Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Raspberry Suite #17


Oh how I love this color challenge. Dawn has such a knack for picking colors. And I must say those papers in the picture were so yummy! I really want to make a Christmas card using these colors, but for now I decided on using my favorite K&Company papers...

I just paged through my stamps and when I saw the praying hands I knew it would be perfect for this card. One of my all time favorite CTMH sets!


Thanks for stopping by!


Details: All CTMH unless noted
Paper: desert sand cs, colonial white cs, patterns (K&Co)
Ink: desert sand
Stamps: Faith
Other: colonial white ribbon, coluzzle, edge distresser

Monday, September 28, 2009

Almost done with Christmas cards!

These two cards complete the number I need for the ones on my list. I always like to make a few extra for just in case though.

Please forgive the awful pictures. I was trying to hurry and also trying to get the light to show the sparkle. Not easy for me.



I really owe it to Sparkle for making a weekly challenge to make a Christmas card every week! It motivated me to get busy and get them done! Thanks Sparkle!! Looking forward to doing the same next year. {Heck I may even keep going this year to get a headstart for next year...}


Details: all CTMH unless noted
(Rockin')
Paper: white daisy cs, bubblegum cs, citrus leaf cs
Ink: citrus leaf
Stamps: Christmas Melodies
Other: prisma glitter, bonding memories glue pen, foam squares, dot ribbon (HL), coluzzle
(Deck the Halls)
Paper: card base, white daisy cs
Ink: versamark, new england ivy, cranberry
Stamps: Holiday Trinkets, Holiday Joy, Christmas Melodies
Other: silver ep (HL) silver pen (HL) red button from stash, glue dot, glue pen

Sunday, September 27, 2009

A scare

I wasn't going to write about this, but I need to document things for this pregnancy. I know most of you who read my blog came here from scrapbooking sources, but this blog really started out as a personal (for world wide web reading-of course) blog.

As I mentioned several times before, I had a miscarriage between my two daughters. It happened two months after my breast biopsy. I've always been a worrier, and after that, I was even more nervous during my pregnancy with Little m. The worst was when I told myself "if I make it past the day I started spotting last time, it will be okay." Don't you know when I was pregnant with her, I spotted on the exact same day (during the fifth week) as when I started spotting with the miscarriage. Fortunately, it happened just once and Little m was born healthy and perfect!

So here we are again. The endless worry. I made it past eight weeks. I heard the heartbeat on ultrasound. I was feeling quite confident things were going to go smoothly. Then I had a dream last week. A dream where I was having a miscarriage. (I also had a similar dream two days before my actual miscarriage a few years ago.) I tried to blow it off. "You've just been worrying too much." I told myself. "It doesn't mean anything."

Then Wednesday night, while D was bathing the girls, I started bleeding. Some of you can well imagine exactly how that feels. "I can't do this again....this just can't happen again...I can't lose another baby."

The bleeding stopped. It wasn't alot. But it was more than what I would call just spotting. Of course I called the doctor's office the next day. My doc was out as was his nurse, so another nurse called me back. 'Cramps?' no. 'Any more bleeding?' no. 'Okay then, this is quite common during the first and last trimester. Dr.S will look over this and call back this afternoon.'

So I told her I was concerned since I've had a miscarriage before. And she said...

"Oh so then you know what to do."

Yes lady. Curl up in the fetal position on my bed and pray to God this baby is one I get to hold in my arms. Yes, I know what to do.

So. No more bleeding. Lots of nausea and sore breasts. And exhaustion. And lots of praying.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Three more for Christmas!

ETA: Yeah...this first one is totally not a Christmas card...duh...

Well it seems when I sit down to make a card I like to get a few done at a time. Today I worked on the Our Creative Corner challenge of monochromatic cards. I did the first two for that.

All shades of red...(I love antique copper bitty brads!)




Shades of orange...




And this last one was going to be shades of green, but I really wanted a pop of red...so I decided to use this for Sparkle's weekly Christmas card challenge.



Thanks for stopping by!

