More fun!

I finished this one today:

Gina Miller everything but... **Painted flower from Amanda Rockwell (retired collab with GM), tear template from Karah Fredricks (papers are Gina's though), and photo matting action from Valerie Foster.

This one was really fun for me, not sure why, but I'm really happy with it.

Lots of fun colors!

Because I haven't posted any in awhile, I decided to show y'all what I've been up to when I get some time to poke around on here.

Credits here

And here...

and here!

Fun huh? I'm really happy with the first 2. I'm happy-ish with the 3rd but something about it is bothering me. I'm not quite sure what it is, but if I ever figure it out I've saved the layered format so I can go back and tweak it a bit. Drawing those cords is the hardest thing I've had to do with my PSE so far. I'm still having trouble getting used to my Wacom pen. I'm guess there's just something wrong with me. Anyway it's late now... I'm off to bed. Happy weekend!

Utterly Content

Deathly Hallows is my favorite by far. I just finished it. It was a fantastic book. I'm totally content with the ending, it was far better than I could have imagined. I laughed, I cried (happy AND sad tears) and I sighed. I'm sad it's over but can't wait to read it to my kids either!!

Long live Harry Potter! ;)

Tonight is the night

I'm so stoked! I'm going to a release party at my local Borders. They're having a ball, a Snape debate and all sorts of cool stuff. Then I'll be locked away reading all weekend. ;) Not really. I've gotta go to my company picnic tomorrow late morning and all afternoon and then I'm gonna go see Hairspray in the evening. My dad's birthday is Sunday too so parts of that day will be shot as well. It's okay though... I already took Monday and Tuesday off in preparation for this. I asked for it off back in April or something... as soon as the release date was announced. I'm such a dork.

I'm kinda sad though. It's the end. The REAL end now. I know it'll be worth it though. And it's not like I can't read it over and over anyway. Anyway, I've gotta go get ready for work. Laters!

Tomorrow (or today) will not suck

Because I refuse to let it. I choose to remember Momma Sue through the things she taught me over the years she was in my life. I will be myself, I will try to be nice to everyone, I will remember that just because life isn't fair doesn't mean I get to stop and whine about it all day. I also hope that we get some sprinkles like the weatherman was teasing today. That way I can go outside and walk around in it and remember that I'm not made of sugar and won't melt. I'll then think of her, miss her, and then smile to myself because I know she doesn't want us to be sad for her. I'll be happy that she's happier and doesn't hurt anymore and then feel that warm feeling I get when I remember.

Then I will join her wonderful family for dinner and think of her some more. I'll reflect on the great life she lead and how important her family was to her. I'm lucky to have such wonderful friends because of what a great example and mother she still is to them and their friends.

It's been 5 long years, Momma, we still miss you, but your influence lives on. I know that was important to you; know that you're still important to us.

Europe has better ads

than we do. Both of these made me think of the Princess of Color, Gina Miller though. Have fun watching them!

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Happy 4th!

I was sitting here, checking my email, getting ready to write a nice patriotic blog about how awesome America is and how I'm grateful for our troops and the Founding Fathers when I hear this noise. It sounds like the people upstairs have dropped 5-6 wicker baskets onto my porch (think rustling and a small "crash"). Whatever, they're always doing weird stuff like that. I keep hearing this rustling sound outside my front door though. I take a look through the peep hole, nothing. I still keep hearing the noise. So I tiptoe to my window that overlooks my porch...




Crazy huh? I was so freaked out that I woke up Matthew to see it. Then I grabbed the camera to have him film it. That was 15 minutes ago or so. I heard a rustle and a squeak of some sort a minute or two back. They're still there! Matthew said the pidgeon wasn't dead yet. He is checking and sweeping the porch before we go ANYWHERE today.

Back to our wonderful nation. I'm trying to see this experiance as a metaphor. I can't really come up with one though. Instead I invite you to go through my archives and read an older post that still reflects how I feel. I wrote it when I was a little more NORMAL. ;) I hope everyone has a happy and safe holiday too!