Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Four Years ago

Four years ago, this is what the backside of my house looked like...




All that cinderblock now surrounds my lovely scrap room, more commonly knows as "my office". I love how little the girls look in this picture. Margaret was not quite 3 here. Amelia had just started Kindergarten. I was 25 pounds heavier than I am right now.

Yeah. I'm reaching for blog material. Haven't been feeling the blog groove lately.

Can you believe that the sun sets at 7:19 tonight. Wah. I hate that it's dark at 8. And soon...it will be dark at 6. The darkest days. Hate 'em.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Photo Finds

I found a plastic bag with several hundred pictures in it last night. Well, found is a bad word, because once I found it I remembered I had it. Let's just say it was forgotten.

In this bag of various eras of photos, I found two boxes of slides. Most of the photos were unremarkable landscape photos (as my dad was wont to take), but I did find a few gems in here.


First, a picture of our Christmas tree in 1974. I was our last Christmas in this house.


Next, a photo of me and my brother (he's the one with all the curly hair) and our three new step-brothers. This was taken on the occasion of our dad's wedding to their mom (now my wonderful step-mother, Jan). Circa 1975. I didn't have to tell you that, eh? I had a GunneSax brand dress with zippers on the sleeves. I remember how badly I wanted this dress and how I pleaded to have it. So happy now that my dad caved in on that request (smirk).



And my personal favorite, because it is from an era when I have almost no pictures of me. It was taken in the summer of '74. We were traveling from Wisconsin to Colorado to check out the school my brother has chosen for college. Colorado State in Fort Collins. We stopped at my Aunt and Uncle's farm in Nebraska. I got to ride their horse, Peanut. I was 12 years old. I only remember that the horse's name was Peanut because my dad did an awesome job of labeling every slide. In numberical order with the date. This was slide #1381, one of his last. Unfortunately, he switched to a Polaroid shortly after this (the kind that shot out the photo and you watched it develop). I have many photos of this ilk, all of very poor quality. They need to be scanned soon. They won't keep like all these slides will.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

First day Blues

I refuse to believe that summer has ended. We had so darn much fun all summer. Even my feet are tan.




But today school started. We took the ritual pictures and put the girls on the bus. Margaret was excited to be going all day (1st grade) and is excited about eating lunch at school.





Thursday, August 30, 2007

The Power of the Pen

Another Incredible Article from Kerry Patterson, Co-Author of Crucial Conversations.

Scrapbookers... read and heed. Especially the last paragraph!