Details: all CTMH unless noted
(Laughter)
Paper: colonial white cs, patterns from K and Co.
Ink: cranberry and desert sand
Stamps: Laughter
Other: sponge dauber, antique copper bitty brads

(Bethlehem)
Paper: creme brulee cs, aspen level II
Ink: gold rush, creme brulee
Stamps: Bethlehem, Gloria
Other: sponge dauber

(Holly Jolly)
Paper: pattern (daisyD) green cs from stash
Ink: versamark
Stamps: Christmas Melodies
Other: red velvet ribbon (HL), clear detail ep, cranberry brads, foam squares

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Cards!

Here's a little craftiness for a change.

I made this because I was inspired by the red with pink polka dot paper to do a Christmas card. Does it look too much like a Coke label?



I never make Halloween cards because it's my least favorite holiday. {Well right up there with Valentine's.} But I stretched out of the box for The Pink Elephant sketch this week.



This last card is Christmas again. I love the vintage K&Company paper!!



Details: all CTMH unless noted

(Merry Christmas)
Paper: white scrap and K&Co
Ink: cranberry, blush
Stamps: Holiday Trinkets
Other: white ribbon (HL) pink rhinestones (HL) foam squares

(Boo)
Paper: black, purple, and green pattern all from stash
Other: WeRMemoryKeepers sticker, orange brads (stash) ticket punch (SU!)

(Joy)
Paper: bamboo, colonial white, pattern (K&Co)
Ink: bamboo, cranberry
Stamps: Holiday Joy
Other: cream ribbon (HL) sponge dauber, foam squares

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Mojo Sketch 105 (and HOUSE NEWS!)

I know you won't believe this. In fact right now you are probably checking to see what blog you are actually on, but I did it. I made a card. The first one in weeks. I loved this week's Mojo sketch. (I also love the Unscripted Sketch and The Pink Elephant sketch, but I have to pace myself...)

And I am still needing to do lots of Christmas cards. I know the square brads are a little crooked but are you at least proud I made a card?



Oh and GUESS WHAT?!? We got the approval from the bank!! We are signing papers next Friday for our construction loan!! We're building the house people!!!! FINALLY! Merry Christmas to us!


Details: all CTMH unless noted
Paper: brown, red and white from stash
Ink: White Daisy
Stamps: Sweet Treats
Other: white ric rac, green ribbon (HL), red brads (stash) circle punch (Paper Studio)

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Bunch of random, or maybe just a little of random

Right at this second there is a black cat licking himself most disgustedly on our back patio. Ick. My mistake...herself. A) this pisses me off because I am allergic to cats and just generally don't like them and B) if this cat poops in our torn up deck area--ewww. Cats carry diseases preggos are not supposed to be around...yet another reason to not like them. Now the psycho cat is staring at me through the back window.

The other day Little d was sick and I was sitting in my bed with her watching tv. A commercial for NutraSystem came on. I wasn't really paying attention and she said, "Mom, we should totally order that for you." "Why?" "Well, you know, you aren't fitting in your clothes too good." Out of the mouths of babes...and five year olds.

The card tables and chairs from Little d's party last week? Still in my living room. Little d has leaned one card table against a kitchen chair and they both slide down it. Little m prefers headfirst. She also has somehow taught herself to do perfect little forward rolls.

I'm seriously considering getting the triple screen test for this pregnancy only so I can get another ultrasound and they might be able to see the gender.

Over and out ;)

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Ultrasound Nazi

as promised. Here's the post I warned you about. And while I'm warning you, if you don't want to hear you know "medical terms" like "vagina" just skip reading today.

I've been going to my OBGYN, Dr. S, for probably 10 years. He was my primary physician's gyno, so when I needed one, she referred me to him. He has the reputation of being the best woman's doctor in town. Several people I know went to him after years of trying to get pregnant, and he had them preggo in months. Okay that's sounds weird, but you know what I mean. I even recently heard that a Houston fertility doctor said he's the best in town. So, you know, I'm happy with my doc.

