SMILE! God has planned a week full of great surprises for us :)))))))))

Halloween First Birthday Dress made from scratch this weekend

The weekend is almost over..

I can tell we had a wonderful one. Isabella had some "grandma time" she spent the night at grandma's and went to the church with her. Brian and I had some quality time together and some time spent with friends.

I  beteween all the cleaning and fun, I have gotten a First Birthday Dress made from scratch. There is nothing that relaxes me more than working on my little dresses. You have no idea how a wonderful therapy it is for the soul. :)

Ohhhhh Cant forget to say that our plants got some water as well. We had some rain and I thank Lord for that. Our tree look so much happier :)

What is your plan for the new week ? My plan it to make no plans at all. Play it by ear, live one day at a time. I have realized that when we plan something, it never happens as we planned but sometimes, like this weekend for example, it turns to be a great one without any plans at all.

I have an idea about what is going to be waiting for me is God gives the  gift of living through one more week, Some stuff, I look forward to and others not so much but I will take it. As long as we are healthy, there is nothing we can face it if we ttrust that God will be with us.

Ok, Isabella just got in my room and she  is reading what I am typing, so she says that I should post on my diary like this, she is telling me this right now:

I should work as hard as I can to get all of my stuff done so that I can spend more time with her. She says I work too much and I have not spent a lot of time with her...

Ok She is gone now LOL, That little stinker, made sure I typed what she told me to. LOL

You all have a wonderful week ahead and dont forget to wear your best outfit everyday... YES, you best outfit is a SMILE,  yes, a smile never goes out of style... :))) Try it right now, SMILE very BIG :)))) With your soul and heart. SMILE! God has planned a week full of great surprises for us :))))))))) Let's be thankful for what we have and God bless our new week ahead!!!

Hugs
Zee
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Isabella's words of wisdom

Isabella always comes up with something to talk about in the mornings, there are some stuff that she says that I really need to share. Too funny.

This morning while having her breakfast she asked me:

- Mom how much money do you have?

- Not enough. I replied. (I knew she was going to ask me for more "My Little Pony" )

- How come you never have money? How about all the work you do and all the customers that come over here?

- Well, the Customers always tell me they will send me a check later...

- OK Mom, from now on when they tell you that they will send you a check later, my advise to you is, look them in the eyes and do like this:

- I 'm sorry but I have seen this already. I wont fall for another one, you pay me now or you wont get your embroidery!

- I cant be unpolite with the customers Isabella!

- Mom, listen to me, I know exactly how you feel. it has happened to me once. I had a quarter in my pocket and the boys across the street were selling lemonade, I went there to buy it from them, they told me to give them my quarter because they were going to show me a magic trick  so, I gave them my quarter and they made it disapear. I told them; _ Ok now give me my quarter back.  They told me it had disapeared. I came home very frustrated and daddy took care of it.

- What did daddy do?

Daddy went there and told them to give me my quarter back and told them to give me a lemonade FOR FREE for all the trouble they made me go through. See mom, I came back home with my quarter AND my free lemonade. That is how you do it.  Dont let them tell you they are going to pay you later mom, only give them their embroidery if they pay you right away!

She even finalized her advice with:

- Lets see how you are going to do today, when I come home from school, you show me how much money you  made ok?!  I was speechless...  What to tell her after all this lecture? LOL

GEEZ,  all I wanted  was to get away with saying I wasnt going to buy no more "My little Ponys" to her... Well, at least for this week LOL.

Have a great weekend!!!

God bless

Zee

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Sometimes number 1 is number 1 until it becomes number 2...

Good morning Kids :))

This is how an embroidery machine mother board looks like.

It's FRIDAY!!!  Thank God it's Friday LOL. I think it's really funny when I say that because to me, it doesn't make a difference what day it's today... As long as I am still here in this world confusing people with my broke English LOL. As long as I am alive I am happy LOL

Although I feel tired for not sleeping well last night, I feel so happy for having my three machines back to life again... Ahhhhhhh I love my baby machines :))). I had to exchange machine number 1 and 2 "soul"so, now they confuse me because when number 1 stops for  maintenance, actually it is not number 1 that I have to oil , it is the number 2 one... How did I get myself into this dilemma?  Well,  when my number 1 machine started  skipping registration mark, jumping stitches to the side, I called  Ben  the technician, and he said it could be the "mother board" or the "X motor". He had the X motor but not the mother board with him, what means that if he drove all the way from Indiana to Springfield, with me paying my mileage and then, $70.00 per hour to get here and not be able to fix my baby number 1, I would be in trouble.

