tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246974042024-03-23T14:11:42.370-04:00amy rue in Lumpling LandIn which we are introduced to Amy Rue, the Lumplings and other such nonsense.amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.comBlogger123125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-60698200135723729192012-11-17T16:13:00.000-05:002012-11-17T16:13:03.461-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>Sister by 7Seconds</u><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Please believe me, I'm on your side</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Though I know I can't feel what you do</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Can't see what you see</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">But my respect & love is deeper than you'll</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">ever really know</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">& I know it may be hard for me</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">to ever really show what's here inside</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Friend, sister, see through hungry times we see the most</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">You're my family, I thank you for</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">the time you chose to be part of my life</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">You help me fight against the pain</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I'll see you on the other side.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">It never matters even when it's strained</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Together we can make the world seem like the place it could be</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">& though the hate & anger come & goes</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">We'll walk along this road</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Down a path where walls fall over</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">& fall down upon our heads & wakes again</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">We gotta cross this crazy bridge again</span></span></div>
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amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-13800388576938421502012-01-09T21:10:00.000-05:002012-01-09T21:10:26.441-05:00January 2012 Lumplings released!Release the Lumplings!!<br />
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We have a lovely bunch of Lumplings waiting for you in the <u><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/Lumplings?ref=si_shop" target="_blank">'Amy Rue's Lumplings Etsy shop'</a></u>. They are ever so hopeful that someone will adopt them into loving homes.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrbApPQzofE/TwuZv5on0LI/AAAAAAAAAYw/FQnoD-x67Yg/s1600/bunny+blanket+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrbApPQzofE/TwuZv5on0LI/AAAAAAAAAYw/FQnoD-x67Yg/s320/bunny+blanket+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I know I always say that my kitty cats don't like to play with the Lumplings, however, my little baby cat, Sookie, decided to make a liar out of me!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">During the Lumpling photo shoot this week she wanted to be in the pictures and let us all know that she is so much cuter than any ole stuffed cat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ffNeZN1qjYM/Twudwr_UhwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ThBDf50lwvM/s1600/_MG_9195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ffNeZN1qjYM/Twudwr_UhwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ThBDf50lwvM/s320/_MG_9195.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Sookie & Lumplings</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-23575052369818561872010-12-12T17:55:00.000-05:002010-12-12T17:55:50.256-05:00Lumplings are like snowflakes...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's snowing great big gorgeous snowflakes here in Georgia today. I've been hanging out next to the cozy fireplace with my rat terrier, Ollie Blue, watching a Lark Rise to Candleford marathon on PBS and listing new Lumplings in my Etsy shop.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">http://www.etsy.com/shop/amyrue</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Later on, my husband, Hans, and I will begin baking my Grandma Grace's special holiday cake for the Christmas orders that are coming in from our December Woodbridge Inn Newsletter. We have this recipe in Hans' cookbook & Hans came up with the idea of offering a fully done cake to our customers this year. I hope everyone loves the cake's orangey goodness as much as we do!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Don't forget to follow us on Facebook...There's a link in the sidebar there!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">xoxo,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Amy Rue</span></span></div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-76100702401473851052010-11-30T20:36:00.000-05:002010-11-30T20:36:33.397-05:00Gingerbread Lumplings looking for Holiday Homes!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Goodness</span>...So I know it's been forever & a day since I posted. Sorry about that!</span><br />
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<i>✵<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You CAN catch me, for I am the <b>GingerLump</b>...</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">desperate for my own forever home,</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hopefully, it's not a dump!</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">No more shall I roam!</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, click click click!</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As fast as you can...</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'll be there before Old St. Nick,</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cause he's a slow, old man!</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Just, uh...keep the foxes away,</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mmm-kay?✵</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A note from Amy Rue: <b>GingerLumps</b> are a Holiday tradition in my family. I usually make them for my children for our Winter Solstice & Yule celebrations. Last year, I was so very very proud as my little girl, age 6 at the time, sewed her very first Lumpling: a <b>GingerLump</b> that she calls <b>Gingy</b>. All of her little friends adore <b>Gingy</b> & I thought I should share our GingerLumps with everyone if they can bring more smiles out there!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I</span> post more frequent updates over on <b>Facebook</b> where there is a Lumplings fanpage. I'd love for you to join me there & say Hello! Facebook has been great for posting pictures of Lumplings as I make them so you can have sneak peeks into who will be coming up for adoption soon.<br />
