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Close [in age] Sisters

Close in age sisters. I believe there is something special about sisters born within two years of one another. Maybe it is the same with brothers, only more girlie. I don't think the same bond is there for a sister and a brother. I'm not implying there is not a bond, or even a very close bond. I'm just stating that I believe there is something special going on internally with same sexed, close in age, siblings.

I have done no scientific study and I never had a sister. Heck, my brother was 7 years older so we were like separate families. But I have been watching the grand-sisters closely. It is a love-hate-deep love connection.

It is hard under the best of circumstances for kids to learn to share. There is give and take. I have watched the girls give-in for each other and I've seen them have complete melt-downs because they wanted something the other had. Normal kid stuff. But I watch their eyes looking into the other's. They are connecting on a much deeper level than is visible to the human eye...unless you are waching for it.

Our grand-sisters are as different as night & day. Miss A is a perfectionist and a pleaser. She is creative and loves to be busy. She excels at what she does because she plans it out in her mind. She likes her ducks in a row (except for cleaning up her messes...she will have an administrative assistant). She loves deeply and has a tender heart.

Miss D is easy going, likes her way, is very outgoing, and does not wear clothes that are stained or dirty. She digs in and moves forward and appears to be tough, but has a heart of gold.

Most of the time the grand-sisters get along. Most of the time they are fighting. All of the time they will defend each other. Up until last week I would have said that Miss A will defend Miss D and maybe Miss D will one day learn to defend her Miss A. Now, I can say that without a doubt Miss D loves her sister and cares about her feelings. That connection I have seen in their "looks" has shown itself in a way that we were blessed to witness at AYOP.

When Miss A was standing in a huge arena filled with hundreds of twirlers, from 0-6 through collegiate in age and varying levels, waiting for them to announce the winners, Miss D was listening. As they called out Miss A's group and her name was not called, Miss D began to cry. When her mommy asked her what was wrong she told her that she was crying for her sister because she did not win. I cried. It was the sweetest sister moment. I wish Miss A could have seen the love her sister showed that flowed from the deepest place in her little heart. It was a beautiful moment.




Fresh Find: Mm-hmm, I'm luvin' this hat!!!




Story Telling

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I admire people who can tell stories. I can't do this. I can't creatively embellish and connect thoughts in that way. Even though I feel I'm pretty creative, creating fiction is just not something I can do.

When I saw this scene, when we were on the Notre Dame University campus, I fell in love again with how Jesus is a story teller. He doesn't need to create fiction stories. He shares the truth. His parables are some of the best known stories in history. He shares the Truth in a simple and creative way that allows understanding.

Mark 4:30-32 — The Mustard Seed

Again he said, “What shall we say the kingdom of God is like, or what parable shall we use to describe it? It is like a mustard seed, which is the smallest seed you plant in the ground. Yet when planted, it grows and becomes the largest of all garden plants, with such big branches that the birds of the air can perch in its shade.”

Even though I know that story telling is not my thing, I know that when God gives me words that I should share them. He is generous.


Fresh Find: What a beautiful cradle.



Several years ago I purchased some books that are called Petit Pattern Books. They are beautiful collections of art in themselves because every page represents a petit pattern and each book is a different theme. The books contain a CD with digital copies of each graphic page. When I had my stationery business, Arissa Designs, I used these on many occasions. 

Because we have a different computer I needed to reload them. What joy each page brought to my day. It is a small thing, but I'll take small and enjoy them!

Petit books blog


Fresh Find: A fun chip & dip set.



"But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth." Acts 1:8

I suppose you can understand me a little if you understand that you will never be able to understand me at all. I have a totally different wiring process than the average person. I'm not saying it is better or worse, but I love my wiring. As much as it sometimes frustrates others it blesses me because I know who created me. I see things differently. I feel things differently. I enjoy things differently. I understand things differently. I'm purposefully different.

When I read the scripture above [Acts 1:8] I sense an immediate command of, "you will." You WILL receive power and you WILL be a witness to the Truth of Jesus Christ. Saying you will may rub some the wrong way. There is a submissiveness that comes with an understanding of the gift and the giver. We aren't asked to do something we aren't equipped for. God equips us. He loves us and equips us to love others in Truth. It is a very simple concept.

