!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368207609600047922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiRcFnC-YurC6XNN7tI3HWkgpDfbdPBl7taYvamfiGnh8n10mP50dTYN4HyF4sWSv4gD_UKStCIMpHluEnOk1hPRpqOFfRL_eL8dfz5q5XCaK5_TvKfuVYMXA6sdDemMN1143IknZIYyk/s320/Birdies+at+State+Line+3.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="justify">While we were dining the mother bird popped in with lunch for her babies. It must have been yummy...I snapped them singing a chorus as she flew off to plan a few playdates for them. </p><br /><p align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZtoudcPpjQf9ly0QEudD1cO0eJBulJA5EXO-ZQkoW3_61S8-OdCfDz82C8cHXs1RQFB5HopfE3q39VSI9dg0z5Q3P5YjDPXk6p9fyeHNEYqrt541IrNPF4vqdq-V_F-4Ytdu-YXP6u-E/s1600-h/marthasig3.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368211223197503906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 27px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZtoudcPpjQf9ly0QEudD1cO0eJBulJA5EXO-ZQkoW3_61S8-OdCfDz82C8cHXs1RQFB5HopfE3q39VSI9dg0z5Q3P5YjDPXk6p9fyeHNEYqrt541IrNPF4vqdq-V_F-4Ytdu-YXP6u-E/s320/marthasig3.png" border="0" /></a><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-21311464913458255742009-06-29T01:00:00.012-04:002009-06-30T17:42:20.613-04:00Memories of the King of Pop<div align="justify">First <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ed_McMahon">Ed McMahon</a>, then <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farrah_Fawcett">Farrah Fawcett</a>, followed by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson">Michael Jackson</a>. But to have it topped off with the OxyClean guy (<a href="http://www.makli.com/oxy-clean-guy-dead/">Billy Mays</a>)? That's just too much to take in one seven-day period. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">The sad turn of events has made me nostalgic (even more so than usual), and my memories took me back to seeing the Jacksons on their <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victory_Tour">Victory</a> tour back in the '80s. Was there any chance I could have saved my ticket stubs? Anyone who knows me would have bet the farm on my having kept them. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Most of my ticket stubs and other travel memorabilia went into a scrapbook that with a thick marker I aptly titled "Scrapbook". I excitedly dug it out and flipped through the pages with anticipation. And there they were, in between tickets to Knotts Berry Farm and the local Putt-Putt... </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">My ticket to see the Jacksons (ignore, if possible, the misplaced apostrophe on the stub) at <a href="http://www.dallascowboys.com/">Texas Stadium</a> in Dallas on July 14, 1984. My cousin Laura and I saw the concert from a box at the stadium, home to the Dallas Cowboys until this year. What a way to see a concert...windows open, all-you-can-eat/drink and Michael Jackson singing "Billy Jean" just a few yards away.</div><div align="justify"><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352610270024707058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieyBi3VB8KlctzHyWc8rCyAHJKlWXAVGwJYshQ6sBKZHEb6ZP4WRTm3qnExScGQU1n_OsFiKfJrwx2htyzCKIi9ojne0WVKG1Bgrsda8cf8KZ9YtIHHu2KyATe-jpEOJbxRVOsmxgFHGE/s320/Jackson+Ticket+1.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="justify">Less than one month later I saw the group a little closer to home at <a href="http://www.utk.edu/">The University of Tennessee's</a> Neyland Stadium in Knoxville, although I must confess I don't remember much about that show. It's interesting that the show started at "dusk." That's a pretty broad definition, don't you think?!?<br /></p><p align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352610265100834914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Znr6iBVevkk7bNfLQ7xYm23P1-jCScB_w7VW-AmHnoiEEZlIkUoN638OtwCObTgnJf39JcuDVVPZ-RIKQ5VPV1YnsWBsaOIRNhBTkf7p-H7WQLO25og5fOEVaNMsrhdxWN-hJKuMQnc/s320/Jackson+Ticket+2.JPG" border="0" />I'm also lucky enough to have an autographed photo of Michael Jackson, but sadly it is in a box deep in my garage at the moment. In 1986 my dad's company owned a charter airplane and the King of Pop hired it for five months during his Bad tour. In the picture he is sitting in the cockpit. I was just chatting with the pilot the other day and he said what a nice guy Michael Jackson was. I can't wait to hear more stories and find my photo (I'm not worried since I never throw anything away...).