tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75829492943951038222024-03-05T01:11:43.417-08:00What I Say Mattersa collection of my thoughts, stories, pictures, political beliefs, and spiritual outlook.What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-9922643312921328862012-03-03T21:41:00.001-08:002012-03-03T21:41:44.017-08:00The Vow – Better Me Epiphany<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-VVmR_lruJFE/T1MAlITr3JI/AAAAAAAAAVE/5keI_1lQ0u8/s1600-h/the-vow-poster%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="the-vow-poster" border="0" alt="the-vow-poster" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-X4bDlami2hM/T1MAlp2aigI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZaXj9VlJMtU/the-vow-poster_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="330" height="484"></a> <p> <p>Today me and one of my favorites went and saw "The Vow". It was pretty good and I wanted to share what it made me think about (besides the fact that I'm single and can't fall in love to begin with let alone lose my memory and someone try all over again!) If you have seen any of the commercials then you know the movie is about a couple who are in love, have a car accident and the wife loses her memory of ever being in love. The part of the movie that made me think was when the wife couldn't remember who she had been in the past 5 years but remembered before that... And she seemed to be an entirely different person. It made me think about how we all progress as time goes by. If most of us think back we can remember ourselves thinking and acting differently than we do now. It's a normal part of life... We mature and act differently (sometimes better and sometimes worse). But what struck me was I don't think many of us can look back and say we actively became who we are right now.... At least for me some parts of my life and who I am is not on purpose. <p> I had the idea of waking up tomorrow and not recognizing my life and not knowing who I am. What would the people around me tell me my world was like? The wife in the movie had her husband, her friends, and even her parents trying to piece that life together for her and in some points the life they were telling her she lived didn't add up. After a while and a plot twist she had to separate herself from it all and then decide or discover on her own what that life was and who she was. So it made me think about my own life. Will one day I wake up and not recognize myself or my life? Hopefully not.... But if I or anyone is not careful we can end up there. Not because of a car accident or amnesia but because we did not actively decide for ourselves who we are and what our lives would look like. It was a huge reminder to me that we create our world with each decision and thought. We can't let circumstances, convenience, friends, family, or anything else do that for us or we will end up where the wife was in the movie. If we take responsibility for ourselves and our lives and actively shape it into what we want then we will never wake up like she did. The Vow was a great reminder of that. <p>Better Me Epiphany: My life is in my hands. I will not wake up a stranger in my own home. I will create my life I want and take ownership of the outcome. What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-1767798820536579472012-01-22T21:09:00.001-08:002012-01-22T21:09:34.552-08:00Paper Smooches Challenge 2!<p>Hey Yall!! So I did not win the last <a href="http://papersmoochessparks.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Paper Smooches Challenge</a>… but I did order a new set of their stamps called <a href="http://www.papersmoochesstamps.com/Falling_For_You_p/fbs-11-002.htm" target="_blank">“Fall for You”</a>. I LOVE this stamp set. Well the wonderful people at Paper Smooches are having another challenge!! Here is the inspiration pic!</p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Lw5ytwNJh8k/TxzrfEEQCGI/AAAAAAAAAUA/YOkJ8vzpJ-Y/s1600-h/papersmooches%25255B1%25255D.png"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="papersmooches" border="0" alt="papersmooches" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-MwkkKG5ZY5o/TxzrhKr-2bI/AAAAAAAAAUI/N2j0981JJxA/papersmooches_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="298" height="484"></a> </p> <p> </p> <p>So I made this card!