Showing posts with label challenges. Show all posts
Showing posts with label challenges. Show all posts

Friday, July 4, 2008

catalyst 16

Happy Fourth of July! Little known fact, but I was a poly sci major when I entered college, and at one point aspired to be in Congress. That didn't last long, and although I'm not as involved in politics as I used to be, I've made my donation to the Obama campaign and will hold another national mock election in my social studies classes this year. Our process may not be perfect, but I do believe in it and am grateful for the rights and freedoms I enjoy in this great nation. Happy Birthday, United Sates! Maybe now I'll go make a party hat, as my daughter suggested...
Didn't get last week's catalyst up, but here is this week's from Creative Therapy. The theme was your Dream Home. My husband thinks about this a lot, and has great plans (probably from his architecture/engineering background), but honestly, I don't. Sure, I'd love to have a studio, and an extra room for an office and the weight equipment would be nice. A lush, green backyard that went on for miles would be heaven, especially if it had lots of shade. But you know what? I love my little house. It has super high ceilings and open architecture that makes it feel big and airy. I may have to work in the family room, but that means I'm not separate from my kids (or the dinner in the oven). Yes, the backyard is small, but it requires very little work. A smaller house means a smaller carbon footprint. I think I dream instead about he improvements I'd like to make - a new fireplace (I hate the icky beige marble!), new kitchen cabinets (oak does not give off that modern vibe), and new tile showers (those fiberglass all-in-ones should be illegal!). That's my dream - improve what I have, instead of dwelling on what I don't. 

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

I'm a Cover Girl!

Just got word that my card will be featured on the cover of the Aug/Sept issue of Stampers' Sampler! I even get a short article on their web page! I screamed so loud when I read the email that my kids thought something was horribly wrong. They were not amused when I informed them that I was screaming for joy, and even less interested in why. I guess drama is more appealing!

Don't forget to check out my challenge this week for My Daughter's Wish. You can use any medium you'd like to participate, even a written entry on your blog. Also remember to leave a comment here for my RAK! The deadline for both is Saturday, June 21.

The page today is for both the Creative Therapy theme this week and Scrap Stars. I love the topic for Creative Therapy this week - one lesson you'd want to teach your children. It was hard to narrow it down to just one. I'm pretty confident right now in their intellect, and sense of responsibility for their age, so I decided on magic. Yes, I said magic - the magic in life. They see it now, everywhere. We have garden fairies that live in the backyard, Santa came at Christmas, the Tooth Fairy made a visit last week, and seeing a dragonfly or butterfly is a mystical event for them. Unfortunately, too many adults have lost that ability to believe - to see the magic around them. I don't want them to ever forget that it is there, whether you are 5 or 50, it's still all around you. 

While I'm not such a bling girl, the platinum theme from Scrap Stars certainly worked with this page. Ooooh, it's Top Chef, So You Think You Can Dance and Ghost Hunters night! Let's see if I can wade through the projects on my desk and actually catch one of them! ;)

Friday, May 30, 2008

Catalyst #11

This week's catalyst for Creative Therapy involves your first memory. Mine goes way back, when I was probably about two, in my crib. I remember waking up, to what in my mind's eye was in the middle of the night, standing up and grabbing the bars of my crib, and calling for my mother. I remember watching the dark doorway for her, and and seeing her arrive. She picked me up put of my crib, and that's where the memory ends. Although it's a gray, sleepy scene in my mind's eye, it's still a warm memory. My mother was there for me when I needed her, and 37 years later, she still is.