I had this idea about taking the mother board from  machine number 2 and  put on number 1 and vice versa,  this way, I would know for sure that if the machine kept having the same problem, it wouldn't be the mother board, what I call their "soul"  then, Ben could drive all the way here without breaking the bank.  So,  we did it, oh boy, there are so many screw and nuts that I really decided we would leave them as they were, number 1 in number 2 and number 2 in number 1. It's just like trading bodies.... It worked. We figure it out, thank Lord that it was for sure the X motor. Ben came and fixed my baby machine :) It's working beautifully again :))

 So, from now on, for a little while, I have to have in mind that number 1 is only really number 1 until she needs maintenance, than she becomes number 2...

I know, it's too confusing isn't it? Now, imagine me, this poor old lady who doesn't speaks English very well and doesn't remember what she had for dinner last night, having to remember all this "fings" It's really not easy being Zee... But it's funny though...It's a CRAZEE life but I wouldn't want it any other way.. Well.... "finking" better, hummm... LOL Nah, just kidding ;)))

You all have a nice not so confusing day and enjoy every minute of it...Find the silver lining in everything bad that happens to you and everything will be GREAT!! lol :)

Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... I better get my babies ready to work way!

Have a precious Friday kids!!!!!!!!!

God bless

Zee

TOMATOES... TOMATOES...TOMATOES

 Good morning Yall! (WOW, I sounded like Paula Dean without an accent LOL)

Well, I was supposed to blog about My First Birthday Dresses or Embroidery or Embroidea but, forget about it, I want to talk about tomatoes. Would you like some tomatoes??? LOL

I guess this year my lovely husband planted more tomatoes than we can eat. We have been giving tomatoes to Customers, friends, Families and we still have TOMATOES!!!!!!

Juliana, my blessed friend and helper goes to the kitchen and comes back saying she saw a lot of tomatoes in the kitchen. Oh take some tomatoes home Ju!!! - I will take a couple of them. She says. - NO, take the whole bag!!! "I dont need the whole bag Zee" We are only two at home.

-Give to your neighbors! It's in the Bible, you gotta feed thy neighbors! LOL

- Nah, we dont talk that much with our neighbors. LOL 

- Oh dang! Can you at least take a few? 

- How many?

-I don't know, any amount that is more than a couple tomatoes...

 She took only a little bit of them LOL, I keep thinking who in this world is in need of tomatoes? My freezer has plenty of tomatoes in there. 

I had a brilliant idea this morning, I am going to text my friend Sherry Brown from Little India, my lovely friend who I used to work with. I know for sure that she loves tomatoes... I still remember both of us ibn our break time sitting on the side walk eating tomatoes...

Nah, it didn't work as you guys can see our text messages.

OH! OK, Another great idea!!! I am going to ask Brian to take to work!!! Wooooooo Hoooooooooooo:

-Bello, can you take some tomatoes to work?

- I am afraid not. Everybody that I work with grow their own garden, my boss has been bringing lots of cucumbers  also.

I give up on tomatoes... I guess I am putting a  sign here in my embroidery room. "WOULD YOU BE INTERESTED IN SOME TOMATOES?"

Its going to be a long "Looking for tomatoes lover day" other than "dentist appointment day" AND "Repair machine day" AND "Work day" but the most important of all, it has been for sure a really beautiful and blessed day because we are still ALIVE!!!!!!! :)))))

Have a blessed  day you all!!!!!!!!

Keep cool :)))) And SMILE :)))))

Nails in the fence (story)

Once upon a time there was a little boy who was talented, creative, handsome, and extremely bright. A natural leader. The kind of person everyone would normally have wanted on their team or project. But he was also self-centered and had a very bad temper. When he got angry, he usually said, and often did, some very hurtful things. In fact, he seemed to have little regard for those around him. Even friends. So, naturally, he had few. “But,” he told himself, “that just shows how stupid most people are!”
As he grew, his parents became concerned about this personality flaw, and pondered long and hard about what they should do. Finally, the father had an idea. And he struck a bargain with his son. He gave him a bag of nails, and a BIG hammer. “Whenever you lose your temper,” he told the boy, “I want you to really let it out. Just take a nail and drive it into the oak boards of that old fence out back. Hit that nail as hard as you can!”
Of course, those weathered oak boards in that old fence were almost as tough as iron, and the hammer was mighty heavy, so it wasn't nearly as easy as it first sounded. Nevertheless, by the end of the first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence (That was one angry young man!). Gradually, over a period of weeks, the number dwindled down. Holding his temper proved to be easier than driving nails into the fence! Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He felt mighty proud as he told his parents about that accomplishment.“As a sign of your success,” his father responded, “you get to PULL OUT one nail. In fact, you can do that each day that you don’t lose your temper even once.” Well, many weeks passed. Finally one day the young boy was able to report proudly that all the nails were gone. At that point, the father asked his son to walk out back with him and take one more good look at the fence. “You have done well, my son,” he said. “But I want you to notice the holes that are left. No matter what happens from now on, this fence will never be the same. Saying or doing hurtful things in anger produces the same kind of result. There will always be a scar. It won’t matter how many times you say you’re sorry, or how many years pass, the scar will still be there.

