Thanks Giving YoDa Say Thanks for My Auntie


YoDa Say Thanks for My Auntie Ginger
Always happy, always helpful, always there.
Thank you for visiting today.

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Thanks Giving YoDa Say Thanks for My Family


Thanks Giving YoDa Say Thanks for My Family. The new little one has made it fun again.

In a month of giving thanks… Thank you for visiting today.

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Thanks Giving YoDa Say Thanks for This Hour


YoDa Say Thanks for This Hour
This moment, this now,
right now, we can change,
This moment, change a thought,
Change your mind, change your life.

Thanks for stopping by.

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Thanks Giving YoDa Say thanks for this day


YoDa Say thanks for this day, and all the possibilities that every moment holds.

In a month of giving thanks what are you thankful for today?
Thanks for stopping by.

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Frankie and Me


Meet the newest member of the family, Francis Poochini! Also known as Frankie. He’s a Sheltie and the first non-Basset in twenty five years. Ginger and YoDa are adjusting.

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Happy 4th of July!


Have a happy 4th everyone!

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Sign Goddess Sunday – Bassets and Blooms


BAGS Basset Rescue had their spring fundraiser last weekend, Bassets and Blooms. The Sign Goddess designed the logo for it. They just sent me the t shirt and super cool mug.

I know you must want one! You can get your own at and read about tne good work Maribeth has been doing since 2000 for sweet old special needs senior hounds.


Thanks for stopping by!


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Happy Mother’s Day!


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Updating the Charles Shaw Wall Sign: Sign Goddess Sunday


This is the bright new updated Charles Shaw sign requested by our Regional, replacing the 2007 sign I made shortly after our store opened.


Old sign here and still one of my favorites.


It started with a little idea sketch. My Captain wanted a bright more substantial sign filling up a larger area.


The sketch grew a little bigger and more complex. He liked it.


Next was figuring out the sizing of all the pieces from a grid over the sketch and putting them together accurately in my teeny art nook.  I used our clear trash bags flat to make the pattern template for the pieces. The base piece is an old endcap blackboard, all the other pieces are foamcore. Everything was gessoed first then painted with acrylics.


Brilliantly installed by my Sign Team Six partner Caleb.



Elements of the old sign: Charles Schwab, That wine everybody’s talking about etc. were added on hibiscus flowers.

I’ve been refreshing several big signs in our store Trader Joe’s #280 in Henderson, Nevada and there’s always fun projects I’d like to share on Sign Goddess Sunday.  Thanks so much for stopping by!


Pam Tanzey – Sign Goddess

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Where the Magic Lived – Writing 101 Day Twenty


Where the Magic Lived

Fred knew. From the moment I plugged him in above the stove in front of that wall of windows so black at night, life would never be the same again. He lived all those years, a warm glowing sentry. The welcomer, witnessing all.

Mice skittering along window sills, jumping out of cupboards, shrieks of fear and laughter so often the city girls weren’t afraid of them anymore. Wisteria wafting through the kitchen in the evening, Red tail hawks call, ravens, mockingbirds, night songs. Doberman toenails echoing on hardwood. Rusted bits and horseshoes, treasures from archeological digs in the pasture.

Cows, honest to God cows, peeking in the windows in the morning on their way from the sleeping cove behind the house down to the stream that ran across the rolling two hundred acres. The horses followed walking with their friends, a parade of colors through the mist, a carnival of enchantment for the girl who dreamed of them all of her life. No one else understood. It didn’t matter.

Fred my friend, little nightlight in the kitchen, listening, sheltering, soft shadows, ginseng tea, anger and ecstasy, first kisses, heart wrenching tragic goodbyes. Loneliness and friendship. Moody Blues, Elton John, YoYo Ma. Full moon over the avocado grove, toast with cheap wine, glass hummingbird in the window. Grease, Andy Gibb, Donnie and Marie, giggling from the back room. Barbeques, new friends, walks on cow paths, weed growing like Christmas trees, so much weed. School, always school.

My tendency to live in dreamland, to feel what the house feels, the imprint of happiness. When it was new eighty years ago, maybe more. When it was loved, before we loved it. When the new bride was carried off to the back bedroom…that’s still there. When the windows sparkled with life, reflecting baby hands reaching out to touch the fat spiders just outside. When mice were happy in the kitchen garden not the pantry.

Equal parts of wild and sad, foolish choices and bliss so pure it still calls when I least expect it, grabs my heart and I can close my eyes and feel warm hardwood under my feet and smell the damp earth outside. My sunshine California, my Last Chance Ranch.

We were so young, perched with our hearts on the edge of tomorrow, waiting to step forward.

-Pam Tanzey

Day Twenty: The Things We Treasure

Today’s Prompt: Tell us the story of your most-prized possession.

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