</p><p align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352959102615529890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5iGz5Br7zBdfnHe1R6VI8gyGBvmLJyQUSp9tcjX1F6QBDL2JnyM_5Z926MfkZfl0Y7qKhZvniXE6lV1AkmxQyHRvm6TRreqJmrPp3FPX_Ld-q0-sI-INK5ZAyW9VB_0BP7rEgmPuUrw/s320/Elvis+Ticket.JPG" border="0" />Just a few pages away in my "Scrapbook" was this little gem. My friends Angie & Vannessa and I saw <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elvis_Presley">Elvis</a> in concert with our moms, just six months (almost to the day) before he died. </p><p align="justify">I'm sure there are those who will profess that the King of Rock 'n Roll and the King of Pop are now together, secretly hiding out as the world mourns their deaths.</p><p align="justify">I will just be happy if their ticket stubs can live on side by side in my "Scrapbook."</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPtm8Z7qocBMoeTHQEUv2PtV10XQpsjfpaJcx7my4xCZ0oMPho4Sm8yPVul9CFvkfDEv9XEoMiY8hhKBPbKyfe9ES5W3UiZiFBsfGvQ-XYydZjLDzog2qhsQ1NIlKSDvMqtyXayuUnLeY/s1600-h/Signature.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353238767597724946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 27px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPtm8Z7qocBMoeTHQEUv2PtV10XQpsjfpaJcx7my4xCZ0oMPho4Sm8yPVul9CFvkfDEv9XEoMiY8hhKBPbKyfe9ES5W3UiZiFBsfGvQ-XYydZjLDzog2qhsQ1NIlKSDvMqtyXayuUnLeY/s320/Signature.png" border="0" /></a></p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-65289462170104896782009-05-31T07:47:00.002-04:002009-05-31T08:02:33.949-04:006 Pack of SwimsuitsWe're headed for vacation today. I promise to be back with lots more posts upon my return.<br /><br />I will wiggle my toes in the sand for you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNKnA4SihgK4naPdZUTD0WmCd4IxM6ufyy3aKMHk0b08r8EtuTKRG7YqFxAR-dfrWyVmfLqpae2n0hKZL9ekQCfJt4yWn3S188MMPgp5LzpxmLYbJzaDvm4OSSS47-l7LpbQDnk-KGCfk/s1600-h/marthasig3.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341957149785020162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 27px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNKnA4SihgK4naPdZUTD0WmCd4IxM6ufyy3aKMHk0b08r8EtuTKRG7YqFxAR-dfrWyVmfLqpae2n0hKZL9ekQCfJt4yWn3S188MMPgp5LzpxmLYbJzaDvm4OSSS47-l7LpbQDnk-KGCfk/s320/marthasig3.png" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-52760156717679332402009-05-26T23:35:00.004-04:002009-05-27T01:05:27.684-04:00When Life Gives You Gas Leaks, Wear an Extra Diaper<div align="justify">Surprise! I haven't really fallen off the face of the earth, never to blog again. I've just had a few crazy weeks, but nothing has happened that has been worthy enough to write about. Until today. Call it Murphy's Law or Tuesday the 26th bad luck--the stars had a good laugh over our house today. Of course there are worse problems to have...no one was hurt or killed (and there are people starving in China). Just a funny way to ring in the unofficial start of summer:</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><p align="justify"><strong>~</strong>A gas leak in our house necessitated our exile for a couple of hours (thank goodness the grandparents live right around the corner!)...no heat (fine by me), cooking (thank God!) or hot water until tomorrow. As for the hot water...not a good look with 3.3 babies in diapers. "They" told us we have just enough hot water for 2 showers. I'm assuming "they" think one shower = 1.2 minutes rather than the customary 14.6 minutes per.</p><p align="justify">~In all the hulabaloo, Kat, our cat (try not to get confused with the spelling), got locked in a closet for the duration of our evacuation. I do hope kitties are immune to the long-term effects of the equivalent of glue sniffing. </p><p align="justify">~My laptop caught a swine flu-like virus, my 6-week-old Blackberry died a premature death and our desktop computer is a near-casualty due to a recent storm (ok, all of that didn't happen today, but I'm still feeling the effects).