I cogitate???

Just thought I’d share one of the fabulous comments that I discovered had been left for me recently.  This is from We Buy Any Car.

“I cogitate this is a factual extraordinary article place.Thanks Again. Real Major.”

I feel honoured and wish I could adequately express my true emotions with some appropriate language…but alas, I’ve spent all day at home with three sick kids and my brain has rotted and seeped out of my ears.

I cogitate

I cogitate


“My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.”
The Bard Himself


That’s so random!

Okay, I’m still prescheduling my blogs so who knows what I’m working on right now!  I thought I just post some random photos I’ve taken lately.  Remember when I said I’d tidied up the hallway with a shoe rack?  Well, this is what it looks like now, controlled chaos!

The grade one classes go to Chinatown every year to the Sun Yat Sen Gardens and I joined them.  H was so upset that she didn’t see the turtle for the longest time but when she did, she was the happiest creature about.  She wouldn’t let me take her picture until she was happy again.

Hmm, what else do I have to share?

My girls are crazy for picnic of any variety.  This was a cloudy day, we could hear thunder in the distance but that didn’t deter them.  The umbrellas were to shield them from the wind and they figured they could easily shelter from the rain if the storm came our way.  Fortunately it didn’t.

Here they are making a giant mess of the kitchen floor.  It’s the only room where they are allowed to get into the Play Doh as they spread it everywhere.  A change of clothes is always required after the Play Doh gets put away as their knees and sleeves get covered in it.  They are amazing – 24 colours became one after a single use.

If you can give your son or daughter only one gift, let it be enthusiasm.

Bruce Barton

It’s mine, all mine – except when it’s not!

Yes, I’ve mentioned previously that Pete has created a crafting area for me – and, it’s mine, all mine!  Mostly…

As the mother of three young, impressionable girls, I strongly support their creativeness and have given them much encouragement, especially when they show an interest in stamping and paper crafts.  So, in my new area, there is a little table with three little chairs for their little bums.  In my extreme generosity, I have allowed them to use an entire cupboard for their crafting supplies.  They have stamps, inks, rollers, papers, stickers and gel pens are their disposal – otherwise, I’d never get their mucky mitts off of MY stuff!

So, you ask, what does this glorious space look like??  Well, let me add a disclaimer – this is not the original area that my craft space was supposed to be in.  We have had a slight change in our redesign plans for the next couple of years as we are hoping our household grows by three members next fall.  No, not like that!  No more pitter patter of tiny feet for us.  Just wait and see.

My new area is in the basement where there was a cupboard and counter top already.  We haven’t repainted it and have no plans to do so. Be prepared, it is very dark green!   Anywho, want to see what it looks like?

First here is a shot of where it was supposed to be.

Now here’s a look at where all my stuff has been piled for ages and ages.

A look at the work in progress.

And, finally, the finished space.  Already the counters are covered in glitters and scrap bits as these pix are a couple of weeks old already.  Once Pete got down to it, he was done in one day.  I, however, took several evenings to get my stuff sorted and, gulp, purged.

I also have a closet that I can use to store my old catalogues (anyone want one?), retired papers, contraband from the LSS, and alterables.

Soon to come are photos of the retired stamp sets that I know I will no longer use.  As hard as it is, I will part with them in order to get some cash to BUY MORE.  If you look closely enough at the photos, you can see a few empty spots that need to be filled with more stamps, papers and embellishments!


One of the advantages of being disorganized is the joy of discovery.

A.A. Milne

No two alike

That wet, white stuff started falling from the sky today – ick!  If it would only stay on the trees and grass but not the roads and sidewalks, I’d love it like I did as a kid.  At least today, it was slushing out rather than snowing.

Once I had lunch, I headed to the basement to my new craft area to get my butt in gear.  I had an order for a few cards that I hadn’t managed to get made yet.  So, with the snowflakes falling outside, I started stamping them inside.  Add some glue and glitter and you have a batch of similar yet uniquely individual cards – just like those snowflakes!