</p> <p> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7BuziZFT0weMoNaxhTnWwv894kS_mpj2HHVl4wwN0dsnInNa_CAVeBID6oedZXcAKojrhTfrjkfqcw16lvgYoPKw9jcjTKKNoRTZP2U1_iGFAa01zvbRxZZC5ThPQ5WVb5g32W59IHZd0/s1600-h/IMAG0018%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMAG0018" border="0" alt="IMAG0018" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwTMjahuLColl-pyF14dVRJ0Cgn-LX0decJof8ah76SG6V-E6-sOaLmgWihQCkbMs6OVzxT9UqW4lgtDno612XAeZqfheZvWCUkhh1h_YMFBZJKr_qHBW40M03_XNMSx6rkR4SL7uI7QR1/?imgmax=800" width="291" height="484"></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3m2OoRyKwmtZoh6fGBiPyGsVL37Tz2ZMxiUq5k8ASyV3Ep1B_fs_veQ17oQ_RdoLCVNgZK0U1wM53LGQQ4uBBilNyHNYtDoM8jCiS5CVMN4erMJteW4X84R_fgH7Z7Vv8afKeHszZ60n1/s1600-h/IMAG0019%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMAG0019" border="0" alt="IMAG0019" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-xmA4phAxEaA/Txzri3RuLnI/AAAAAAAAAUo/vLNkcfT0v00/IMAG0019_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="387"></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-vF_MjSZGt4U/TxzrjFghptI/AAAAAAAAAUw/zb_9outYeQQ/s1600-h/IMAG0020%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMAG0020" border="0" alt="IMAG0020" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlw9ZntzvXWfh3AVGCadY676V7XucVxk7473EB0ZYaIN0NJaAKTOSPtgb9CivJ1RDgJIPstBpbjA9XBvi-39p6RsVUry_k8HZVHPigm0Nngs3TE0q0Kql8ADw2QdpFee6TGkQVfV_i89Aw/?imgmax=800" width="291" height="484"></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>I used the apple from the “Fall for You” set and stamped the apple on a piece of white die-cut/embossed paper. I colored the leaf with Copic Marker ( I’m still experimenting with them). I paper pieced the apple and stem with pink polka-dotted (like the walls) and wood grain paper. Then I paper pieced the “meat” of the apple on white card stock that I colored with Copic markers. Then I used the small heart stamp in the set as little heart apple seeds! Then i put that over some die-cut/embossed pink and green Brocade paper (like the brocade bed spread). I outlined that with some faux stitching. Then i put it all on a Kraft cardstock base and stamped the “I love you to my core” on the bottom. Then I filled in the little hearts with Copic markers.</p> <p>So here is my entry!! Wish me luck yall!!</p> What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-48751555649251743412012-01-09T21:09:00.001-08:002012-01-09T21:09:06.841-08:00Copic Markers<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>So I have seen quite a few YouTube videos with people using copic markers to color in their stamped images... So I decided to give it a try! Here is my first go round! Tell me what you think<br/>
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Every month they have a card making challenge using their stamps called the <a href="http://papersmoochessparks.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Sparks Challenge</a>. They give you an inspiration photo and then you use that and make a card. It reminds me of our very own Tell Me What You See Challenge! So this month I decided to play along and enter the challenge!</p> <p> Here is the inspiration photo</p> <p> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zOuhvgD1Ed0/TwfdKiuxplI/AAAAAAAAAS8/rz-IRu7C6xA/s1600-h/December_29%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="December_29" border="0" alt="December_29" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-sbsZxdZXQZg/TwfdLPbpiRI/AAAAAAAAATE/urtthTyHwzU/December_29_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="315" height="484"></a> </p> <p>Here is what I came up with</p> <p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD_GgmRRekdREJ1IAQ_kjW-iXZTVpyQWJyc1M79Ud0sJwaL8Lv_0NL8QZticrdjEtBzGwEHAMWcTsObYPyngPyizM6r0bWbk7Oq-tQIAQZAPZQnGoaz8mxWNXQ8kEDltBkal6Z2EhGt48i/s1600-h/IMAG0002%25255B11%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0002" border="0" alt="IMAG0002" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-CRaamTBXgJI/TwfdMGuyWjI/AAAAAAAAATU/xQ-2eQjYFXY/IMAG0002_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="383"></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ZcjRtWUNYVk/TwfdMTpsjqI/AAAAAAAAATc/Z13rIne3nak/s1600-h/IMAG0001%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMAG0001" border="0" alt="IMAG0001" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-WMQj-bPtvEE/TwfdM3mWnsI/AAAAAAAAATk/_BTgy6kA7II/IMAG0001_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="291" height="484"></a> </p> <p>So with this card I started with a Nestabilities die cut and cut my card base and the white background. I embossed the edges of the white background with the same die. Then I die cut circles of different sizes fro different colored paper for the rainbow. I stamped the clouds (not paper smooches.... but still cute.) I used an embossing folder and added texture to the clouds and then smudged some silver/gray ink over the top to give it a little more dimension. Then I assembled the rainbow and ran used an embossing folder on the as well. I added those to the card and then used the the great "You're Special" Stamp. The stamp is from <a href="http://www.papersmoochesstamps.com/Sentiment_Sampler_p/a1s-11-013.htm" target="_blank">Paper Smooches Sentiment Sampler</a> stamp set ( Btw I Love this set! It's so versatile!) And the end result is this card! </p> <p>So I hope Yall like it and wish me Luck!! The Winner wins free stamp sets!! </p> What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-66828576639372740022011-04-02T22:12:00.001-07:002011-04-02T22:34:48.620-07:00Better