Article start here>>>>>

Today's thought comes by way of my neighbor, Dr. Alan Christensen, a professor of Maya history and language. For those of you who don't have the benefit of living close to someone who knows more about the Maya than most of us know about our own home towns, let me share a fact or two. The Maya are the indigenous people currently living in Mesoamerica. Over six million of them make their homes in a region that runs from the Yucatan peninsula down through Central America. Around four thousand years ago the Maya developed astronomy, a calendrical system, and hieroglyphic writing. In fact, they developed one of only five phonetic writing systems known to the world. During their golden age, the Maya were more advanced than almost all of the civilizations of their time.
The story that caught my attention goes back a few years to when Alan was helping create a Maya dictionary. One evening as he closed up his work in the mountains of Guatemala, he realized that he needed to descend to his base camp before it grew too dark. He would be hiking through a dangerous jungle known for, among other things, packs of wild dogs.
As Alan hurried along an animal trail he stumbled upon a tiny Maya village. It consisted of a few huts surrounding a central courtyard. In front of one of the huts stood a bench, and sitting on the bench were the village elders. Rather than ask for directions (his pressing issue), Alan gracefully started the conversation with what is known as the Maya introduction ritual. With the Maya you can't merely walk up to someone and ask, "What's happening dude?" Instead, you must introduce yourself and all of your known ancestors along with what they did during their lives! After over an hour of ancestor talk, Alan finally was able to ask for directions down the mountain. By now it had grown so dark that he was quite worried about the wild dogs. The locals assured him that his journey would be safe. One of them would accompany him to his destination.
Before Alan could continue his hike down the mountain, one of the villagers asked him what had taken him up the mountain in the first place. Dr. Christensen explained that he had been compiling a dictionary of their language. His answer took them by surprise. They had known that the Spanish language could be written, but it had never occurred to them that their own language could ever be captured on stone or paper. Alan assured them that not only could it be, but that their language had been written centuries earlier but lost. In fact, the land around them was replete with ancient temples that contained a great deal of early Maya writing.
"What did our ancestors have to say to us?" one of the elders asked. Alan just happened to be carrying the translation of one of the more famous passages (to archeologists, not to the Maya), so he pulled it out and read it to them. The villagers sat in silence, eagerly listening. Tears ran down their cheeks as they heard for the first time the wisdom of their much-honored predecessors. "Are there other words? Where can we find all of what they had to say to us?"
As Alan explained that scholars were working on translating other writings, one of the elders asked, "Could I speak aloud to you and then you write down my words—for my children?" "Yes," the others chimed in, "Could you write our words?"
Alan didn't make it down the mountain that evening. Instead, he played the role of scribe as eager fathers composed words of wisdom to their offspring. Finally, the chief invited him into his hut where he privately composed a document for his only son. He had already lost seven children, and now his only remaining son had been struck with tuberculosis. He wanted to write a message to him before he was inevitably taken by the disease. He poured his heart out as Alan sat and wrote.
As I listened to Dr. Christensen tell this story I was intrigued to learn that upon first hearing of their long-lost language, the villagers wanted to hear the words of their ancestors—to learn from the wisdom of the ages. Then they became consumed with the ideas of writing down their thoughts to benefit their own children.
How different we are from these Maya villagers. For the Maya, who saw and heard the written word for the first time, the value of the written word was incalculable. To those of us who live in a veritable sea of text, the marginal utility of the next written word approaches zero. Our indifference is understandable. Since a codified system can be applied to any and all words, including a list of ingredients on the side of a box of Cocoa Puffs, most of us have developed methods to insulate ourselves from the unrelenting deluge of minutia, sales pitches, and unsolicited advice that streams before us each day.
As a natural consequence of nearly drowning in words, most of us don't write much—well, certainly not much of any substance. Unlike the Maya elders who, after knowing of their written language for only a few minutes, had already composed heart-felt notes of love and advice to their children, we haven't done the same with our own offspring despite the fact that we have known how to write for decades. Somewhere between penning our first "I love you Mommy," and writing a term paper on the digestive system of the worm, we stopped writing for pleasure.
Writing simply isn't our medium of choice any more. As leaders we certainly don't write serious thought pieces or calls to action, and as parents we rarely write words of adoration or instruction. Today we compose e-mails and text messages—often unpunctuated and almost always brief. The coin of today's verbal realm is idle chit chat, acronyms (LOL), and abbreviated business-speak.
To put this change in communication style into perspective, consider the following: Thomas Jefferson wrote over 20,000 letters during his career. Of course, if I wrote with the majesty and eloquence of Thomas Jefferson, I'd write more letters too. But it's not merely a matter of ability. Most of us no longer desire to write. We choose not to. Maybe we're reluctant to express ourselves in writing because our first attempts to capture our thoughts and dreams typically fell under the chilling gaze of grammarians who accused us of dangling our modifiers and splitting our infinitives when all we really wanted to do was tell a story and have someone read it.
So today we rely on other media. At work, we write precious little of any real substance. Instead we hold meetings. Talking is fast, cheap, and interactive. Talking requires no style guide, spell check, or grammar review. And let's not forget the really big benefit of oral argument: If you don't put anything in writing, you aren't committing to something that people can rub your nose in later. Nobody ever made a photocopy of something stupid you said in a meeting and circulated it around the company.
And yet, writing remains a powerful tool for influence. I once worked on a massive corporate change project where I wrote a weekly e-mail to all of the leaders. In the document I described what we had done that week and why. I shared theory and philosophy. I honestly described both successes and failures. I even expressed my concerns and feelings. Often the document was a full two pages long.
At first I worried that the weekly two-pager was out of step with the corporate culture, but soon learned that the documents were becoming the voice of the change project. People would stop me in the hallway and ask questions or make comments. The letter drew people together in a way that I hadn't imagined. Water-cooler talk transformed from light-weight sports analysis and petty gripes to thoughtful discussions of where the leaders were trying to take the company and what it would require to get there. An atmosphere of concern and criticism slowly shifted to one of guarded optimism. The ailing company was on the mend and everyone was playing a role in the healing. And strangely enough, the weekly letter played an important role in propelling the change.
And how about parents? Should they make more use of the written word? When my oldest daughter took a job in Ecuador, I wrote her a weekly letter where I expressed my love and concern for her along with daily chit chat and updates on sports and current events. These were the first letters I had composed since 1966, when I was living in Brazil and wrote to my own parents. I hadn't written a letter for over thirty years because the phone had replaced my pen. However, since the cost of even a brief phone call to Ecuador was the equivalent of a steak dinner, I returned to writing letters. Since writing down my thoughts seemed more formal and important to me than merely chatting, I made an effort to express deeper and more meaningful ideas than I would have left to my natural proclivities. My daughter still has all of those letters.
I'm reminded of the movie The Great Santini. When the Santini's oldest son turns sixteen, his mother writes him a letter and places it in his lunch bag. In it she expresses her love and appreciation for the man he has become. It's a beautiful piece of writing and I've often thought of that scene, wondering how many of us have the courage to do the same. Will we take the time to write our thoughts on paper, where they are recorded forever and can be easily recalled years, even centuries, later? Probably not. Either we don't think to write down our thoughts or we're afraid of placing them in public view.
But like it or not, fear it or not, the written word still can play an important role in our lives. The day will come when we're gone and the only thing left of us will be hundreds of still photographs that place us in front of tourist attractions, a handful of short video clips where we ritually mouth, "Get that camera out of my face!" and lastly, perhaps most importantly, our written words. The Maya understood the value of the written word the minute they learned that they could write their thoughts to their own children. And now, through their eyes, I'm coming to the same understanding.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Whooping Cough anyone?

