Monday, June 30, 2008

A Week of Devastating Tribulations

I did manage to get the prompts up at Digital Scrapbook Place but haven't managed to do them myself.

It has been a week of devastating information; some of which ended up good; one which did not.

Several weeks ago, my doctor thought I had developed a rare form of skin cancer under my toenail. I had to have half the nail taken off and biopsied. I was not to concerned until the 10 days had passed and I called her assistant to verify that it wasn't. The lab had called the day before and said they needed to know where on my toe the sample came from. Come on people, either it is cancerous or it is not. So I had another day of waiting, this time in abject terror. But it came out well for me. It was a bruise.

Then last Wednesday, my daughter's best friend had to have surgery for a cancerous tumor on her thyroid. Their prognosis after the surgery.... They didn't think she would have to undergo radiation therapy. Jumping up and down for joy. Another good piece of news.

But that night or actually the next morning around 4/4:30ish, Pan received a call from his office. His boss had been in a fatal motorcycle accident and had died. We were all in shock. I guess we still are. He was a wonderful man who would scimp to save a penny; but with a heart as big as Texas when you needed anything, including money. His laugh was infectious and when he did laugh his face would turn a bright beet red. He is sorely missed by all who had the opportunity to know him.

He was on his way home from a late night at the office when as far as anyone can tell, a truck made a u-turn in front of him. He went sailing over the shield and hit the left rear panel of the truck. It is being investigated as a vehicular homicide although it is not clear yet if it was.

While I would be the first to advocate the wearing of helmets while riding a motorcycle, he would not. And to be honest, I really don't think in this occasion it would have been of any use. But please be safe, wear a helmet if you are going to be riding a motorcyle. Not everyone is as considerate of them as I always try to be.

And while we mourn his death, we also have to wonder what the future is going to bring for us and the other 200+ employees he has. It was his desire that the company continue and this past week his wife and employees have done all to make sure that it went on business as usual. His wife wants to honor his request and as long as others involved agree, 200+ people will continue to be employed.

But if I don't post much in the next week or so, we are going to be pretty busy around here.

Doodle-iscious ©A Work in Progress; Doodle on Background ©acm designs; sketch by Sara Noendeng; Fonts: Maria Lucia; Summertime

Sunday, June 29, 2008

A Wish and a Tribulation

When the card challenge this month was to make a summery card it seemed the best time to make one wishing my little Ballerina was here. So Sweetie, here's a card just for you. Love, Tink

Summer Fun Mega kit (c)Gotta Pixel Designers; Spool Doll (c)Stacy Carlson; Sketch by Becky Fleck; Font: Chaucer

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Waiting for My Tribulation

Actually it was "Waiting for My Prince" as part of the Kaleidoscope of Color ballet recital. My little Princess is not one of the little cuties but when the Gotta Pixel Challenge 'Gotta Be Quick' included this cute little kit by Sarah Meyer, it seemed perfect.

But as cute as the little girls were, it was delightful to see the young prince amongst the colorful flowers as they danced around him. He is a very talented dancer but sometimes from his deadpan expression you couldn't help but wondering if he was doing it because he wanted to or because he was told to. No matter which way it was I enjoyed watching him dance.

Gotta Be Quick kit (c)Sarah Meyer; Font: DSP Princess (c)Suzanne Walker

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

A Talentless Tribulation

Tue 6/24 Blog Prompt: So where did you get your talent?
If one is to say I have talent, then I must have gotten it from my parents. Dad could paint and draw. Mom could cook and sew. Now those are talents. I know my sisters inherited the talent gene but in my case it just slipped right on by and into the next generation. My kids got all the talent. Go figure.

As for me, I will admit I am crafty, scrapbooking, cross stitching (or just about any needlework). But those all use a pattern of sorts be it an actual pattern or a template (for which I am a notorious user). All of which I will make minor changes to suit what I am endeavoring to project. And photography, which I'm still a'learnin'.

Yep, talent is a whole different genre and breed. A breed of which I am not a part of. Does that make me feel left out? Sometimes, maybe. Most times, no. I plug along doing the best I can. Sometimes it will work, sometimes not.

Just call me Crafty.
Fancy Hearts Club ©Lliella Designs; Corroded Stamp Alpha ©Atomic Cupcake; template by britt-ish Designs; Font: Times New Roman

Monday, June 23, 2008

Crying Over My Tribulations

Mon 6/23 Blog Prompt: Let's start this week's diary entries with: What makes you cry.

