for my resume. Here's the header. Check out the rest and let me know what you think. I've packed in a bunch of info --- even a column of layout thumbnails. Do you think it's too much? Or am I an organizational genius . . .
This is the 6th year in a row that the boys have marched in the Memorial Day parade. The first 2 , it was with the Parents and Preschoolers' group (which I loved seeing had a sizable contingent this year--and there was Bev, carrying the banner), but since then, they boys have been marching with Neil with the town council. Love this parade.
Photography-wise - - - not good. I used my zoom lens --- which worked great at the baseball game a few weeks ago, but, today. . .. I need to study up. 1) I wiggled too much and 2) I don't understand what I should be doing differently.
Big news here is . . . . Neil just fixed the mower!!!!!! He's been working on it for several days--even sprayed some carburetor cleaner in his face yesterday. :0 I can hear him down there working on perfecting the idle! When he yelled, "Hey! Debbie! I thought maybe there was a burning bush in our yard, he sounded so excited. Big day for him: MC'd the parade the morning and fixed a mower this afternoon.
O.K. Got to go set up the slip-n-slide for Isaac and see about braving the yardwork (pollen knocked me out yesterday). On Saturday morning, Neil and I went and retrieved the paddle boat from downstream and worked on hauling our decking out. It ended up a good distance away on the other side of a swampy area along wth a lot of other debris. Should have taken my camera. We both ended up wet and muddy and exhausted. And, while I kept thinking about Joshua and the "L" word, I didn't get any leeches. We got it out of the water--and are hoping it dries up enough to be carried home. Otherwise, we'll have to get it into the river and float it home.
I went to the CK convention in Manchester last Saturday, did some shopping and had dinner with several Peas! Rita made this way-cool badge for me, and several people approached me at the show to say, "Cool Badge," and then, "I lurk."
While shopping, I saw a woman I thought was Rachael Giallongo through the glass wall of the vendor fair, and so I rushed out and called to her and IT WAS Rachael--she said she'd been taking classes but had just given away tickets for the next one. . . She's so darn young and so cute. And she's done and does SOOOOO VERY much. Must be the youth! After I said goodbye, I walked around a corner and and a woman offered me a class ticket. I said I didn't have any tools. She said, I could use hers. I said, OK, and she said, "OK, you'll be Rachael...." So, I took Rachael's place in the Scrapworks class with a fun woman named Annie! Also got to meet Peg Manrique, Scrapworks DT-er at the class. She was at dinner, too, and I got to tell her that I loved her PowerTeam work and that she'd introduced me to one of my favorite fonts, thiamine.
It was a fun Pea dinner, (see pictures at Katrina and Peg's blogs) and I got to meet Paula, who has taken the helm of the weekly ad challenge (and she and I are both going to have work in the Nov/Dec issue of Scrapbooks Etc), and Rita (whose work I've admired at 2peas and Scrapologie), and Katrina (KatyAt3, who asked the waitress for a few coasters and . . . well, you can read about it at her blog) and a several other interesting Scrappin' Women. Writing "Scrappin' Women" reminds me of that Sobbin' Women song in 7 Brides for 7 Brothers and that reminds me that it's Friday night and I should go torture my sons with some musical they maintain they WILL not watch. Love seeing them slowly move out of the den and closer and closer to the living room and then . . . maybe doing a little dancing to "Trouble in River City."
I spent today . . . all day . . . cleaning house and listening to the DaVinci Code (which at this point has gone on a bit long) and this is the first time . . . . since Marcy used to clean our house, that the whole darned thing is clean without us having entertaining plans. The reason. Well, I've just finished a big old project and I'm getting ready to do two more this coming week, and I thought maybe my work would be guilt-free if the house were totally clean! Really! My happy work news of the week is that I'm going to write something for Scrapbook Answers that will have NO SCRAPBOOK ART. A nice milestone. And, I talked to Veronica Hugger about doing some work with NSA at CHA and maybe some writing for the site on a weekly basis!
Speaking of NSA, got the notice today about a DT contest for one of my DREAM MANUFACTURERS: My Mind's Eye. Do I have it in me? . . . . that will remain to be seen. Love their products.
The woodpecker had me up extra early again and I read some blogs and finally took the time to watch the Autism Everyday video Ali Edwards linked to (and that my morning man, Don Imus, showed recently). Tough to watch and really kicked me in the butt to appreciate this life of mine.
OK, I'm thinking . . . . The King and I . . . happy holiday weekend (you can look forward to parade pictures here after Monday!).
After and before photos. Used tutorials on Jessica Sprague's blog. I'm not especially in need of a dreamy photo, BUT I learned a lot about blending modes from this lesson. And the eye stuff . . . . whoa! Thank you SO MUCH, Jessica.
Before anything I did my "usual" brightening/popping procedure: 1) curves; 2) Unsharp mask at 85, radius 1, threshold 4, then FADE at 100%, blending mode Luminosity; 3) --sometimes this works sometimes not--copy the photo to a new layer, change the blending mode of the new layer to Overlay and set opacity somewhere between 10 and 22. Steps 2 and 3 are compliments of Michelle Delio in Scrapbook Answers April Pro Tips article.