Yeah. I think that is what it is. Doc also said it might be drainage from chronic sinusitis. Perhaps with asthma. Yikes.

All was calmed (in my head anyway) when I read this. It pretty much exactly describes my journey the last six weeks. I don't feel poorly, but I had to go to the doc since I had been coughing for six weeks. And "whooping" for the past four. (I didn't know that the intake was the whooping part. I thought it was characterized by a whoopy outflow. (Kind of yelping like a seal.)

Yeah. I was vaccinated as a kid (Pertussis). Doesn't work anymore (turns out most of the vaccines you have under age 12 don't do any good when you're an adult.)

My kids are vaccinated so they won't get it. I guess I had always thought of it as a child's disease (so does WebMD, notice the name of the link). Not so.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Button Rack

A year and a half ago I took a Donna Downey class where we covered these 8" chipboard letters with paper. I had them sitting haphazardly on a shelf. I finally put them up today...suspended by thread from the header on the vertical blinds in my office. (This would be the office that is my scrapbook room that I want to call my studio but it just doesn't seem right. Too pretentious or something!)


Then I had my hubby put up my new button holder...an old cassette tape holder painted white and flipped on its side.


Margaret helped me sort a jar of buttons into different jars by color. Then she wouldn't get out of the picture! funny.


Ya' gotta' love that I found these baby food jars when I was looking for paint for this. They are the perfect button holders..right size and fit on the shelves nicely.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

From the mouth of babes



From Margaret today:

"Mom, How come you take pictures, and put them on your computer, and then print them out and scrap them and then take picture of them and put them on your computer?"

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Home again!

Made it home. We drove the last hour in the rain. And it's chilly here. Like a different world from the 90 degrees and humid when we left.

Laundry is started. Mail is being gone through (Two boxes for me!!! One from Tally Scrapper and one from Jenni Bowlin!)

Now to download and order pictures!



Margaret jumping over the "waves" on Lake Michigan


This is a porcupine in a tree. Trust me on this. We saw this guy and his mom several times, this was the only time I had my camera with me.


Amelia learned to kayak with help from the waterfront crew. Pretty cool!


There were tons of monarch butterflies all over the place.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

New picture!

Michelle's comment reminds me I need to have a new picture taken. This one is by my 6 year old.



I am 6 pounds away from my weight before I had kids. That was ten years ago. That's my next goal! I can tell you the weight has shifted around however. I lost a lot of weight in my back end but not much on the top. Very weird, but I won't complain about that too much. (Oh...and I still don't have a waist...never really did)

After I hit that goal we'll see how it's going and if I want to work at this some more. The eating less (i.e an appropriate amount of food) has been easy. Doing exercise has not. That is my downfall...I am a couch potato.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

Ditzy-ness

I remember posting earlier about some of the silly things I've done that I find pretty unbelievable. This weekend was no exception.

I decided to clean out my Scrap Bin. I keep scraps in a tote that I sometimes take to crops. I found our cell phone down the edge of the bag. One that I lost about a year ago.

I found an electronic token from work that had been missing for months. It's part of the security to get on the company's intranet from home.

And did I ever tell you I lost yet another badge for work? It was the second time in about 4 months.

In other ditzy items...I went to get adhesive at Scrapbooks Too last week and didn't check if I needed any of the other type I use. I ran out of that type on Friday.

Sigh.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

School Shopping

We went to Target tonight to get school supplies. I like going early so there is a better selection of backpacks.

I was a bit sad about one thing that happened. Margaret was so excited! She found a Hello Kitty backpack and matching lunch bag. (She's going to be in first grade... excited about the lunch at school thing) I don't know what happened when, but about 10 minutes later she put them back and said, "I don't want anyone thinking I'm a baby" and she picked out a plain purple backpack and lunch bag. I so wanted to make her get the "Hello Kitty" stuff, but knew I shouldn't. I was kind of sad about that. Peer pressure starts way too early (and I'll bet there are plenty of high school aged kids with Hello Kitty stuff, but she wouldn't believe me, I'm sure)

Amelia had a hard time choosing between the "High School Musical" backpack and the "High School Musical" book bag. She chose the book bag...which was good because it doesn't have a HUGE picture of Troy on it (just a smaller one).

We got all new pens and pencils and everything, even though we likely had some used at home. I like the feel of all new stuff when school starts. Charlie didn't understand.

