The Answers to All Your Questions

Sorry this wasn't up yesterday, my internet crapped out on me... So let the answers begin...
and btw, if you still have questions for me, I'm all answers, ask away! I'll add the answers to this post.

Jillybean said...
If you had all the money you could ever use in a lifetime... what would you do with it first, second and third.
My answer: Okay, so first, honestly at this point in time in my life, I would go out and buy a digital camera for myself. A really nice one. I have been wanting/needing one now for a long time! Second, I would probably pay off our house as well as the homes of my family members. And third, I would probably finally slow down and think about what the best options for using that money is and I'm sure I would probably completely fund a ministry that I really believe in.

Another from Jillybean- I already thought of another one...
Why do you and all my friends eat YEAST on their popcorn??? I guess I need to try it.
My answer: Okay, so let me clarify here: I eat what is called good tasting Nutritional yeast on my popcorn. This is not the yeast that makes your bread rise. I grew up eating yeast on my popcorn and I really like the flavor. Nutritional yeast also has some added health benefits like being loaded with vitamin B and is actually pretty good for you. You can read more about it here.



KELLI BELLY said...
What do you mean yeast on your popcorn? Have you ever cussed at your husband? Ever? To his face of course. I have to admit, I have on a few occasions after I had Gianna and he wanted the house a certain way. I just snapped, all the hormones. Now he understands it may not be wise for him to answer," It's not my job" When I ask him to throw in a load of laundry :0) He was just learning and his mom spoiled his butt.
My answer: Well, as much as I hate to admit it, I believe that I have cussed at my hubby to his face before. I don't think I've ever called him a name, but I'm pretty sure I've said, "That's a crock of s@#$ and you know it!" Actually, what's worse than that is that once after we were just married, you know the first year, working out the kinks, I got so mad that I threw an entire plate of spaghetti on the floor. Yeah, spaghetti went everywhere, put a slice in the linoleum and broke the plate. I stormed off crying and went and sat in my car. Neither Kevin or myself remembers what we were arguing about, we just remember the flying spaghetti...



pretendingsanity said...
What is your favorite way you've ever had your hair?

I have to say that I really loved the color you had for your wedding. And for those who don't know Sarah, she's had her hair A LOT of ways. More than me even.

My answer: Hmmm, my favorite hairstyle would have to be when my hair looked like this: The dye job that is...



Little Miss said...
oooh, pretendingsanity, sounds like Sarah is a lot like me w/ the hairstyles. I can't ever make up my mind!

how about this:
what's your explanation for Daylight Savings Time?

My answer: well I think Daylight Savings Time was invented by "the Man" just to keep all you people with paying jobs at work longer...but since my opinion doesn't count, here's a more accurate explanation.

There is no Such Thing as a Stupid Question, I Hope...

So for the weekend, I am going to steal and idea from my good buddy Allie. Ask me a question, any question (however,I reserve the right to answer goofy questions with an equally appropriate answer) I will post the questions and answers right here. My challenge to you: Make me think!

Things I am Thankful for..

1. My hubby-you know, he's just so awesome that there's no way I could begin to explain the depths of how thankful I am for him, I'd have to write a flippin' novel. If you really want to know here's the tip of the iceberg.
2. My parents- two people who are the best example of marriage, not just any old marriage, a totally Hot, burnin love marriage- still- after 27 years. My mom, who will always be one of my best friends, for a myriad different reasons, and my Dad who is the best and only example I have found of what I think Jesus must have been like. Yeah, they really are that cool.
3. My sisters-yeah, I'd have to write a book about you two as well. Can't believe how close we have gotten over the years, and I'm so proud of both you. I love you so much.
4. My friends, who are like family to me anyways. Yes the people we neglect for two years, who welcome us back with open arms and are there to help sooth our wounds. I love you guys.
5. The five minutes my husband takes Beau so I can actually take a dump by myself!
6. My pottery class-what feels like two minutes, but is really two hours of blissful right-brained FREEEEEEDOM!
7. My Mom- who is only too happy to come take my children off my hands for a little while and doesn't consider it drudgery.
8. A roof over my head-especially when many people's roofs have been blown off...
9. My kids-especially when they are cute, which means they are asleep.
10. Music- there are so many times in my life where things wouldn't have seemed near as cool without the perfect theme song.
11. My big fugly Suburban.
12. FOOD! I was preoccupied through my whole pottery class tonight because I hadn't eaten...sad... I know.
13. All three of my awesome brother-in-laws. When I imagined what having a brother would be like, I never got to how cool these guys are.
14. Chiropractors.
15. Midwives. Thank God there is an alternative to OBGYNs (not that I have anything against anyone who is one or uses one...I just prefer a more natural approach.)
16. Guitars. I love it when my dad plays, and even when my hubby plays the same song over and over until he's got it perfectly and it is now stuck in my head.
17. That I live in America. Sometimes I really wonder how and why I am so blessed to live in the freest place in the world.
18. My extended family. I didn't know they could be this good. Honestly, extended family was not something I thought about before I married- and I really feel like I lucked out in that area.
19. Art. Thank you God for an outlet that I truly believe is after your own heart.
20. This Blog. Yet another outlet that has affected my life in ways I never would have imagined.

