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Israel under the knife yet again. Footage of the brutal attack on Israeli soldiers aboard "humanitarian aid" ships

I will begin this post with a very fitting prophecy from the Bible.

"And in that day will I make Jerusalem a burdensome stone for all people: all that burden themselves with it shall be cut in pieces, though all the people of the earth be gathered together against it."


-Zechariah 12:3


Truer words were never spoken, especially in these times.

Here we have a supply ship coming into the Hamas run Gaza Strip from Turkey, supposedly carrying only humanitarian goods, and a whole bunch of pro Palestinian terrorist sympathizers.

Israeli commandos board the boat. Mobs of people were already waiting to attack them before they even set foot on the boat, as they repelled down from the air.

Here is an article detailing exactly what happened on that ship, and why the fighting broke out, something you'll have trouble finding in the American media.

"They had pistols with live ammunition as back-up, to defend themselves," he said. The IDF said it had confiscated two pistols from the boat.


One of the commandos told reporters he descended by rope from a helicopter onto one of the six ships in the convoy and was immediately attacked by a group of people waiting for them.


"They beat us with metal sticks and knives," he said. "There was live fire at some point against us."


A Reuters cameraman on the Israel Navy ship Kidon, sailing close to the convoy, said IDF commanders monitoring the operation were surprised by the strong resistance put up by the pro-Palestinian activists.


One of the commandos said some of the soldiers were stripped of their helmets and equipment and a several were tossed from the top deck to a lower deck, forcing them to jump into the sea to escape.


"They jumped me, hit me with clubs and bottles and stole my rifle," one of the commandos said. "I pulled out my pistol and had no choice but to shoot."

Better yet, why don't you watch the actual footage and judge for yourself.



Looks like a justifiable reason for armed self defense to me! But no. Somehow, according to the rest of the world, Israel was the bad guy here, as well as the instigator. Maybe they were the instigator by boarding the boats in the first place. But by golly, after watching that footage I'm glad they blew those bastards away. And it will only move Iran one step closer to attacking Israel, which will result in the utter destruction of Iran. I can't wait.

Now we have worldwide outrage over Israel's "massacre" of "innocent", sweet civilians on a humanitarian mission.

In Istanbul, a crowd tried to storm the Israeli Consulate. North of Jerusalem, Palestinians hurled bottles and stones at Israeli soldiers. In Jordan, hundreds urged their government to follow Turkey's lead and cut ties with Israel. Dozens of Egyptians protested outside the foreign ministry in Cairo criticizing the Egyptian government holding pictures of late President Gamal Abdel Nasser.


U.N. Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon condemned the violence. The European Union's foreign affairs chief, Catherine Ashton, said the bloc was deeply concerned and she called on Israel to carry out an inquiry. British Foreign Secretary William Hague deplored the killings and called for an end to the Gaza blockade.


Greece, Egypt, Sweden, Spain and Denmark summoned Israel's ambassadors demanding explanations for the violence, with Spain and France condemning what they called the disproportionate use of force. Greece suspended a military exercise with Israel and postponed a visit by Israel's air force chief. Germany called for an immediate investigation but was careful not to directly place blame, and said it was seeking information on six German citizens believed to have been aboard the ships.


In Tehran, dozens of angry students pelted the U.N. offices with stones and eggs in protest, burning Israeli flags and chanting, "death to Israel" and "down with U.S." Police blocked them from reaching the building. The president of Iran, a key supporter of Hamas, called the raid "an inhuman act." In Baghdad, an estimated 3,000 Shiite followers of the anti-American cleric Muqtada al-Sadr shouted "Death, death to Israel!" and "Death, death to America!"


Riot police used tear gas to drive back hundreds of protesters demonstrating outside the Israeli Embassy in Paris. There were also demonstrations in Rome, Sweden, Norway, Cyprus and more than 20 cities in Greece.

Funny, just two days prior, rockets were fired into a town in southern Israel from the "peaceful" Gaza Strip. But no one wants to think about that. Funny, that in 2008 alone 1,750 rockets and 1,528 mortars were launched into Israel from the Gaza Strip. Funny, that Palestinian terrorists have attacked Israel 35 times already in 2010, including launching rockets into Israel on Holocaust Memorial Day.

Yet every headline we see, no matter who attacks first, describes Israel as the attacker, and the Palestinians as the victim.

Who are the real bad guys here? I can tell you one thing, it's not Israel.

UPDATE

Here is another video I ran across via Left Coast Rebel of the brutal hostility against the commandos.



