This picture was shared by my friend Kate Richards who has recently relocated from New England, and it seems, just in time!
Ah snow. So deceiving, isn't it? Anyone who has ever had to shovel it can attest!!
Be careful out there people!
Thursday, January 27, 2011
A little levity...
Well, I thought I would take a little break from these huge long blogs, and add a little levity to our "Global Warming" situation! Here in Texas, we are pretty cold, and are going down below freezing every night. They are calling for snow next week, and after getting 14inches of the fluffy white stuff last February, I most certainly will not say that it won't happen!!
This picture was shared by my friend Kate Richards who has recently relocated from New England, and it seems, just in time!
Ah snow. So deceiving, isn't it? Anyone who has ever had to shovel it can attest!!
Be careful out there people!
This picture was shared by my friend Kate Richards who has recently relocated from New England, and it seems, just in time!
Ah snow. So deceiving, isn't it? Anyone who has ever had to shovel it can attest!!
Be careful out there people!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
My Prayer
As many of you may know, we had a serious issue with Miss Edith on her first day of first grade. To make a long story short, she was ushered out the wrong door, and got lost. She was found on the service road of the highway some 45 minutes later, and that very afternoon she was pulled from the local independant school district and became a home-schooler.
I have got to say right here and right now, that almost a year and a half later, I still cry when I think about it and I still have nightmares. There are some days that the thoughts of what Edith went through are all consuming, and I feel the cold hand of terror on my heart, and it's so hard to shake even though she is here, and she is safe. Apparently, I am not the only one.
We have started going to a local church in the next town after a long hiatus not from God, but from "church" as an entity. *Side note... great story there, remind me and sometime I will tell you all!* Anyway, this church is HUGE. I mean, GIANORMOUS doesn't even begin to cover it. And every Wednesday, they have kids classes. Tonight was the first night that I brought her, though she has been going for a while with friends from her kindergarten class.
While I was waiting in line to check her out, I looked over and saw her running toward me crying, then she tripped and scraped her wrist something fierce. Why on earth is she crying? Well, she was afraid that she was going to get lost and I wouldn't be there and so she ran ahead of her class, then got lost. When she saw me, that was all she wrote.
Is this fear ever going to leave us? I honestly had no idea that it was still affecting her as badly as it does me. So here I am, blogging and praying for peace of mind, a forgiving heart, and strength to deal with those moments when I can't breathe. And I'll be praying these things for Edith more than me. And I'll take any prayers for her from you too!! Heavenly Father, restore my forgiving heart and help me be a strong role model for Edith, so that she sees it is ok to be afraid, and not let her fear paralyze her. Amen.
I have got to say right here and right now, that almost a year and a half later, I still cry when I think about it and I still have nightmares. There are some days that the thoughts of what Edith went through are all consuming, and I feel the cold hand of terror on my heart, and it's so hard to shake even though she is here, and she is safe. Apparently, I am not the only one.
We have started going to a local church in the next town after a long hiatus not from God, but from "church" as an entity. *Side note... great story there, remind me and sometime I will tell you all!* Anyway, this church is HUGE. I mean, GIANORMOUS doesn't even begin to cover it. And every Wednesday, they have kids classes. Tonight was the first night that I brought her, though she has been going for a while with friends from her kindergarten class.
While I was waiting in line to check her out, I looked over and saw her running toward me crying, then she tripped and scraped her wrist something fierce. Why on earth is she crying? Well, she was afraid that she was going to get lost and I wouldn't be there and so she ran ahead of her class, then got lost. When she saw me, that was all she wrote.