This, That and Too Many Links in My Post, but You Should At Least Check Out the Slideshow

Overheard today in our household: (okay, so this was said directly to me..)
Drew: "Momma, are you done feeding Beau?"
Me: "Yes, Beau is done eating."
Drew: "Are you gonna put Beau away?"


So we had a lot of fun at the Fiesta Blevinza Saturday. It was really interesting meeting a fellow "mommy blogger" Elaine. She was super nice and has the cutest little daughter you've ever seen. Allison took some great pics- you'll have to go check out her slideshow.

Welcome to the Family!!!

Congrats to my cousins Joel and Erin on the birth of their new baby girl Lily Joy! I'm glad somebody finally had a girl! She is beautiful! I can't wait to meet her and I hope I don't have to wait for two more years!

My Date with Clay

So tonight I actually got to take some much needed time for myself and go to a pottery class. Yay! I was so excited about it, but I was nervous at the same time. I haven't thrown (for all you non-"pottery geeks" throwing is what it's called when you make a pot on the wheel), so anyways, I haven't thrown for over three years-since I was pregnant with Drew. I was a little worried I'd lost my groove, but no I STILL got it! I can still throw and I don't believe I've gotten any worse (not that I was that good to begin with, but...) Actually I think that my "years of experience as a mom" ha! yes, all three of them are going to help me out here with the pottery. I discovered tonight that I am much more patient with the clay and not as likely to push it too far, which results in less pots flying off the wheel. So my goal is to actually make an entire set of stoneware. I have always wanted a funky custom set for myself that I made. Every time I see some cool bowls or plates and I'm tempted to buy them, I just think "I can't buy that when I could make one!" So anyways- I'm a doin' it, and having fun. I'm also taking orders- so if you want a honey jar or a set of mugs, or one special mug or a bowl or a teapot, let me know. I'll quote you a price and we'll go from there.
Yay for pottery!

Perma-Guilt Moms

So here is the daily email I got today from MOMsense, part of the MOPs groups if you know what that is. It's only too appropriate after my post from yesterday...


"Perma-Guilt Moms
Feigning total confidence as a mom, loses its luster real quick. Can fessing up to guilt help us shine and be real?
Real moms feel guilty. All the time! This condition of constant guilt seems to have two components. Dealing with guilt begins when we understand these components. First, there's the responsibility part. Moms feel responsible for the ENTIRE WORLD of their child. From the second they're conceived to their eventual exodus off to college or down the aisle or into a new apartment, the tasks of child-creating, child-rearing, and child-raising are assumed to be hers.

Moms see themselves as responsible for everything from what their children eat to what they wear to how they act. Then there's homework and manners and teeth flossing, and the list goes on. The sense of responsibility is the first burden of the Perma-Guilt Mom.

What's the second part? Well, then there's the ability. And here's where the problem really hits the fan. If a mom is responsible for the ENTIRE WORLD of her child, then she's bound to face a very normal feeling that she lacks the ability to accomplish or successfully follow through on all those responsibilities. Who could? One counselor suggests that "guilt is the result of feeling responsible for something but not skilled enough to accomplish the requirements." Bingo. Not rocket science here. Moms feel like they have total responsibility but not total ability. That equals GUILT! Perma Guilt!

Mom, you are the one God chose for your child. If He thinks you're the perfect fit, then you should too! That's why I want you to get a printed copy of today's MOMSense. Visit our web site at www.MOPS.org and download the free transcript of today's MOMSense. Stick it in your Bible or on the fridge."