And a verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. People are much more valuable than an old fence. They make us smile. They help us succeed. Some will even become friends who share our joys, and support us through bad times. And, if they trust us, they will also open their hearts to us. That means we need to treat everyone with love and respect. We need to prevent as many of those scars as we can.”

Felt like sharing this today :)
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The Mother's Day little Orchard

 Four years ago, I  decided that every Mother's Day, I was going to ask my husband and daughters that I wanted them to plant me a fruit tree  in our backyard. I thought it would remind me from my childhood. I had the best childhood that a kid could ever have. I grew up climbing fruit trees at my grandparents farm. Everything we would  eat since rice, beans, meat, vegetables, fruits, we had them all come from farm. I always wished I could give my little daughter a little bit of how I grew up. The first year we moved to this house, almost five years ago, my daughter and my husband planted me a pear tree. It's 2013 and this is the first year it is going to give us pears, The following year, they planted me a cherry tree, and this year we  got ONE little sweet cherry from it :) The following year they planted me an apple tree and last year I got two peaches tree. The peach tree had only ONE peach in it and it was simply huge, beautiful...I enjoyed so much going to the backyard and looking at my trees and watching the fruits getting big. it feels like they are just like my babies and the best gift I could ever have gotten.

We all here at home were wondering who would get to eat the very first peach... 

Today I thought, well, why not give Isabella and her little friends Chantel who spent the night at our house, to go and pick the first peach off the tree and share it between them. I don't know, but for some reason I wanted to teach my daughter a lesson. Something like, isn't this amazing that you guys planted me this fruit tree for  Mother's day and now  I give you the honor of having the very first fruit of it. I wanted them to realize that if they do good things to others, they will eventually have something good in return.

So, we had a "Harvesting the first ripen peach ceremony". 

The two girls went to the little peach tree, harvested the peach, we washed it and cut in half. I gave half peach to each one of them and watched them eating the peach. 

Isabella, says: - I don't think I like it I don't want this peach, I don't like this "pinkish" color inside. Chantel, started eating and then complained about texture of the skin feeling weird. I pealed it and she had some.  The ceremony was over in no time. They didn't appreciate it as much as I thought they would. oh well my husband and I ended up eating the rest of that peach and It was the most juicy, sweet peach we have ever had. Well, it was special because it came from the "Mother's Day Orchard" that is how we call our backyard now. I hope we are going to have many more trees planted there because our backyard is a little piece of paradise to us and mainly to me, a Mom who was raised in a farm and learned the value of, if we plant it, take care of it, we will eventually get fruits.

Maybe next year, when we have more fruits, Isabella will be a little older, I can try to teach her in a better way that in life, everything we plant, we will eventually end up harvesting. :) Let's plant good trees and good fruits will eventually be harvested!

Just wanted to share my peach tree ceremony :)

God bless

Zee
www.myfirstbirthdaydress.com

Is it possible for a child to be born vegetarian?

 

I cant get it out of my mind  yesterday at dinner time.

My 7 years old daughter Isabella is a very  picky eater. For some reason, she just doesn't eat meat if she knows it is meat. For example, chicken nugget, she eats it because I think she doesn't link that to an animal.. She just see those cute little pieces of  food but she cant see the chicken in front of her. Ok let me explain better.. It's so hard not to be able to speak a better English LOL 

Isabella is just like me. We both LOVE animals, all animals and birds. She wants a pet but so far what we have allowed her to have is a fish.

Isabella has never had steak or any red meat, she has had chicken nuts but I don't think she realizes that it comes from a chicken. Last night we had a rotisserie chicken for dinner.I set the chicken on the table while I cut the chicken breast into little fillets, I wanted so bad that she tried it, so, I told her:

-Isabella, if you at least, try to eat a piece of this chicken breast, I will let you open one of your packages of My little pony's blind bags...

Her eyes brighten up because she loves her little ponies. She has been collecting them. Her daddy bought her some bags and hung them on the refrigerator and she only gets to open one when she cleans her room or do something nice to help. She said "Ok I will try"  I handed her a piece of chicken breast. She took it and kept looking at it for a while then she turns to us and says:

_ Poor chicken, isn't it so sad that she has to be eaten by the humans?

- Her daddy replies: - That is what they are for.

-Are they supposed to be used as food? - Yes, her daddy says, it's on the bible.

It's on the bible? she asked while trying so hard to swallow a little piece she had in her mouth.

That made me feel so bad,.. Now I keep wondering, is it possible for a child to be born vegetarian? Or it is only because she loves the animals?

Zee

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