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Speaking of soon...We will have a small herd of bunny & kitty Lumplings making their way into the Etsy shop this next week! I'll update here when it happens!<br />
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I've tried emailing the mailing list, but there is some glitch with the server so I'll try again later.<br />
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Also, today I created a facebook fanpage for the Lumplings. You can see the link and how to join on the left side of this blog page.<br />
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I will be updating on the facebook page when I'm sewing and whatnot. <br />
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Also, if you'd like to ask any questions of me the Facebook page will be perfect for that! <br />
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And last, I've been reworking amyrue.com lately. Simplifying it really. The front page will be tweaked some more with some adds and a picture change and then it should be completely done! <br />
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Now, when you click on 'shop' at amyrue.com it will bring you straight to my Etsy shop. Etsy has made the Lumpling adoptions much more sane for me and I'll keep it for now!<br />
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<a href="http://www.amyrue.com/">Amyrue.com!</a>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-59617813455511395012009-08-03T01:27:00.002-04:002009-08-03T01:28:24.571-04:00small Herd Of LumplingsThere is a small herd of Lumplings at my etsy shop!<div><br /></div><div>I'll have to post pictures tomorrow, but here is the link:</div><div><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=295"><br /></a></div><div><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=295">Amy Rue's Lumpling Land</a></div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-30088298118311563962009-07-01T22:36:00.004-04:002009-07-01T22:58:29.685-04:00eh? Wot's wot!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/SkwdgxtMOMI/AAAAAAAAATM/xwjcGqMwR0w/s1600-h/rumpy3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/SkwdgxtMOMI/AAAAAAAAATM/xwjcGqMwR0w/s400/rumpy3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353686505972578498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"And I know 7 months is a long time...but I think that you will find, Lumplings are basically the same..."</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Song from Yom Yom Lumpling, with apologies to Depeche Mode</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We have a new herd appearing on etsy:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=295">Amy Rue's Lumpling Land</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=295</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I put some up tonight and more will pop up tomorrow (July 2nd)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/SkwdgxfP9gI/AAAAAAAAATE/2YgcaDPzvGs/s1600-h/oddssods1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/SkwdgxfP9gI/AAAAAAAAATE/2YgcaDPzvGs/s400/oddssods1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353686505914103298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Very sorry about the length of time that it has taken me to get this herd up for adoption. It's been a helluva a year!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm almost terrified of what this second six months will bring with 2009.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wait, there isn't any "almost" about. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I might need diapers if I think about it too much.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you follow my husband's blog/story then you know what I'm talkin' about.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If not...well, it's a sordid story of hospitals, brain lesions, cancer, not cancer, bleeding, more blood, children seeing blood, children thinking daddy was gonna die, mama thinking the same, and oh yay, the doctors also thought that...nice to be on the same page and all...ugh... shuffling sick husband on planes, husband doesn't know how old he is, how long have we been married? How did we get here? How old are the children? At least he always knew we had kids, small blessings, fitting for whole brain radiation, dear god the side effects, scans, more scans, living in the hospital again, again, brain biopsy, pain and more pain for him, no I can't effing eat or sleep, how could I? but then a light! A beam of hope in the form of infection (yes), strep?? In the brain??</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Did you get all that? Yeah, me either. But it sure has taken up our year.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/SkwdgpZ1MLI/AAAAAAAAAS8/1DUubPJPego/s1600-h/yomyomsquare.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/SkwdgpZ1MLI/AAAAAAAAAS8/1DUubPJPego/s400/yomyomsquare.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353686503743893682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">There has been good though... Hans' book came out and everyone loves it. We are all quite chuffed and proud of him. He is making a nice recovery, still in pain, but better all the time. