Just a quick note to let people know that I am open for custom scrapbook orders at this time. I haven’t taken any new orders for the past three months- but I’m caught up, and ready for action! I do 12x12, 8.5x11, and mini albums and tag books, and anything else you can dream up! Also, I’ll give a 10% discount to anyone who wants a “Down on the Farm” themed project, because I’m in the mood for that.
And if you are in the mood for some scrapping yourself, I have a bunch of scrapbook supplies up on ebay this week, so check them out!
And, to prove that I am in indeed scrapping again. . .
You’re looking at Bazzill cardstock, Basic Grey paper, ribbons from who knows where, charms from Gymboree, and iron on’s from SEI. Iron ons are rather new to the scrapbooking world, but they are very easy to use and fun! These are velvet iron ons so they feel very soft and add an interesting texture. You can iron over your photos to adhere them; I used a medium heat setting with no photo damage.
Posted by Lou on May 25, 2006 @ 5:50 pm | 12 Comments
I figure, when life hands you a moment in which you can choose to laugh or cry- you may as well just laugh.
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Posted by Lou on May 22, 2006 @ 5:52 pm | 35 Comments
I keep trying to update because I have things to say, but all I really have are short little bursts of information that you may or may not find amusing or interesting, so after three days of starting posts and deleting them, well, you’re just going to have to put up with this massive run-on sentence and whatever comes next.
I am dizzy. I have no idea why. I’m going along all fine and then- WHAM- sit down or fall over. I just started taking Claritan for these amazing allergies I’ve developed recently, so I am wondering if I should blame that or if it’s just one of those special Lou things that just happens. At any rate, I’m sitting a lot.
Jonas informed me the other day that we needed another baby. His reasoning? “Ours is broken!” And he’s right. Ours broke and turned into a toddler, who is very fun, but definitely not a baby, which she proved the other day by climbing onto the table and falling off. She scraped her nose doing it, and me, being the stupid mom that I am, tried to wipe the “dirt” off her nose about five times before realizing that I was looking at rug burn. On her nose. Ow.
Jonas isn’t the only one who is getting a little baby hungry around here. It’s been hitting me rather hard the past few weeks (Yes! Put Lou on anti-depressants and suddenly she thinks she can leap tall buildings in a single bound and manage three children. These are antidepressants, not narcotics, right?) When I was expecting Maggie, I swore to myself that next time I got baby hungry, I would get a dog. I spent two hours online last night looking at dogs and you know what? I don’t want a dog.
You know how I said I was singing again? I had no idea how much I sing until I stopped for awhile. I now find myself driving along making up Fleetwood Mac/ Joan Baez/ Tom Petty/ Fiddler on the Roof medleys. Seriously, I flow from one tune into the next, no rhyme or reason. It’s incredibly annoying.
I am doing a major de-cluttering around the house and now have a huge stack of stuff to sell. Among these things are several scrapbooking items, including three Quickutz fonts. If anyone wants them for cheap, just drop me a line. I also have bucketloads of stamps, papers, cardstock, embellishments, and a Canon Rebel that need new homes. I am astounded at the sheer amount of stuff we have. I clean stuff out at least once a year and at every move- and every year there’s more. It’s insane.
Oh! The cloth diapering! I must update! It is still going well, but I have decided that I really don’t like the Bumkins covers or All In Ones. They spring more leaks than all my other diapers combined. I’m going to buy more from Tallulah Baby and phase those out.
Chris’ office just called. He might be leaving for Hawaii tonight. Hopefully he gets home soon so I can tell him. I’d better see if I can track him down.
Posted by Lou on May 18, 2006 @ 9:34 pm | 12 Comments
I cut my hair! I took about three inches off a few weeks ago and decided to go in and lose another eight today. I feel so. . .light!
Posted by Lou on May 16, 2006 @ 3:51 am | 22 Comments
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You know when you see other families and individuals and it seems like they’ve got it all figured out? And you just know they are better mothers than you are, and always look as fantastic as you see them looking, and you are sure their finances are in perfect order and they are so in control of themselves that they never yell or cry or have really cruddy days where they feel a generalized loathing of the population as a whole? Then you wonder why you don’t have it all together just like these other perfect people, and feel like a loser?