Is this fear ever going to leave us? I honestly had no idea that it was still affecting her as badly as it does me. So here I am, blogging and praying for peace of mind, a forgiving heart, and strength to deal with those moments when I can't breathe. And I'll be praying these things for Edith more than me. And I'll take any prayers for her from you too!! Heavenly Father, restore my forgiving heart and help me be a strong role model for Edith, so that she sees it is ok to be afraid, and not let her fear paralyze her. Amen.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Confessions of a Night Owl
Have you ever heard it said that if you were born after 12 noon, then you would be a night owl? I'm not sure if this is one of those tried and true "Old Wives Tales" or if it just a little of my mothers homemade wisdom, but it is nothing short of true in our family. Both of my children were born in the early morning, and you guessed it, they are early birds.
As for me, well that is a horse of a different color. I was born (I think) around 2pmish, and you know what? Night time is when I am the most productive. Even doing housework. I am the most creative, the most awake, and well, the most motivated!
Of course, I have to say that now having two kids, I need to wait until they are in bed before I can sit down to do a lot of things, just to be able to get something done without interruption. Well, I guess that my kids are nothing more than enablers then. I like that. I can blame them. :)
Every night before I go to bed, I make myself a cup of tea. I learned a long time ago the PROPER way to drink tea, the way the queen drinks it, with milk and sugar. When I was in Jr. High School, I used to clean house every Saturday for a British woman who went to our church. It was wonderful. We would sit and have tea and read the paper before we would start. You should have seen her face the first time I went to have tea without milk. You would have thought the world was ending.
So there I am, stuck in the coffee/tea isle in Walmart the other day, just waiting for someone... anyone... to move their blessed cart out of the way so that someone else could actually walk down the aisle. Courtesy at Walmart. Never gonna happen. Anywho, I am waiting (as patiently as I possibly can)when I decide that if you can't be where you want to be, love where you are, and began to peruse the tea boxes. The pictures make them all look so delicious, don't they? The names they give them, too. Super Sleepy Slumber Time with Oranges or Yummy Yummy in My Tummy with Peruvian Baby Mint Leaves Hand Picked by Native Tibetians... give me a break.
I cannot tell you how many boxes of tea I have actually purchased, buying in to the whole Herbal Tea HYPE! I can tell you that it is certainly a number greater than 100, though less that 1 million... ok, maybe not that many, but it sure seems like it. And more often than not, you guessed it, I am nothing short of disappointed. The Peppermint Tea I bought one Christmas promised me a candy cane in my cup. You don't even want to know what it REALLY tasted like. That box ended up in the garbage. Then there was the one that promised to help me actually GET TO SLEEP... what a crock.
And then I found a box of True Blueberry Tea. Well of course, I have nothing but time on my hands since I am here, at Walmart, in this aisle, at the mercy of older woman with a walker, family with 6 kids, and the hippie dippy trippy who likes to push her carriage down the center of the aisle, completely oblivious to anyone around her. So I grab a box. I mean really, what's another $3 to the total of my already outrageous grocery bill? Besides, when this box too ends up in the trash, it's not like that $3 was going to make me rich, right?
So there I am in my kitchen, the kids are in bed and Byron has actually gone to sleep instead of teasing me with long stretches of quiet followed by unending excuses to be up... the kettle is on the stove, and I open the box of tea. It smells ok. I guess. Water is poured, teabag steeping... Then I turn to Daryl and say, well, I wonder if my water will be blue! hahaha.
In all seriousness Daryl looks at me and says, actually, it's already quite purple. And so it was. It still smelled ok. I guess. No milk in this tea, just don't tell Tricia. Little bit of sugar, little sip... is it just me, or did everyone hear the angels singing? OH. MY. GOODNESS. This is some BLUEBERRY tea. And you know what? I'm not disappointed. NOT IN THE LEAST.
Two nights now I have made it to bed sometime within the 10pm hour. I guess that He-Man and She-Ra will just have to save the universe on their own without me watching them on Qubo Night Owl. Me and my cup of tea have an appointment in bed.
Happy Sleeping EVERYONE!!
As for me, well that is a horse of a different color. I was born (I think) around 2pmish, and you know what? Night time is when I am the most productive. Even doing housework. I am the most creative, the most awake, and well, the most motivated!