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We are enjoying our summer with the kids and finding our rhythm in life again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-78294639965973834642008-12-09T16:20:00.006-05:002008-12-09T16:31:22.891-05:00Holiday Herd<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/ST7hX1AdKDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/w_2kA3hdXGo/s1600-h/wagon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/ST7hX1AdKDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/w_2kA3hdXGo/s400/wagon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277903612807030834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here come Lumpling paws! Here come Lumpling Paws!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Right down <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=295">etsy lane</a>!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Marzipan & Kringle & all their fuzzy friends</div><div style="text-align: center;">are all looking for the same!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tiny bells ringing, Lumplings singing</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hoping for new homes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Get mouses ready, check your paypal!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cause Lumplings are on the way!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Heya everyone!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm so excited to bring the newest herd to you!</div><div style="text-align: center;">We have a baker's dozen looking for new digs</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/ST7hXvAATNI/AAAAAAAAARs/t9kP4wbyDMA/s1600-h/wreath+deer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/ST7hXvAATNI/AAAAAAAAARs/t9kP4wbyDMA/s400/wreath+deer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277903611194526930" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">They are all in my <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=295">etsy store</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/ST7hKFGhhQI/AAAAAAAAARk/Wtqzevs16Mo/s1600-h/marzipan+sq.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/ST7hKFGhhQI/AAAAAAAAARk/Wtqzevs16Mo/s400/marzipan+sq.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277903376609281282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I'm slow at getting them all there today....so there are about four that will go up later this evening.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll send out the bulk email this evening letting everyone know the Lumps are loose. I always let the blog know first!</div></div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-54999822466448361712008-10-15T15:32:00.007-04:002008-10-15T15:56:15.999-04:00Oh, a Lumpling we will go!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/SPZHIrxWriI/AAAAAAAAARc/hnQc8_fZr-M/s1600-h/IMG_1866.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/SPZHIrxWriI/AAAAAAAAARc/hnQc8_fZr-M/s400/IMG_1866.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257467829515890210" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Hey hot stuff, wanna come look at my singles profile?</div><div style="text-align: center;">I like long walks on the beach, champagne and peanut butter.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/SPZFxYHIPLI/AAAAAAAAARU/pKOjWuJobMo/s1600-h/IMG_1900.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/SPZFxYHIPLI/AAAAAAAAARU/pKOjWuJobMo/s400/IMG_1900.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257466329589890226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">If you have a look see at my <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=295">etsy spot </a>you'll see the newest herd of Lumplings.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We have 10 looking for good homes!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm adding them right now, so there are only a few up.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Lumpling stories come as I go along and sometimes they are hard to get information out of.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/SPZFfezv78I/AAAAAAAAARM/YxTFIpOlenM/s1600-h/IMG_1894.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/SPZFfezv78I/AAAAAAAAARM/YxTFIpOlenM/s400/IMG_1894.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257466022150008770" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">As always, I give the first heads up to adoption time here on the blog and I'll be emailing the Lumpling email list later. I still have a whole bunch of new names and emails to update it with.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hop on over and see if a Lumpling looks like 'the one'!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=295">amy rue's etsy shop</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-83546559096661769562008-09-22T12:12:00.004-04:002008-09-22T12:22:37.032-04:00sneaking in<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/SNfFadz2N-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9RO__44Ro8/s1600-h/IMG_9658.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/SNfFadz2N-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9RO__44Ro8/s400/IMG_9658.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248880949192964066" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It's been a great long while, but I'm back with offerings of Fuzzy wee Lumplings.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/SNfFa0ZQGgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2z91AwOI08Y/s1600-h/IMG_9656.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/SNfFa0ZQGgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2z91AwOI08Y/s400/IMG_9656.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248880955255429634" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We have ten lonely Lumplings looking for new homes over on my <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=295">etsy page</a>.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We've been so very busy in the Rue household, that it would be impossible to list it all. But school is back in and I've more time to devote to the lumpling adoptions.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So here we go again!