I ask again, who are the bad guys here?

Memorial Day Special: Honoring Those Who Paid the Ultimate Sacrifice

In celebration of Memorial Day, I'd like to share some historical trivia with you. Below are some true stories of sacrifice and courage from each of America's major military involvements. I encourage each and every one of you to read to the end.


Revolutionary War

Peter Brown's firsthand account of Bunker Hill...

"But the enemy landed and fronted before us and formed themselves in an oblong square, so as to surround us, which they did in part, and after they were well formed they advanced towards us in order to swallow us up, but they found a choaky mouthful of us, tho' we could do nothing with our small arms as yet for distance, and had but two cannon and nary gunner. And they from Boston and from the ships a-firing and throwing bombs keeping us down till they got almost round us. But C;od in mercy to us fought our battle for us and altho' we were but few and so were suffered to be defeated by them, we were preserved in a most wonderful manner far beyond expectation, to admiration, for out of our regiment there was about 37 killed, 4 or 5 taken captive, and abour 47 wounded....

If we should be called into action again I hope to have courage and strength to act my part valiantly in defence of our liberties and our country, trusting in him who hath yet kept me and hath covered my head in the day of battle, and tho' we have lost 4 of our company and our Lieutenant's thigh broke and he taken captive by the cruel enemies of America, I was not suffered to be toutched altho' I was in the fort till the Regulars came in and I jumped over the walls, and ran for about half a mile where balls flew like hailstones and cannons roared like thunder."


Civil War

David Thompson at Antietam...

"I remember looking behind and seeing an officer riding diagonally across the field - - a most inviting target - - instinctively bending his head down over his horse's neck, as though he were riding through driving rain. While my eye was on him I saw, between me and him a rolled overcoat with its traps on bound into the air and fall among the furrows. One of the enemy's grape-shot had plowed a groove in the skull of a young fellow and had cut his overcoat from his shoulders. He never stirred from his position, but lay there face downward, a dreadful spectacle. A moment after, I heard a man cursing a comrade for lying on him heavily. He was cursing a dying man.


As the range grew better, the firing became more rapid, the situation desperate and exasperating to the last degree. Human ature was on the race, and there burst forth form it the most vehement, terrible swearing I have ever heard. Certainly the joy of conflict was not ours that day. The suspense was only for a moment, however, for the order to charge came just after. Whether the regiment was thrown into disorder or not, I never knew. I only remember that as we rose, and started all the fire that had been held back so long was loosed. In a second the air was full of the hiss of bullets and the hurtle of grape-shot. The mental strain was so great that I saw at the moment he singular effect mentioned, I think, in the life of Goethe on a similar occasion - - the whole landscape for an instant turned slight red."




World War I


British poet John Masefield describes his experience with an American ambulance...

"Presently the sick arrive, haggard and white, but able to walk, and the gathering breaks up and the ambulances are free to go. The moon is blotted by this time; it is darker and beginning to rain, the men say. On leaving the operating-room, one hears again as a real thing the scream of the rush of the big shells, the thump of the bursts, and the crash of the great guns. The stretchers are passed into the ambulances, the sick are helped on to seats, they are covered with blankets, and the doors are closed. It is much darker now and the rain has already made the ground sticky; and with the rain the smell of corruption has become heavier, and the ruin is like what it is-a graveyard laid bare. Shells from the enemy rush overhead and burst in a village which lies on the road home. They are strafing the village; the cars have a fair chance of being blown to pieces; it is as dark as pitch and the road will be full of new shell-holes. The drivers start their engines and turn the cars for home; the rain drives in their faces as they go, and along the road in front of them the shells flash at intervals, lighting the tree-stumps.


These drivers (there are now, and have been, some hundreds of them) are men of education. They are the very pick and flower of American life, some of them professional men, but the greater number of them young men on the threshold of life, lads just down from college or in their last student years. All life lies before them in their own country, but they have put that aside for an idea, and have come to help France in her hour of need. Two of them have died and many of them have been maimed for France, and all live a life of danger and risk death nightly. To this company of splendid and gentle and chivalrous Americans be all thanks and greetings from the friends and allies of sacred France."




World War II


Reporter Ernie Pyle at San Pietro, Italy...