<br /></p><p align="justify">~A regular sitter due to arrive at my house at 8:00 am tomorrow called at exactly 8:00 pm to <em>tell</em> me she will be off tomorrow. Huh? Whatever happened to <em>asking</em>, not to mention more than 720 minutes' notice? </p><p align="justify">~Speaking of sitters...someone in my family, who shall remain nameless and who is in great need of help right now due to health issues, let a sitter go (to put it mildly) within 30 minutes of her arrival today by using tactics reminiscent of Sophia Petrillo on The Golden Girls. Anyone who has seen the show will know what I'm talking about. If you haven't, rent it for a good laugh!</p><p align="justify">~My two cousins are killing me in Scrabble...on Facebook. We have ongoing games and they keep getting double, triple and quintuple-times-eighty word points for words like "if," ti," and "la" (those last two, the symbols for Titanium and Lanthanum, your common, everyday household metals). Tonight my cousin Laura enlightened me about the dictionary function on the side menu of the game. Where was this hot tip 200 points ago?!?<br /><br />All of this while trying to pack 6 people for vacation next week. Watch out for those gas leaks in the baby pool.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFwYmx3AJfZOdoKM_AgRyjrdtp32Y4MHmpTLtYrnitwCJVeMxkfM3EMVE2aSr8NqwRY1YoDJIUjBuB0pGMUWUz7teWHa09brQDZN_-eocnESheJbaqi7kONk5gvcG1Vc8hYxt2SNIOAM4/s1600-h/marthasig3.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340350018244266786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 27px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFwYmx3AJfZOdoKM_AgRyjrdtp32Y4MHmpTLtYrnitwCJVeMxkfM3EMVE2aSr8NqwRY1YoDJIUjBuB0pGMUWUz7teWHa09brQDZN_-eocnESheJbaqi7kONk5gvcG1Vc8hYxt2SNIOAM4/s320/marthasig3.png" border="0" /></a><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549667324978293427.post-53297435034138583182009-05-13T20:05:00.003-04:002009-05-17T21:26:43.519-04:00Cinco de Mayo<div align="justify">It's almost <em>Cinco de Junio</em>, but I still wanted to share with you a couple of photos from a Cinco de Mayo party in Dallas.<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335464747950912402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJNm2gWI0Ay57BV0VBN1O_pvA3Tp13Ls-pdcPcS8wxvHOjjST1MwBh5K1hYvQqekQf9xEe2PDtYNZrs2WyJKTjuE9zs2iRtTfFeByB6U6HdvMZgjCQFJFrUVZmE1hrl5ipFiEIdIJMPfA/s320/Belfort+Bash+004.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="justify">My cousin, Laura Adams, and her fun group of girlfriends, affectionately known as the <em>Girls of Belfort Place</em>, held a party to celebrate this holiday which is actually more widely celebrated in the U.S. than in Mexico. I love the miniature pinatas hanging from the chandelier! I wonder if they were filled with candy? {A funny sidebar: when I was little we took a trip to Mexico, where my parents bought a pinata for me to take back as the star attraction for my birthday party. The party goers and I were surprised when no candy fell out despite repeated beatings of the paper mache animal! How were we to know we were supposed to fill it ourselves?!?}<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335464744522745746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJZL22HnS_hRTrfrVLs2xZHR35oy725BCzj5kJrG2C7oj3DGYXMo29pRncEJMQDYGdLWRR1xz2lnMt360940BzbDWcCtdSkX2a3yg7X7oxR8Va2TudT-HquVf2uhIpIoyZH9G7ZtstZ0/s320/Belfort+Bash+005.JPG" border="0" />Margaret Story made this adorable cactus-inspired centerpiece for the party, which was held at the beautiful home of Kay Neve. I can't wait to try this clever idea!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.theconfettichronicles.blogspot.com/"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Shoutycrackers/titles/marthasig3.png" border="0" /></a> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p><a href="http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/GKuq" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml">Subscribe to The Confetti Chronicles</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030753471278393047noreply@blogger.com0