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-47011976599113080922007-12-08T17:30:00.001-05:002007-12-08T17:39:10.650-05:00Giving Etsy a go<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/R1sbSCX-a-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/eI1EC7Gvero/s1600-h/gubble+bum.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/R1sbSCX-a-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/eI1EC7Gvero/s400/gubble+bum.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141733396262579170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Since I'm still learning to get around on the mac here and I really want to get these Lumplings out there for everyone to adopt, I'm going to give Etsy a try.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So as my test, the Lumpling seen above has just been put up for adoption on Etsy. I'm sure that I forgot to include a million things, but hopefully it will work!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=295"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">A new Amy Rue shop is up at Etsy</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">and that should link to it... I hope.</div><div style="text-align: center;">or</div><div style="text-align: center;">http://www.amyrue.etsy.com</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't know if this will be how I do all adoptions in the future, or just for now. If it makes life easier here in Lumpling land it might stay! For right now, the regular amyrue.com is stagnant and I need to learn how to update it from this new system very soon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gubble & Bum are up right now and I'll probably add several more Lumplings later this evening!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-51280323740317011172007-12-06T22:26:00.000-05:002007-12-06T23:13:30.604-05:00hold your breath & let go....<div style="text-align: center;">Over the highway and through the woods we went to Grandma Grace's.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The one time of the year that I see my paternal side of the family. We've all flocked to Grandma's every year for that one special day of Grandma's cooking. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Grandma doesn't cook anymore. She looks confused and Aunt B told me that she had tumors near her brain. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But I made her famous orange cranberry cake and even though it wasn't as good as Grandma's I was proud to see everyone attack it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/R1jBCiX-a8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/q3L4L617wvY/s1600-h/grandmas1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/R1jBCiX-a8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/q3L4L617wvY/s400/grandmas1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141071223974685634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And my kids got to play on the rope swing. I spent hours and hours of my childhood whirling on the rope swing outside of Grandma's.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">See those blue stairs with the big E behind Finn? Crumpled now, but still strong when I was a child, we would climb to the top and jump on the swing. A cousin or uncle would grab the hanging rope and pull me high enough to kick branches.... sending spanish moss and acorns into the air.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/R1jBDCX-a9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/8XCSFAViB1Q/s1600-h/grandmas+21.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/R1jBDCX-a9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/8XCSFAViB1Q/s400/grandmas+21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141071232564620242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The kids were so excited and once I was assured that the alligators had vacated Grandma's pond they jumped into the water fully clothed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Their incredibly smart mama packed clean clothing for just this reason.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I never missed an opportunity to get in that pond, smooshing georgia red clay between my toes and catching minnows with my hands.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Grandma used to beg me not to leave...holding onto our arms and making fake crying noises to make us laugh. But this time she accepted our hugs and didn't really seem to have the strength or clarity to protest.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a strange way to leave.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But oh how lucky are my kids that they know their Great Grandmother?</div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-25147721538169265412007-11-30T19:18:00.000-05:002007-11-30T19:32:15.182-05:00always in motion<div style="text-align: center;">Life has been hectic in Rue land, and I apologize to everyone waiting to adopt a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lumpling</span> that it has taken me so very long to make a new herd!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/R1CobSX-a7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/qfGFFTw0uNo/s1600-R/acorns.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/R1CobSX-a7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/BzKY_FeACeg/s400/acorns.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138792361572068274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I have a new herd almost ready...about a dozen of them. I'll get pictures ready of them next week.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I've just switched to a mac and I'm still learning all of the quirks. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">amyrue</span> site is about to be overhauled, but maybe not in time for this new herd to launch. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">One of the obstacles in my way is that I haven't been able to transfer all of the email <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">addys</span> on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">amyrue</span> mailing list to the mac as a separate list! So at this point I really don't know just how I'm going to email the list with the adoption news. I might end up putting all of the names and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">addys</span> in by hand. Er, there are over 500 names on there!