Head Injuries

So tonight I was talking to my little sister, Hannah on the phone and it was late and Drew was not in bed yet. In fact, he was doing that thing that all little monsters do before their bedtime: running wildly through the house. Well I looked up just in time to catch the whirling dervish do a headplant righ into my glass coffee table. OUCH! It was sooo loud, that Hannah heard it on her end of the phone. Of course, immediately screams erupt and I have to quickly let Hannah go and Drew is holding his head. At this point I have scooped him up to hold him and kiss it to make it all better. Then I get a look at him and he's got a gigantic egg over his right eye with a blue stripe right down the middle (from the point of contact between head and table.) So then I had to rush to the kitchen to try and find something cold to put on it. I felt so bad for him. But it was one of those weird times when the extent of the damage LOOKS so bad that all you can do is nervously laugh. And then you feel guilty for laughing, but you can't really control it. What is up with that anyways?
So we finally get Drew settled down on the couch, relaxing and then Beau decides it's his turn. What does he do? He pulls my wooden TV tray over on himself, along with the laptop, three remotes and my drink. One of the remotes flies open and cuts his perfectly smooth and fat little cheek. He of course then starts into the hysterics. Fortunately, the injuries sustained are not near as bad as Drew's and he is comforted soon and easily with a boob.
I tell ya, these boys are working as a team. Earlier tonight, the hubby and I were making out after dinner in the kitchen and I just have this sense that we are being watched. Sure enough, I look over and both of the boys are just checking us out with the same look of "Hey, what's Dada doing to Momma?" Kev and I both started to laugh and so did the boys.
Aaaaah, life is just SO much more interesting with kids.

Tagged

Okay- so I've been tagged by fuzzypeach - and I am happy about it because I was having a hard time trying to decide what to write tonight. I'm supposed to write 20 random things about myself and then tag as many people as it took me minutes to write my twenty things. So here goes:

1. I just kind of discovered real jazz tonight and I really like it. I thought I wasn't much for it in the past.
2. My little sister is staying the night with me tonight.
3. I get to start a pottery class this Thursday, Yay! I'm so excited.
4. I graduated college in 2003 and carried my 3 month old accross the stage with me AND it was Mother's Day, one of the best days of my life.
5. Sometime's I like to get down with my inner "hippie." (Usually when I am at Vitamin Cottage.)
6. Sometime's I gorge myself on Oreos.
7. I dream about living in New York City someday.
8. And I want to go to a real live fashion show.
9. Even though I am an artist, I think my husband and my mother are WAY more creative than myself.
10. I played the flute for five years in middle school and high school.
11. I wish I would have played the drums in marching band- they rocked!
12. My husband is 6 years older than me.
13. I love to snowboard, but I think that I am not as good at it as I think. LOL!
14. I also used to play soccer in high school.
15. I miss going to college because I liked having scheduled things to do.
16. I wish I had a way to make some extra money from home so I don't feel guilty spending a little money on myself now and again.
17. I think I will get a job when the kiddos get into school (that is, if I don't have any more kids at home still..)
18. I kiss my parents on the lips. Is that weird?
19. My husband thinks it is.
20. I am infatuated with makeup.

Okay-so I have no idea how long that took, and the hubby kept interrupting me-so here: I tag Hannah, Prudence , and Becca .

PooPoo Party!

Well, I have some exciting news to report. We have had a breakthrough people! Drew has finally grasped the whole concept of bribery. Why is this so exciting? Well, I offered him an M&M to sit on the potty, and he accepted and sat. And not only sat people- he pooped! I was so happy, I showered him in M&M's. Then, later on, he went again! And then he went again the next day and then next and today as well. Yaaaaahoooo! I think we are going to win this battle... Tomorrow is a new day, full of poop IN the potty.
I took a picture to show y'all, but after seeing my husband's reaction when he discovered it on the digital camera, I decided that maybe that was just a little too much to post on here...Haa haa haa...!

One or Two from the Vaults

So yeah, I don't have much I want to say (at least not on here) tonight- so here: Enjoy a few pics from the boys' infant days...



This is Drew




...hop
...skip...
and jump...


and this is Beau,


at about the same age.

I'm so blessed by both of my boys. They rock!

