Last fall I was approached by Lipstick Magazine for Womens editor. She had an idea for a column. She was looking for an ettiquete column with some great advice but with a kick. She wanted it sassy, tongue in check and with lots of humor. Little Miss Perfect was born. And she came into the publishing world with a kick!
With permission from Lipstick we will be copying the articles on our blog! So stay tuned for some sass in your pants!
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What a fun way to celebrate a 40th! Brad’s wife approached me with an idea….she had an old newspaper clipping from Brad’s high school football days and we went from there. I love the picture and the invite found is a perfect match. We had alot of fun with the play on words for the invite and at the actual party made some coasters with the picture on them! Although the event was a small family event, the invitation made Brad’s family members chuckle as they anticipated walking down memory lane with Brad.
I get to be the constant reminder in Brad’s life that he has turned 40! Of course it was back in April but I like to keep giving out gifts. I know Brad is an avid reader of numerous blogs and I am determined to make mine one of them so I am giving him a cover story…
I have known Brad for years, worked with his mother and befriended his wife (who is WAY to good for Brad). I say all this tongue in check as I know Brad thinks my husband Jeff is way to good for me.
Don’t worry Brad…I will be available for Jodi’s 40th!
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This past weekend my famiy buried a beloved uncle. I had no intention of posting about this as it has little to do with my stationery business…but feel I have the forum…I should use it.
My uncle was born and raised in the house I currently live. He was the oldest son of 6 children. He, himself had seven children and I constantly remind each cousin they are all older than myself!
During the years I was growing up in the Kansas City area so were my cousins. My uncle was a police officer for Kansas City and my dad was a highway patrolman out of Lee’s Summit. My sister and I delighted in going to our cousins house in downtown KC area. They tortured us relentlessly and we always went back for more.
It was at this house I enjoyed the victory of the US 1980 hockey team as they beat the Russians and later went on to win the gold. It was at this house that my cousin Fred taught me that if you grab someone’s arm and twist in opposite directions it leaves an angry red mark. It was also at this house that I first learned the word cancer. Shortly after the Americans defeated the Russians we lost my beloved sweet Aunt Dorothy to cancer.
So many years later, we have all grown and moved our separate ways but I came back to the farm, the youngest of all the cousins. I was lucky enough to buy the original home on the family farm and live smack in the middle of our family history. During this time I developed a great relationship to my Uncle John who had also returned to his hometown. Many afternoons were spent on our long gravel driveway, he sitting in his 1960 something crown vic…ok ok that may not have been the actual year but close to it. And me standing around talking about where my older and wiser cousins were up to now. One particular cousin, Steve moved back to our town as well and we sipped a many beers together the past few years.
When my uncle passed on last week, his children decided to lay him to rest at the old family cemetary a football field from my front door. At first I was nervous on the idea thinking who will take care of it. But yesterday after a beauitful policeman’s burial which included a 15 gun salute and old junior hopping up for a final goodbye, through tears I realized…this is where he belongs. He will forever be watching over our farm and family and I am grateful for that.
The night ended with a celebration of family and Uncle John stories, numerous laughs remembering how he was larger than life. As I sit on a couch a friend of mine donated for the weekend and looked at my family, all the cousins grown, some with their own grandchildren, my sister, my own dad…I have never felt prouder…it was a beautiful moment and one Uncle John truly deserved. So here is to you Uncle John, thank you for taking such good care of your family…all of us even extended, during your life and now in afterlife. We will see you soon!
This picture was taken immediately after the burial. Once the son went down the couch was more flooded with humans and lots of beer later…well I might post those pics later!