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We are hoping that switching to a mac will end all of my email woes. On my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">pc</span> I was getting about 800 spam emails a day! It was overwhelming. So if you have emailed me in the past six months and never heard from me...it was probably lost in all that crazy spam. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh! We took the kids to see Mr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Magorium's</span> and unfortunately didn't spot the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Lumplings</span>. Well, Hans claimed that he saw one, but I didn't! But we waited around to the very very end of the credits and saw a wee thank you to Amy Rue which was pretty neat. I know that we will get the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">dvd</span> and comb through the shop scenes in slow motion!</div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-22773002708564264622007-09-17T13:27:00.001-04:002007-09-17T13:46:11.950-04:00Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/Ru69NJ5Ud5I/AAAAAAAAAME/qiOwAt-JPn0/s1600-h/mrmag+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111230660804376466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/Ru69NJ5Ud5I/AAAAAAAAAME/qiOwAt-JPn0/s400/mrmag+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><div>The trailer is up for <a href="http://www.magorium.com/">Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium</a>!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Although I looked & looked I didn't see even a hint of the Lumplings in the toy store. But Lumplings are very small and I'll be first in line to see the movie at the theater just so I can strain my eyes there while looking for a familar Lumpling face.</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Even if we never see one of the Lumplings... we know they're there! </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111230201242875778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/Ru68yZ5Ud4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/M2GkGgBpxTM/s400/mrmag_l.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div></div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-41214426746749986262007-09-14T14:59:00.000-04:002007-09-14T16:13:30.860-04:00Lumpling Love & Junkie Mumpin!<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RurpdZ5Ud2I/AAAAAAAAALs/5AjhL8Jjoo0/s1600-h/september+07+thanks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110153418582030178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RurpdZ5Ud2I/AAAAAAAAALs/5AjhL8Jjoo0/s400/september+07+thanks.jpg" border="0" /></a> A great big ole thank you to everyone for coming to check out the newest herd of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lumplings</span> today! </div><div align="center">We'll get those birth certificates printed up this weekend and get all the Lumps on the road to their shiny new homes!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/Rurpd55Ud3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/6D_dTDlz-6A/s1600-h/september+07+prsc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110153427171964786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/Rurpd55Ud3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/6D_dTDlz-6A/s400/september+07+prsc.jpg" border="0" /></a> My preschooler was hanging out with me during the adoption, reading her books and singing</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">"Five little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Junkies</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mumping</span> on the bed..."</span></div><div align="center">And I'm typing like a crazy person, but came to a screeching halt when I heard her song. Took me a minute to figure out what she was really trying to sing!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Dang, what do they teach in preschool these days?</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Junkies <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">mumping</span> on the bed indeed.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lucky Junkies!</span></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-32501712699337141292007-09-11T20:27:00.000-04:002007-09-11T20:34:26.572-04:00Time to adopt a Lumpling!<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RucyeoAzFrI/AAAAAAAAALk/AHW60qMKmNY/s1600-h/sept+o7+notice.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109107803993347762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RucyeoAzFrI/AAAAAAAAALk/AHW60qMKmNY/s400/sept+o7+notice.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:180%;">The next Lumpling herd will go up at <a href="http://www.amyrue.com/">amyrue.com</a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">this Friday at 2pm eastern! </span></div><div align="center">As always, I will post full instructions on how to adopt a Lumpling when the herd shows up.<br /></div><div align="center"></div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-65383042961428483322007-09-07T19:30:00.000-04:002007-09-07T20:10:09.380-04:00hot weather go away, cool weather come to stay!<div align="center">Even though the weather here in Georgia is still hot as hell, I'm daydreaming of crisp fall days under a new quilt.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107609122400048786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RuHfb4AzFpI/AAAAAAAAALU/CuuMON3UnP4/s400/sept+07+quilt+2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">These sweet fabrics from <a href="http://www.unitednotions.com/un_main.nsf/main?openpage">American Jane for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Moda</span> </a>are coming together in a disappearing nine patch quilt. </div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RuHfboAzFoI/AAAAAAAAALM/jrowI5wKmSM/s1600-h/sept+07+quilt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107609118105081474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RuHfboAzFoI/AAAAAAAAALM/jrowI5wKmSM/s400/sept+07+quilt.jpg" border="0" /></a>Last week this panda fabric came in from <a href="http://www.reprodepotfabrics.