Where the Magic Happens: Part II

Well, since I impressed you so much with the post about my state of the art, in house photography studio, I thought I'd really knock your socks off by sharing a behind the scenes peek at Sweet Baby Dolly Worldwide HQ...

Yes, it's in a closet.

You see that wire basket on top of the printer? That's my International Shipping Center.

And behind that door is my Supply Warehouse (ok, it's a bookcase filled with yarn).

My grandpa made the desk 25 years ago, and I got the chair at a thrift store.

It's located in the center of the main floor of this 140 year old house. FYI, houses were not equipped with home offices in the 1800's.

Baby sleeping in the room to my right.

Husband watching some Pawn/Storage/Extreme Food Eating show in the room to my left.

Daughter dancing/prancing back and forth behind me.

I'm usually able to type one complete sentence without being interrupted.

Oh yeah, I know, I am serious business.

Confessions: I'm that Lady...

On Friday night my husbee took our daughter to a little rodeo they have in our town every year. I put Sir Charlie to bed and ordered one of my fave little pizzas: Chicken Delight= chicken, tomato, pineapple, onions, extra cheese, oregano, and dreamy creamy sauce. I ordered a Large, Marge yes I did.

I'm that lady who snatched that large pizza out of the delivery man's hand, closed the door, and yelled:

"PIZZA'S HERE!" even though nobody was home. At the moment it was important to me that he not think I was planning to eat the whole large pizza by myself. I now realize how ridiculous this is which is why I'm confessing.

FYI* I didn't eat the whole thing (because now I care that you think I did?). I plowed through about half of it when the Easter basket caught my eye, and I decided to dive into that for a bit.  Pre-menstrual much?  

Fab Foto Friday: The Hardest Part is Getting Started!

I love this picture.

I see sawdust on the floor, fresh cuts of lumber,

a flourescent light fixture (I didn't know they had those "back then"),

and an awesome vintage fan (want it).

I see a skinny guy with big ears who must have had some serious skills, passion, creativity and personality. He would eventually become a successful cabinet maker, father of 5, master landscaper, skilled photographer, and my grandpa. He always told us that the hardest part is getting started.

When I look at this picture I can imagine the guts it took to get started, and how much these men believed in what they were doing.

Every minute of every day is a chance to get started on Potential Greatness. Potential Success and Ultimate Happiness.

Isn't that exciting?

The Universe Speaks to You in Whispers

Oh Oprah, how much do I miss you?

"THISSS MUCH?" Oprah asked.

No Lady O, WAY more than that.

I've loved her and watched her and listened to her since I was a child. I'm pretty sure I have a file in my brain in which I store all of the information I've learned from her.

I'm okay with it if you hate her. I will still love her.

Anywho, my point: One of her big mantras is the idea that the universe (or God, or whatever you prefer) speaks to you. At first it whispers. And if you don't hear the whispers it will throw a little pebble. If you don't notice the pebble you get a big ol' rock... you get where I'm going with this, I know you do, you're very bright. The idea is that the longer you ignore these messages, the more apparent they will become until you are forced to react.

When The O-Dub (that's Oprah) talks, the J-Me (that's me, Jami) listens. 

And when the universe speaks, well I listen to that too.

So lately I've just been wondering (asking, or praying, whatever you want to hear) if there's something else/more I should be doing right now. And then I heard the whispers: blog blog blog.

But I didn't. Too busy. Little girl. Little baby. Lots of Sweet Baby Dolly orders. And I mean really, is anybody even reading this thing (I secretly hope not.)?

Now tonight, two times within 10 minutes I got the pebbles:

BLOG BLOG BLOGGITY BLOG

So there it is.

Back to the blog. I don't know why, and maybe I never will, but I heard the whispers, I noticed both pebbles, and now I have to react. If you think I'm a crazy wokka wing-nut talking up a bunch of hoo hoo, that's okay (cuz I pretty much am all of those things.).

But if you get what I'm sayin then Hi-Five for you.

What's the universe telling YOU?

p.s. One thing I don't listen to is my spell check... it's claiming that the following words aren't spelled correctly: wokka, hoo hoo, cuz, and sayin. That's a buncha foo-diddly.