The Ants come marching in…

Back in April, I had this awesome dream!  Some might say…ants, why ants?

So here it is:

An 18-wheeler driving a huge bee hive sitting atop his very long flatbed trailer drove upwards to a destination unknown.  One would think in waking consciousness that a bee hive housed bees.  However, in my subconscious dream state, it became apparent the hive housed ants!

This hive, which I viewed from an arial perch, kept growing at alarming rates! Minute by minute I watched it grow.

The 18-wheeler traveled through mountain-like hills sided with plush green trees and as he drove, the hive grew. The road curved left then right, through narrow passageways that broadened at points, but always up hill.  At each large area or pass, part of the hive, now laying heavily on the back of the trailer and hanging on the ground, dropped off. Then another and another, all the while it kept growing.

By this time, I noticed I was in a helicopter with a TV announcer.  Terror of these large ants flew across America’s news stations.  Scientists frantically scurried to find a way to kill these hives before the aunts birthed.

The hive’s color dark, dusk on the horizon, all afraid of what was to come.

I saw the hive break off at least four times while watching from above.  It, the back side of the hive, drug on the narrow highway. Then some would fall off. Then another as large or larger grew quickly and fell off again.  The truck strained from the weight, but trudged upwards.  What to do?  What to do?  How to stop this? the announcer repeated.

The dream ended there.   The sketch – right – is humble but represents what I drew upon waking.ANT PIC FOR BLOG DREAM FOR 8-7-17 BLOG


Within my daily journal #71, of this dream I added:  As I write this I feel it has to do with my new books, current and to come. Masses of books sold, dropped at various locations, which grows again to massive quantities.  Four times – to me represents angels who are helping me in the process.  The number four in Doreen Virtues book Healing with the Angels, reads – the angels are surrounding you now, reassuring you of their love and help. Don’t worry because the angels’, help is nearby.

Plush green treesBarbara Condron, with the School of Metaphysics notes this in her book The Dreamer’s Dictionary – similar to a forest in a dream, trees represent subconscious existence…the re-creative part of mind.  She adds things to consider: Am I aware of how my conscious thinking affects my inner Self?  How are my conscious thoughts related to what I experience on deeper levels?  Meditation helps expand awareness.

Late in 1993, the first dream I took notice of, a dream of Henry Ford, caused me to write my first book, Victoria Zane, a mystery.  After researching the dream information, which turned out to be factual of Henry Ford, I’ve studied dreams ever since.  I’ve even studied metaphysics etc., plus attended the School of Metaphysics in Windyville, MO.  Reading Edgar Cayce, Freud, and a host of books encompassing our dream world and metaphysics.  It’s fascinating!

Thus, I wrote, I believe this terror is within me.  How so?  Writing a book is wonderful, however there’s much to do afterwards.  How do I market it?  What’s my part beyond writing and the publisher?  Will other’s want to kill it, as in the dream, without studying what’s within?  Will it or other books grow and grow like the hive dropping off at various bookstores, selling out and growing again?

Will I do talk shows?  Will I do radio shows?  Will I be terrified?  Perhaps or perhaps not. I’ve handled large fashion shows via Victorian garments I designed, made and shared to large audiences.  Still terrified is a strong adjective.  Yes, it all terrifies me.  But, I will head upwards to see it through.

There’s a great deal of power in deciphering ones dreams. When current situations are taken note of, dreams can heal the conscious mind as you see, the subconscious never sleeps, but takes-care-of day to day occurrences.  IF one pays heed.

I welcome full hives!

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An Amazing ‘Book’ Dream – comes true!

Since a little girl of four and a half years, it’s been my goal to write with every pen and paper I can and could find.  My wonderful father dutifully taught me to read and write by this time.

Seriously, I viewed a pen and paper as a tool without realizing my intended goal till I was thirty-six.  Just after my second husband died, leaving me with four precious babies and no life insurance, the one thing I wanted to do was to document my families information. This turned into 73 journals to date!  Each one houses many thoughts, ideas, imaginings, dreams and of course my babies `happenings’ if you will, all along the way.++++ESTATE SALES MADE EASY NEW COVER-MAIN

Today, I’m caressing my first book published by a world renowned publishing company, Hay House.  Can I believe it!  I must, for here it is!

Pen and paper, almost magically, has become the fulfillment of a life long dream, which is to write and get paid for it.

Today, I’m announcing my first book signing at Barnes and Noble, 113 West County Center, Des Peres, MO 63131, Saturday August 19, 1-3.