He works in the Woman's Clinic. (okay that's not the official name, but you get the idea.) This clinic is divided into two locations with I have no idea how many docs. He is at the location nearest us, and also adjacent to the hospital I like to birth at. hehehe. That sounds all hippy. Anyway, each location has an ultrasound tech. Our location has a lady I like to refer to as the Ultrasound Nazi. I think, and I'm just guessing here, that not only has she never had a tranvaginal ultrasound, but she's also never had sex.

The U.N. as we'll call her, has been the only person I've had give me an ultrasound--except when I was at the hospital for my miscarriage. She is so unfriendly for starters. I mean most of the time she is dealing with ridiculously happy couples getting ridiculously happy news. You would think she would crack a smile. But no.

So my first dealings with her were in my first pregnancy. My periods were all wonky. Like 40-50 day cycles. So I knew when they would ask "when was the date of your last mentrual period?" that the answer meant absolutely nothing as far the pregnancy dates were concerned. My doc attempted to hear the baby's heartbeat at what they thought was almost 11 weeks (with the doppler). Of course he couldn't hear it yet because I wasn't that far along. So he sent me for an ultrasound. With the U.N.

I walk in to a dimly lit room decorated like a sitting room. I had to undress. I thought maybe I would get dinner and a movie first, but no, she was all business. Did you know they use condoms on the wands? ANYway. That's about all for the romance. Holy cow! Not only was she not gentle, but then when she had to check my ovaries, she practically shoved my feet out of the stirrups. 'Hey woman, take it easy, I'm pretty sure their still between my hips somewhere!'

So I've had several of these ultrasounds since. One when I had the miscarrage. Two or three with Little m. And each time, same scenario. But this time...

I sit in the waiting room with D waiting to be called back. What's this? A new woman calls us back. Hmmm. She's smiling. She's talkative and pleasant. I go change in the bathroom and hear her making small talk with D. 'Unbelievable, she's actually human,' I think.

I am prepared for the worst. But guess what? It doesn't hurt. At all. And then she says the words I dread...'I'm just going to check your ovaries.' I clinch my jaw. But nothing. No pain. No shoving my legs. Huh? Sooo this whole procedure doesn't have to hurt?

Well when we're getting ready to leave I ask the receptionist (in what I hope is a casual tone) "Is that a new girl doing ultrasounds?" "Oh she's just over from {the other location}." Crap, that means she won't be here all the time.

So then last time I went in I thought okay Mere, suck it up. You only have to do this one more time. Then you'll be out of the woods and the next ultrasound will be a normal one. Still I was dreading the visit. I mean, looking forward to hearing a heartbeat, but dreading the pain. Especially now that I knew it was unnecessary. I even said a prayer to God on the way to the office pleading with him to please make it not hurt.

And guess what? Another new girl. And she was even friendlier than the last. And super gentle. Didn't hurt a bit. I thanked her for being so gentle and she said "hey, I've been where you are." That speaks volumes doesn't it?

Now, I don't know what they've done with the Ultrasound Nazi. Her name plate is still on the door. But as far as I'm concerned, I am perfectly happy with the substitutes!

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Still kicking...

but just.


Tomorrow will be 8 weeks. I can only hope that after the first trimester things get better. My husband and mother have been amazing!!


I have hardly been on the internet at all. I check my email and sometimes facebook {ooh guess what? My MIL is on there now. But she hasn't ask to be my friend yet.}


Today I cut all the paper and got things together for this week's workshop. It was the first time I really felt human all week. And it was the first time I've even looked at my scrap table in twice as long! I'm hoping tomorrow to make a card or something creative!


Okay I know you all are bored to tears with my whining. But I have a little funny about morning sickness to share. I used to watch Mad About You every day when it was on Lifetime. I loved that show--I thought it was so funny. Anyway when Jamie was preggo she had morning sickness really bad and Paul decided they needed a getaway or something and they went on this trip. While they were driving she was feeling bad and she made the comment that she was nauseous. And she made the comment she was hungry.