"In this war I have known a lot of officers who were loved and respected by the soldiers under them. But never have I crossed the trail of any man as beloved as Captain Henry T. Waskow, of Belton, Texas. Captain Waskow was a company commander in the Thirty-sixth Division. He had led his company since long before it left the States. He was very young, only in his middle twenties, but he carried in him a sincerity and a gentleness that made people want to be guided by him. 'After my father, he came next,' a sergeant told me. 'He always looked after us,' a soldier said. 'He'd go to bat for us every time.' 'I've never known him to do anything unfair,' another said. I was at the foot of the mule trail the night they brought Captain Waskow down. The moon was nearly full, and you could see far up the trail, and even partway across the valley below. Dead men had been coming down the mountain all evening, lashed onto the backs of mules. They came lying belly-down across the wooden pack-saddles, their heads hanging down on one side, their stiffened legs sticking out awkwardly from the other, bobbing up and down as the mules walked. The Italian mule skinners were afraid to walk beside dead men, so Americans had to lead the mules down that night. Even the Americans were reluctant to unlash and lift off the bodies when they got to the bottom, so an officer had to do it himself and ask others to help. I don't know who that first one was. You feel small in the presence of dead men, and you don't ask silly questions. They slid him down from the mule, and stood him on his feet for a moment. In the half-light he might have been merely a sick man standing there leaning on the others. Then they laid him on the ground in the shadow of the stone wall alongside the road. We left him there beside the road, that first one, and we all went back into the cowshed and sat on water cans or lay on the straw, waiting for the next batch of mules. Somebody said the dead soldier had been dead for four days, and then nobody said anything more about it. We talked soldier talk for an hour or more; the dead man lay all alone, outside in the shadow of the wall. Then a soldier came into the cowshed and said there were some more bodies outside. We went out into the road. Four mules stood there in the moonlight, in the road where the trail came down off the mountain. The soldiers who led them stood there waiting. 'This one is Captain Waskow,' one of them said quietly. Two men unlashed his body from the mule and lifted it off and laid it in the shadow beside the stone wall. Other men took the other bodies off. Finally, there were five lying end to end in a long row. You don't cover up dead men in the combat zones. They just lie there in the shadows until somebody comes after them. The unburdened mules moved off to their olive grove. The men in the road seemed reluctant to leave. They stood around, and gradually I could sense them moving, one by one, close to Captain Waskow's body. Not so much to look, I think, as to say something in finality to him and to themselves. I stood close by and I could hear. One soldier came and looked down, and he said out loud, 'God damn it!' That's all he said, and then he walked away. Another one came, and he said, 'God damn it to hell anyway!' He looked down for a few last moments and then turned and left. Another man came. I think he was an officer. It was hard to tell officers from men in the dim light, for everybody was bearded and grimy. The man looked down into the dead captain's face and then spoke directly to him, as though he were alive,'I'm sorry, old man.' Then a soldier came and stood beside the officer and bent over, and he too spoke to his dead captain, not in a whisper but awfully tenderly, and he said, 'I sure am sorry, sir.' Then the first man squatted down, and he reached down and took the captain's hand, and he sat there for a full five minutes holding the dead hand in his own and looking intently into the dead face. And he never uttered a sound all the time he sat there. Finally he put the hand down. He reached over and gently straightened the points of the captain's shirt collar, and then he sort of rearranged the tattered edges of the uniform around the wound, and then he got up and walked away down the road in the moonlight, all alone."




Korean War


Ted Heckelman at the tank battle of Naktong...

"Our instructions to all were to let the first tank round the curve and then Cpl. Thomas was to hit the bogey wheel and knock the track off the tank causing it to become immobile. Then Cpl. Bowles was to concentrate on aiming for the gas tank and blow it up. I believed the second tank would then proceed to the curve and try to move the first tank out of the way. It was at that point, when the second tank made contact with the first tank, that Cpl. Bowles was to knock the bogey wheel out and Cpl. Carrow was to aim for the gas tank and destroy it. When the third tank came to the bend and made contact with the second tank, Cpl. Carrow was to aim for the gas tank and destroy it as well. All of us would then work out an instantaneous plan of attack should there be a slip up or slight deviation.


The first tank went around the bend as planned and Cpl. Thomas did his job. Because that tank was now exposed to our main line of resistance and our troops, our own tanks fired armor piercing shells that went straight through the front of the tank and out the back, exploding in the rice paddy several yards away. It must have been a horrifying experience because we could hear the activity of the Koreans inside the tank trying to start the engine and make things happen. As the escape hatch on the turret opened, out came the tank commander. I think everybody in the section cut loose with their carbines, rifles and pistols.