School doesn't start for over a month, but at least we have that part done. Now on to school clothes shopping. Ick.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Tragedy in Minneapolis

The Clauss family is ok. Just a quick note in case anyone is checking here for news.

I'm shaken. Very surreal.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Harry Potter is in the House

Here's my layout on the recent Harry Potter release. I hope you all enjoyed reading it! I know I did. I'm going back and reading the older ones and I'm on Goblet of Fire right now. I love going back and tying in all the pieces after reading to the end! (I also love using this old Paper Loft paper with the book spines on it. I really do still love most of the old scrapbooking supplies I have. And it's fun to find something old and use it on a page!)



Here's the text of the journaling:

In July 2007, the final “Harry Potter” book came out. It was quite the to-do, with midnight parties and people reading into the wee hours of the morning. Charlie went out and bought the book on Saturday afternoon at 1pm. He finished at about 2am. I had started reading the previous book early that day, so when I got up on Sunday I was able to start “HP and the Deathly Hallows”. I finished at about 11pm.
I didn’t get into Harry Potter until I listened to the first book on tape. Then I was hooked! I finally started reading them when I was on a business trip to Singapore. I was in the hotel all weekend alone, so I bought the first and finished it, then the second, then the third! When I went back to Singapore a year later I was able to get the fourth book, but I still want to get the matching set (meaning I have to get the last three there). I like that I have the “British” version of the books. I don’t know if I’ll ever get to complete the set, but I certainly wasn’t going to wait for that to finish reading them!

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Some Scrapbook Layouts

Goodness, I haven't posted in over a week. Let's see...

Margaret lost tooth #2. The tooth fairy brought her a dollar coin. She was disappointed that she only got one quarter...had never seen a dollar coin before.

We have been at the pool a lot. The wading pool. That's good enough for the girls and it is close.

I finally did a few more layouts. It's been a while since I've posted any. Those of you who go to Tally Scrapper have seen these...but for my other readers...here they are!





Friday, July 20, 2007

Camp Like a Girl

That's the theme for Girl Scout camp this summer. I got a great T-shirt. Amelia and I just got back from Camp. It was nice. Amelia loved hiking. She hated the beds. I hated the beds, too.

Of course we did S'mores and Pudgie Pies. Mmmmm.

Ghost stories were told.

My main disappointment was no singing around the campfire. Darn. How can it be camp without that?


I'm tired. Two nights of sleeping on camp cots is not refreshing. But I did have so much fun watching Amelia explore camp and camp life. Looking forward to sleeping in my Serta Pillow Top bed. (With a bathroom in the house) Sounds dreamy.

Monday, July 16, 2007

A lovely weekend



We all had such a lovely weekend. We drove over to Merrill, Wisconsin on Friday afternoon. (About 20 minutes north of Wausau, if that helps you). We stayed in a hotel with a really nice pool and hot tub. In all, we spent about 3 or 3-1/2 hours in the pool this past weekend. The girls are not big on putting their faces in the water. But Amelia finally figured out how to "swim". Yep. It's classic dog paddle, arms and legs flailing with head held above water. But she figured it out. And she was sooo proud of herself (as she should be) I heard "Mommy, look at me!" more than 100 times this weekend. The girls both did a maneuver called the "flying squirrel", which was basically pushinng off the steps in the pool into the water. I pretended to be a dolphin (and they would be baby dolphins and I would give them rides) or a whale (and I would jump up and make big splashes). Both moves would be met with claps and glee and asking for more. Even with just the pool experience it would have been great.

But the reason we drove four hours was not to go to a pool... it was to go to a family reunion. This is an upbeat, fun, organized family. We had a horseshoe tournament (my cousin Todd and I won) a water balloon toss, a pinata, a craft (glue tissue paper on glass votives), a campfire with lots of singing, and lots of motorboat rides with tubing and skiing. It was cold there on Saturday (I'd say low 60s with a 20 mph wind off the lake), but that just meant we sat up near the cabin and talked more. I got to spend more time with family. Very nice.

Margaret went tubing with 3 other 6-7 year old girls. Cute factor off the scale!!!

The girls are 1st or 2nd cousins and they really had a blast playing all weekend. Margaret especially enjoyed playing with Madeline, my cousin Kathy's daughter.

My brother Mark's family from Missouri was all there. No small feat since their boys are a 9th grader, a 12th grader, and a college junior.Let me tell you, they ate half the ham all by themselves! I don't know how you can afford to feed three young men those ages. It is amazing to see how they have grown and their areas of wisdom and their areas of silliness and immaturity.



Amelia also enjoyed the motor boat rides this year. She is a bit more timid than Margaret and I don't anticipate her tubing anytime soon. She also hasn't liked riding on the motorboat in past years. This year, however, you couldn't get her out of the boat! Fun to see her grow up, too.