Of course, I have to say that now having two kids, I need to wait until they are in bed before I can sit down to do a lot of things, just to be able to get something done without interruption. Well, I guess that my kids are nothing more than enablers then. I like that. I can blame them. :)
Every night before I go to bed, I make myself a cup of tea. I learned a long time ago the PROPER way to drink tea, the way the queen drinks it, with milk and sugar. When I was in Jr. High School, I used to clean house every Saturday for a British woman who went to our church. It was wonderful. We would sit and have tea and read the paper before we would start. You should have seen her face the first time I went to have tea without milk. You would have thought the world was ending.
So there I am, stuck in the coffee/tea isle in Walmart the other day, just waiting for someone... anyone... to move their blessed cart out of the way so that someone else could actually walk down the aisle. Courtesy at Walmart. Never gonna happen. Anywho, I am waiting (as patiently as I possibly can)when I decide that if you can't be where you want to be, love where you are, and began to peruse the tea boxes. The pictures make them all look so delicious, don't they? The names they give them, too. Super Sleepy Slumber Time with Oranges or Yummy Yummy in My Tummy with Peruvian Baby Mint Leaves Hand Picked by Native Tibetians... give me a break.
I cannot tell you how many boxes of tea I have actually purchased, buying in to the whole Herbal Tea HYPE! I can tell you that it is certainly a number greater than 100, though less that 1 million... ok, maybe not that many, but it sure seems like it. And more often than not, you guessed it, I am nothing short of disappointed. The Peppermint Tea I bought one Christmas promised me a candy cane in my cup. You don't even want to know what it REALLY tasted like. That box ended up in the garbage. Then there was the one that promised to help me actually GET TO SLEEP... what a crock.
And then I found a box of True Blueberry Tea. Well of course, I have nothing but time on my hands since I am here, at Walmart, in this aisle, at the mercy of older woman with a walker, family with 6 kids, and the hippie dippy trippy who likes to push her carriage down the center of the aisle, completely oblivious to anyone around her. So I grab a box. I mean really, what's another $3 to the total of my already outrageous grocery bill? Besides, when this box too ends up in the trash, it's not like that $3 was going to make me rich, right?
So there I am in my kitchen, the kids are in bed and Byron has actually gone to sleep instead of teasing me with long stretches of quiet followed by unending excuses to be up... the kettle is on the stove, and I open the box of tea. It smells ok. I guess. Water is poured, teabag steeping... Then I turn to Daryl and say, well, I wonder if my water will be blue! hahaha.
In all seriousness Daryl looks at me and says, actually, it's already quite purple. And so it was. It still smelled ok. I guess. No milk in this tea, just don't tell Tricia. Little bit of sugar, little sip... is it just me, or did everyone hear the angels singing? OH. MY. GOODNESS. This is some BLUEBERRY tea. And you know what? I'm not disappointed. NOT IN THE LEAST.
Two nights now I have made it to bed sometime within the 10pm hour. I guess that He-Man and She-Ra will just have to save the universe on their own without me watching them on Qubo Night Owl. Me and my cup of tea have an appointment in bed.
Happy Sleeping EVERYONE!!
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Divine Intervention
Do you ever feel like God's hand is on your shoulder guiding you in a direction that YOU DON"T WANT TO GO IN, but it turns out to be the best thing for you? Of course you have. Well, today was my day.
This morning, we took our beautiful Bonnie girl to the vet to be put down. We had been agonizing over this decision for weeks, but after putting aside our own wants and needs, we were able to make the decision that Bonnie needed us to make. Our sweet girl was normally around 80 to 85lbs. This morning, she weighed in at 35lbs. Knowing that she was shutting down simply made saying that she was done easy to say outloud, but not so easy to follow through. Her last gift to Daryl and I was to lick each of our hands, as if she were saying, Goodbye Mom, Goodbye Dad. Heavenly Father, if I never have to do that again, it will be all too soon.