He said "You're nauseous and hungry?" Then they had to stop and pull over so she could throw up. When she got back in the car she said "okay, now I'm just hungry." I thought that was so funny. Except of course now that I spend most of my time nauseous and hungry! Thank goodness I don't have the throwing up part. Yuck!

Okay enough of that.

D has an appointment with the loan officer on Monday so we can see if there is the possibility of building the house this year. You know we thought...have a baby...build a house...sure why not? We are thinking if we do the framing ourselves it may be feasible. I know, I know, your shaking your heads in disbelief. But I really want Little d to start school next year in that district. So we'll see what Monday brings.

Now to be totally off subject...do any of you subscribe to PaperCrafts? I love that magazine, but it never arrives on time. I can usually get it at the store before it gets to my mail box. I think the Sept/Oct issue was at Walmart since mid-August. I still don't have my copy! That's crazy.

Okay off to relax.

PS don't ya just love Bravo reality TV? Top Chef, Real Housewives, and Rachel Zoe. Oh and don't forget Flippin' Out. I wish Project Runway was still on there. Now I have to juggle Lifetime and Bravo!

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Little d's Fifth Birthday Party

The party turned out pretty good. Little d had a blast! She loved all of her presents and oohed and aahed over them. Which is a relief to me because I (as a people pleaser type) want everyone to see that Little d really loved their gifts. I'm a little queasy (what else is new?) so I'm going to let the pictures do the talking...okay I just realized that I shouldn't show other people kiddos on my blog, so here's a few of the pictures.


Tell me this cake looks like cheetah print and not raisins with legs...no really, just tell me a lie.



Little m at the table with all the big girls munching cake...



Little d opening gifts with two undisclosed party guests...




Sisters-in-crime...


Night peeps!

Friday, September 11, 2009

Bizarr-oh dreams!

Last night was a doozy. I think my dream lasted for seven hours. Ugh! It started with me in the military with a bunch of people from high school. And then all the sudden (while we were on a trip to an amusement park) I remembered that I would have to serve on a ship in a few months...since I had signed up for the Navy, you know?


I panicked and was asking my friend how I could get out of it. She said 'I don't think you can.' And then while I was panicking over that, I realized that I was living the wrong life because I had signed up for the military. I remembered my real life as it was supposed to be where I was married to D and had kids. And then all of the sudden in the crowds I saw D and I was heartbroken because I knew he wouldn't know me. Then another friend came up and held my hand. I asked him why he was holding my hand and he said 'God told me that you needed me to.'


And then I saw D with two little girls, who were obviously his, laughing and playing and with him. And I was more sad when I realized they were his kids with someone else. Then of course the dream morphed into something else where I was doing a zipline in the snowy mountains to a garage sale. Shhesh. I woke up exhausted and feeling down in the dumps and then I realized 'duh mere it's just a stupid dream.'


I guess the deal with pregnancy dreams isn't so much the plot, but it's how vivid and detailed they are and how well I remember them. Looking over it this one would make a kinda interesting book...I call dibs!


When I was little I used to have this reoccurring nightmare that I had rocks embedded in my skin and if I tried to pick them out they left these craters. Not a gory dream, just weird. And every single time I see a piece of jewelry that has stones embedded I always point it out to Mom and say...'you know what this reminds me of?' And she always says, 'rocks in the skin.'


Yeah we are weird, but I'm okay with that.


Okay so now you want to hear what you really came here for right? The ultrasound went very well today! I am 7 weeks 1 day! Yea! I got to hear the heartbeat...brings a tear every time. I go back in 6 weeks.

I need to post about how fun a transvaginal ultrasound is with the Ultrasound Nazi, but I'll save that for another day...

Thursday, September 10, 2009

No cards?

Thanks to all of you for supporting me with the whole morning (all day) sickness thing! I think I know the cause...old age! You know when I had Little d I was only 29--a young whipper snapper! And that time around I only felt a little yucky for two weeks. With Little m I felt full-on yucky for the better part of 5 months. Let's hope this time doesn't try to outdo that!