At the campfire, there was a lull in the songs at one point and Amelia plunged in with "My home's in Montana, I wear a bandana, My spurs they are silver, my pony is grey" Three verses. She knew all the words and everyone sat and listened to her. She got big claps at the end. She has a pretty voice and it was fun to see her using it.

Speaking of singing, Sunday morning my Uncle Bill set up for the family to sing at their church service. I wasn't really that interested in getting up for church at 8:15, but I was glad I did. It was fun to sing with my Aunts and Uncles and mom. There were only 3 of us "cousins". My cousin Anne is a music teacher and has such a lovely voice. I could tell that my mom was very happy and grateful that I came and sang...that was worth it all by itself. I guess we were on the radio. Hah! My brush with fame.

After that, we went back to the "lake" for another afternoon of boating and tubing. Margaret went out again.

It's hard to watch, because I'm always so scared they will fall off. That would really scare her, but no incidents!

After our drive home, we got into the cities just in time to take the girls straight to choir practice. A woman at our church is a music teacher and is having a choir over the summer. The girls are performing at the Episcopal Church home this coming Saturday and at church next Sunday. They were sooooo tired. Margaret looked like she was going to fall asleep on her feet. Amelia has a speaking part and sounded good talking into the microphone.

Let's just say we were all tired. I downloaded pictures from my camera to my computer (I will put some on this post tonight) and then we basically went to bed. I'll have to do laundry tonight.

It was a perfect night to sleep with the windows open. We have windows on two sides of the bedroom, so we get a nice cross flow. With the big elm tree overhead, it feels like sleeping in a tree house sometimes. I woke up this morning just grateful for everything... my family, safe travels, my house, my job. Everything.



That, my friends, is what a weekend is supposed to do for you.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

I wish I had a camera phone today...

I saw a Hummer with an E85 sticker on it.

Unbelievable. I suspect the owner has an attitude about environmentalists and did it to stick it in their faces. Or maybe the owner is just stupid.


OK..I thought of two more possibilities.

1) Some environmentalist tagged the Hummer with the sticker.

2) The owner of the Hummer owns an Ethanol plant. (Charlie thought of that one).


But I really wanted a picture of it.

Southwest Minneapolis Playground Tour

The girls have been wanting to go to the playground or wading pool every night. We have been going around to new parks to try them out. Most of the playgrounds in the Minneapolis Parks and Recreation chain have a community center with a bathroom and a wading pool. Very nice. Here are our stops so far:

Fuller: 48th and Grand. Our "home" park. We go here most often because we can walk there.
Lynnhurst: 50th and Minnehaha Parkway. Our other "home" park. It's right by the girls' school and has more equipment for older kids. Fuller is kind of a "baby" park.
Linden Hills: 42nd and Xerxes. A drive around the lake. The girls love the "pirate ship" play area. The pool is round, which is kind of cool.
McRae: 47th and Chicago. The coolest play equipment. Neat climbing stuff. Lots of unsupervised kids there, however.
Pershing: 48th and Chowen. Almost Edina. You can tell. The playground in next to the tennis courts and there was a lady playing in a pink tennis outfit and pearls. When she was done I noticed she climbed into her Lexus SUV to drive away. Why was I not surprised?
Lake Harriet Play area by the bandshell: No pool. Old, old equipment like the kind I used to play on as a kid. Great memories for me.


We still need to hit the following:
Martin Luther King: 41st and Nicollet.
Pearl Park: Diamond Lake Road and Portland Ave.
The one at 40th and Colfax/Bryant near Lakewood Cemetery... Can't recall the park name.

I'll have to pull out the map and find a few more. Kind of fun to visit new parks.

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Tagged again!

This tag comes from Minda. Per my standard MO, I will not be tagging anyone else. Feel free to answer if you are so led!

This seems much harder than answering questions. Plus I think maybe I did this one once..maybe tagged by Scraploft?

1-post these rules
2-each person tagged must post 8 random(... hopefully interesting) facts about themselves
3-tags should write a blog post of these facts
4- at the end of the post 8 more bloggers are tagged and named
5-go to their blog and leave a comment telling them they're tagged

My ranDoM fActS:

1) I like to watch baseball on TV. I even recorded games at one point to watch off season (sad, I know). I am waiting for the last game before the all-star break tonight. I'd be willing to have a TV in my scrap room just for this. And I could record games to watch off season. You see, I don't really watch the games in any detail. I don't remember the scores, the inning, or even the teams sometimes. It's just a comforting background noise to me. I do remember watching a pitcher for the Cubs throwing a no-hitter once. During a day game. I remember his last name started with an S... now I'll have to look that up. I kept score during the Twins' world series games. I still have the score sheets. It's the only way i can pay attention to what's going on. I also keep score when I attend games.