I cried, then laughed, then cried again the whole ride home. What I couldn't deal with was the guilt of wanting to get another dog, NOW. I told Daryl that I didn't want to go home. The thought of facing an empty house hurt my heart even more. We shared memories back and forth with eachother: remember when she?, and then when she?
And then we drove by the Tractor Supply parking lot. Of course, there were people there with dogs for sale, there always were! We had actually gotten Bonnie from that very parking lot almost 10 years earlier, to the day. But she was free. In the 10 years we were blessed with Bonnie, we had not only never seen any other free dogs, but none that looked like our girl.
As I drove by, I saw the puppies. Black and tan, just like my sweet girl. Turning the corner, I told Daryl, it can't hurt to look. We will JUST LOOK. I pulled up.. (I was just looking), rolled down the window (couldn't hurt anyone just to look, right?), and asked how much they were. When the girl said, "Oh, they're free. We're just giving them away", I knew we weren't just looking anymore. We took the only girl there was. I sat there and petted her and cried, she looked EXACTLY like my Bonnie. Then I heard the girl say to the puppy she was holding, "You are the only one left". I looked out the window, then at my husband, who was nodding his head in earnest and holding his hands out, and then I said, "WE'LL TAKE HIM!"
I know in my heart that my girl is looking down at our new additions and wagging her tail like crazy. I also know that it was nothing short of Divine Intervention that brought us right back to THAT parking lot, where there were FREE puppies who looked EXACTLY like our precious girl.Just when we needed them the most.
Welcome to the family, George and Gracie.
This morning, we took our beautiful Bonnie girl to the vet to be put down. We had been agonizing over this decision for weeks, but after putting aside our own wants and needs, we were able to make the decision that Bonnie needed us to make. Our sweet girl was normally around 80 to 85lbs. This morning, she weighed in at 35lbs. Knowing that she was shutting down simply made saying that she was done easy to say outloud, but not so easy to follow through. Her last gift to Daryl and I was to lick each of our hands, as if she were saying, Goodbye Mom, Goodbye Dad. Heavenly Father, if I never have to do that again, it will be all too soon.
I cried, then laughed, then cried again the whole ride home. What I couldn't deal with was the guilt of wanting to get another dog, NOW. I told Daryl that I didn't want to go home. The thought of facing an empty house hurt my heart even more. We shared memories back and forth with eachother: remember when she?, and then when she?
And then we drove by the Tractor Supply parking lot. Of course, there were people there with dogs for sale, there always were! We had actually gotten Bonnie from that very parking lot almost 10 years earlier, to the day. But she was free. In the 10 years we were blessed with Bonnie, we had not only never seen any other free dogs, but none that looked like our girl.
As I drove by, I saw the puppies. Black and tan, just like my sweet girl. Turning the corner, I told Daryl, it can't hurt to look. We will JUST LOOK. I pulled up.. (I was just looking), rolled down the window (couldn't hurt anyone just to look, right?), and asked how much they were. When the girl said, "Oh, they're free. We're just giving them away", I knew we weren't just looking anymore. We took the only girl there was. I sat there and petted her and cried, she looked EXACTLY like my Bonnie. Then I heard the girl say to the puppy she was holding, "You are the only one left". I looked out the window, then at my husband, who was nodding his head in earnest and holding his hands out, and then I said, "WE'LL TAKE HIM!"
I know in my heart that my girl is looking down at our new additions and wagging her tail like crazy. I also know that it was nothing short of Divine Intervention that brought us right back to THAT parking lot, where there were FREE puppies who looked EXACTLY like our precious girl.Just when we needed them the most.
Welcome to the family, George and Gracie.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Check out who's following me!!
Bless his heart, my husband tried to sign up to follow my blog, but he signed in as the New Yankee Scrapper. Not only am I writing the blog, but I'm following it too!!