Today was better than yesterday though and for that I am grateful. Tomorrow I go in for another ultrasound and hopefully this time we will see more. I am excited about it. I should be close to seven weeks...last time I was only about five and a half...not much to see then but the gestational sac.

I haven't been doing anything crafty because Saturday is Little d's birthday party and any and all energy is going into cleaning house and prepping for that. I usually make the cake and this year she wants a Cheetah Girl party. Well actually she likes cheetah print so I am going mostly around that theme. And the cake...ugh...I bought a purse shaped pan and am going to attempt to make it look like a cheetah print purse. Wish me luck with that! Although the inside will be yellow cake with mini chocolate chips and we did a trial run for that and it does look a little like cheetah print on the inside.

Okay off to see if I can coax my husband into scrubbing a toilet for me...

"Please sweetie, it makes me want to puke..." (let's be honest...that's not just during pregnancy)

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Is this odd?

I called the pediatrician's office to see if they had their flu shots yet.

"Hi this is Little d and Little 's mom. I was just calling to check and see if you had the flu shot yet?"

"For what insurance?"

"Aetna."

"Yes ma'am, we do."

For what insurance? Why does that matter? I didn't even ask her, but it does seem odd, doesn't it? I mean do some insurances not allow flu shots yet? Or what if I just wanted to pay for it myself?

I just found that question odd and thought I'd share it with you.

Morning Sickness...

sssuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucksssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.................

I know it means things are going well, and believe me I appreciate a healthy pregnancy more than you can imagine, but of all the pregnancy symptoms it's the one I understand the least.

Okay God? I get it with the backaches and the heartburn and the peeing every five seconds and the varicose veins and the dizzy spells and the mood swings. But I don't get morning sickness. Why? What's the point? I read somewhere that it's our inner nature from a million years ago protecting the baby from us eating harmful stuff. But here's the deal: I promise not to eat raw milk, soft cheese, uncooked lunchment, unwashed fruit, dirt, bugs, or anything not prescribed by my doctor...okay? So can we ease up of the all day yuckiness?

Seriously, I have two other monkeys to care for. I need my strength. And at some point I'm going to have to shave my legs.

Thanks God ;)

Sincerely,
Mere

Oh and PS thanks a million for not letting me actually throw up. Because that, would be un. for. give. a. ble.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

The Island (part two)

I'm sure my account of this travesty doesn't cover all the details, here's a site that gives plenty of facts. This post an overview from my memory. I haven't let my dad read this yet to fact check it for me, but if there are any corrections I'll update.

My great great grandfather settled on Matagorda Island over 150 years ago. He raised sheep and cattle. During WWII the government condemned the land from my great grandfather by walking up to him on his property and stating he had (something like) a week to remove all of his livestock and whatever was left would be shot.


Wealthy and (perhaps) politically influential landowners did not suffer this fate. Their land was leased not condemned. An Air Force training base was built to train pilots during the war. During a hearing, the families whose land was taken were told the land would be returned to them after the war, when the land was not needed anymore. Keep in mind that ranching was these families only livelihood. Incidentally, the wealthy land owner ran his cattle on the entire island while the Air Force was there...including the area that was taken from my family.


After the war (surprise!) the land was not returned. Thus begin a long and exhausting battle to regain the property. For a time the land was leased back to the ranching families. At some point (I'm not sure the date, it may have been in the 70's or 80's) the land was turned over to the Interior Department of the state. I have no idea what this department does, but I'm sure it knows how to spend taxpayer money. Apparently there is some rule or law that when a condemned land has served it's purpose, before it can be given back or auctioned, it has to be offered to any other government entity that may want it. Cozy little idea, huh? I guess like...recycling.


Matagorda Island became a haven for environmentalists. (And thus began my long standing affection for environmentalists.) Suddenly the government found "scientists" who said that cattle were not compatible with the wildlife on the island's delicate ecosystem. I guess 150 plus years of ranching and thriving wildlife isn't a long enough case study? One "study" of these "scientists" said that the cattle were compacting the soil. And?