Research Project: Baby-Wearing

Last night I was unable to make my post because I was tending to one of my two sick children. Beau would not go to sleep for anything and wanted to be with me the entire night, poor little guy. But there is nothing I would rather neglect my blog for! Kids are definitely at the top of my importance list. Which brings me to my next subject: informed parenting. I have been reading several different blogs that have talked about several different parenting issues ranging from cloth diapers, to elimination communication, to baby- wearing. This week I'm interested in baby- wearing. To me, it seems like such a natural thing to carry your baby around with you all day. And of course- mine would love nothing more! So I'm going to do a little research to see what kind of information I can find on the benefits of wearing your child and so forth and so on. So if any of you have any good resources or advice, etc. please share! I will share my findings later on, after I find them...

A Fall Love Story

It is fall, and I love the fall. The changing colors, the cooler air, cozy-ing up together indoors. But I also love the fall because that is when my hubby and I started "seeing" each other. We actually met at church when I was 16, (and truth be told, I thought Kevin was really OLD when I first met him..hee hee hee.) My best friend introduced us because she and Kev went to the same church. Anyways, that was when I first met Kevin. The second meeting was at my best friend's graduation party. Kevin was the only person there who paid any attention to me. He told me he thought my shoes were really cool and asked me where I got them. I remember thinking that night that maybe he kind of liked me, and then life went on. I moved down to the same town to go to college and start my life. I had a group of friends I hung out with and had developed a decent crush on one of the guys in my little circle of friends. One night, there was a concert at our church, and Kevin's band was the main attraction. Well Kevin noticed me that night and decided to tell my best friend that he wanted to "get to know me as a friend," but not to say anything to me. (Ha! Yeah, right. Let's just say he knew exactly what he was doing.) So of course, Mel (My best friend) says to me," I really wanna tell you something, but I'm not supposed to," and of course I say, "Well, don't tell me then!" Best friend lingo, for fess up, sista! So she tells me of Kevin's little inquiry, and I say, (feeling flattered, but cautious) "yeah, I'm cool with developing a friendship, but I'm totally interested in someone else." So she says that maybe someday she'll invite Kevin to lunch. Meanwhile, she relays this info to Kev who declares, "Well, may the best man win!" The next week, Mel calls to say that Kev is coming to lunch the next day, and for some reason I am just a ball of nerves and really nervously excited about it, and kind of surprised at myself. So Kevin comes to lunch the next day, and we have an interesting lunch together trying really hard to act like we're not interested in each other. That week I am invited to go to a concert a few towns away with the whole gang. I decide to go. Kevin and I spend the whole weekend again trying to convince each other we're not interested, but interested, if you know what I mean. We ride home together and have a pretty interesting conversation the whole way. At the end of it, I was thinking, there is no way this can work, but I was smitten. Kevin thought there was no way I was interested in him... Over the next few weeks, a relationship transpired. I brought him home one day (I lived with my grandma) and my mom and she were there. My mom was so rude (sorry, mom, but you were LOL) I was really embarrassed. Later after we officially became an item, she told him that he was a boy, and since he was a boy she wished he'd just dissappear. (She really put him throught the gauntlet.) That weekend, we had what we consider to be our first official date: we picked weeds in my grandma's back yard. We got a lot of work done, but we spent a lot of time talking about our hopes and dreams and sharing plenty "moments." You might say that is when we started to fall in love. I quickly lost my crush on the afore mentioned boy, as the best man had indeed won. We went on enjoying lunches together at college, and holding hands and talking about dreams together. We went on lots of hikes and rode around in his band's old van. Then in November, just before Thanksgiving, we broke up. I got a little scared things were moving too fast, (even thought we hadn't even kissed each other yet! sheesh) and with a little encouragement from my mother, I talked to Kev about slowing things donw a bit. Of course this only lasted for about two days. We had our talk, and didn't speak the next day (I was miserable,) then I went home for the holiday and we talked on the phone and he came up to visit and go snowboarding together. For the next few months, we were "taking it slow," then Valentine's Day rolled around. We went to a church dance that was happening and one of my friends pulled me aside and said, "You guys aren't just friends!" And I giggled and admitted that she was right. And with that, I finally stopped trying to be "just friends." It was just about a week after that, that we kissed the for the first time, which was the sweetest kiss I've ever had. (Of course, we had to discuss it for days before it actually happened, but when it did-it was perfect.) (YEAH, sappy, I know.) Then we were engaged, which is a story I'll have to tell another day-and we got married-and went snowboarding on our honeymoon-and had two boys (so far.) But that for the most part, is our little love story. Of course, there is a lot more to it, but that would bore the socks off you even more than my "short" version. LOL! All this to say that I love fall because it reminds of this time in my life.
I love you, Kev. I'll pick weeds with you for the rest of my life!