Thank you sweetheart, for always making our life fun! :*)
Thank you sweetheart, for always making our life fun! :*)
I'd like you to meet my therapist, Nicholas Sparks
To me, there is nothing better than a story that draws you in, and holds you tight. If the storyteller (or screenwriter) has done their job, you love the story, possibly enough to read or watch it again. If they have done their job well, you become a part of the story, and when the book or movie ends, the kinship you feel with the story and its characters is so deep, that it almost hurts to break the connection. So much so that you will pick up the book or hit play on the remote again and again, just to maintain the connection.
My personal preference is to read the book, then see the movie. I create a movie in my mind when I read the story, and then I compare what my mind created to what has been created on the screen. More often than not, however, I am dissapointed. Every once in a while, I'm surprisingly happy with the efforts the "professionals" have put forth for the masses.
Have you ever heard that sometimes, you just need to cry? My mom tells me this all the time, and I in turn now tell my daughter this. I don't know if it's due to hormones since I had my kids or if it's because I wear my heart on my sleeve, but I cry at the drop of a hat. I mean really, give me a sappy commercial on tv or a song by John Denver, and I am a puddle of mush. And I love a book that can squeeze the tears out of me.
In the last two days, I have had the opportunity to watch both "Dear John" and "The Last Song", both based on books by none other than my personal therpaist, Nicholas Sparks. I haven't gotten the chance to read "Dear John" yet, though it will certainly be on my list to pick up at Half Price Books this weekend. And when I read "The Last Song", I can tell you that it wasn't a pretty sight. We are talking tears, mascara streaming down my face, runny nose and all. Not to mention the cries of anguish as I got near the end of the story. It was wonderful. I can say that I got close to the same results watching both of these movies.
I don't think that there has been a Nicholas Sparks book I haven't enjoyed, and certainly not one that I have managed to finish with dry eyes. The best part of it, I only have to pay him once, when I buy each of his books. I can have hours and hours of therapy virtually for nothing!
Thank you, oh thank you Nicholas Sparks. I may not always pay full price for your efforts, but I get full results each and every time I break the spine.. you have never failed me, and I will always be a loyal reader!
My personal preference is to read the book, then see the movie. I create a movie in my mind when I read the story, and then I compare what my mind created to what has been created on the screen. More often than not, however, I am dissapointed. Every once in a while, I'm surprisingly happy with the efforts the "professionals" have put forth for the masses.
Have you ever heard that sometimes, you just need to cry? My mom tells me this all the time, and I in turn now tell my daughter this. I don't know if it's due to hormones since I had my kids or if it's because I wear my heart on my sleeve, but I cry at the drop of a hat. I mean really, give me a sappy commercial on tv or a song by John Denver, and I am a puddle of mush. And I love a book that can squeeze the tears out of me.
In the last two days, I have had the opportunity to watch both "Dear John" and "The Last Song", both based on books by none other than my personal therpaist, Nicholas Sparks. I haven't gotten the chance to read "Dear John" yet, though it will certainly be on my list to pick up at Half Price Books this weekend. And when I read "The Last Song", I can tell you that it wasn't a pretty sight. We are talking tears, mascara streaming down my face, runny nose and all. Not to mention the cries of anguish as I got near the end of the story. It was wonderful. I can say that I got close to the same results watching both of these movies.
I don't think that there has been a Nicholas Sparks book I haven't enjoyed, and certainly not one that I have managed to finish with dry eyes. The best part of it, I only have to pay him once, when I buy each of his books. I can have hours and hours of therapy virtually for nothing!
Thank you, oh thank you Nicholas Sparks. I may not always pay full price for your efforts, but I get full results each and every time I break the spine.. you have never failed me, and I will always be a loyal reader!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Just checkin in on those resolutions!!
Well, how have you been doing? Are you like me, with lofty ambitions on January 1, but here on the 16th, they are all but forgotten? I tried a different route this year.