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Repro</span> Depot fabrics</a>, and it's so cute I'm scared to cut it. But I'm seeing in my head a dress for my little Ella that will make her the envy of all the other preschoolers...and me!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RuHfcIAzFqI/AAAAAAAAALc/DMb88rTErx4/s1600-h/sept+07+panda+fab.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107609126695016098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RuHfcIAzFqI/AAAAAAAAALc/DMb88rTErx4/s400/sept+07+panda+fab.jpg" border="0" /></a> I look at my cardigans each day and with a sigh promise them that they will be worn every single day very very soon. </div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-36594250446024652632007-09-05T21:28:00.000-04:002007-09-05T21:51:51.618-04:00Amy Had a little Lamb....<div align="center">Amy had a little Lamb, it's fleece was white as snow...</div><div align="center">& then that sweet little lamb found out that Amy Rue</div><div align="center">turned an absolutely obscene age (eh, we can still say "early thirties" for the next ten years or so) today and that poor little lamb had to go...</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106897192916031074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/Rt9X8IAzFmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/m0ZpdM8-O8A/s400/september+5th+2007+sheepkill.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Check out my hysterical gift from Hans. I was still rubbing the dreams from my eyes this morning when he gave me the Dead Sheep Head here, and I laughed and laughed!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The lamb is from <a href="http://www.thecherrybox.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cherrybox</span> Studios</a>, where they have all sorts of other wonderful critters like Unicorns and Pink Pony heads on display. Absolutely brilliant job!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Another wonderful sheep painting came in the mail later in the day from our friend <a href="http://www.luna7.com/Bertram/bertram.htm">Don Bertram </a>in Houston. I'll have to take pictures of it tomorrow!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/Rt9Y5oAzFnI/AAAAAAAAALE/ee6edWJQFWE/s1600-h/september+5th+2007+cake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106898249477985906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/Rt9Y5oAzFnI/AAAAAAAAALE/ee6edWJQFWE/s400/september+5th+2007+cake.jpg" border="0" /></a> Feeling oh so lucky and loved today,</div><div align="center">and I have new laugh lines to prove it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-35333036809612019982007-08-01T22:35:00.000-04:002007-08-01T23:02:01.809-04:00pussy cat wussy cat...<div align="center"><em>Mama! There are kittens underneath <a href="http://woodbridgeinn.net/">the Woodbridge</a>!</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center">Yeah? That's nice, sweetie.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>One followed us here...can we keep her?</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center">Uh, nope. Unless you learn to scoop cat poo.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>She's so cute and black, Mama!</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">A black kitten? Uh oh.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RrFDrRJnQ2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/xXCwb8v9TXM/s1600-h/august+07+dibley+kitty.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093927064149902178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RrFDrRJnQ2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/xXCwb8v9TXM/s400/august+07+dibley+kitty.jpg" border="0" /></a> Oh Dear. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Are we suckers?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Please meet little Miss Dibley, the newest member of our family, and our third black cat.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Dibley has a small white patch on her neck, like a Vicar. So we immediately named her after the <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/vicarofdibley/">Vicar of Dibley </a>show that I love so much.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Our oldest cat, Tiggy, doesn't give a rat's ass about the new kitten, but Neko is out of her mind. Neko has been walking around pissed off at the world and growling at all of us. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Dibley is super sweet and just thrilled at having a bowl full of food in front of her. Tomorrow she goes for her first Vet visit and Ella is already worried about that thermometer going up the kitten's hoohaw.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Even though this has interrupted some Lumpling sewing time I still expect to launch a herd in about two weeks! </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />There are still three of Dibley's siblings living underneath the restaurant if anyone is local and looking for a new fur baby!</div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-28033588987878235522007-07-20T22:20:00.001-04:002007-07-20T22:33:10.372-04:00time to breathe<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RqFttxJnQzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/izVD8oqxT2g/s1600-h/july+07+tall.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089469686960571186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RqFttxJnQzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/izVD8oqxT2g/s400/july+07+tall.jpg" border="0" /></a> We've just returned from MD Anderson Hospital in Houston, riding on a cloud because my husband, Hans, had clean scans.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Cancer FREE!</div><div align="center"><br />For several weeks now I've been going through the motions of life, but not really feeling it. Fear shuts me down. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">And I was completely terrified that the cancer was back, taking hold somewhere in his body. The almost 2 years of remission seemed too good to be true last week. I've read too many stories of people not making it this far with the same cancer.