I'm not one that enjoys being told what to do. In my humanness, my feathers ruffle...through my faith, being submissive becomes purposeful.

What do I have to offer to the those God places in my life? Sometimes I think about the fact that I have very little to offer. Seriously. I'm not trying to put myself down. I appreciate who I am and how very blessed I am, but when God handed out the obvious talents to bring others to him, I must have been hiding.

I am okay with being different and not having some sort of visible talent because...I know God wired me. I guess this is why I never understand how those with the talent of music can not share and use it for the Glory of our Father in Heaven. I understand that not everyone can be in the choir but I do hope that the musically gifted souls are finding a way to share God's love through it in some way.

So many times we find that we don't understand and that we don't have answers. This is how I approach my lack of seeing how God can possibly use me. I don't give up. I get up each day asking God to use me to make a difference in a life. Maybe this difference will be the seed that grows into his greatest harvest.

When I get to heaven maybe I will understand how he used me. Maybe I'll never know. What I do know is that the scripture says...YOU WILL receive power and YOU WILL be my witnesses. I think this says we have a choice of acceptance and service. Now, what we do with our choice is up to us.

I choose this day to serve the One God!


When we were in South Bend this past week I snapped this reflection picture. It is one of my all-time favorite blessings from God. He gives me such beauty to see. Feeling blessed!


The Notre Dame University stadium is known for its view of "Touchdown Jesus", a nickname given to the large mural entitled The Word of Life by Millard Sheets of the resurrected Jesus. Installed in 1964 on the Hesburgh Library, the mosaic wall looms over the stadium, mirroring the raised arms of a referee signifying a touchdown. The expansion of the stadium in the late 1990s partially obscured the view of the mural from the playing field. The Word of Life mural was a gift of Mr. and Mrs. Howard V. Phalin of Winnetka, Illinois.

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What a crazy but blessed past week we have had! I'm a stress-er and to some a stressor, but this past week was an, it is what it is week, and I had to deal with it.

I don't handle change well at all. It isn't that I don't enjoy some change, but I must be able to process it prior and this often creates stress overload for me. So, by the time the change finally occurs I am exhausted. Sudden change just sends me into an internal meltdown. Understanding my Aspergers has really helped me try and face the music in a more effective way.

We have had a new computer in a closet for some time. It was going to take a week or so to get the old data to the new so it sat. I just wasn't at a place to face the transition.

We were excited when our Miss A qualified for the A.Y.O.P. (America's Youth on Parade) on the campus of Notre Dame University in South Bend, Indiana. It is a week long competition, celebrating its 45th year on the Notre Dame campus, where baton twirlers and half-time shows compete on the national level.

Miss A's mom competed in this very same competition for 9 consecutive years in the late 80s, early 90s. What fun it was for us to see this mother-daughter-grand-sister combo return to our old stomping grounds.

While we were away our computer was data transferred. Perfect timing. It is up and running and even though I do not totally understand Windows 8 yet...I bet I will before long! LOL

Our Miss A did really well for her first time competing on the local, state, regional, and National level. We are very proud of her. Miss D had a blast, too. Here are Miss A, their twirling friend, Chelsea, Miss D, and the grand-sister's daddy, B.

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We, Clinton and I, stayed at The Morris Inn, on the campus of Notre Dame. I will highly recommend staying on campus at this historical inn. It has been completely refurbished and is beautiful PLUS it is on one of the most architecturally beautiful campuses! This picture is from the cemetery that rests at the entry to the campus. This cemetery has many historical and age impressive features.

I have many pictures from our week and I look forward to sharing a few along as I blog and post. This one just spoke to me...


Proverbs 31:26 ... She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.


Fresh Find: What a wonderfully shaped table!



It has come to this. I will be down. I will have no computer for a week. It will be good reflection time. It will be interesting. It may cause a nervous breakdown or it could be grand. Be back soon under new management (Windows 8).

Gold fingers...or in this case pewter...the sign poles are painted. It was a little windy today. I've got shiny hair and face, as well! LOL



Fresh Find: What beautiful cuff links.