As Glynis said: maybe it should have read what doesn't make you cry. :)

Afterthought: In reading Glynis' post while getting her url, it made me remember the firsts: the first day of school, the first sleep over, the first time going to camp. But mostly the first time I drove the boys to the bus for boot camp. I'm not a crier. Not publicly and the boys, of course, know this. I kept up the cheerful demeanor until they were safely on the bus and on their way. But on the way back home the tears fell. For letting them spread their wings, for wondering what life was going to bring (this was pre-9/11) and for wondering if they felt I didn't care because I didn't cry.

Now back to our regularly scheduled post:

For starters though, it is watching my children and grandchildren grow from year to year. First there are the tears of sadness for what is going to be left behind, then come the tears of joy for what is to follow.

I find tears of anger for cruelty to children; seeing parents struggle to make ends meet and failing; for the bigotry, prejudice and injustice that seems to be a part of the human race.

Tears for our military men and women who face adversity throughout their days. Poems and stories about their heroics will always bring a deluge of tears.

But then there are the tears of laughter, the belly-cramping, knee slapping laughter that seems to permeate throughout your body. Especially when it is at a young child who doesn't realize what they have said.

And then there is music. The kind that wrenches at your soul. That enters each and every pore of your body and lifts you to heights that you didn't think you could attain. Music like in the YouTube video below.

As I first saw this at the House of Zathras

Update: Tammy of Personalized Creations sent me a link to Neal Boyd's video. Another must hear.

Song For You ©Snap and Scrap design team; template by Cen's Stuff; Font: Times New Roman

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Reminiscing & Tribulations

This past month's 100% White Space Challenge at Gotta Pixel was to write about a memorable time. I chose, this time, to write about our wedding:

With so many days that are just as equally important in my mind, finding one that stands out above the rest is going to be difficult. But some are just a tad more memorable than the others due to unusual circumstances.

Therefore I will focus on my marriage to Pan. Background is important. I had purchased the Italian silk for my dress, ordered the cake, my headpiece and flower bouquet, purchased he flowers and patterns for the maid of honor’s and bridesmaid dresses, set up the time to have the wedding at sea, printed out the invitations and purchased the food for the reception.

Several weeks before the wedding, the matron of honor couldn’t find the pattern in her size so wore a tea dress instead in the colors of the maid of honor and bridesmaid dresses (one was pink; the other lavender). A week before the wedding, the ship was dry docked in Biloxi (several hundred miles from us) and the woman making my flower bouquet didn’t have it started. We had to find another place for the wedding. Luckily for us a friend of mine’s parents lived in a condo that had a ballroom we could use. I ended up buying silk flowers and a lace face and to make my own bouquet. Nothing more could go wrong, right? Well nothing major did.

Sunday morning came and we all drove up to the condo to start getting ready when we learned the guy that was going to film our marriage forgot the camera; same for the person photographing it. Thank goodness that most of the guests brought cameras or I wouldn’t have any pictures at all.

Finally the music, You’re My Inspiration by Chicago, begins to play, signaling that everything is in place and that I need to start my walk to podium. All of a sudden my garter falls to my ankle just as we step outside the door. Trying to be discreet, I gently kick my foot and it goes sailing off and lands in the lap of one of my parents’ neighbors. And this is just the beginning.

Standing before the notary (who was the same gentleman who got us the ballroom), Pan and I could not help but notice that he could not keep his eyes off my well-endowed bosom. I looked at Pan and as he looked at me I could see a mischievous twinkle in his eyes which sent me into peals of laughter. Fifteen minutes later we were finally husband and wife. And off to his parents’ home for the reception.

One would think that the reception would be a breeze after everything we had gone through already. And it was … and so much fun. Pan’s dad ordered to much champagne, I shot Pan’s boss in the head with a dart gun that was aimed at his sister and when we were on our way out and the birdseed started flying, Pan pulled a water gun uzi out of his jacket and started shooting the guests.

Yes, a very memorable event.
in bloom ©Ziggle Designs; sketch by Becky Fleck; Font: IrisUPC

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Children have the Nuttiest Tribulations

Photography Challenge: This month's challenge is to take a photo of a child doing something nutty. Do they have a funny face they love to make, stand on their heads, or have a out there hair due?
I think I caught it all on this one, except, of course the standing on the head. And now for the whole story. Indy was sitting on the Princess' lap, all excited about his birthday cake with Spiderman atop it. Waiting anxiously for mommy to light the candles, he couldn't take his eyes off it. Mommy comes up behind him and pushes his face into the cake. He wore that icing on his face and mouth for hours as a badge of honor.