I found my carkeys (missing 10 days).
Checked out the road early this morning . . . .and drove out of here today (stuck 4 days).
I got my mail (new books, new supplies, checks, and a cute, cute 2peas button for CK convention from Rita Weiss/ritascottage).
BHG and CK called for layouts in the last couple of days (Nov/Dec BHG and Oct CK).
Did a fun rush project for SBA last week on my birthday (2 altered photo tags).
Cantata asked me to do 6 more layouts for what I think is going to be a great book: Time Impaired (9 layouts total).
We can see the outline of our canoe under water (oh, yeah!).
My mom sent me flowers (delivered right to my dry door by Tina).
I had coffee with Jill and Anna (actually chamomile tea).
Boys are at school. Husband at work. And I'M HOME ALONE!!!!!!!
In anticipation of how we'll catch the bus tomorrow if the waters haven't gone down - - - and to see the world, we hiked out through the woods, over the train trestle, through the fields and more woods to . . . a road with cars. And to the falls. Neighbors, Chris and Hanna hiked out with us . . . they were on their way to the dr with expectation of strep throat diagnosis. And my boys were the ones whining! Oh, they are so my children.
The falls were absolutely awesome.
And we saw THIS. A neighbor going in by stepping from guardrail post to guardrail post. And, hey, the good news is you couldn't see those posts yesterday.
A shot of the spot where we swim at the falls: 2 summers ago and yesterday.
So, we're here. Kids home. Husband home. No way out of a 1-mile area unless we boat out or hike across the railroad tracks. The first photo is our backyard--the riverbank we usually hang out on. I actually took a dip in the river this morning. YIKES! Very cold. All I have to say about it is: 1) Don't say "it'll never happen" and 2)don't rely on tying stuff up. Last photo is of Neil and our neighbor Craig rescuing our paddleboat (refer to earlier statement not to rely on tying things up). It's really very beautiful and exciting and the kids and I are happy campers. Neil's working on several schemes to get out of here for a meeting tonight. Hope he makes it! I'll do him good. He's not the hermit type.
I never anticipate it, but always in spring, since Joshua was 4 years old, there is a day when he presents himself to me in a dandelion crown. Love this boy. Of course.
Tonight he was doing his homework while I was working on my spontaneous idea of cooking up tons of chicken (in the midst of an already messed up kitchen) in the hopes that not only would we have a good dinner tonight, but that I might be one of those moms/wives with "stuff" in the freezer just ready to go into yummy homecooked meals EVERY night - - and then both of us got onto a sidetrack of his homework and were hooking wires up to a Christmas tree bulb and tin foil and wire and battery, and then I realized it was late and I needed to make dinner and the place was a wreck, and I asked: "Do you ever wish you lived in a cleaner house?" And he said, with great sincerity. "No. Then you wouldn't be my mom." Seriously? Seriously. And I told him that his Dad would really love us both if he'd take the garbage up before Neil got back from his bike ride, and Joshua did it and brought me back a dandelion and some other spring flowers ---- roots and all, "so that it would last longer." And Neil was happy about the garbage. And Joshua loved the dinner. And Isaac even ate some. And that is a true story. The End.
Not only was it National Scrapbook day today . . . it was also opening day of baseball season in our little town. I never dreamed I'd be aware of any such happening. Though the first practice was last night . . . the team rocked (and IF we'd been keeping score, then . . . they won!). So much on-the-spot training going on today. Neil's a great coach and the dads out there gave this bunch of kids a great gift today, each of them manning different spots and sharing their wisdom about America's favorite pasttime. And Joshua's first hit was. . . a hard ol' line drive right into . . . Neil! So, today baseball, tomorrow maybe scrapping. Got a lot of new supplies calling my name.
That's right! The chickadee is NOT a bird of prey. The bird on the right is the red SHOULDERED hawk (not the red-tailed!!!!)--an important point of distinction to Joshua who is doing his special predator study on this bird. Spent yesterday in the rain with a bunch of wild and charming 4th graders at the Squam Lake Science Center. Learned about predators. Learned a bunch about 4th grade teachers and how calm and cool they are. These kids are so darned lucky.
A few mornings ago, I lay in bed hearing some noises that sounded like someone was downstairs. Hmmm. In the kitchen, maybe? Setting a mug down on the table. That kind of tap or clunk. I stood at the top of the stairs a while, knowing that, yes, those were not normal noises. A creature in the house? Those beavers? They'd be noisier and I knew I'd locked everything. And so I ventured down. Later I realized I preferred facing the intruder myself to waking my husband. ;-) (everyone's happier when our insomniac gets his sleep AND he doesn't like creatures in the house).
And here was this guy, sitting on the deck at the sliding door, going tap. . . . . Tap. . . . Tap.
So he's been coming here a few days now, spending more and more time exploring all parts of the south side of our house and so we're singing to him like we did to the beavers: You like to move it, move it. Move it, move it. MOVE IT!
And he doesn't move too far and we get to watch him on the trees. Much preferable.