Dear Beau,

Hello little buddy! I can't believe you are already 7 months old. Wow! Time flies by fast. I'm looking forward to sharing all your growing up moments with you, but I am going to surely miss your infancy. You are the happiest little guy for the most part, and I really appreciate that, especially since your brother tends to be quite the whiner (he takes after me, what can I say?) You are progressing with your development by leaps and bounds. Just a week after you started to crawl, you pulled yourself up to standing. I thought it might just be a fluke thing, but no. Now you pull yourself up all the time and are just on the verge of figuring out how to cruise from one piece of furniture to the next. The problem lately with all this pulling yourself up, is that you don't really know how to get back down. So either you fall over, or you stand there for a really long time and get really frustrated and start to yell in your little Beau way. But just today you figured out how to land on your bottom. So you have been pulling yourself up all over the place and then PLOP! Right down on your butt. It's pretty funny to watch.
Unfortunately, you are at that stage where you fall asleep while nursing, and then the minute your head hits the crib mattress your little green eyes pop right open and you're awake! I've tried to leave you in your crib several times, hoping you'll just go back to sleep, but then you pull yourself up, and get stuck there and start to cry. Some might let you just cry it out till you fall asleep, but I just haven't gotten annoyed to that point yet...he he. Plus, Momma likes to cuddle with you, and thinks it's really neat when you fall asleep in her arms anyways. And you eventually DO go to sleep- so it's not so bad. You do like to sleep next to Momma though. You used to do so well with sleeping through the night and now you've been waking up again. Truthfully, I don't know whether it's at 2 or if it's at 4 or 7- I refuse to look at the clock. Pretty soon here you'll be getting your own room- and maybe then you'll be able to sleep till 8 in the morning.
Your favorite things as of late have been just about anything you can get your hands on, but you keep returning the fern I have by the front door and digging in the potting soil and tearing off the leaves. This wouldn't be sooo bad, but you have entered the "tasting" stage. Yes, today you actually tried to taste my nose- that felt really weird. Along with your inclination to taste everything, you have finally cut your two bottom teeth-so you're testing out your chompers too. And yes, can you guess what's coming? The inevitable, you tested your little pearly's on me a couple of days ago. Suffice it to say, you probably wont be doing that again!
So this month we have been introducing you to just a few more foods, baby-style of course. However, one which we weren't planning on was the french fry. Yes, your little buddy Dominic decided to share one with you the other day and well, it just kept you occupied so nicely that we adopted them into your list of foods you're able to eat. (You know, potatoes really aren't better any other way!) The other food that we have added for OUR convenience (like the french fry) is peas, not mashed ones, but cooked whole ones. Mommy gives them to you one at a time during dinner time and not only does it keep your attention (so she can eat) but it improves your manual dexterity. Yeah!
I am noticing a trend with you right this instant actually, and it is that you like to crawl into tight spaces. You were just hanging out having fun underneath your walker. You have also been found quite often, in our little jungle gym and underneath our coffee table. Just the other day, Drew loaded you into his toy box, and I suspect you would have liked it, had you gotten there yourself.
Well, little buddy, that is all I can think of that is of note at this time. But you are adorable, brilliant and funny- the babes are gonna love you...if you keep it up! And your Momma will always love you, oh so much! Off to feed your round little cheekys now!
Love, Momma

Random Thought for the Day

Maybe our national news reporters should be elected into their positions...after all, they probably weild about as much power as our government.

Migraine, I'm a Gonna Kick Yo Butt!