Canon Rebel XTi; 1/40 sec exposure; ISO-1600; 42mm focal length

Friday, June 20, 2008

A Tribulation for Grandparents

Fri 6/20 Blog Prompt: We are now at the end of another week. Let's round it out by telling favorite memories of your grandparents.

Basic, Basic © Meryl Bartho; Font: Euphemia

Thursday, June 19, 2008

59 years of tribulations?

Thu 6/19 Blog Prompt: In this exercise write a letter to your spouse/significant other for your 59th anniversary. You can do this in the past, present or future tense.

No tribulations here. Okay maybe a few minor ones along the way, but here is what I would write to Pan 30+ years hence.
Dear Pan,

How many years have passed since we have said "I do?" 59 at last reckoning. It does not seem that long, but I can't recall any other life with as great a clarity.

It has been a life filled with wonder, joy and our own tribulations. But we got through them together, didn't we? And when we first married you promised a lifelong honeymoon, and dearest, you have not failed in providing me one.

It has been fun seeing the grey slowly appearing in your beard and hair, but before you go off on a rampage, it has only served to make you more distinguished.

I am one lucky woman to be able to wake up next to you each morning and lie down with you each night. You are my soul mate; my safety line in life's raging storm.

Thank you, darling, for all the years we had and all the years to follow.

All my love, Tink
Blueberry Grunge ©Jan Hosford; template by Galiscrap; font: DilleniaUPC

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Letters, Daughters & Tribulations

Wed 6/18 Blog Prompt: How about writing a letter to your daughter/son/sister/brother etc., on the birth of their first child.

Since my daughter had the first child in the family I made this one for her. I may go back and write a letter to Scamp on the birth of the Ballerina, too.
Has time every flown since the day I held you in my arms as you are holding your little one today. There are some differences as you are in a comfortable room with the television going while I was in a operating room so to speak.

I do wish I had the letter my mother wrote me upon your brother's birth so that I could pass along her wisdom to you as she passed it along to me. But the one thing I remember above all was her explaining that at some point I was really going to hate my child. Is that ever an eye opener. She went on to say, that the feeling itself is not wrong, but how we act upon it can be. When the emotion is upon us we need to step back and take stock of our options and our responsibilities. And to always remember that it was our choice to have children, not theirs.

You are about to embark on a great adventure and I wish you the best of everything.
Love, Mom
Pink Parfait ©Doro; Sketch by Fei-Fei's Stuff; Font: Worstveld Sling Extra

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

A Child, A Dream, A Tribulation

Tue 6/17 Blog Prompt: Write a dream page for a/your child(ren)
My dearest children and grandchildren, My only wishes and dreams for each of you is that you find peace within yourself; that your life work be something that inspires you; that you find your soul mate, if that is what you think your future will need. I hope that the values and virtues I have tried to instill will continue to nurture you and help you find your way. Although I do hope you have happiness, I do not include it in my dream for you, as strength & character are built from adversity & we all know adversity does not usually inspire happiness. Dream on my loved ones and reach for the stars.
Aidan Again (c)retrodiva {designs}™; template by Tabrizia; font: MamaeQueNosFaz

Monday, June 16, 2008

A Room by Room Tribulation

What it is suppose to say if there were no errors :)
So many years, so many houses. Where does one start or yet, should it be where does one end? The end is most familiar. It is where I spend my days now as I have for the past.. has it been nearly 20 years now? I guess it has.

But what of those other houses, those transient homes from which we flitted from year to year. Some I think I can recall clearly, others almost nothing at all.

My childish sketch of a long ago house is far from accurate, but I do think the placement of the rooms is. I can recall that my sister and I shared the bedroom next to the living room. And I remember the closet by the front door, especially since we were caught reading magazines we shouldn’t have been.

It seems the kitchen was sparse, but that could a result of my being small. The living/dining room(?) I remember as having a picture window. And I recall laying upon a giant stuffed bear watching Batman and the Flintstones or sitting at the table playing games with mom and dad. Usually mom.

This was the home of most of my childhood illnesses. Maybe that is why I like to think I got it mostly right.
Other memories of the house include what seems to be the biggest backyard ever. It was a duplex and had a carport. My baby sister’s room was the front bedroom with a bathroom. At least for a while. I don’t remember my parents’ room at all. I do remember almost setting a shirt on fire when I laid it over a lamp and then left the room forgetting all about it. I remember most clearly the trouble I was in after mom called the fire department.