2) We are trying to decide on whether to get a dog or not. I think about the mess and the cost and I say no. I think about the petting and the walking and the protection and how much Amelia would love one and I say yes. First I have to buy a new car and a new couch. (And why would I get a dog if I had a new couch? Another mark in the "no dog" column.) Oh. And we need to have the trim on the house painted. And the elm treated for dutch elm disease. Our neighbor across the street and one down just had one marked with the "ring of death". I'd hate to lose ours.

3) I grew up in a house a LOT like the one we have now. A small boulevard between the sidewalk and street with a big elm tree, a built in buffet, house built in 1920s.

4) I was terrified of tornadoes and lightning storms growing up. I was always afraid the lightning would hit the elm tree and the main branch would fall on my room. The main branch on our elm tree is right over our bedroom now. I don't even think about it falling on the house.

5) I love sitting in a tent or cabin in the rain. With no other noises except the bugs and the birds.

6) I am basically lazy. I am always willing to leave stuff for the last minute. Read #2 for examples. I can't believe I'm pre-approved on a loan for a new car and I haven't spent another moment looking for one or thinking about it. Except when I'm driving the piece of crud car I'm driving now. Then I think about it.

7) I just bought a Silhouette! I used the proceeds from the rummage sale at the local store to finance my new "digital craft cutter". Hah! I wasn't so lazy about picking that up, was I? I had it up and running within an hour after getting it home. We must have priorities here, eh?

8) I just hand wrote TWO letters this past weekend. To my Great Aunt and my Aunt. I think they both have e-mail addresses, but not sure how to find them out. Now I'm remembering that I didn't ask for their e-mail addresses or tell them mine. Well, that was silly, wasn't it? Handwriting a letter was weird. I used to do this fairly often? Not enough. I remember getting a letter from my dad every Wednesday when I was in college. He wrote me every Sunday night and I would get them on Wednesday. I think I didn't keep them. Very unlike me...and I wish I had them.

Tag to.... whoever wants to answer these. And now I have to go off and find out what 8 random facts I used last time I did this.

Enjoy the rain! I know I am.

Friday, July 06, 2007

It's July

Goodness, I've been neglecting this blog. What do you do when you sit at the pool for two hours? Read the manual on your camera and snap 100 pictures. Of course, the first and the last were the best.




Oh. And I took 100 at the fireworks on Wednesday. Here are two I liked.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

We're all in this together.



Sing it now! Sing it Long! Sing it again! Sing it in your brain for hours after you leave!


I went to High School Musical at the Children's Theater this evening. For those who don't know the background, Disney made this movie, direct to DVD, and is marketing it to the skys amongst the pre-teen set. I had heard none of the songs, didn't know the plot. Had only heard "Grease" starting to market itself as "The orignial High School Musical"

The opening scene and music is ripped straight out of Grease. Then they do something a bit more wholesome with the whole thing. Jocks v. Brains v.Drama club. Build up the tension. Get the star of the basketball team to try out for the musical and suddenly everyone is singing about soaring and flying and breaking all the molds and doing what they've always wanted to do.

And sing it again. We're all in this together.

It was an excellent production. Just a sweet predictable ending, but he music was fun, fun, fun!

Now I need to go buy tickets to take Amelia. Wish me luck!

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

A color for Suzy Q

Suzy,

My apologies for not thinking of a color! (I guess I should have expected forgetting at least one important person, eh?)

I have been thinking a bit. The colors that come to mind are yellow for hope, orange for laughter, and grey..um...well...let's leave that there.

Glad to see you are reading my blog. I guess I have to be careful what I say...who knows who is reading?

Sunday, June 24, 2007

What's your color?

A friend gave me the book "Visual Chronicles" this weekend. It is a "no-fear guide to creating art journals, creative manifestos and altered books" She wasn't being inspired by it, and I thought it was totally cool.

The first chapter talks about color. The assignment is to " Start with a person, someone important in your life: What colors come to mind when you imagine this
person?"

So instead of this column being personal about me, it will be personal about you, my readers. (Or perhaps they are imagined readers in some cases.)


Minda: A spicy nutmeg roast. Browny-orange with lots of depth and energy.

Lisa: A deep red. Thoughtful, spicy and sexy with a bit of mystery.

Erin: Bright golden yellow. Youth and energy and growth all together.

Susan: Pink. Can't say much else. It just seems to be a color made for you.

Kate: Green. A rainbow of greens. Growth and stability.

Martha: Brown. Brown with every color in it. You are an enigma to me.

Nicole: Olive green and Deep sky blue. Honest as all outdoors.

Michelle: A palette of blues. Stable and optimistic.

Vicki: Well, I have never really been to Texas, but the colors of Texas are what I think of for you. Sand and Terra cotta, Dusty Green, Deep Blue Sky.

Marcy: You are changing colors. I think perhaps you were a dark and murky orange, but you are emerging to a bright orangeish yellow, ready to take on the new world!