But every time something new would come out, more and more restrictions would be placed on the families. They were not even living over there. They only went on the island to manage cattle and to do roundups. My own family was only allowed to go visit the island once a year at most. And usually my dad would do repair work on the house when he was there, like one trip where he replaced all the windows.


Eventually the battle was lost. The government and the environmentalists won. The remaining cattle were moved to a leased property on the mainland, where sadly, most died from disease. I guess they were used to a more fragile ecosystem.


Thank goodness they got rid of those pesky cows. Because it made room for the Texas Parks and Wildlife. They gave (and by gave I mean charged a fee for) guided tours of the island. I hope the people and vehicles traveling over there didn't compact the soil any further! But if you did find yourself on a tour over there, you should have taken what you heard with a grain of salt. When they pointed out the bricked Civil War trench saying those bricks were laid during the Civil War, know that it's not really Civil War bricks.


My dad helped his dad lay those bricks himself in the 1960s when they were filling the trench to move a house across it to be put on a barge to the mainland. The house was the old lighthouse keeper's house that my grandfather bought for two hundred dollars. All he had to do was move it to the mainland. It was after the monstrous Hurricane Carla that destroyed POC. Those are the real facts.


Another interesting thing. The 'business' of guided tours was so lucrative that the employees of the Parks Department would pull names out of the phonebook to fill in the guest roster to make it look like they needed to keep the ferry and tours in operation. (Yes I know this is fact, but I won't disclose my source.) Taxpayer money at work people!


I am so sad that I can't take my kids over there to soak up the history. It is awe-inspiring to come from such a rich tradition; to see ancestors graves near the lighthouse. Even if I could get over there or had the stomach to pay for a tour, I wouldn't get to show them the ranch house. Shortly after the cattle were removed, the government saw fit to bulldoze the house and the fences and pens. Can't have any sad stories lingering around, can we? Might give the wrong impression. A wrong impression like the "biologist" who after his part in the environmental "studies" was able to live on the island.


One of my cousins did an in depth documentary titled "Gone But Not Forgotten". It was well done and contained interviews with several members of my family who are now deceased. I treasure my copy.


So you can see how government intrusion into private citizens lives really torches me. I see the massive growth of the federal government and the large cry by the citizenry for the government to take care of us!...provide for us! and I just want to scream "get out of our way and let us take care of ourselves!" Our behavior and finances and possessions are so regulated it makes my head swim. Want to go to the store? Buckle up! Want to add on a back porch? Get a permit! Want to take a shower? Pay taxes on that soap!


Of course the government should regulate. It keeps people safe. It keeps things running smoothly--for the most part. But it is going so overboard it's crazy. Many people now really think the government owes them a good life. A house? A car? Health insurance? What of these are rights? If you are able bodied, you should be able to provide for yourself. No you may not be able to provide a new car and a flat screen tv, but you should be able to put a roof of some sort over your head and food in your belly.


My grandparents provided for 14 children on a shrimper's salary. Children who became productive, kind-hearted people supporting families of their own. My grandparents did not rely on the government to rebuild their lives after Hurricane Carla destroyed most of what they owned. Hard work and perseverance were values--not looking for handouts.


Okay now I'm all worked up again, so I'm giving a rest for today. But I'm feeling a post on the health care dabate coming soon...be forwarned. ;)


I will say one last thing. This was government corruption at it's best. And on a small scale--I mean you've never heard this story before have you? Think of how many other cases of corruption we never hear of... Do I think the government should be in charge of my health care? No, not even close.

Monday, September 7, 2009

The Island {part one}

I mentioned a while back that sometime I would tell the story of Matagorda Island and how it likely shaped my view on politics from a very young age. I grew up in a small coastal fishing village. My dad worked as a groundskeeper/do-it-all-guy for a wealthy oil man from Houston. In his time off from that job, he supplemented his income as a shrimper. (Not to leave my mom out of this post, she stayed at home with us until we were in school and then she worked part time at the post office.)

