Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Back at it....PHEW!!!
Monday, July 21, 2008
Reconnected...
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Mission (Im)Possible
I have FINALLY done it!!!
I found EXACTLY 12.2 minutes to figure out, in Photoshop, how do to this effect! :-) This, by gawd, is THE most exciting thing that's happened in the last, oh, two days....only to be topped by the fascinating way my twins can fandangle their little chicken butts up onto my dining room TABLE....but that's another story....
Anyhooooooo....I've seen it, I've been sent instructions to do it, I've even attempted the impossible and tried to do it myself (apparently I missed the "impossible" part...I never "got it")...but today my friend told me about the instructional area on the Scrapbooks Etc. site...under the "Digital Scrapbooking" area :-) Seriously, it is SO user-friendly.
I've done a couple more that I'm hoping to scrap this weekend (in the alter-reality of my mind I have a TON of free time)...fingers crossed!!! I picked up some of the Black Magic and Vintage ColorCore Cardstock I'm also hoping to play with!!
Loooooooooong week!!!
I'm STILL trying to figure out what kind of a scanner to buy :-( bloody hell...I hate taking pics of all the stuff!! You never get the "true" colours and texture of anything!!! ARGH!! So if you have one you love, lemme know!!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
A Mother's Touch...
I'm behind in the scrappin' factor...and for good reason, believe me!!! Hannah had her surgery to have her adenoids and tonsils removed for "obstructive sleep apnea" on Friday. Not only was it the longest day of my life, it was the hardest...and with that evening still to come (we'd had to stay overnight at CHEO).
Nothing in the world makes me feel as powerless as I did when I saw my daughter in the recovery room. I like to think I am a woman of eloquence...but words fail me to describe the sight I beheld my little girl going through. Even as I held her crying in my arms, not knowing her surroundings, with her pain, her disorientation...I couldn't even muster up a small prayer for anything...anything at all. I was at a total loss. The only thing I could think to do was sing...so I did. And she settled. I sang....and it was the worst singing I've ever done as I tried to choke back my own tears. But still, she settled. I cupped her head in my hands and wished with all my might that I could somehow transfer her pain to me...
So I sat up all night watching her. I was on the clock before the nurses asking for her pain meds. But truth be known, she is a little fighter and I wish I had half the pain tolerance she must have!!! Little bugger fought off not only the morphine, but the codeine as well!!! She didn't fall asleep until HOURS after her surgery!! Meanwhile, I'm looking like a woodpecker knocking on trees, my head was so heavy from fatigue!! Good God, did they slip me some as well??? Hook me the hell up!!! ;-)
Anyways, she's doing just fine. I, however, am still traumatized. Although I know this will all be, at best, a figment of her imagination, I toil in the realization that even though I may feel like I can't do anything for my child in times of need, I am, indeed, the most powerful person in the world.
I am their mother.
"Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children." William Makepeace Thackeray