Fresh Page

I've decided that my blog needed a new look. The bird and stuff is a little cutesy so we'll see how long it is before I get sick of looking at the pears and pink...but I need to rearrange my blog furniture so to speak...
So, I know that I'm not a pro at making cards, but I decided to post photos of my cards. I'm a hoarder when it comes to the cards that I make @ club and all they do is sit in my card box waiting for a moment of desperation when I need a birthday or thank you card in about 5 seconds and I don't have the time or energy to make a new card. Otherwise, I won't give them away...it's like I made it..it's mine...it ceases to exist if I give it away...bad logic - I know.

The impetus for this idea came from two sources. The first was Ms. Coil noting how on this one site which has free vintage clip art, this lady has professional photographs of her cards, AND we both agreed they're JUST cards. The second thing that happened over the holidays was my nephew's Christmas gift to my parents. The boys bought them a digital frame. Of course my parents handed it to me and asked me to set it up. Marc would've done it but we're the one-kid family and our world revolves around the little family and so in our singularity we have lots of photos. Yes, we have photos of OTHER people (but that's only if they happen to get in the shot of Bryan). No, just kidding. We have photos of Zach's little Mikaila too (so girly!). So, it fell upon me to upload photos. It wasn't hard per se, but it was a daunting task. It's one of those deals were you load it and hope like hell it works when you plug it back in because you never want to go through the whole ordeal a second time.
Adding photos will be easy but the first download was time consuming. While I was watching all of these photos scrolling across the screen, that's when I thought of my blog and visiting my cards.

I wanted to put my cards in my own frame. The next thing that dawned on me...I didn't create ANY of these cards. These are NOT my ideas and I can't take credit for the ideas. These are ideas that I saw/copied from the pages of Take Ten magazine, Split Coast Stampers, or Late Night Stampers, and a few that I outright stole from Ms. Coil :)!
Anyway, I'm going to post my cards to my blog page from now on. I don't have the professional camera equipment but don't tempt me. As I have time and ENERGY I'll post cards. I'm experimenting for now. Hey, it's Christmas break and this may be a one time shot, but here goes...

Fourth posting of the day

Guess what happens while you're on Christmas Break and you have LOTS O' TIME to peruse the web? Specifically - Split Coast Stampers and Late Night Stampers group?? Um yeah... I found Slide.com. Make my own slide show...hello I couldn't get it to load on my side nav. bar and I know you can add music to those things, but I'm working with an oldie but a goodie computer and I dont' know how much more she can take, Jim (said with a Scottish brogue). Oh, and speaking of Scottish brogues...my mom gave dad the Susan what's her name CD for Christmas and it is BEAUTIFUL. I got the Andrea Bocelli (spell?) Christmas CD from David. Very good music this holiday. Other than that...I think I'm gettin' the hang of some of these fancy gadgets on my blog...that is until I screw up and the cussing will begin!

Observations and Epiphanies

So, when my son gets hurt I kiss him and tell him I'm sorry he got hurt. He responds by asking why I'm apologizing when it's his fault. What the hell? It dawned on me that I didn't have the answer and it made me look at myself? Crazy. Some would say I'm over thinking this (as usual) but it got me thinking.

Eh, he's six what the hell does he know?!

I have to tell this story...it made my day in a creepy way. One of the gals on Puma staff told me that someone was gushing about me. It was nice to hear that, but on some level you want people to think nice things about you not share them with other staff. I don't know if this makes sense, but when she told me that I had an admirer I was bothered that someone saying things that I wouldn't want to hear first-hand. Anyway, she didn't tell me who it was and I don't want to know who it is because it's just weird and this way I don't have to worry about feeling awkward with the staff. I found out that I've been complimented...that's good enough. No?

Snow Days

let it snow let it snow let it snow...
What could be better than cruisin' the net while white flakes fall and Winter Warlock gently swirls snow like the Vermouth in an extra dry martini -almost touching the gin but not quite.

Glee obsession

My newest obsession...Glee. The music is so great. So, I think in a former life I was a singer. I know I'm lacking the ability to stay in key but gosh - I love trying and mangling them. My husband laughs because I never remember words...but that never stops me. Keep holdin' on...Maybe next time.
Also, Kristin Chenowith is like the professional skater she makes her vocal spins and jumps look like child's play.

Instead of making cards, I'm looking at other people's cards while I'm listening to Glee youtube vids. Good stuff!

My son the BRAT

I have a story that I had to share with you…
This morning, I realized what A LITTLE SH** my son has become. Today at B.’s school is Grandparent’s Day. Nana/Papa go to a morning mass with him then they go and watch a little play and they sing Thanksgiving songs etc. and then they give the kids an early release for Thanksgiving Break. So, this morning on the way to school, I call mom and dad to make sure they’re on their way. Bryan hears the conversation and asks are Nana/Papa going to school? I tell him yes, and he needs to look for them so he can sit with them at church. He says- but I want to sit with my friends. I start to get upset and tell him that Nana/Papa come to sit with you once a year. Plus, your friends don’t love you, but they do, so BE NICE and sit with them. He says what if I don’t see them? I told him to look for them. (there was my first flag)…so, we get to the drop off at school and I tell him, I love you. He says NOTHING in response. I YELL – I LOVE YOU! HE SAYS NOTHING!! I’m like WHY YOU LITTLE BRAT. So, I go around the front and park. I walk into the church and I see my parents. They’re talking to some of the other parents – chit chatting…
I tell my Dad that you can sit with Bryan – he says that’s OK. We can sit in the back, and mom says, No, I’d like to sit with Bryan. So, Dad says what are we supposed to do and one of the parents jumps in and says you just walk in with them and slide in next to your kid…and at that moment her kid comes walking in and she jumps in the line with the kids and goes into the church….
So, here comes Bryan walking down the hall with the other first graders – shirt un-tucked, of course. I tell Dad – make him tuck in his shirt. Dad says, he won’t listen to me. I’m like…MAKE him do it.
So, I see Bryan and he SEES me and starts casually walking behind his friend Kyle. Then as they get closer he starts to walk behind some other adult (teacher, I think) and tries to sneak past us. I realize at that moment that he’s TRYING TO FREAKING’ DODGE US. Ooh, he’s lucky he was in church…I was so mad that I just wanted to yank him up at that moment. I had to get to work, so I left and called David on my way out of the parking lot. I tell David what happened and he just started laughing. He said, I could see you doing that at his age. Ooh, I’m still steaming!!!

Did I mention I could give a rats' a**

So, maybe it's me but are the students getting whinier? I think it's time for another vacation from this place. I think spending a week in bed was actually worse for my attitude towards work. This year, not so much. The schedule is kicking me in the rear and I'm burned out. I'm supposed to be teaching Tiger right now and to be honest, I want them to find something to do to keep themselves busy. I had a kid write one sentence then look at me like he was done. I'm like seriously, you sat there for about 15 minutes looking at the paper and wrote ONE sentence? I wasn't asking for a novel but once sentence. It wasn't spelled incorrectly. It wasn't especially exciting, but it was ONE sentence. It was supposed to be abut something personal and all he would write is one sentence. Killing me Smalls!

This year, I've decided I've got use my personal leave days on my son's school events....that's all there is to it. I need to get away from here and find a better attitude...
Ugh.

Mr. Dan sent an email saying he'll share next year's budget with us tomorrow...I'm like C'mon
tell me something. Like do I have a job next year...he says it affects everyone...this is like cruelty to animals.
yes, I compared myself to an animal. I'm the cat that died from curiosity.