Some of my fondest memories as a child are traveling early in the morning on my dad's shrimp boat to Matagorda Island. On a shrimp boat it would take a looong time. My brother and I usually fell asleep in our blankets on the cabin floor to the hum of the engine. It was so very exciting. I still remember the routine. Once we were on the dock, mom would hand me Baby Beans, my precious cargo. Then they would unload the boat: bags of clothes, food, fishing gear, the kitchen sink. Dad would get the jeep, we would travel across the abandoned Air Force landing strips to the gravel road that led to the ranch house.

The pink asbestos-shingled ranch house. It was not large. Just one main room with a corner made into a kitchen. Rows and rows of bunks. An old butane refrigerator. The floor was rough concrete. It tickled your feet. When they poured it they used a rough broom to spread the concrete and that accounted for the texture. There was a little back room for a couple more bunks--really no bigger than a hall way that led out the back door. Which led to the outhouse. Yes you read that correctly. An actual outhouse. {A real (yet detached) bathroom was not added until later.} Didn't bother me as a child. I mean pee or poop in a hole, who cares? We were on the island!

On the front porch, there was an old bench car seat to serve as seating, and a working water pump. The kind you pump the handle to get water from the well. We used to play with that constantly!

I just remember that I have some old photos up here. I'm going to see if I can scan them so you can get a better visual. I feel like my words don't do it justice... {yeah! it worked}

Here is my brother and I playing. I think I am using crowbar as a microphone. You might just be able to see the rough floors.





Here's that pump. My legs and feet remind me so much of Little m in this pic. Did you notice I used to have white blonde hair?


This is the front porch. Complete with car seat bench. Do you see my trusty Baby Beans companion on the seat beside me?


And here's one because I love you, my readers. And I really will do any humiliating thing to make you laugh! My Memaw helping me 'go potty'. Although looking at it now...she could have held me a little farther out of the potty! (this is not the outhouse, this is a little 'nighttime' potty that was in that back hall I spoke of.)


Me performing, I'm sure, on one of the bunks. You can see the butane fridge in the back.



The outhouse. And yes I am bathing in a bucket.




The ranch house was fun-as you can tell from the pictures, but we also spent a good deal of time at the beach. Mom tells me I used to hate to feel the sand moving under my feet in the surf so she let me wear tennis shoes to play in. I remember finding all sorts of goodies from Aunt Jemima bottles to shells that had washed up on the Gulf beach.
This ranch was in my family for 150 years. In the next post I will tell you how the federal government took this property from my family.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

A five year old!

Today Little d turns the big FIVE!!!

I have been worrying about her starting school for two years...now that's in hyperdrive!

She is so absolutely beautiful. She's kind hearted with a fiery temper. She is very protective of her sister and very loving to us all. She loves reading, fashion, makeup, dancing, playing outside and music. Her favorite food is either pancakes or pizza. She loves ice cream and chocolate.

She's creative and imaginative. She makes up stories and does art all the live long day.

I remember the day she was born like it was yesterday...

I slept for thirty minutes the night before I was induced. I woke to shower and go to the hospital at 2am on Labor Day. They started the induction at 4am. Within a couple of hours I was cramping in my back. Dr. S broke my water around noon and I was immediately given an epidural because of the pain. My BP got very low. Then her heart rate got a little high and they put me on oxygen. I started pushing a little after 7pm. They made me stop pushing so the doctor could get there in time and she was born at 7:46 on Labor Day. I was so surprised she was a girl. Everyone seemed to think I was having a boy.

And in that instant I realized what true unconditional love was.

Thank you Little d for making me a mom.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Pearly Whites


Do you recognize this card? Look closely...very closely...it's actually different than yesterdays. After I posted that card I realized I needed a card for my sis-in-law's parents who are moving into their new house soon! I thought a chandelier would be cool for that. And then I saw that Penny's challenge was to use pearls. Well, that means yesterday's card was almost perfect for both...minus the Happy Birthday!