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">But enough of that! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Layers of dust are being lifted from my mind. I'm so freaking happy. </div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RqFtuBJnQ0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/njO1SJ30aa0/s1600-h/July+07+dahlia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089469691255538498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RqFtuBJnQ0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/njO1SJ30aa0/s400/July+07+dahlia.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>The world feels a bit brighter today.</p><p align="center"><br /> </p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RqFtvRJnQ1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/JqTI1iYEHDw/s1600-h/July+07+coffee.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089469712730374994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RqFtvRJnQ1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/JqTI1iYEHDw/s400/July+07+coffee.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>And now I'm taking my coffee here and I'm going to do some actual sewing.</p><p align="center">There are Lumplings waiting to be born!</p><p align="center">Happy happy little fuzzy Lumplings...just like me.<br /></p><div align="center"></div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-85710312187880676762007-06-15T21:42:00.000-04:002007-06-15T22:04:57.248-04:00swim time<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076471867111843010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RnNARE93JMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/erhZ656aJ7Y/s400/june+07+el+spl.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">I'm sure you can tell which child is mine in this picture. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> Yep, the one that isn't paying any attention to the swim instructors, but instead seems to be saying "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wooooo</span>! Where the party at, people?! I got my bikini on and I'm ready to live dangerous!"</div><div align="center"> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076471862816875698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RnNAQ093JLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JHAXtnjStGc/s400/june+07+fi+swi.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">And my other child seems to be saying.... um, well, I actually have no idea what that face means. But he was happier than he looks, I swear!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RnNAP093JKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/QX-qNWD8DtE/s1600-h/june+07+el+swi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076471845637006498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RnNAP093JKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/QX-qNWD8DtE/s400/june+07+el+swi.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Okie</span>, here my daughter looks sweet and innocent again. I tried to find a picture of my son not looking crazy and that didn't happen; he looks like a cartoon character in every single picture.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Today wrapped up the week of swim lessons for the kids and we are pleased to be done! I'm still terrified that my kids will flip out at the pool. The first year that Finn went he was what we call a "runner & a screamer". The swim instructor had to chase him down and plop him back in the pool. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> But here's the rub of the week: Ella lost an earring! Gone! Poof! I tried to put another one in her ear, but it had already closed up even though it could have only been a few hours without the earring.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So tomorrow we make the trip back to the mall to get her ear <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">repierced</span>. And she knows what to expect this time which makes this trip more intimidating.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So I fully expect to be wobbly in the head tomorrow.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Yep, wobbly.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-41806888380228556222007-06-13T22:17:00.000-04:002007-06-13T22:35:42.882-04:00All the little Lumplings wave bye bye!<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RnClfU93JII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HfFnhfltrLU/s1600-h/june+lumhead.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075738737669252226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RnClfU93JII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HfFnhfltrLU/s400/june+lumhead.jpg" border="0" /></a> All of the Lumps were spoken for in just under 36 minutes today!</div><div align="center">15 of them! Usually the herds are just at a dozen, but somehow more snuck in today.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I made a deal with myself that after this herd I would get down to business on revamping amyrue.com because it needs a serious overhaul. So we might have to wait a bit longer before the next herd comes up for adoption!</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075738741964219538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RnClfk93JJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kEzLbDWciDQ/s400/june+07+rose.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Thank you so much to everyone for coming to see the newest Lumpling herd today! I'm getting them all packed up and ready for the trip to their new homes! </div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-67576490976569408302007-06-10T22:47:00.000-04:002007-06-10T22:54:38.023-04:00Adoption time!<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/Rmy35U93JHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/odsgKsPuFgE/s1600-h/june+lil+bud+dates.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074633075648308338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/Rmy35U93JHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/odsgKsPuFgE/s400/june+lil+bud+dates.