So I Was Just Thinking

...What does a mosaic of pictures say? My friends and I continue to reflect on our words, and we have decided to submit mosaics for our joint post. I love seeing how my friends think so this should be fun. Octamom has just returned from a VERY long road trip. (You gotta love her fortitude and perseverance.) Excellence... Completed Road Trips Blue Skies Ballet Extended Family Coming Home Nothing makes a teacher happier than summer vacation (okay and seeing our children succeed is up at the top, too.) Roban seems to have had a very nice summer break as seen below. What brings me JOY? my daughter Hannah, good movies, great books, knowing that Craig is a caring father, Scout, twinkling Christmas lights, summer days before it gets too hot, blogging, taking pictures of Hannah, Akiane’s amazing art, Maggie, when a student ‘gets it’ and becomes a writer, morning light as it dances through the door, the smell of Biolage shampoo, doing things with Hannah, finding a hand-crafted necklace that ...

Today while I was on Facebook , I saw some of my friends playing with a website called Yearbook Yourself . I decided to go over to the website and have a little fun. The hardest part was finding a photo where I didn't have my hair in front of my forehead so it would fit in the website's different hairstyles. I think the only two styles that might have really been me are 1996 and 2000. Of course I wasn't alive in 1952 or 1966, but it still was fun to try those out too. It's funny how styles change over time. Sometimes certain styles come back with a twist, but there are a couple of them that I would rather not see again. Go over there, have a little fun. I think they had music playing from each era, too, but I usually have my speakers off, so I couldn't tell.

Today, I was driving my son around town, and he asked if he could go see my mother. I told him that Gramma was at a doctor's appointment. He then replied, "Because she is having a baby." After I finished restraining my laughter, I told him that his gramma was not having a baby. He continued to insist that she was since Gramma was a girl, and she was at the doctor. He said, "Girls have babies because..." I didn't want to hear how he was going to finish that sentence, but was relieved when he did. "....because they are good." Well, that is good enough for me right now. I shall share this with his daddy when he gets home. I am sure he will get a kick out of it.

Look what I found today on the internet. It would have been the perfect stamp for my Time After Time cards . I wasn't even looking and BAM there it was ! Stamp by Lynne Perrella Isn't this usually the case?

To you this may look like just a messy little scrap area. To me it says much more. Let's take a look and see what we see. I have purposely not cropped this out, so you could see what I should be doing instead of blogging or scrapping. These are my clean clothes that need to be folded and put away. My beloved first piece of Tupperware ever that I didn't inherit from Renee or my mother. It holds some sequins that my daughter likes to dig through for school projects. I don't use them anymore, thus the dust on the lid that wouldn't be noticeable if a certain 4 year old boy didn't feel the need to touch EVERYTHING. The infamous glitter spray paint. Notice there are two. Both have paint, but neither worked after the first time I used them. I have decided I am not going to buy anymore even though I love the way it looks on my projects. The clock stamp that I searched for to the ends of the Earth. I think I will find a safe just for that stamp, so I never have to make the q...

One of my fondest memories of growing up a Baptist kid is of going to summer camp at the lake. We would learn new things, make new friends and have new experiences. There were always missionaries there from other countries who came to show us what they had been doing. The one problem about camp was I can't remember anything specific. I wasn't much of a diary/journal keeper. I was an awful writer for sure. I did like taking pictures, but I don't think I ever took a camera to camp. So all of my camp experiences are faint memories that float through my brain like dust in a sunbeam. I can see them, but can never capture them. For this reason, I have created a memory book for Caitlin to take to her first year of church camp. I don't want her to walk away from her time at camp and say, "Yeah, it was fun." Only to have me ask, "So what did you do? What did you learn?" and receive the response..."I don't remember." Below I have documented the p...

I love when I hear that in the morning. I never know what I am going to see. Today was no different. First thing James did was come out in one of his favorite t-shirts, but this time it was inside out. I promptly helped him realize the error of his ways. The next time I saw my darling son, this is what he looked like. Please note the lovely tube socks...where did those come from? He was also sporting his father's footwear. I guess you could say he has some pretty big shoes to fill.