I was born to Lorena Zoe Etter (2014) & John Phillip Dayton (1995) on July 13, 1955.  Born with red hair (yes, I am a true redhead & I tan more than burn), green eyes and teeth that would one day need braces…I was a cutie!  You might think I might be Irish but our Dayton ancestors come from England.


My first years were spent in a small house we called the “little house” behind my mother’s parent’s home on Nassau Street.  I never knew my father’s parents although I blame my early wrinkling face to my dad’s mom!  My mother’s parents, Lucy & Hugh Etter were huge influences in my life; We called them Cranny & Bo.  Bo called me Pete and my brother he called Bosco…go figure that one out!   


Across the street from my grandparents lived Clariece & DJ Anderson nicknamed by us kids…Anners & DJ.  They had a daughter Marie who took great care of me as a young child.  I spent lots of time crossing Nassau Street.  You may know Marie through her kids Heather, Nicholle & David Tom from TV and movies.    Marie taught me to swim at, what we call these days, the “old” Westridge pool where she was the lifeguard.  I loved the smell of the cedar as it heated in the sun.  I’d watch for hours as she showed kids how to love and respect the water.


I “grew up” on Irene Street in a 2 bedroom, one bath home.  I shared a bedroom with my brother, John (2014).  John was 7 years older than me and we both lived to aggravate each other…the stories we could tell.


My mom worked in retail from the time she was 14…at the Dixie Shop, Nan’s, and finally at Marse & Son.  My dad worked in the appliance department of Sears for years & years & years.  Everyone thought he looked like Porter Wagner.  I grew up in these stores.  I got many new record albums that came in at Sears and I finally grew into the Dixie Shop clothes.  What fun times. 


In today’s world you would call me a “latchkey kid”.  Both my parents worked and so each day I would walk the mile home from College Hill Elementary School to our house.  We didn’t lock our doors and never thought about it being dangerous!  In the springtime I had to dig a bucket of dandelions each day when I got home.  I learned to fluff the bucket!  I did not like to dig weeds& I still don’t!


I grew up in Girl Scouts and was a Senior Cadet Scout.  My first hike I showed up wearing little gold pixie flats, like the ones that are back in style now…thin soles and comfy!  Mrs. Walker & Mrs. Leach, our leaders, just laughed.  I made it fine.  I like cute shoes to this day!!!  Through Girl Scouts, I became good friends with Suzy Leach and her dad, Alton, flew us to Knox City every other weekend to stay at her grandparents.   He did all kinds of stunts with that airplane.  Upside down, sideways, loops; joy riding in the sky!  I remember it like it was yesterday.  That is a bad sign, when you remember the past more than the present, right?


I spent every day each summer at the Plainview Country Club Pool…unless I was traveling all over the country with my grandparents in the back of a pickup under a camper!  My cousin & I grew up singing songs like Swing Low Sweet Chariot & Jeremiah was a Bullfrog at the top of our lungs as we traveled through all the Western United States and stopped at every historical marker along the way!!!  One of the most beautiful places we ever visited was Yellowstone National Park.  I just can’t even describe the beauty.  Breathtaking and the colors are magnificent!  If you have visited there, you know.


I grew up attending First Baptist Church where I accepted Christ at a young age. I remember special teachers who made a difference in my life.  My faith was very important to me as a teenager and it was through prayer that God led me to meet Clinton Wall, son of Peggy & TC Wall.


Clinton and I had our first date to a PHS football game.  I got to shop at Kristi’s and bought the cutest hip-hugger, lavender, double knit-bell bottoms; a lavender turtleneck and an off-white with lavender flowered crocheted belt and I was set to go!  This was our senior year, 1973. After graduation, I went to West Texas State & he went to Tech to play baseball.  That distance didn’t work out well, and I did not enjoy college life so, I came back and worked at Gabriel’s with Dickie Perkins in the shoe department. I loved my time working for Frank & Max Gabriel.


We were married in May of 1975.  We moved to Lubbock where I worked in the shoe department as an assistant to the buyer for Latham’s while Clinton finished school.  We lived in a brand new tiny efficiency apartment.  I remember that when I got my commission check we would splurge and eat at McDonald’s Restaurant!  Clinton graduated from Tech in May 1977 and we moved back to Plainview and Aaron was born August 1st.  I remember standing on the porch with him and asking myself, what do I do now?  No manual came with him!  Three years later, in the snow storm of November 25, 1980, we had Chrissa.  We convinced Dr. Larry (Karrh) to let us go home for Thanksgiving Day.  Chrissa loves to tell the story of how we laid her on the living room floor while we all went into the kitchen to eat our Thanksgiving dinner!  Poor baby! 