Timeless (c)Cafe Digi; Fonts: AvantGarde Bk BT, Summertime

Sunday, June 15, 2008

A Desktop of Tribulations

I missed getting this challenge done before the first of the month so opted to leave the calendar off the desktop and with the calendar off, it will be more versatile. The real challenge in creating our desktops this month was to use an extraction. Lucky me! I had several photos of the Princess in various ballet poses which just seemed appropriate. I love how she looks like she is dancing across the ribbon. She loves it too, by the way.

April Mega Kit ©Gotta Pixel Designers

Saturday, June 14, 2008

A' Huntin' a Tribulation

This past month's camera hunt included such things as a gazebo, balloons, a barn, a circle, the color teal or blue, a garden, someone cleaning and the monthly picture of my house (which now has real grass, green at that, LOL). I was gone for the first two weeks of the hunt and was pleasantly surprised that I could find a great deal of the items from my pictures of Universal, the way home and of Indy's birthday when we returned.

May Mega Designer Kit ©Gotta Pixel Designers; template by Paula Yagisawa; Font: Script MT Bold

Friday, June 13, 2008

Handy Tribulations

Fri 6/13 Blog Prompt: Your mother’s hands

What strength lies in the hands of my mother. Having given birth to three daughters, holding each with the delicacy of a flower. Raising them to be responsible adults while never raising her hand in anger.

Over the years those hands have held me, nursed me back to health, pointed the way I should follow. They were held out to me as a safety line in which to return to the comfort of her arms.

Those hands may have aged and wrinkled, much the same way my own hands have done, but I will forever see the strength they hold.

I will Remember ©Cinzia Loosemore; sketch by Snap & Scrap; Font: P22 Corinthia

Thursday, June 12, 2008

An Announcement of Births or Tribulations

Thu 6/12 Blog Prompt: Did you have a birth announcement? What did it say, or if you didn't have one, what should it have said.

Guess I should have posed this question to my mother while asking for stories, but didn't think about it. I don't know when it became popular to send out notices of births. I haven't seen one for me, but that doesn't mean it didn't exist at one time. And even if I didn't, I made my own, LOL

Such a Girl ©Veronica Hurly Designs; template by Theresa Borntreger; Font: DSP Shelly E ©Suzanne Walker, AvantGarde Bk BT

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Stories of Your Tribulations

Wed 6/11 Blog Prompt: Let's hear those stories others have told you about yourself.

I emailed my mom on this one (just so I could say I really did hear it from someone else, LOL). The reply I got back was "How far back?" Boy did that make me feel old. Okay, I am old, but that is beside the point.

First she reminded me of my first grade experience with the "playground." I hated that playground. All dust and dirt. I would do anything to keep from going out. Which meant, I usually did not finish my classwork. Now my teacher liked me and knew I was smart enough to get it done, but apparently was reluctant to call my parents. Eventually she did, though and a solution was worked out (I probably got spanked, ). Thinking on it though, probably not. But I would like to know what the solution was.

Then she reminded me of the time that I leaned up against a hot motorcycle muffler and burnt the back of my leg. Knowing full well I shouldn't have been near it, I didn't want to tell her what I had done. That became a moot point after it got infected and I had to have it scraped clean with, I swear, steel wool. Ouch.....

Chillin ©Lisa Carter; Word Art ©Anna Aspnes; Font: DSP Byrd Scratches ©Suzanne Walker

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Vacations of a Child's Tribulations

Tue 6/9 Blog Prompt: Last week we focused on recent vacations. So this week take a walk down memory lane for a childhood vacation you hold dear.

As a military brat, I was afforded the opportunity to visit a lot of places most people never get to see. Plymouth, MA; the meteor crater; Grand Canyon; Petrified Forest; the Redwood Forest; San Fransisco; St. Louis; Disneyland and the list goes on. But I think the most memorable vacation was when we went to Hong Kong and Kowloon. The Tiger Balm Gardens, the restaurants, the junks, the Chinese Dinner Theatre, the streets the Walled City and the people... Well you get the picture.

I have been in large cities, but I don't think I have ever been in one that combines such old culture with new. It was interesting to walk down the streets and see all the street vendors that look as if they could have been transported from a 100 years or more ago while right above their heads neon signs were flashing amidst the clothes lines strung from one building the other across from it.

The gorgeous and colorful temples where the people still come to pray. The junks which dot the water around Hong Kong and Kowloon. Several had been made into restaurants with lobster traps hung from the side.

I wonder if it is still the same now that it is under Chinese rule. I would like to think so. It was a beautiful and exotic place.