It was at this point that Cpl. Thomas Fava stood up from his fox hole and fired a white phosphorous round into the turret. Now we were not in the position that we were supposed to be in, and had no way to communicate with our troops as to our actual position. When Cpl. Fava stood up, our troops behind us thought he was a North Korean and opened up with a machine gun that riddled Cpl. Fava from his head to his waist, or he was shot down by our air Force planes strafing the area. Either way, it was friendly fire that took his life.


We had no corpsman—we were out of position—no means of communication—and three more tanks coming at us. After checking Cpl. Fava, we could see that there was nothing we could do to save him. All we could do was to offer a prayer to the Almighty. I tried to comfort Cpl. Fava as best I could. It was the most agonizing death that I have ever witnessed in my life. When all was over I returned to my original position to watch the progress of the second tank that was now coming around the curve in the road. But I shall never forget his calling out for "Mama, mama." I have heard that for years."




Vietnam War


Den Cook recounts his experience of the Tet Offensive in 1968...

"The attack started as I watched from my bunker in Alpha Sector. First, rockets hit Bravo Sector. Then a Freedom Bird started lifting off the runway. As he climbed over the fence line in Echo Sector, I saw a curtain of red and green tracers rise from the ground to the Freedom Bird. Thousands of tracers told me just how many VC and NVA were kicking at our door. I heard on the radio that the fence line was penetrated, and positions in Echo and Alpha Sectors were overrun. 051 Bunker was hit hard and fighting to repel the attackers. Then my radio croaked and died and I was cutoff from the world. I didn't learn until later that 051 Bunker was overrun and Sergeants Cyr, Fisher, Hebron, and Mills were killed in valiant defense of their post. Scared? You bet! My knees were knocking louder than a jackhammer, and my teeth were chattering so hard it's a wonder they didn't shatter. I didn't lose my cookies, but my bladder and bowels were taking on a life of their own. It didn't matter that the 377th Combat SPS was at 100% alert, the 25th Division and the 199th Infantry Brigade were taking names, and many more units were engaging the enemy. When the first choppers arrived, my spirits soared, and I knew we then had a fighting chance. With each pass of a gunship I let out a cheer! Every time a gunship fired a rocket in to the enemy I shouted GET'EM! Every time a chopper took a hit and went down another took its place. Choppers and Security Police--we were in a still desperate fight for our lives, and we were in it together, to win, whatever it took."




Afghanistan


A US soldier on losing a fellow brother...

"As we prepped for this mission the word came down to us that Thomas “Doc” Stone, one of our medics, had been killed along with a Canadian soldier and another of our men had been injured.
Sometime in the early morning hours the enemy attacked their FOB with a heavy barrage of RPGs, mortars, and small arms fire. The base had not been occupied very long and the team did not have very long to build up defensive positions. Sometime during the battle one of our men, while moving from one position to another, was shot in the face. Another soldier began treating him and called for a medic. As always “Stoney” heard the call and got up from his covered position to aid the wounded man. He was struck multiple times by small arms fire and died within a few feet of the man he tried to save."

Remember what this holiday is for when you're cooking out and drinking your beer. God Bless America, and those that have paid the ultimate sacrifice for our country.

Facebook gives in to Muslim demands

Looks like the Muslim toddlers are at it yet again. After a long drawn out temper tantrum full of tears and poopy diapers, Facebook eventually decided to remove a group that, get ready.....encouraged people to draw PICTURES of Mohammad! Oh the humanity!

Muslims in Pakistan were so outraged that the government banned Facebook altogether. Only now have they lifted the ban. 

You know, I read a story like this and I ask myself, what in the WORLD is wrong with people? Is Facebook run by a bunch of crossdressing, high heel donning, feminine bitches? Is Mark Zuckerberg really a woman who just had a sex change? I ask yet again, where is the effin' backbone in this country?

If Facebook is going to completely remove a fan page simply because it offends some people, then where do you draw the line? You might as well remove EVERY fan page! I will take it a step further and say you might as well shut down Facebook altogether. Maybe we should ban the entire internet. You know, the more I think about it, we should just execute ANYONE that offends us! 

You see where I'm going with this? The geniuses at Facecrook have crossed a boundary into uncharted territory. They are walking a line so fine, it might as well not even be there anymore. 

You know what gets me? If the Muslims are so offended by a Facebook group they don't like, then DON'T LOOK AT IT!

Facebook is a massive website. This one group probably accounts for .00000000000000000035% of the entire network. The chances of you stumbling across the page if you don't intend to see it is, well, you get the picture.