For some reason, my second photo looks slightly pinkish!  Regardless, I think they look lovely – better than the weather.  So I stamped a smaller snowflake on the envelope flap and will send them off to my customer tomorrow.

Like what you see?  Let me know!

“Oh the weather outside is frightful”

Sammy Cahn

Hallowe’en Treats

I love, love, love Hallowe’en.  The kids look so darned cute in their costumes and get so excited about begging door-to-door!    Ever since S started preschool, I’ve been trying different ways to package treats for classmates.  Now that all three girls will be sharing, I set up my trusty assembly line in the basement and mass-produced over 90 little bags.  Yeah, I know that was overkill but I’m always paranoid that I won’t send enough.  Last year, H didn’t get one and was in tears that she had to give all of them away!

So, I pulled out my Big Shot, loaded up the Top Note die with a bunch of retired cardstock and got to work.  Then I pulled out an embossing folder and back into the Big Shot the Top Notes went.  Once I scored them and folded them over, I stamped the girls’ names on most of them and attached a cute little stamped pumpkin (from a retired set).  I put two pieces of candy in the Summer Reading Club medal bags that I’ve been collecting and stapled the decorated Top Note to the bag.

So what am I going to do with the other dozen that aren’t heading to a classroom?  Well, for you VPLers, I’m pulling an Eric Smith!  If you’ve read to the end of the post and come down to see my display table during lunch at the Staff Conference, let me know and I’ll give you a little treat!

Like what you see?  Let me know!


I’ll bet living in a nudist colony takes all the fun out of Halloween. 

Author Unknown


Here a chick, there a chick

So what did you do for the last long weekend of the summer?  We went away in our RV.  The site was gorgeous – well treed, overlooking a pond, electric hook up and water when needed – all for the low, low price of NOTHING!

One of  my many sisters recently moved to the other side of the world, also known as Ryder Lake, just outside of Chilliwack.  As we hadn’t seen her place and felt it was too long a drive  just to drop in, we planned a trip.

Little did we know that the neighbours are just a few metres away and that they have livestock.  Two cows simply called Meat (they are not long for this world), 34 laying chickens and several dozen chicks.  The fluffy little ones arrived not long before we did.  The future is not bright for these chicks but such is the world and the food chain.  The girls were okay with the truth as we are not vegetarians and they have understood for a long time that they’ve been eating animals.  Regardless of your opinions on our food choices, you still might enjoy the digital scrapping I did of our weekend.

When we arrived home, K informed me that our house was boring!  Too bad we only have a dog, a cat and a fish tank to entertain them.  BTW, anyone have any eggs recipes?  We arrived home with 30 fresh eggs straight from the chickens’ butts.

Q. Why Did The Chicken Cross The Playground?
A. To Get To The Other Slide.

Row, row, row your boat

My husband is such a typical male.  He dreams of one day owning a boat – you know the kind – big, with a powerful motor.  So his mom and dad bought one for him last summer.  Not the one of his dreams as they are normal middle class people, not millionaires.  It fits in a box and lives and under the bench seat in our trailer.  There is a handy manual pump to blow it up and the plastic oars came complete with oar locks.  You can see a shot of it in my earlier post  Taking a break!.

Pete spent a lot of his summers as a kid on the water whether at his parents’ cabin or at summer camp.  He lifeguarded for a time in his teens and taught swimming so he still loves to get out on the water or get wet.  Two families with us brought a kayak each and Pete took the opportunity to take the girls out for a little ride.  H oddly enough melted down, even though she’s been kayaking before, and wouldn’t get in.  The other two loved it.

The highlight of all our beach trips were the salamanders.  Cleawox Lake was teeming with them.

Being near the sand dunes presented us with a great chance to try something new to us.  I bought each of the girls a sand disk and they tried riding them into the water.  S had a few good runs up on the higher dunes at the beach.  Our last day at Honeyman, we went back to Woahink Lake but to a different beach area and the girls played in the sand without a care as to how cold it was with the wind blowing off the lake.  And they finished off the visit to the lake by sitting on their sand disks and eating Cheesies – what a mess!

A perpetual holiday is a good working definition of hell.

George Bernard Shaw