Discover (c)Andrea Gold; alpha (c) Veronica Hurly Designs; sketch by Jana Eubank; font: Journal

Monday, June 09, 2008

The Office of Tribulations

Mon 6/8 Blog Prompt: Wow, it's Monday already, so what do you say that we journal about "the office." Be it away from home or at home (and for those of you who say I don't have an office, I'm a sahm, well, you surely do. Where do you sit to pay the bills, plan the schedules, make the calls?)

I wonder what you would call a stay at home grandmother, sahg just doesn't seem right. But that is basically what I am now. For most of the week. Two days I go into the "office" to do the accounting. It's for a small hometown newspaper, of which I use to be the office manager and graphic artist. It was enjoyable, but very stressful. Even more stressful than when I was a legal secretary/assistant. And even though I am not suppose to be the office manager any longer, I still am.

It was amusing when I came back (part-time) after nearly a year hiatus, all the equipment still had notes on them to check with me before changing parts, adding toner, ribbon, or calling for repairs. I was still getting mail that should have been divied up between the 4-6 people who took my place. Instead it was being saved in a box for me. (That should have told me something right there, LOL).

I really like working just two days. It breaks up the week from the kids and gives me just a little spending money. And in case you are wondering, that is NOT me in the picture below. And the plant on the right hand side is to hide me from people coming in. The plant has since been replaced with another computer, but I'm still out of the public eye.

Rustic Fields (c) Doreen Stolz; Sketch by Sarah van Wijck; Fonts: Brush Script MT; Arial Unicode MS

Sunday, June 08, 2008

Relaxing Tribulations of a Vacation

For all that is said and done it was always a thrill to see this sight of the hotel on my return from the parks each day. It was like being transported to a different time and place ... Hawaii circa 1930. At least that is is the illusion they created, very successfully. Eating dinner on the veranda of Jake's Bar and Grill, listening to the background music of generations past was relaxing and enjoyable.

I didn't always take the boat as there was a meandering path, about 1/2 mile in length passing local foliage and birds, that ended in City Walk and the two theme parks.

It was a nice stay and I look forward to another trip to Orlando again next year. In the meantime, I'll periodically post more pictures/layouts of our trip this year (and maybe trips of the past).

Scraplift of "She Was" by MmeFifi; Oriental Touch (c)Ina's ScrapArt; Journaling Mat (c)Connie Prince; Font: KissMeKissMeKissMe

Saturday, June 07, 2008

Kaleidoscopes and Tribulations

Last weekend was the Princess' Ballet recital "Kaleidoscope." There will be plenty of layouts in the forthcoming weeks/months (I took enough) but what really stood out, was just before the recital how she took time with her little brother, Indy, pointing out various things at the Arts Center.

The two of them may argue as siblings always do, but there is no doubt about the bond the two of them share.

Amaryllis (c)Kathryn Estry; Cardboard bits (c)Lynne Simmons; Sketch by Becky Fleck; Fonts: SF Orson Casual, the King & Queen font

Friday, June 06, 2008

A Long Time of Tribulations

Fri 6/6 Blog Prompt: Today we will work on - Til we meet again.

There are many ways to go on this path, but I think I will chose the path that leads me to Ballerina. In April, she and her mother went back to Japan so the Ballerina could attend kindergarten there.

I know it is always going to be a couple of years between visits, but somehow with her being in Japan it seems a lot longer. Perspective, I guess. Maybe next year when they get back to Hawaii we can all get together again.

Golden Moments (c)Ina's Scraps; Scraplift of 5241 by Kriztella; Fonts: 28, Times New Roman

Thursday, June 05, 2008

A Tag of Tribulations

I have been tagged ... Twice. Once by my lovely friend in Singapore, Simply Yin and also by the Southern Queen, ArtCTrish.

We'll start with ArtC because she tagged me first.

4 things I was doing 10 years ago: (1998)
1. Making a wedding dress
2. Worrying about my boys
3. Wondering what the future
was going to be like with
all the kids gone
4. Enjoying the boat

4 things I was doing 5 years ago: (2003)
1. Spending a lot of time at
the local Aquarium
2. Awaiting the arrival of
3. Worrying about the boys
4. Enjoying the boat

4 things I did yesterday:
1. Did payroll
2. Wrote checks
3. Talked to my daughter
4. Went to dinner with Pan

4 shows I love to watch:
1. Eureka
2. Smallville
3. Boston Legal

4 things I love to do:
1. Cross stitch
2. Read
3. Scrapbooking
4. Take pictures

Now take a minute. go by and see what the world of the ArtCTrish is like while working with children on school productions such as "Laura Ingalls Wilder".