Back in January, 2015 I made up my mind and told the grand Universe that I, Victoria Gray, wanted to write, enlighten the masses and get paid to do so the rest of my life.

It’s almost whimsical how that transpired.

I receive emails weekly, from Hay House and one caught my eye.  A cruise to Alaska for a Speak, Write, Promote contest in August of that year.  It was a bit costly, so again, I told the Universal energies that I needed to go and that I also needed to pay cash for it, or I felt it wasn’t to be.  Lo and behold I had so many estate sales, I was almost overwhelmed!

I forged through each sale, which paid the entire trip with ease and they even allowed me a one-week visit with my eldest son, Caleb, in LA.

What transpired once I paid for the trip?  I began finishing a book I call The Secret of a Widow’s Vision, The Vision from Within.  I self published it and carried it with me to show and tell, if needed.

Guess what?  I never got to talk about that book during the five seminars.

The amazing thing that happened during the seminars happened unexpectedly.  Cheryl Richardson, author and frequent visitor to Oprah’s earlier shows, kept asking all that spoke to tell everyone what they do. Hmm, I do estate sales, but I didn’t plan on speaking about them.  Ah, the universe knew better!

Within the first seminar, Cheryl and CEO of Hay House, Reid Tracy told us to write down a short introduction of what we do and speak in bullet points via Cheryl.  So, each bit of down time, I’d write and re-write my intro.  Then at the next three seminars, I’d raise my hand like many and never got called on.  I knew I needed to talk.  And anyone that knows me, knows I’m proficient at chatting!

Ok, then, I scaled down my intro to:  Hello, my name is Victoria Gray.  I handle estate sales in and around the St. Louis area and have for the past 27-years.  I make estate sales easy for those that are left behind.

Friday, the last and fifth seminar, I raised my hand and was called upon. There were two ladies in front of me.  The one directly in front of me, after Mr. Tracy said you’re book sounds nice, but you need to change the title.  She said No, I like the title and I’ll keep it.  I was amazed that she didn’t want to do what the CEO knew needed done in order for the masses to know what her book was about.  I would listen and learn.  They are the professionals.

My turn.  I spoke the above intro.  Cheryl immediately turned to Mr. Tracy and said Perfect!  Right?  He nodded yes and while sitting on a stool, set one foot on the platform with one foot still on the stool rest.  She then asked everyone if they knew what Victoria does and a resounding yes came forth. She asked many more questions, I answered and she said you need an assistant.  I concurred.

Mr. Tracy asked me to tell a story of my sales.  I’d just mentioned that within the sales I often see, feel and hear energies.  Thus I told this story and wrote it in this blog September 2015.  Scroll down to read – Seeing an Entity

After the story, he asked what my platform was, I answered.  Then he said wouldn’t it be great if you wrote a book about that?

Well, I wrote a small estate sale guide some years ago.

He was pleased and asked do you think your could put some of the stories in with a guide?

My reply sure.  

He asked can you remember all of them?  

Well, yes. You see, I have 65 journals to date with all stories there.  

The audience gasped as did he.  He stood Ok, great!  Wouldn’t it be nice if you had pictures too.

Well, I take pictures of all my sales to upload for the customer base to view.  Again, the audience gasped, amazed.

Ok, then I want you to put that book together and send in your submission.  And I want all of you to send in your submissions.  If we like ten submissions, we will hire all ten.  

We had six months to do a 40-page submission and a 7-minute video of what we do.  I did it and finished three weeks prior to the February 8th, 2016 due date.

March 8th, 2016, while at a speaking engagement at Coldwell Banker Gundaker real estate office, I received a text to call an out of state number.   I texted back I’m in a meeting, what does it entail?  The sender wrote back read your email.

I read my email to learn I was the winner!

Since I’d just finished my segment, I stood, told them I won the book contest.  All clapped because earlier I mentioned I was in line to win a book contest and showed them my rendition of a mock up cover for Estate Sales Made Easy.

O.M.G!  I won!  I called each of my four kids.  They were ecstatic too!

The rest is history and now to begin the rest of my journey.

Always dream.  Always dream big!  We never know who or what will zigzag our journey to fulfill a dream!

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Estate Sales & handling grief

A hard day has been bestowed upon me. A close relative has just passed and I am now the executive of the estate.  I try to lean on my immediate family, however they look to me for guidance; I am lost. My relative has just left me an entire home filled with their most cherished items containing many memories from my childhood and my entire families childhood, what do I do? How do I allow myself to grieve and also handle an estate with what seems like a grandiose task of things to do?