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hopefully this one will go off smoothly!</div><div align="center">I'll be sending the email announcement out tomorrow, but blog readers get the early tip.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">If you see a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lumpling</span> that you would like to adopt, please email me at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">amy</span> at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">amyrue</span>.com and<br />I will send a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Paypal</span> invoice your way or a note letting you know the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Lumpling</span> was already snatched up.<br /><br /><em>Remember to ‘refresh’ the adopt page every few minutes, because I start putting up the ‘adopted’ notices as soon as I can!<br /><br /></em><br />Sometimes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Lumplings</span> go very fast and I will be typing my little heart out replying to emails, but I do reply to<br />every email. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">If you don’t hear back from me, please check your ‘spam’ folder… sometimes those emails are sneaky.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Adoption fees are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Paypal</span> only</em>. <br /></span><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Shipping for one <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Lumpling</span> $6.00 in North America and $8.00 International.<br /></span></em><br />Please remember that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Lumplings</span> should still be considered choking hazards with wee babies under age three.<br />Or anyone who likes to gnaw on little animals. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Hope we see you there!</span></div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24697404.post-30597859826449931872007-06-03T16:28:00.000-04:002007-06-03T16:55:04.363-04:00Like we need another hole in our heads<div align="center">Oh me, oh my, my little Miss has some new holes in her head.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RmMkvdO1ccI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SCFFtlnTjoE/s1600-h/june+07+earp.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071938003068613058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6TjsD8OAaA0/RmMkvdO1ccI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SCFFtlnTjoE/s400/june+07+earp.jpg" border="0" /></a> I knew we were in trouble last week when some of the neighborhood girls showed off their sparkly new earrings to Ella. So it was off to the mall for us!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Ella asked me if it hurt to get your ears pierced and I told her that it didn't because I swear it never bothered me! But you see that face up there in the picture? That was the look she gave me right after saying, "but, but Mama, that did hurt!"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Whoops.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I had to beg and plead with my Mother to get my ears pierced when I was eight. Practically had to sacrifice small animals to get her to agree. I remember sitting on the counter at Treasury Drugs in Marietta scared out of my wits and wondering just why I begged for this. But I don't remember crap after that, except for a few years of glorious huge plastic earrings in the 80's.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">And in my teens I stuck safety pins through my left ear about 5 more times. Never really bothered with my right ear, it was spared the torture. I also stuck a sharp safety pin in my nose, but that one took forever to get through...not painful, just tedious. But the safety pins never hurt my ears either, I didn't even bother with the ice to numb things. I did heat up the pins and dip them in alcohol first! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So responsible. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pfft</span>.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">My very first job was at the mall piercing ears. I find it hard to believe now that someone looked at me and agreed that I would be trustworthy enough to put holes in people. For real, I wouldn't even trust me to do it now.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So I felt a little emotional taking my own daughter back to the mall where I pierced ears as a teenager. The mall where I met her Daddy. The mall where I spent hours with my best friend before her death, and when I dream of her, I still dream of her walking beside me, fishnets tattered, through that same mall. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Once the girls did the whole "one two three!!" thing and the earrings where in, I let out a huge sigh and then sucked my breath back in when I saw Ella's little lip tremble. She didn't cry, and neither did I after a few tense moments. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Finn looked on and rolled his eyes. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> I was so nervous after everything that somehow I agreed to purchase 8 dollar Hello Kitty Lip glosses. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">But now Ella is very proud of her sparkles, and feels all grown up. I always promised myself that I would take my daughter to get her ears pierced as soon as she asked, and I fulfilled that personal promise.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">But now, what will I do when she gets a bit older and wants me to drop her off at the mall?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Maybe I'll show her how to put the right amount of tatters in her fishnets, and how to lace her boots the correct way. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I hope so. I hope that I will continue to fulfill my dreams of being the right sort of mom for my children.</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div>amy ruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279614652112223730noreply@blogger.com3