Two of you I am having trouble with the color. That would be Linda and Bonnie. I think it's because I know you both are very different deep down than you appear upon first meeting. I know you more than first meeting, but not deep down. So my crystal ball is cloudy right now. :-)

***Update...I thought of colors for Bonnie. Black and Flowers. Ok...black because her blog is black so I really associate that with her. Plus I think she was wearing black the first time I met her. (Nothing sinister or depressing) And then flowers, which I know really isn't a color, but there always seems to be flowers on her blog. Plus, when I did a weekend retreat with her, she was surrounded with flowers (and used them on almost every page!).

So...there's my psycho-analysis of you for today. Of course, we bring our own lens everywhere. Who's to say the colors above won't change as I change? Really it is about me?

Off to crop!

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Summer Evening

Rebecca Sower's blog recently exhorted its readers to do "pick one" of a list of simple pleasures to "savor the raw beauty and simplicity of the process".

Last night I played in the sandbox with my daughter (not on Rebecca's list, but definitely on mine).




I had a sandbox just like this when I was a kid. Actually, it was at the neighbor's, but we didn't have fences in those days, so it was as good as mine. It had wooden sides just like this one. We would spend hours in that sandbox building forts. I remember we each would take one corner and pile up the sand. Then we would put in a moat, a bridge, windows (finger pokes) and various designs. We had to dig down into the "wet sand" to make it work. I think we just had our hands. I don't remember any shovels or other tools. We would get in trouble if we turned on the hose to wet the sand or fill our moats. That would be wasteful.

So last night Margaret and I made some of the sand into "wet sand" and made a fort. I had the sprinkler going while we did this, and as we were digging and carving, we saw many birds (mostly robins) come to pick for worms. We also saw a cardinal sitting in the "rain" on the fence. And a woodpecker in the apple tree. It was so fun to just sit and dig and listen to the sprinkler and the birds. We even had some towels and clothes on the clothesline. It was just like childhood... except for the planes on their landing paths close overhead.

This morning when I got into the shower I realized I had a tick! on my belly! I don't remember ever getting ticks in the sandbox when I was little. Got it off with the tweezers and then checked Margaret for ticks carefully. Luckily she didn't get any. Oh well. A small price for a little piece of childhood last night.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

It's here!

Yay! My hubby knew I was waiting for the new Jenni Bowlin kit so he called to tell me it has arrived! I know what I'll be scrapping tonight!

I also have some stitching to finish on this (Stitch on the flowers or add brads. Also stitch around the tag)


and this (I'm going to add a circle)

Monday, June 11, 2007

Summer's Here!

Look at the forecast!

Date Skies Hi/Lo %chance of rain HIGH

Today
Jun 11 Sunny 89°/69° 10% 89°F

Tue
Jun 12 Sunny 90°/69° 10% 90°F

Wed
Jun 13 Partly Cloudy 90°/68° 10% 90°F

Thu
Jun 14 Cloudy 91°/72° 10% 91°F

Fri
Jun 15 Partly Cloudy 92°/72° 10% 92°F

Sat
Jun 16 Partly Cloudy 92°/74° 10% 92°F

Sun
Jun 17 Isolated T-Storms 88°/69° 30% 88°F

Friday, June 08, 2007

Powerpoint humor

For those of you in office land (or glad you're not, or wishing you were), here's a great video about the dangers of Powerpoint. I haven't laughed this hard in ages.

Soccer!



Margaret is so totally loving the soccer thing. She is just laughing while running up and down the field. Like it's a fun game and not a competition. That will come later, I'm sure. This past Wednesday night, at one point, she and a girl from the other team were just kicking it back and forth. They really were trying to get it past each other, but were only about 2 feet away and it ended up being a little volley back and forth. And she was just grinning and laughing.

She still asks after every game: "Mom. When's my next soccer game?" And she knows that Saturday is her last game. And so she's started asking about the fall. And I tell her, "of course we'll sign you up again!". I think she will cry after the game on Saturday.

Above is a layout I did of some pictures from this season. I have some nice shots of Margaret, but I think capturing the not so great shots with all the kids around the ball and and coaches and sidelines will also provide great memories.

A question for my soccer mom... The older sister is just dragging her feet and putting up a tantrum and generally being poopy about having to go to her sister's soccer games. We make sure she brings a book or something to do, but wondering if you have some techniques for helping the one who is not playing in the game. She is only 9 years old, so I can't leave her at home alone (which is what she really wants)

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

The last week of....

The girls' last day of school is next Tuesday, June 12. We have been discussing "lasts" over the last week.

Today is their "last Wednesday". Margaret is sad because it is her "last day of art class". Amelia is sad because it is her last day of reading and now she has to spend "all day in Mr. K's class". (They switch classes for reading and she really, really loves her reading teacher) Not a lot of working going on...mostly the winding up of things.