And on to Yin

First here are the rules:
A. Link your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
B. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
C. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
D. Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

1. The bones in the tip of my left hand pinkie are crushed.
2. I let my mom highlight my hair once and I came out looking like a calico cat.
3. By the time I was 17 I had lived in 7 states and on Guam.
4. While I started life with blonde hair, it is now nearly black
5. My hair and nails grow much faster than a normal person's.
6. When I dove off the high-dive once, I lost my bathing suit top.
7. I didn't learn to drive until I was a senior in high school.

Well now, seems I am the last person in blogdom to get these meme's as everyone I checked out has done them recently. If you haven't now is your chance. :)

Also take a moment to visit with Yin, look at her pages from her family's visit to the U.S. and read the remarkable posts. Also check out her new scrapbook store.

Template by Paula Yagisawa & Lorraine W.; May Mega Designer kit (c)Gotta Pixel Designers; Font: Script MT Bold

An Experienced Tribulation

Thu 6/5 Blog Prompt: Today let's focus on an experience. Good, bad, indifferent. From the present or from the past.

This can encompass a million things can't it? But there are quite a few experiences that stand out. Really stand out. Some of which I'm just not going to share here; some of which are really embarrassing; and some of which could have ended in disaster had I taken a different course of action.

But one from my teen years that memory recalls is the night the television caught on fire. I had not been feeling well and was dozing on the couch when I should have been keeping a better eye on my two sisters. Suddenly one of them shakes me and tells me the television is on fire. Considering my age and inexperience at such things, I handled it okay, I think. I sent my sisters over to a neighbors to get the tv out (that was a good thing); but I stayed to keep watch (that was a stupid thing). Withing a short period of time, the neighbor showed up and took control to my relief.

Much like poor Indy discovered when crawling out of the pool from the side instead of using the steps. Scratched side and underarm pretty good. But he was back in the water in no time at all.

Kaleidoscope (c)Kathryn Estry; Template by Trish H. Designs; Quote, Unknown; Fonts: Enchanted Prairie Dog, Selfish, Times New Roman

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Relaxation or Tribulations

Wed 6/4 Blog Prompt: Let's go current on this one, preferrably in the last 2 years. Your most memorable vacation or relaxation spots.

I really didn't think of this one just because I came back from vacation. It really did just fall here in the list I have. But can't ask for any better time though. We just got back from Universal Studios in Orlando and it was enjoyable. I took loads of pictures. Rode just about everyone of their rides and just spend days lounging around. I actually prefer DisneyWorld as there is more to do, should I want to indulge in doing anything, but Universal holds a nice 2nd spot.

My African Dream (c)Snap and Scrap designers; Cluster frames (c)Lindsay Jane Designs; Font: Journal

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

A Hit of Movie Tribulations

Tue 6/3 Blog Prompt: Hit movies of yesterday or today.

This is kind of a tricky prompt if you ask me. What I may constitute a "hit" movie may not be what the "critics" consider a hit movie. But I think all can agree that the "Harry Potter" movies have been more than a minor success. I guess when I watch movies I want to be entertained. I don't want to be preached to or have someone else's opinions shoved down my throat. That is why I really like the "Harry Potter" movies. I can just sit back and enjoy them.

When doing the scrap page for this journey, the Princess and I had a grand time watching the movies and snapping pictures as we did so. It was a great together moment. :)

Papers (c)Corina Nielsen Designs; Template by Theresa Borntreger; Font: His Name is Honey, Harry P

Monday, June 02, 2008

The Sweet Smell of Tribulations

Mon 6/2 Blog Prompt: Well it's my turn again and boy have I have been lax this last month,what with 2 weeks away and trying to get caught up at work.... I'll try to do better about my own blog this month, promise.

I would still like to continue on our journey of self journaling and to start that off, this month how about Sights and/or Smells. Maybe something from the past or something from the present or maybe even something from the present that sparks a memory of something in the past....

Oh the smell of honeysuckle will take me back to my childhood and memories of it growing along fences. Did you ever suck on the stamins after pulling them out of the flowers? The sweet drop of nectar would tease you to get more. I guess it would hard to do that today, what with all the chemicals they use to control weeds and insects. Still there is nothing like the smell of honeysuckle on a crisp morning.

Easy Breezy (c)DigiDiva; template by Monica McGill; Font: Times New Roman