And boy, do those stamps not like CTMH ink. I ended up sanding the stamp to get it to take ink...YIKES! Thanks for the tip, Penny! Oh and here's my tip to add to that: TAKE IT OFF THE BLOCK BEFORE YOU SAND IT! I caught myself before I caused too much damage.

And since you are getting a somewhat recycled card image today, here's a fresh story for you...

Little m and D have this thing where when he tries to change her diaper he tells her he has to change it before it 'goes boom!' That way she thinks it's a game and cooperates better. Last night Little m was in our bed by 4am. And she was tossing and turning and playing and not going back to sleep so by 5:30 I woke up D and asked him to please try to get her back to sleep. He got up and and started talking to her and and before taking her to her room to try to get her to sleep he says "do you want Dada to change that pee pee diaper?" And I hear her say in a soft sleepy voice... "boom" Ha-it was so cute I had to laugh.

Details: identical to yesterday--HA HA I cheated!

Friday, September 4, 2009

More goody goody gumdrops!!

First, if your stopping by from this week's Raspberry Suite Color Challenge #16, here's the warm as pumpkin pie colors...


And here's my card. I know I know...you were thinking it was going to be yet another Christmas card and I did think about it. But I wanted to play with my brand new stamps more!



Speaking of brand new stamps. Here's what I ordered. This is my first Inkadinkadoo purchase. I had to have those chandeliers. And while I was at it I needed the others too...



Okay the truth is my local Hobby Lobby doesn't stock Cuttlebug folders very well. They've had the same 8 since last year --HA! Anyway I really wanted that diamond plate one so I could make a really cool masculine card..uh I digress. I searched online for it and this site happened to have the three plates I wanted and the chandelier stamp. Kismet, right? It arrived today!



And I've been feeling a little crappy (queasy-which is good it means things are going well) in the afternoons and sleeping instead of scrapping, but today I am doing good so I broke out the mojo and made a card! Thanks for stopping by y'all!


Oh and a note about the stamps: I could not get them to take ink, it kept beading up. I finally remembered some hint about rubbing a pencil eraser on them and they finally worked!


Oh and also a sweet Little d story: She asked me today if that baby was already growing in my belly and I said yes. She said "awww, that's so sweet. I love that little baby."


Details: all CTMH unless noted
Paper: Aspen Level II, Creme Brulee cs, Desert Sand cs
Ink: Creme Brulee, Chocolate
Stamps: lantern (Inkadinkadoo), Happy Birthday
Other: sanding block, adhesive pearls

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Noel Card

This week the challenge at The Pink Elephant was to use 1 ribbon, 2 squares and something sparkley! How fun! And actually, how challenging! Here's what I finally ended up with...

Thanks for stopping by!

Details: all ctmh unless noted

Paper: Aspen Level II, outdoor denim cs

Ink: Outdoor Denim

Stamps: Friendship alpha

Other: rhinestone circle, white ribbon (HL), edge distresser, notebook punch (SU!)

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Number Three

Once upon a time this woman and this man sat around late at night discussing politics, religion and babies. The woman sat cross-legged on the foot of the bed. The man leaned on one hand. It was two in the morning. Their favorite time for big discussions.

"How many kids do you want?" She asked. This was important stuff to figure out in a relationship as serious as theirs.

"Four." He replied with a twinkle in his eye.

"Four!?! No, two!" She held up two fingers for emphasis.

"And here's the deal," she continued, "I'll have one and if the pregnancy is horrible and I'm puking everyday, or the labor is horrific and the epidural doesn't work...one. That's it. One. Got it?" She leaned in close. He smiled again.

"Okay."

A few years later, with a marriage, a mortgage and an SUV under their belt, they watched the birth of their first born...a girl! Surprise!

"She's so pretty!!" Were the first words the woman said.

"I could do this a couple more times." She said meeting his eyes. Their newborn daughter wasn't even bathed yet.

A few years later, with two daughters, a miscarriage, and mother-in-law drama under their belt, they held hands in the waiting room at the obstetrician's office.

"Do you think everything is okay?" She whispered.

"Yes." He said.

And for now, with two blood draws and one ultrasound under their belt, it is.