Handing in the library books, bringing home the art projects and work books, field day and carnivals, choir concerts.

I think that is was I miss most about school. It seemed that no matter how hard or bad things got, it would all be over at the end of the semester. You could start the next school term energized and full of hope. A totally new set of classes. A chance for everything to go well.

Sometimes I feel like I need an "end of the semester" for my personal life. You know... wrap things up. Closure. Maybe an evaluation period. But then the ability to MOVE ON. I seem to carry stuff forever. I have some ideas in my head of things to "do around the house" that have been there for years. Or just general things that I am going to do "someday". I'm not talking about giving up legitimate dreams (I still want to score 100 on 18 holes someday), but I am talking about giving up the laundry list of somedays. And of course, all the parenting mistakes you make... you don't just get a grade and move on...you have to live with the outcome of the mistakes you made. And you can't just tell the kids, "New semester at school. I'm going to be a different mommy now." and start over.

There's no drastic things in my life I'm talking about, just the strain of 22 years of being an adult and not being able to "close up the semester".

Here's to fresh starts!


I have scrapped at least one page every day in June so far! It's my own personal challenge for the month. Here's yesterday, for those who haven't seen it on the board where I post my layouts. Gotta start thinking about tonight's! I don't have a lot of time to do them (I can squeeze in 30 mins or so) so they are simple. But hey, they are completed pages. And a good stress relief for me.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

A not so random RAK

OK...my last post got me thinking. Those of you that I might actually see over the next month...post a reply with some favorite product line/color/style and I will put together a paper pack "RAK" for you. It won't be the latest and greatest stuff...but it will be nice. Oh...and I won't mail it...we'll have to arrange to meet. I'll be at TOO the entire weekend of June 22-24 where folks can come pick it up!

I think if you qualify for this not so random RAK, I will have your e-mail address. Please, don't be shy!

Some of you I can guess on what to gift to (Linda...need some more Doodlebug?). The others? I'll get to know a bit more about your style. And I'll still have 15" worth of paper to sell :-)

Here's a sample of what I need to know:

I love earthy, shabby distressed stuff. 7gypsies, Rusty Pickle, etc. I also love green. Not so much on bright colors.

Or

I have tons of baby pages to do. I love florals and pale blues.

or

GIVE ME ALL YOUR CHATTERBOX.

OK...maybe not so much on that last one.

Another Question..

Michelle said...

Which product do you have the most of? Why? Because you like it and horde it? Or don't like it anymore but have a ton leftover?


Patterned paper. I have enough to scrap every single picture I own on a one page spread and I would still have some leftover. No secret that I love pp. The insidious part about paper is that it's "only" 60 cents, or 90 cents. Can't beat that, can you? Of course, I have gone to the counter with a stack of items that are only "60 cents" and spent $50. And Scrapbooks Too will occasionally have a 40 or 50% off of all patterned paper. Then I spent $60 (and get a ginormous stack).

In the old days (before I admitted I had a problem) when I new line came out, I would go down the stack and buy TWO of every single sheet. Even that odd design sheet that seems to come out in every line. Whoa!!! Now I really limit to three or four sheets per line (except the Tres Jolie...had to go up to 10 on that one). Really.

Seriously though, aside from the "value" of pp, I just love it. I could seriously scrap with just cardstock, patterned paper and adhesive. I do use a lot of it...sometime 4 or 5 patterns on one page. I especially love the challenge of mixing PPs from various manufacturers. Here's a page I made yesterday with 3 types of Foofala and one 7Gypsies.



I am garage sale-ing tons of patterned paper the end of the month (a stack about 15 inches tall as I speak...will likely get taller) that I have to figure out how to divide and package. Suggestions on that are appreciated!

Friday, June 01, 2007

More Questions!

Thank you Nicole for asking questions. I hate to have the long, long "Ode to Engineering" as my most recent post. (And thank you Michelle, for understanding)

Nicole said...
If you had gone to a bus plant, would you have been excited about it?


Absolutely! To see how all the parts go together, to see the automation they have; how they install windows, how they put on the "stop arm". Cool Cool. I went on an automobile assembly plant tour recently and it was really great.
Now about going to Tulsa? Not so much. :-)

Nicole said...
Will Linda ever update her blog on a regular basis?


The problem with blogs is that if you have a life, you don't have time to write. If you don't have a life, you don't have anything to write about. So...most of us who blog (i.e. have time) don't have much to write about. We resort to asking people to ask us questions so that that we have something to write about. Linda must fall in the other category. 'Cause when she does post, it's darned interesting.



Nicole said...
If you could live anywhere, where would it be?


Hmmm. Several possiblities arise. I'll pick near the ocean north of San Diego. Awesome weather and a place to go and cool off when the weather does get too hot. I do like California...except for all the people! Either that or Albuquerque