Last Friday I was knocked on my rear from a rip-roaring migraine. I am one of the people who actually get a warning sign before I have one with the weird "aura". I see flashing light and kind of get a tunnel vision effect. Then I get about a minute break and whammo! I'm out for a good four to five hours-totally non-functional. Let me just say that this is an attack on my happiness and health that I am not willing to accept. So I'm prepared to do the research, the food diary, the doctor visits(if need be), the drugs(if it comes to that), and let us not forget the prayer, in order to never have a one of these daggers in my head again, thank you! You know, as a mother and a person who really values her time, I just can't have something come and take out a day in my life without warning. I have children to love on and I have goals to accomplish! So Migraine Headaches, get ready, cause you're goin' down! So I've added a link to my links, with information about Migraines, because I intend for it to be one of the tools in my arsenal. I know that I am not alone with this affliction, so please feel free to not only check out the link, but share your knowledge, ideas, and information as well. Here's to future happy heads!

Dear Drew,

You are officially four months away from turning 3!
Do you know how much I love you? I hope you do, because sometimes I worry about my ability to show you this fact. I feel like I concentrate so much on disciplining you that the love doesn't always show through. But I guess, that someday you'll know that I discipline you because I do love you so much and I want you to turn out to be a wonderful person, who everyone likes and who likes himself. All this talk about discipline may lead one to believe that you are a naughty kid. Let me just say right now, that you are a really good kid. You are just a normal two year old. Like any other two year old, you honestly believe the world revolves around you, and you are just beginning to realize that maybe this is not so true. I know, disappointing, isn't it?
You really impressed me tonight. I was reading one of those "Little Golden Books" to you. You know how they have those little pictures on the back of all kinds of different things on them. Well, you just rattled off every single object on there, one right after the other, no hesitation, and ennuciated very well I might add. Right down to, "and that's a leaf, and that's another leaf, Momma." I know every Momma's kid is brilliant, but I truly believe you are way above average. ( You can thank your father's side of the family for that, they are ALL geniuses. Yeah, well, okay, I guess I'm smart too...)
Let's see, what has been different this month, that wasn't last month? It's so hard to keep up with all your milestones. Maybe the fact that you finally counted, "One, two, three, four," instead of, "one, two, three, six." Ah yes, you have discovered your imagination this month. Spiderman is always out to get you. ( I know, why on earth would a hero be called SPIDER man?) You see monsters quite a bit and you really like to be Darth Vader. The interesting thing is that you aren't scared a one bit of any of the afore mentioned things. Which makes me think that you are aware of the fact that these things aren't real- and if you've grasped that my boy, well then, you are brilliant!



And the potty training, oh the potty training. We aren't making leaps and bounds there, but you know, maybe Einstein wasn't ever potty trained? He he. Today you actually told us you needed to go while we were in Wally-world. And, wonder upon wonders, you actually went. I'm pretty sure this is because I was not there. You would go for a stranger if he/she wasn't one of your parents. Your Gramma thinks that if she had a solid week with you, she would have you fully potty functioning at the end of the week. I believe her. Mostly because I want to. Well, no, mostly because I'd rather let her do it. Ha! There, I said it- I'm just too distracted by all my other Mom chores to really devote my time to your toilet-filling needs. So, maybe I'll get lucky and your Gramma will do all the work, or we'll just wait till I have to potty train Beau and we'll do ya both at the same time! So let's see, then you'll be...FIVE!
I'm looking forward to what the next month has in store for us with you. I can't believe what a little boy you are turning into. It is hard for me to believe that you were once an infant like Beau. Sometimes I have to remind myself that you are still just a baby though. I have a tendency to be a little hard on you, and for that I hope you'll forgive me.

I pray that your daddy and I are given the wisdom to raise you up to be a truly caring, compassionate, giving, loving, and most of all, Godly man. I love you so much!

Love, Momma

Artful Worship in Color

Here we are with the pastor, my mom on the left, myself drawing, and sister Ariel is sitting for my mom.

Click on this photo to see more from the weekend and the artful worship....






I was faced away from the audience so they could see the creative process as I drew my mother's portrait, while she was sculpting Ariel's face. I was glad I didn't have to look at everyone, seeing that I have a little "stage fright." My mom and I were both asked questions, and I choked and couldn't think of much to say until the end of everything.

Here I am refining my piece with an eraser. At the end of it all, the message I felt God gave me, was that we need to be looking at Him, in order for Him to be able to refine our features. Hebrews 12:2 says: "Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God."

Here is mom working on her piece. It turned out to be pretty humorous in the end which you can see a pic of in my flickr account. And maybe if you're lucky, she'll comment on that later on...check back for details....