A few weeks ago a friend of mine told me I was a Stepford Wife. Apparently she is living with the delusion that I am much more together, happy and perfect than I actually am. This got me thinking. I sure hope no one out there looks at me and feels bad about themselves. I’m sure you all know the wonderful feeling of relief experienced when you drop by a friends house unexpected and discover that they have Cheerios ground into the carpet and a pile of two day old dishes stacked by the sink. Of course, they are always embarrassed because you witnessed a day where things are just a bit out of control. To these friends, I always say thank you. Thank you for letting me see this, because it reassures me that I am ok, and that, in fact, this is normal.
So, today, I’ve decided to be open about some things I haven’t been sharing lately. Not only am I suffering from the usual malady of a massive mess of laundry and graham crackers sprinkled artfully around my living room, but I’m also dealing with a pretty severe bout of depression and anxiety. I’ve been a little off ever since I had my daughter, but in the past few months I’ve gone from “a tad irritable” to “run for your life!” Not being the kind of person who wants to admit something is wrong, I plodded along until I finally reached the point where I was simply unable to function. My anxiety was so high I had days where I couldn’t go out in public for fear of the noise and the crowds. I had weeks where I sat on the couch for most of the day, absolutely unable to even fathom motivating myself into productivity. Every little problem seemed overwhelmingly huge and tiny irritants made me freak out. I wanted nothing to do with the outside world. I stopped answering the phone. I quit doing anything that would bring me into contact with anyone I knew, and on the days when it was unavoidable, I spent hours panicking about it, and tried to get it over with as quickly as possible. The only thing I did do well was eat everything in sight. I stopped singing, hardly took any pictures, and had no desire to write anything. In short, I was not a happy person, and I was not me. I had the occasional good day, but in reality, most of them were crap.
So why haven’t I mentioned all this? Because, as stupid as it is, I want to appear happy and competent. I’m embarrassed by my body’s failure to deal with the onslaught of hormones brought on by being pregnant or nursing for almost five years straight while dealing with the stress of being a military spouse and the mother of two little kids. The plain truth is that almost anyone in my shoes would have some sort of negative physical response when trying to handle everything I’ve had on my plate. In fact, once I finally admitted that something needed to be done to change this, I discovered that several of the people who I thought were so “together” were, in actuality, having the same struggles. I really have no reason to be embarrassed, I just needed to fix the problem.
Now, after choosing to do something about this, I am telling you all this with the help of some high grade pharmaceuticals, which seem to be beginning to make a difference. I’ve managed to clean the house a few times. I’m reacting to life in a fairly normal manner. I had PMS without turning into a hysterical She-Hulk. I find myself enjoying the things I used to enjoy, and I’m starting to be able to not worry about getting through the day, it’s just happening. I’m even belting out show tunes while I tend my garden, much to my neighbor’s chagrin, I assume. I’m not perfect, by any means. I still have bad days, and my anxiety is still present, but everything is improving, and right now, that’s enough.
Posted by Lou on May 12, 2006 @ 9:58 pm | 19 Comments
I was walking to my car when two women handed me a book and told me to read it with my Bible. I thanked them, and then asked which church they were from (seems like a reasonable question right?) Well, it turned out they were from a church that tends to be very hateful of my religion. They, of course asked what religion I was, and so I told them very friendly, and they very loudly and rather rudely said, “You make SURE you read that!” and then walked off, muttering about how if I was of that faith I was a lost cause and maybe I’d see the light if I read that book.
I was standing by my car thinking, dude, I can still HEAR you!
I really don’t understand how someone can call themselves a Christian and treat someone else with such arrogant, prideful disdain. My understanding of being Christian is that you treat everyone in a Christlike manner, you lead through love, and you see value in everyone, no matter who they are or where they are in life because your Savior saw that in you, and died for your sins.
I cannot accept any religion who’s members thrive on trashing other religions. When I go to a religious function and instead of telling me how good they are, they tell me how bad I am, or someone else’s religion is, it makes me think they have an agenda, and the first goal in that agenda isn’t related to spiritual enlightenment.
Posted by Lou on May 7, 2006 @ 5:20 pm | 11 Comments
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