You know, should we expect anything less from the people that riot and murder when someone draws a cartoon of the barbarian pedophile they revere?

Do You Believe In Angels?

Do you believe in angels? Did you ever have any encounter with angels?



Tags: Angels, Guardians, Protectors, Emissaries of God, God's Helpers, Harbinger of Life and Death, Avenging Angel, Angelic Host, God's Army, Archangels, Cherubims, Seraphims, Thrones, Dominions, Virtues, Powers, Principalities, Michael, Gabriel, Raphael

Posted by: Mel Avila Alarilla
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What is all this madness???

For those that may be new to this site. I want to give you a tad bit of background regarding the "Tea Group" that I am involved with.

I am part of a small gathering of ladies that joyfully started a "Tea Fellowship" about two years ago. We all have strong interests in "all things" regarding Tea.

We like the romance that is involved in the drink itself and the history, and the foods.
We enjoy sipping various blends of tea, while telling news of our lives and loves, ( loves, consisting mainly of our families) and enjoy trying to solve a few of the "world's problems."

Our dear Tricia, "Composed" our group's name...and it is both regal..and fitting.
We are appropriately dubbed......
"The Royal Court of Tea Sisters."

We hold annual tea "events" have done various things. as a group. (Diane, Tricia, Marsha, Christy, Joyce)
We have traveled to sites for special events...we've driven to Tea Rooms in other cities, but mainly we hold causal "Teas" at each others homes like the Valentine's Tea we held in February at our friend Diane's house.

This past Sunday was "my turn" to host our tea and we had decided months ago...at Christmas actually, to invite "guests" to this tea party.

Now one thing we have learned in our tea group is not to place the entire food burden onto one person. We did that in the past and now we have changed it so that we ALL make a "sweet and a savory" to bring to our teas.

This tea I made small "Tea Cakes" with seedless blackberry filling, that were dusted with powdered sugar.



I purchased this pan at "Williams Sonoma" early last year sometime specifically with our teas in mind, yet, I had never made the Tea Cakes for not one of our teas yet..so I decided to make them this go around.

For my savory I made these "Roast Beef" sandwiches with a "horseradish and mayonnaise spread"..they were sooo tasty.


The "Guests" are beginning to arrive...
Let me see to them now, and I will be back later with more food and photos!

Oh, but before I go let me quickly tell you to visit my good friend Marsha's
BRAND new "Tea Site"..she just had a tea giveaway. Stay tuned because I know she will be doing this again.
Believe me...this lady makes THE BEST cucumber sandwiches in the entire world. And she makes a fabulous pot of tea too!!!

Please go visit her at..
"The Hope Chest."
Tell her I sent you over. She will be THRILLED to hear from you.

Arizona SB 1070

On the day of major protests against Arizona SB 1070, I talk to Maria (a real Arizonian) visiting Hollywood about the Illegal Immigration Bill...

Dennis Hopper Passes On

Today was a sad day for many reasons so I'm just going to do a repeat on some touching moments that I had the pleasure of being apart of. To tell the truth, I left one of my agents over the pictures that I photographed during DENNIS HOPPER's Star Ceremony.
Long story short, the agent wanted to hold the pictures and edit my sets down to eight. I was like no, I believe in these pictures and besides the person treating me like shit, I decided that I would rather not let them represent me anymore. And that they could no longer sell my pictures of Dennis Hopper. These are just a few memories of a stellar actor and the friends that loved him. It is a good day to die when you are surrounded by your love ones. Thank you Dennis Hopper for your wonderful legacy. R.I.P.





"Some odd staccato thing happened to my videos while shooting the Dennis Hopper Star Ceremony. It never happened before but C'est La Vie it kind of goes with Dennis Hopper's unique way of acting...

Russell Brand - Buy Love Here

Obviously I'm not doing a good job catching up on twitter because I was told later than I would have like that Russell Brand was going to be making an appearance at the Beverly Center. He was shooting some bit about a Pop Up Store called "Buy Love Here". I forgot how tall Russell was. I called him Michael when I came in the door. Freudian Slip but I have had Micheal Jackson on the brain lately. I think it was a year ago that I video'd him last in Beverly Hills so internal clock is reminding me of how much fun MJ was to photograph. Anyway, Russell was his larger than life self and in good spirits as he enticed people to come in the store and trade something on their person for something in the store....

Lakers vs Suns OMG What A Game!

