Do You Know What A Kea Is?

If you know me, you know that I am a bird lover. I knew a Kia was a car, but I had never heard of a Kea.

My blogger friend in New Zealand posted about seeing a Kea. She has linked to THE MOST AMAZING video of how intellegent these birds are. Please visit her blog and take a moment to see the video. I guarantee you will be amazed.
http://stoneweaver.blogspot.com/

My Ear Hears Color AKA June 2009 BJP

It started as a phrase I say to my grandson often. "You only hear what you want to hear". Its not really what he HEARS, its how he chooses to interpret what I said. Which got me thinking about other ear phrases, or ear idioms.

Ever hear "Blow it out your ear!"? ~ Means leave me alone.

How 'bout "In one ear and out the other". ~ Heard it, didn't remember it.

Do you "Turn a deaf ear"? ~ Ignore someone who is asking for something.

The walls have ears. ~ Someone may be listening to your private conversation.

And this one is for me:
Be all ears. ~ Eager to hear what will be said.

So, I found this picture of an ear and thought I would bead it. Just for fun. Just because my May page was intense for me. The beads were simple, but the meditation was deep. So I promised this June page would be colorful. Its the page I mentioned in an earlier post that I showed my grandson when I explained that its OK to be your own person.

MY ear is colorful. It is seldom naked. It usually has big and bold earrings adorning it. I love glitz and color and bling!

MY ear hears wonderful music. Lady GAGA when I'm jazzed and Cody LePow when I want to be quiet and feel the blues. There's a whole spectrum in between.

MY ear HEARS what you say, even when you haven't actually spoken the words that are in your heart.

So, I present to you~~~~MY ear.

I AM NOT JUST AN EAR!

I am colorful.

I can bring the world to life.

I am silly.

I can make you laugh till you cry.

I am odd.

I hear the unspoken word.

I can make you wild when I hear music,

Or I can make you sad.

I am happy to be me.

BJP 2010

I am so excited. There will be another year of the BJP and registration starts tomorrow.

You may not know about the project.

Maybe you enjoy bead embroidery, but never thought about joining this group.

Maybe you thought the project is too big a committment.

Well let me tell you, if you are even a smidge interested in knowing what this is about, click here to find out about it.

O, I know, I haven't finished 2009 on time, but so what. Life threw me some curves this year and family was the priority for a while. But so what! I have plenty of time to finish before the next year starts. After all, this project is for ME and I love it. I have found great cyber friends, learned a whole lot about myself and found an outlet for my inner thoughts.

Just check it out. We LOVE new friends!

Grandparents have wisdom, sometimes!

This morning I overheard my two grandsons conversation as they were getting ready for school. Corey was kidding his younger brother, Ky because Ky played a game of Yugio (sp) with one of his friends. Apparently that is a GEEK thing to do. What I heard was the perfect moment to discuss being an individual.

They tell me all the time I think deep, and I do. I said just a moment, let me show you something. I got out my current beading project to show them. I held it up to show them how goofy it looks. I told them about the vision I had of this piece before I started it. I mentioned that I have so many beading friends whose work I admire and would like to bead just like them. Talking about my project again, I explained how I am realizing that I am developing my own beading style that will be like no one else's.

Speaking to Ky, I explained to him that its OK if he likes to play the game that his brother was kidding him about. There are things he likes to do. Things that he is good at and enjoys doing more than other things. If it makes him happy, then that is all that matters. I also mentioned that its OK for his brother to like doing things that he doesn't.

As Ky listened and nodded his head in agreement, his brother gave him a smile and socked Ky's arm. I think that is the male equivalent to a hug.

These are some of the moments I live for.

Indian Wisdom

Treat all men alike.

Give them all the same law.

Give them all an even chance to live and grow.

All men were made by the same Great Spirit Chief.

They are all brothers.

The Earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it.

Let me be a free man, free to travel, free to stop, free to work, free to trade where I choose my own teachers, free to follow the religion of my fathers, free to think and talk and act for myself, and I will obey every law, or submit to the penalty.

Heinmot Tooyalaket ( Chief Joseph), Nez Perce Leader

OOAK- Harley Necklace is Done!

We are a family of bikers.

Though Terry can't ride anymore because of his RA, his brothers and their kids all have bikes. One of my nephews has a shop making custom bikes...you know, like Orange County Choppers.



When we were collecting items for a garage sale recently, I came across a Harley key chain. I didn't think much about it. I started choosing beads and made this necklace for my sister-in-law Judy.

I gave it to her Sunday and she loved it.

Instant Gratification!!

Bye-Bye Bad Bird

Some of you have asked what is happening in my quest to be rid of the bad bird or the Guestapo Bird as he has also been called. All summer long, be have been missed birds frequenting our feeders. We have been driven crazy by the Bad Bird who continues to peck on our house and car windows. It's really embarassing to go to work with white bird do-do dripped down the car door! I have to admit though, it is kind of amusing watching him fly from the front to the back, and back to the front of the house on guard against other birds in the feeders.

If you follow my blog, you may remember me telling you about Mr. and Mrs. Baldy. Well, they are still near, but rarely come to the feeders out of fear, I suppose.

A few years ago, I picked up a bird trap for English Sparrows when we thought that we would attract Blue Birds to our yard. I asked Terry if he thought we could trap Bad Bird. We agreed it was worth a shot. He set up the trap with mirrors under and behind it in hopes that Bad Bird would want to fight himself in the mirrors. We actually had forgotten about it because it wasn't working.

If you have never seen one, here it is. No, that's not Bad Bird inside. Its just a replica.

This morning I was so excited because both Mr. and Mrs. Baldy were eating at the feeders. When Terry went outside later, he came back in to tell me that the reason the Baldys were back was because Bad Bird was in the trap!!!

We put the trap in the back of the truck and drove him about 20 miles south.

We turned him loose and he flew up to the top of Grissom Jr. High. My grandson said he was up there looking to see what direction to fly home. He thought for sure Bad Bird would get there before us!