Encircling the grief of losing a loved one, I’m not only feeling the loss, but now I have to handle the process of letting go.  Within the letting go, I must release all connections to the physical contents of my loved ones home.  Within releasing, I have to go through each item, noting a story of this or that, thus more grief.  How can I possibly get through this? I’m in such a quandary.  What do I do next?

I make inquiries to friends as to what or how they sold their loved ones items and in turn sell the house?

I’m told I need to stage the home to get top dollar.  But do I?

I’m told I need to sell the contents before I sell the house and yet another says I must sell the house first so buyers can see where their furniture might fit in.  Which way do I turn?

I’m so sad, why am I the chosen one to sell our loved ones items? Why me?  Why me?  If I don’t handle things the right way, others in my family will be upset.  How do I do this effectively for all concerned?

How do we go through our family’s most cherished items and not feel like we’re doing something wrong.  This was their sanctuary.  This sofa held their children, their wonderments, their sadnesses.  How do we let go?  How do I let go?

Then to sell the home, various real estate persons are summoned in.  Within these appointments, sadness dwells within our hearts.  Are we doing the right thing?  We must sell the home because we can’t afford to pay all the bills.  Our own homes are full or too small to house more items.  And yet we don’t want to let go of our loved ones home or the things that caressed their character, their inner most need for that rug, that chair or that statue.

Ok, I’ve got it!  I’ll have the family come in to take what they want and we’ll sell the remainder of the items.  The real estate agent referred names of estate sales personnel. Many are questioned and the right one chosen.

Collectively my relatives wanted to sell all the items quickly.  We signed a contract to have a sale at the house, with a caveat to view setup items on the first day and take whatever we may have missed prior to setup.  When the sale actually finished, the relatives had second thoughts.  Saddened not only because our relative died but because we sold their items and we paid someone to remove the remainder items.  It’s a two-edged sword!  It had to be sold.

The sale went well.  However, several family members thought the sale should have brought more money and began questioning/harassing the commissioned help.  We complained but after rehashing our actions we realized the sales personnel did a great job.  They honored all our requests and now we feel bad about badgering the sales person.  Why did we do such a thing?  Grief, sadness and trying to let go is the culprit!

I hope the salesperson understands how sad we are and have been.  We feel awful for causing someone else such grief and all they did was their job.

Our loved one is gone.

We took what we wanted.

We had a sale.

It did well.

We can do nothing more and need to move on.

The circle of life just happened.

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Viewing The Aether’s or Alchemy…. Edmond of Papa Victor & Uncle Henry

Recently, for six weeks and while my crew and I diligently setup a large estate sale, I kept feeling a man near my left side.  There wasn’t a physical man on my left side, however the feeling of his presence continually resonated there.

There were many spots of time, where I’d feel this man just taking account of what is.  I knew he stood about 5’10, thin frame, grey hair.  However, I knew in his younger days, that he had light brown hair.  Why I knew this, I know not.  It’s just a knowing within the feeling of him standing beside me.  I also noted he wore a short sleeve plaid shirt.  The background, a pale cream with 1/2″ thick sage green stripes running horizontally across the shirt and a pinstripe lime green stripe running vertically down his shirt.  This man seemed calm, but took account mentally of what I moved about.  Never did I feel threatened or frightened.

After the first of two sales, Mid March, I met up with the owner of the home and her daughter.  They still had items to move out before the final sale, at which time we chatted a bit of what I saw, felt and or heard at the owners estate.

I conveyed to the ladies, the information of the man I saw, what he looked like and the plaid shirt.  They looked shocked, turned to each other and said that’s papa Henry!  He stood about 5’10, wore plaid shirts too!

I added that he seemed to take account of things.

The lady owner told me that he did bookkeeping for a company for most of his life.  Ah, that’s why the word account kept coming forward as he lingered around me.

They were thrilled that I had him to a tee!  I too, am thrilled with the accuracy that came to me!

The following week, both my daughters, Rachel and Ashley worked the sale with an added employee bonus….Ashley’s son and my only grandchild, Edmond pitched in.  Little Edmond, so calm, so sweet, charmed the masses.  I carried him about the 10,000 sq ft home, helping this and that one along the way.

The girls and I noted that Edmond would look around us and wave to no one that we could see.  Since we’re all metaphysical and note that babies came from the other side into particular parents….and that….we should pay attention to what transpires with each new little one, we then conversed about his waving beyond us.  Especially impactful, is the fact that no one was present on the other end of his wave.