I was then the part-time Children’s Minister at First Baptist Church.  God made it very clear to me that I needed to be a stay at home mom, what a job!  The hardest job I have ever had but the most rewarding!


Clinton and I have continued our journey together for 39 years.  I know, you ask how he puts up with me.  I get that a lot!    I always say, how would you like to live with someone who is perfect?  I think Clinton is.  We laugh a lot and enjoy just being together. He continues to work with High Plains Concrete, a ready-mix concrete business…oh, and do you know the difference between cement and concrete? 


Aaron Dayton works at High Plains Concrete, loves Kelsey, Jonci, and their pets.  Chrissa J’rene (my name until my dad said “No” … combined for John & Lorena) married her high school sweetheart Brandon.  They have Adelyn & Dylan, the grand-sisters!  They also have a dog and a cat.


So many opportunities have been provided to me through the years.  In my faith I strive to be sensitive every day to the Holy Spirit and to those he places in my life.  God has blessed my family and I owe it all to him.  My gift is faith. There is a song I listened to as a youth called, I’ve Got Confidence by a group called Revelation.  It starts like this, “I’ve got confidence, God is going to see me through, no matter what the case may be, I know he’s going to fix it for me”…and he does. What I do these days is live each day expecting the unexpected impulses that the Holy Spirit nudges me with.


In 2014 God God took the puzzle pieces of my life and completed my understanding of how he wired me for a special purpose. I am blessed to be involved in his ministry in many ways, now to include Asperger Syndrome.


I love art.  I am very thankful that God allows me to see.  My eyesight is fading a little with age and I try to see each day all the beauty that God created and allows me to enjoy.  I enjoy painting and I enjoy photography.  I love to read and play in the dirt and am amazed when seeds grow into plants that bloom into beautiful flowers.  I write poetry from time to time, maintain a couple of blogs; one personal and one where I explore the place we are blessed to live…Plainview, Texas.




Dead End ... NOT

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But God raised him from the dead, freeing him from the agony of death, because it was impossible for death to keep its hold on him. Acts 2:24

Some days are just agony. Then He gives me peace & rest.

I know not why God’s wondrous grace to me He hath made known, nor why, unworthy, Christ in love redeemed me for His own. 

But “I know Whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I’ve committed unto Him against that day.”

I know not how this saving faith to me He did impart, nor how believing in His Word wrought peace within my heart.

But “I know Whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I’ve committed unto Him against that day.”

I know not how the Spirit moves, convincing men of sin, revealing Jesus through the Word, Creating faith in Him.

But “I know Whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I’ve committed unto Him against that day.”

I know not what of good or ill may be reserved for me, of weary ways or golden days, before His face I see.

But “I know Whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I’ve committed unto Him against that day.”

I know not when my Lord may come, at night or noonday fair, nor if I walk the vale with Him, or meet Him in the air.

But “I know Whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I’ve committed unto Him against that day.”

Dead End ... NOT!


Fresh Find: Fun lollipops! Pick a flavor!!!


This Ain't My First Carnival

It is Throw Back Thursday and ...

Do you have the fear of long words; hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia? What about the fear of using the wrong word? Since there is no clinical term for this phobia, we will call it...wrongworduseaphobia.

So, you are talking to a friend and you want to have a great comeback like, "This isn't my first rodeo." But you are afraid you will say something like, "This ain't my first carnival." So, you stay quite instead.

My friend Jeanie and I spent the evening in the ER. She is fine but needed some laughter is the best medicine from tonight. We were both rolling in the ER room. They kicked us out. She feels better.

It ain't my first rodeo! Oh my!!! This was my Texas attire for my dear friend, Marie Tom's, 60th birthday in California a few years ago.

Maybe I should hitch me up horse at the 'grab joint'  that old carny was tellin' me 'bout!




Fresh Find: I wanta be a cowgirl. Love these boots!