I have a fabulous husband. I've known that for a long time, though.
Last weekend at the scrapping retreat, one of the Canadian girls had brought her wishblade. This is a machine that looks similar to a printer and hooks up to a computer. It has a blade system that cuts what you create on the computer screen. For scrappers, it is a dream. Find a font, type a title, and click "cut"!
DH stopped in to visit and I showed him the wishblade. He told me to get all the information and order it if I wanted it. I was very hesitant - cost, all the sizzix dies I've accumulated... I think those at the retreat thought I'd lost it! They couldn't believe I wasn't jumping for joy that he gave the go-ahead and I wasn't ecstatic.
I really am a frugal person, I guess, and had to convince myself this would be a purchase I could justify. On Thursday, I called Weezie in Canada with at least a thousand questions. She is such a wonderful person - patient, kind, persuasive!! She convinced me I could work the machine and to buy it. I also had a lot of pushing from my friend Sharon who lives in NJ. She was buying one and thought I needed one, too.
Friday night, I did it! I ordered my wishblade. I am calm and fine with this. I am not sure I will be the same when it arrives. I know I will be excited, but will also be a nervous wreck wondering if I will be able to figure out how to use it. I've joined a yahoo group, so maybe they can help. Poor Weezie will dread answering her phone!!
Now I have to make the effort to try to sell the sizzix dies I have. That would make me feel a lot better, I'm sure.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
RETREAT
1. The act or process of withdrawing, especially from something hazardous, formidable, or unpleasant.
2. The process of going backward or receding from a position or condition gained.
3. A place affording peace, quiet, privacy, or security.
4. A period of seclusion, retirement, or solitude.
5. A place of sharing your love of scrapbooking and your friendship where you feel free to laugh, cry, dance, sing, eat whatever you want, wear whatever you want, forget the world and have a good time.
Before August 2004, my first thought when I heard this word would have been #1-2. I guess that would be from history classes.
Now that I'm a scrapper and have found the world of "retreats", my thoughts tend to go with #3-4 when I hear this word.
Actually, I think there needs to be a new definition! Although our scrapping retreats favor #3-4, I think we need to add #5!
This past weekend was spent with a fantastic group of scrapping ladies. The adventure started Thursday night at my house. I live in the town where the CNY Retreat is held. Three ladies from New Jersey and five Canadians arrived on Thursday so they wouldn't miss any of the retreat on Friday. Since they were in town, I thought I'd invite them to get together at my house. I already knew six of them from previous retreats, so knew it would be a good time. My husband was wonderful to help me clean and get ready. There was great anticipation waiting for them to arrive.
What an interesting evening! We started right in yakking away and laughing a lot. It got quite wild when one of the Canadians nonchalantly mentioned the Mexican Mennonites in her area. We who live south of the border had never heard of them and roared. Then she told a story about the Bandito Bikers. It went on from there!! At 12:30 am, they headed to the hotel.
Friday and Saturday were the big scrapping days. 24 women got together to share their love of scrapbooking. There was also a lot of sharing stories, laughter, and love. On Sunday morning after brunch, most packed up and headed home with lots of hugs, tears, and promises of more retreats to attend - even across the border into Canada.
Now when I hear the word 'retreat', I think of a gathering of people who want to have a wonderful time for a few days and just enjoy life.
2. The process of going backward or receding from a position or condition gained.
3. A place affording peace, quiet, privacy, or security.
4. A period of seclusion, retirement, or solitude.
5. A place of sharing your love of scrapbooking and your friendship where you feel free to laugh, cry, dance, sing, eat whatever you want, wear whatever you want, forget the world and have a good time.
Before August 2004, my first thought when I heard this word would have been #1-2. I guess that would be from history classes.
Now that I'm a scrapper and have found the world of "retreats", my thoughts tend to go with #3-4 when I hear this word.
Actually, I think there needs to be a new definition! Although our scrapping retreats favor #3-4, I think we need to add #5!
This past weekend was spent with a fantastic group of scrapping ladies. The adventure started Thursday night at my house. I live in the town where the CNY Retreat is held. Three ladies from New Jersey and five Canadians arrived on Thursday so they wouldn't miss any of the retreat on Friday. Since they were in town, I thought I'd invite them to get together at my house. I already knew six of them from previous retreats, so knew it would be a good time. My husband was wonderful to help me clean and get ready. There was great anticipation waiting for them to arrive.
What an interesting evening! We started right in yakking away and laughing a lot. It got quite wild when one of the Canadians nonchalantly mentioned the Mexican Mennonites in her area. We who live south of the border had never heard of them and roared. Then she told a story about the Bandito Bikers. It went on from there!! At 12:30 am, they headed to the hotel.
Friday and Saturday were the big scrapping days. 24 women got together to share their love of scrapbooking. There was also a lot of sharing stories, laughter, and love. On Sunday morning after brunch, most packed up and headed home with lots of hugs, tears, and promises of more retreats to attend - even across the border into Canada.
Now when I hear the word 'retreat', I think of a gathering of people who want to have a wonderful time for a few days and just enjoy life.
Friday, April 07, 2006
The Chosen One
My 16 year old niece asked me to be her sponsor for her Confirmation.
First of all, I was shocked. I don't know why she chose me! Then, I was thrilled. It is very hard for me to take compliments or things of that nature, so I try to figure out why someone would pick me over others. But, I am thrilled that she did choose me. I love all my nieces and nephews to pieces and try to do special things for them to let them know they are special to me. [We had an aunt who we thought was great when we were little, but as we/she got older she became nasty. So, it has always been my fear that the kids will like me when they are little, but dislike me as they get older.]
We had rehearsal on Tuesday night. After, Haley asked me if she could drive our car home. Of course I let her. We took the long way. I gave her a few pointers and she had fun.
Last night we had dinner at her house before church. My whole family was there, plus my mom. She was thrilled with the SONIC gift card we gave her. There is one near the house we rent at OBX and the kids love it, especially since there are none in New York state.
The service was very nice. Haley looked beautiful. She did a wonderful job with her reading. The best part was when it was her turn to go up to the Bishop, the huge smile she had on her face when we left our pews to go down the aisle.
I know this whole adventure was more meaningful to me than to Haley just because she picked me to be her sponsor.
First of all, I was shocked. I don't know why she chose me! Then, I was thrilled. It is very hard for me to take compliments or things of that nature, so I try to figure out why someone would pick me over others. But, I am thrilled that she did choose me. I love all my nieces and nephews to pieces and try to do special things for them to let them know they are special to me. [We had an aunt who we thought was great when we were little, but as we/she got older she became nasty. So, it has always been my fear that the kids will like me when they are little, but dislike me as they get older.]
We had rehearsal on Tuesday night. After, Haley asked me if she could drive our car home. Of course I let her. We took the long way. I gave her a few pointers and she had fun.
Last night we had dinner at her house before church. My whole family was there, plus my mom. She was thrilled with the SONIC gift card we gave her. There is one near the house we rent at OBX and the kids love it, especially since there are none in New York state.
The service was very nice. Haley looked beautiful. She did a wonderful job with her reading. The best part was when it was her turn to go up to the Bishop, the huge smile she had on her face when we left our pews to go down the aisle.
I know this whole adventure was more meaningful to me than to Haley just because she picked me to be her sponsor.
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