Then on the main level at my checkout table and just below an open balcony, Edmond smiled upwards and began to wave.  Was it the owners papa Henry or Edmond’s papa Victor?

That evening before turning out the light and just as I lay down to drift off to dreamland, I asked if my father – papa Victor might have been at the sale, waving/chatting to Edmond.  Just at that moment, a gnat (the sign that my father is with me) appeared on my left hand.  A natural inclination caused me to swat it away, just as I realized my question was answered.  Yes, Edmond was waving to papa Victor up on the balcony.

There’s a great deal of information of how many see and connect with loved ones on the other side.  Some smell particular scents reflecting a loved ones favorite perfume or cologne.  Other’s note the presence of a butterfly at the precise moment they think of their loved one.  It’s all relative to what each one picks up on when in the presence of one that’s passed.  Paying attention is the key.

I know the masses might think me daft, however upon research over the years of happenings I’ve learned not to question, but to listen and give heed to what is.  Once I learned this process, I’ve felt, seen and or heard those on the other side.

Energy exists in all things.

Hmm, as I type this story down, the cursor keeps jumping to various sentences.  What is going on?  Is someone, from beyond, confirming what I’m typing?  Or is WordPress having issues?  I know from years of using a computer, that when I begin to tell a story of this nature, various `things’ happen that causes me to pay attention.

Soon I noted the cursor kept going back to my father Victor, Edmond’s papa, which of course, confirmed my knowing it was he that waved to sweet Edmond.

I love when this happens!

++++ESTATE SALES MADE EASY NEW COVER-MAIN   PS….Estate Sales Made Easy is at Barnes & Noble , Target, Amazon etc. for pre-sale.  Hard copy Aug, 2017.

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A Pearl of Patience

Like many days, I wake with various thoughts and today the title appeared just as I woke, which caused me to jot it down.

Have you ever thought of how a pearl is formed?  It’s grand entrance comes from extreme irritation!

‘Natural Pearls form when an irritant – usually a parasite and not the proverbial grain of sand – works its way into an oyster, mussel, or clam. As a defense mechanism, a fluid is used to coat the irritant. Layer upon layer of this coating, called ‘nacre’, is deposited until a lustrous pearl is formed’. Pearl formation

More information of a pearl is found on the above site, but what I found interesting is that the mussel has to be mature, three years old before the irritant implants.

Now, the human comparison….

When we’re little ones, we might get upset when our toy is taken or we’re hungry etc.  However, when mature these subtle and not-so-subtle irritants creep in before we realize it!  Like the layered coating that creates the pearl.  Educated or not, we receive all kinds of large and small irritants throughout our earthly stint.  Right?

Thus, this thought.  We allow all kinds of irritants, meaning friends, family, business associates, customers, clients, bosses, co-workers into our head space, if you will.  Now think about how often does someone step on our toes?  Frequently!  Too many times to enumerate, at least for me.

I’ve been taught to turn the other cheek, to help someone.  Give the benefit of the doubt.  Help others as often as you can.

Conversely, like the mussel, we have to coddle our thoughts of perhaps distaste with this one or that, because you see….we’re all imperfect.  Within that imperfection, we’re to be as perfect as possible.  Now how can that be?  It can’t be so.

The pearl receives irritation as an ongoing process till it becomes lustrous.

What or how should we treat our daily irritants?  Should we ‘think’ we are perfect in an imperfect world, because we aren’t or should we realize we’re allowing a grooming of a sort, like the pearl into a pearl of patience.

From time to time, at my estate sales, I encounter irritants.  I’ve learned to stand when I become irritated with a person that says my sales are priced too high just because they don’t want to pay the amount noted.  I stay very calm knowing my pricing is at the status quo and that the next person always states without exception that my prices are great!

Patience, is a virtue, to be sure.

Am I one day to become a pearl of patience?  I know not.  I will say this as I become younger, less irritants get under my skin/mussel.

We all need to become a pearl of patience.  Crime would cease!  Maybe heart attacks and strokes.

I think I will try harder to be a pearl of patience!

It certainly can’t hurt…..

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Bob

Yesterday, dear kind Bob along with his wife Joyce, of whom I never met before, attended my sale.  His smile, so endearing, so sweet as was his wife’s.

Of course, I jumped out of my cashiers chair to hug this wonderful man.   We began chatting as usual, thus he opened with this brief tale.  You know I would have been a war hero, did you know that? 

Well, no I hadn’t heard. 

Yes, I would have received many medals of valor had it not been for the yellow streak down my back.