Since December 18, I have been on weight loss program Core 4. I have got to be honest, I was just about ready to give it up. Even though I have noticed a significant difference in my portion sizes and eating, I hadn't really noticed much of a difference. This is honestly very defeating when you have more than just 5 pounds to lose!! Well, I decided to re-measure myself last night, and I am down 13.75"!! That's almost 14 inches of gut and butt off of my body!! YEAH ME!!
Now as for not procrastinating... well, I'm still working on that!
How is everyone else doing? Tell me your ups and down, and ins and outs!!
Since December 18, I have been on weight loss program Core 4. I have got to be honest, I was just about ready to give it up. Even though I have noticed a significant difference in my portion sizes and eating, I hadn't really noticed much of a difference. This is honestly very defeating when you have more than just 5 pounds to lose!! Well, I decided to re-measure myself last night, and I am down 13.75"!! That's almost 14 inches of gut and butt off of my body!! YEAH ME!!
Now as for not procrastinating... well, I'm still working on that!
How is everyone else doing? Tell me your ups and down, and ins and outs!!
Friday, January 14, 2011
Why I do wha I do
I guess I cant say much more than that, can I? God has blessed me with these two precious angels, and they sometimes leave me speechless.
On Wednesday, our daughter came home from her church group, and asked if she could have an allowance. When we asked her what she wanted to buy with her allowance money, she looked at us like we had 3 heads. Nothing at all, she said. Her group is collecting change to help the needy in our community. Hence, she wants to do extra jobs around the house to earn an allowance... to give it to those in need. When things like this come out of her mouth, I know in my heart that we are raising her the right way.
On Wednesday, our daughter came home from her church group, and asked if she could have an allowance. When we asked her what she wanted to buy with her allowance money, she looked at us like we had 3 heads. Nothing at all, she said. Her group is collecting change to help the needy in our community. Hence, she wants to do extra jobs around the house to earn an allowance... to give it to those in need. When things like this come out of her mouth, I know in my heart that we are raising her the right way.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Hello and Goodbye
Well, it is a sad day in the Stanford household. Three weeks ago, we adopted a 2 year old dog and we named him Jake. We honestly have no idea what his name was, but we knew that he needed a name!
All was going along very well, until he'd had enough of the kids being gone on Friday nights (I think) and decided to not only do some of his business in my scrap room, but ALL of it, ALL OVER the place. Last night, his second night back in the house, he got through the gate and got back into my scrap room, and did it ALL OVER AGAIN!!
Now if he were a puppy, I could chalk it up to bad or inconsistent training on our part, but this boy is over 2 years old AND house trained... unfortunately, the berber carpeting and padding below is destroyed, and needs to come up. This is yet another cost we just can't afford, but really have no choice but to take care of. GRRRR. SIGH.
So tomorrow, we will be saying goodbye to Jake, and giving him to the SPCA. It's really sad, too, because he is a good dog, but I cannot have him using the house as his own personal toilet. I am confident that with his personality and temerament, he will find himself a new home very soon.
So now begins the hardest part of it all... going through and packing up the scrap room. Boy oh Boy do I have a lot of stuff. But I have to keep thinking positive! This gives me the PERFECT opportunity to do not only some spring cleaning, but also to start redoing the floors in the house. One room at a time. Also, it will give me the chance to get more organized, and cull through the unneccesary things I have been holding onto.
Everybody be prepared for the tag sale we will have in the spring!
Happy Monday everyone!
All was going along very well, until he'd had enough of the kids being gone on Friday nights (I think) and decided to not only do some of his business in my scrap room, but ALL of it, ALL OVER the place. Last night, his second night back in the house, he got through the gate and got back into my scrap room, and did it ALL OVER AGAIN!!
Now if he were a puppy, I could chalk it up to bad or inconsistent training on our part, but this boy is over 2 years old AND house trained... unfortunately, the berber carpeting and padding below is destroyed, and needs to come up. This is yet another cost we just can't afford, but really have no choice but to take care of. GRRRR. SIGH.