I did something I rarely do anymore, took time off and watched a basketball game. And oh what an exciting game it was. Thrills and Chills. I'm hoping for a game 7. This is the aftermath of Game 5 between the Los Angeles Lakers and the visiting Phoenix Suns...

With Only Two Choices For Your Body, Woud Rather Be Super Fat Or Super Thin?

Given only two choices for your body, would you rather be super fat or super thin? Please explain your reason for your choice.



Tags: Fat, Super Fat, Obese, Large, Huge, Gargantuan, Triple Extra Large, Thin, Super Thin, Emaciated, Frail, Flesh and Bones, Laughter The Best Medicine

Posted by: Mel Avila Alarilla
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A prime example of 21st century American uber political correctness

Could someone kindly tell me where the common sense in America has gone? Or the guts? Or decency?

How in the world is something like this allowed to happen?

NYC BOARD APPROVES GROUND ZERO MOSQUE

Angry relatives of 9/11 victims last night clashed with supporters of a planned mosque near Ground Zero at a raucous community-board hearing in Manhattan.

After four hours of public debate, members of Community Board 1 finally voted 29-1 in support of the project. Nine members abstained, arguing that they wanted to table the issue and vote at a later date.

The board has no official say over whether the estimated $100 million mosque and community center gets built. But the panel's support, or lack of it, is considered important in influencing public opinion.

Holding up photos of loved ones killed in the Twin Towers and carrying signs such as, "Honor 3,000, 9/11 -- No mosque!" opponents of the proposed Cordoba House on Park Place called the plan an insult to the terror-attack victims.

"That is a burial ground," said retired FDNY Deputy Chief Al Santora, referring to the fact that victims' remains were scattered for blocks.

Santora's 23-year-old son, Christopher, was the youngest firefighter to die that day.

"I do have a problem with having a mosque on top of the site where [terrorists] can gloat about what they did," said Santora, with his wife, Maureen, by his side.

Imam Feisal Abdul Rauf, the head of the Cordoba Institute, which is in charge of the project, insisted that the site would help "bridge the great divide" between Muslims and the rest of America.

"We are Americans, we are Muslim Americans," Rauf said. "Many of us were born in the United States. We have no higher aspirations than to bring up our children in peace and harmony in this country."

But the crowd got ugly when he added, "Freedom of assembly is the right of all Americans."

Amid boos, one woman shouted, "Not at the World Trade Center!"

Rauf's wife, Daisy Khan, followed him to the microphone to pitched the planned community facility as "much needed party space and much needed venue space" for the area.

She was roundly booed.

And rightfully so.  Iman Rauf can kiss my American behind. What in the world are people thinking? It's like putting up a Nazi souvenir shop at freakin' Auschwitz! Or a Hirohito legacy museum at Pearl Harbor! I am SICK and TIRED of people bending over backwards to appease every little special interest group in this country (minus heterosexual, Christian, white males) while throwing common sense right out the window. I'm gonna blow a gasket.

I have no problem with peaceful Muslims living here in America, but seriously? Is building a mosque on the ground where their bloodcult murdered thousands of innocent people really necessary? I will say this. If this mosque is built at Ground Zero, someone will end up firebombing that puppy, mark my words.

A Crafty Ending

We had our last Crafty Girls meeting last Friday. Can you guess that we had ourselves a little ole par-tay?

Dancing Girl swigging back a bit of the swill...okay, she's just pretending. And because I asked her to. I just thought her little champagne glass was too cute to pass up this photo op.

We got a little crazy with the mummy game. Oh, do you know what the mummy game is? Well, let me tell you, it involves a lot of toilet paper. I tried using the Seventh Generation brand so I wouldn't feel so guilty about the waste. Don't worry, no one suffocated!

The gal on the right (with her head sufficiently wrapped) is TGYH. I'm not sure who the person on the right is.

We were celebrating the end of our Spring crafting season and a job well done. The girls finished their book and I was able to print and bind 24 copies. We had 10 to keep and 14 to sell at our school's carnival. Here are pictures of some of the craft projects that appeared in our book.

Thrifty Piggy Bank drawing by Good With Words.

Good With Words holding her finished Thrifty Piggy.

Drawing of the elephant pinata by No Socks. She originally wanted to make a monkey, but changed her mind later on.

The finished elephant pinata. And yes, there's candy in it!

Singing Girl's Wacky Doll design. Meet Pablo S.

The finished Pablo S. Ain't he somethin'??

Go, Crafty Girls! You made me proud this year.

xxoxRichela