Of course, we all laughed and then he added.  You know I’ve told that to younger ones and they don’t get it.  Again we laughed with our wisdom filled acknowledgement of a yellow bellied skunk or a person who is a coward.

I mentioned to him, that I write down his stories while he chats, of which he was pleased.  He then added a bit more precise information to the previous blog I wrote titled WWII – Memories & Orbs.  Again, I wrote as quickly as I could so not to forget his fabulous stories!

I was in the service during the cold war years in Kawajlein, in the Marshall Islands. The U.S. sent in intelligence officers, from time to time, to check on us to see how we handled ourselves.  One time from the Kawajlein airport came several college professors, nuclear scientists to work in our section.  We were told to never tell anyone who anyone was.  You see, if enemy spies came onto the island or any place else during the cold war, any enemy would then know who to kill and would know what we might be working on.  No, we were given strict orders not to tell anything we knew no matter who asked.  We’d say….my orders are confidential.

But this guy in my section, when an unknown intelligence officer came by asking this and that question, acting like a friend, this private answered all his questions.  Thus telling all he knew about this scientist, that scientist, their titles etc.

We worked on atomic nuclear prototypes and weapons.  See, it was just a few years after WWII, during peace time, but still the war was fresh in our minds.  When the intelligence man asked me questions, I knew better than to say anything but my orders are confidential.  No explanation, no information given out.

The next day counter intelligence officers came to our quarters and swooped that guy up and out of the Navy!  Back to the states.  There’s no tolerance for that kind of behavior because lives are at stake.

He also mentioned that ships all around the Marshall Islands used for operation Crossroads, (check it out here) looked like ghost ships.  I grabbed one of the photos from the above website to note what Bob saw and spoke of.  Erie….he said, very erie.  All personnel had to be tested every week for radiation exuding from these ships.  Read the information, it’s really amazing what our brave men went through!

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July 1, 1946 – Photos and information – noted released for viewing.

Thanks to Bob, I have another wonderful story to share!

Enjoy and learn from our elders.

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Synchronicity

Synchronicity is a concept, first explained by psychiatrist Carl Jung, which holds that events are “meaningful coincidences” if they occur with no causal relationship, yet seem to be meaningfully related.  Wikipedia

Yesterday, turning the corner to my home, my son Blake with me.  We’d just driven 1 1/2 hours that normally would have taken 20-minutes, safely through a storm of 70 mile-an-hour winds. As I drove down the curvy road next to my subdivision, we paid close attention to our home peaking out between other neighboring homes.  Looking high above the other homes we wondered if anything was torn off the roof?  I.e. shingles, siding ripped off etc., all seemed well.

Goodness, the home in tact but rounding the corner to my home, now in full view, we saw this.Weeping Willow 1

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As you can see, the picture on the left didn’t touch my home much to my amazement and thank-fullness!

The Synchronicity of it all is……Since early spring when this gorgeous Weeping Willow tree limbs began sprouting their greenery, I noted the dead side of the tree, thus causing me to wonder if I should have the whole thing removed to replace with a new tree!

Viola!  No one hurt and no home to rehab, the tree down, answer solved!

Sadly, homeowners insurance, paid like clockwork, will not cover the removal.  I often wonder why we have insurance if it doesn’t pay for this type of event too.

The good side of this is all are well, the tree can now be removed and perhaps a new Dogwood to take it’s place!

I love synchronicity!

Victoria

 

 

 

Tests & understanding

Today, while watching Joel Osteen’s energetic positive talk about how we need to not judge, but to understand.  I knew I was directed to listen to it.

I hadn’t watched his show in months because quite frankly, I’d forgotten what channel it was on.  Out of sight – out of mind.

But today….I woke thinking of my sister Debbie and all the turmoil she went through with her controlling husband.  Sadly, she died December 19, 1997 at the age of 43.  I knew in my heart he killed her spirit, which disabled her from speaking up throughout their 24-year marriage.  This holding-on-to-thoughts spawned ulcers, which spawned stomach cancer.

To me, her closest sister, I knew he killed her via this silent submissiveness, thus the anger.

I’ve vowed to write a book entitled My Sister’s Salvation, noting how free she is from him and a religious cult we grew up in.  Consequently, I began jotting down notes just after she died.  However, I was so angry at her husband for silently killing her spirit that years have gone by knowing I couldn’t write it in anger.  Hence, no book.

Today, Osteen’s talk encouraged me to see the reason why I hadn’t finished this task.  I needed to release the anger towards him and the thoughts that he silently killed my precious sister.