So tomorrow, we will be saying goodbye to Jake, and giving him to the SPCA. It's really sad, too, because he is a good dog, but I cannot have him using the house as his own personal toilet. I am confident that with his personality and temerament, he will find himself a new home very soon.
So now begins the hardest part of it all... going through and packing up the scrap room. Boy oh Boy do I have a lot of stuff. But I have to keep thinking positive! This gives me the PERFECT opportunity to do not only some spring cleaning, but also to start redoing the floors in the house. One room at a time. Also, it will give me the chance to get more organized, and cull through the unneccesary things I have been holding onto.
Everybody be prepared for the tag sale we will have in the spring!
Happy Monday everyone!
Friday, January 7, 2011
Fun Fantastical Friday!
Well everyone, here it is the end of another week. For some, the first full week after the holidays. Way to go!
Today's quote comes from Erin Rhindress who went to St. Thomas Jr. High School with me. She says: When you focus on problems, you will have more problems. When you focus on possibilities, you will have more opportunities.
Holding true to the idea of focussing on possibilities, I have enrolled myself in Gatlin Online University in the Pharmacy Technician course. I have been going like gang busters, and am now into the math portion of the program. I'll keep my grades posted.
Ok, now for the scrapping portion of the blog!! These 4 cards were made for my December monthly card class. I am pretty happy with how they turned out.
Have a safe and blessed weekend. I'll be back Monday, maybe even with some scrapbook pages to post!
Today's quote comes from Erin Rhindress who went to St. Thomas Jr. High School with me. She says: When you focus on problems, you will have more problems. When you focus on possibilities, you will have more opportunities.
Holding true to the idea of focussing on possibilities, I have enrolled myself in Gatlin Online University in the Pharmacy Technician course. I have been going like gang busters, and am now into the math portion of the program. I'll keep my grades posted.
Ok, now for the scrapping portion of the blog!! These 4 cards were made for my December monthly card class. I am pretty happy with how they turned out.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
New Year, New Blogs!
So I began this blog 2 years ago, and I was so gung ho!! Then, I posted a picture 2 different times, and I felt like an idiot, and then thought, ok everyone thinks I'm stupid now!! And I didn't get back on.
What was I thinking?? Well, I am back! And if I happen to post the same picture 2 or more times, then that must mean I really like it, right??
This new year of 2011, as does every new year, promises to be whatever I make of it. Am I going to win a million dollars? I sure hope so. Am I going to loose some serious weight? Well, I am already working on that one, but doing it realistically! But more than anything, I want to make 2011 the year that I am true to my authentic self. As my friend Erin told me, 'If it doesn't feel 100% right, I'm not going to do it'! Sound advise for all of us.
My 2011 resolutions:
1. To be a better friend to myself
2. To be a better person to those I encounter daily
3. To procrastinate less
4. To cook more, and eat out less
5. 2 double page scrapbook layouts weekly above and beyond my class layouts
Now I am really confident in all but #3... we will see how I do!! What are your resolutions? Please share!!
See you all soon!!
What was I thinking?? Well, I am back! And if I happen to post the same picture 2 or more times, then that must mean I really like it, right??
This new year of 2011, as does every new year, promises to be whatever I make of it. Am I going to win a million dollars? I sure hope so. Am I going to loose some serious weight? Well, I am already working on that one, but doing it realistically! But more than anything, I want to make 2011 the year that I am true to my authentic self. As my friend Erin told me, 'If it doesn't feel 100% right, I'm not going to do it'! Sound advise for all of us.
My 2011 resolutions:
1. To be a better friend to myself
2. To be a better person to those I encounter daily
3. To procrastinate less
4. To cook more, and eat out less
5. 2 double page scrapbook layouts weekly above and beyond my class layouts
Now I am really confident in all but #3... we will see how I do!! What are your resolutions? Please share!!
See you all soon!!
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