Today, I also had an aha moment.  I realized I’ve been placed in a similar situation via a son.   I wrote in m my journal: My son is a test.   Merely a test!  Will I write with anger or peace?  Perhaps I had to connect the dots to be able to feel a similar angst like my sister may have felt and the giving up feeling she must have held.  I won’t give up, I need all my children.  My sister gave up and gave in to release this life and left her three children.

Osteen’s message was to see that others are not in charge of who we are, but we are in charge of us.  Others may judge us, but in the end its what we think that makes or breaks us.  He spoke of the prodigal son returning to his father’s home not knowing how he’d be received.  Lot’s of anger, judging and gossip had ensued before his return.  His father, however, knew he was still his son no matter what had happened and greeted this son with open arms.  Rejoicing in his return.

Often, each one of us stray but without the kindness of a parent, sibling or friend we might not have pulled through that test.

Thus the lesson I’ve learned today, is to finally write my sister’s book with a positive lilt, without anger or malice.  Setting aside judgement of her husband and my son for their ways, but to realize each test aides us with understanding to help others along our life’s journey, helping us in the wake.

Victoria

 

 

 

Greet everyday with a smile

Day’s ebb and flow so quickly that I forgot to blog again of Bob and what he said on Saturday, April 16th.  (I jotted it down on a post-it that resides in my daily journal, now to breathe.)

When he arrives at my sales, he makes a b-line to my checkout table, always with a smile.

I saw him coming and said, hi Bob.  Glad to see you!

He’s 88-years young you see and wears a smile that lasts the entire time he’s at my sales.

He walked over and said, When I peruse the estate sales online, I make sure I stop by the sale where the lady always smiles!

Really?  I asked  I’m the smiling lady?

Yes, you always have a smile for all your customers.  You know when I was younger I had lots of anger issues and went to a doctor for it.  That doctor told me that if I’d only wake with a smile and greet all my adversities with that smile, then all my troubles wouldn’t seem so large.

A positive attitude and smile changes how I see things everyday.

I know I smile a lot because my father also stated something similar.  When I asked him several years back, how do you always seem to smile no matter what?

Well, honey.  I learned a long time ago that I could either wake each morning with a smile and deal with the day or I could decide to be a grump every day.  I chose to smile and that’s how I’ve lived my life ever since.

Bob agreed and thanked me for always smiling and being pleasant to all that enter and leave my sales.

What a grand thing to note.  It made my day, that I make his day when he enters the sales.

Oh sure, there’s clients and customers that curl my toes, but I always handle things with a calmness of spirit.  Why should I stoop to any other level, that would only burn my insides and they’d just walk out the door.

No, I chose to smile.

Thanks Bob.

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First time grandmother Gray…..’GiGi’

I now understand why various grandparents tell me over and over, what a grand experience it is to be a grandparent!

Well…June 14, 2016….I became a GP member!

Months of knowing a new `boy’ arrival was on the horizon, now here!

Aunt Rachel planned a wonderful baby shower, May 21st with a host of family and friends of both momma Ashley and daddy Doug…..all the while trying to keep the secret from Ashley.  She tried every which way but loose to pry the actual date from her sister and moi.  We stood fast.  We didn’t even tell her fiance Doug, so he wouldn’t give way with Ashley’s inquiries.  Smart Rachel tactic!

Rachel told her it was her engagement party and that Ashley needed to be there by 12:30 for photos.  (Rachel is engaged and to be married September 17th, 2016….another wonderful event to embrace!)

5-21-16 Ashley surprised at baby showerAshley, big and pregnant, wearing a salmon colored, floor length dress entered the room a bit flustered because we needed her there by 12:30 for the supposed photo shoot, walked in with me and Doug, totally surprised!

We did it!  No, Rachel did it!  The rooVictoria and Rachel 5-21-16m was totally planned out.  Neatly displayed clothed tables, with center pieces designed and made by aunt Rachel.

The cake, Rachel hand picked!  Gorgeous!

Ashlleys baby shower cake 5-21-16Then…drum roll…..the pseudo `gift-cakes’Diaper cakes Rachel and Scott made for 5-21-`6 Rachel and fiance Scott created were stunning!  Filled with baby goodies! Diaper bag from Rachel to Ashley at shower 5-21-16 Ashley and Doug viewing Edmond Victors baby book 5-21-16Front cover of Baby book 5-9-16 WITH EDMONDS PIC ON IT 6-25-16EDMOND AND RACHEL 6-14-16GiGi with 1-hour old Edmond Victor Cary 6-14-16