Me Epiphany ~ Eulogy<a title="Eulogy by GraffPics, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ruinone/1767269143/"><img alt="Eulogy" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2085/1767269143_0fc61600d2.jpg" width="500" height="375"></a> <p><br> Most Christians or people who have grown up in the church have heard the term "I die daily". Basically that entails us killing our flesh or dying to it and living by the spirit or the commandments of God. I must admit that I have heard the term dozens of times before. I understood it but it really never hit home with me. <br><br>Recently (a few months ago) I got Tye Tribbett's ~gospel singer~ album entitled “Fresh”. It's an interesting album to me because of the instrumentation and song structure (check it out!). Anyways he has a song on there called "Eulogy". The opening words are "I'm writing my own eulogy. Everyone's sad except me". The first time I heard it it really hit me hard. I started to think about death and the void that it can leave in our lives. When someone's gone we can't pick up the phone and call them to talk about something we are upset about, or ask them to pick us up from the store, or get their take on a certain situation. They are gone...period point blank... gone. That's when it hit me. That's what dying to ourselves is. When there are things about us that we don't like we need to write a eulogy for them. When I procrastinate and end up hating it at the last minute I need to let that part of me die. I can't depend on that part of me anymore because it's dead and gone. <br><br>So the thought came to me that we are all composed of different parts, different facets, different people. The parts that are harmful and aren't pushing us to out best selves have to be considered dead. Just like I can't call my granny for a recipe anymore I can't call "Liar Mark" for an excuse for something. I don't know if it makes sense to yall but my mind totally opened up when it hit me.<br><br>Better Me Epiphany ~ The parts of me that are not beneficial to becoming my best self must be considered dead. They are not dormant or filed away for later use, they are dead and cannot be resurrected. I will not call on them for help, coping mechanisms, or pleasure. My life and the actions in it are my responsibility and will not be left to be dealt with by corpses.</p> <p> </p> <p>P.S. here is the song!!</p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:a1645844-65f2-49f7-bc7e-92c066fbd016" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="285d5536-4ac4-4133-be79-cf9a9f602d3c" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q8sYFTx1-n0" target="_new"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNMr-NxKDNJiOHEIfjvKbJ3ObIHxebpR1t3vdTk_j_y40QXw2MFlq4LsbqbZlxZvzG9aEfqQ_gx6lFPZ3wlHKAaJI3pNMvzSlF7CjUJf9waFPZ6OXkHmyy3Z8zPGmNWax5y3RPn9CkveS/?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('285d5536-4ac4-4133-be79-cf9a9f602d3c'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/Q8sYFTx1-n0&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/Q8sYFTx1-n0&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-16219463539576442432011-03-28T20:52:00.001-07:002011-03-28T20:52:51.681-07:00Better Me Epiphany ~ Sucker Punch<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZepq5rzPDGJbV0F4Oa8FCaz7iH6i3ecM06whvuKhraCUR9v6s1hl82dCSAVxrpWLV-8_cYlxNBbOs2N8Lyo1HGLsDcQv9yZ51g9bbnQIklVOEHkKSD-anZ_ahC4oNA3esN2ZIVaRDOO2/"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZepq5rzPDGJbV0F4Oa8FCaz7iH6i3ecM06whvuKhraCUR9v6s1hl82dCSAVxrpWLV-8_cYlxNBbOs2N8Lyo1HGLsDcQv9yZ51g9bbnQIklVOEHkKSD-anZ_ahC4oNA3esN2ZIVaRDOO2/" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer;" height="238px" width="320px" /></a><br><br>Hey yall!!  Its been quite a while since I've posted anything. I got bogged down with life! Too much to do so I had to take a mini break from blogger. I have started many posts but stopped halfway through because i just couldn't give it what  it needed.... so they will come... eventually!<br /><br>Over the weekend I had most of a saturday afternoon off and decided to treat myself to a movie. I gave into the hype and went to see "Sucker Punch". The cinematography was wonderful! The actual story of the movie left a little to be desired but I must admit that the movie was entertaining. I always try to see what i can learn (from movies, books, conversations...) and I almost didn't get a thing from the movie. BUT the last minute of the movie said this "we are all equiped with the tools we need". <br /><br>I love the idea of this statement. It is empowering and puts the responsibility on us. We are responsible for our lives and what becomes of them. We have everything already within us to cultivate our best selves and ultimately our best life. We still need to learn some things along the way but we already have the tools. We have the ability to learn new things and apply them to ourselves.<br /><br>Better Me Epiphany ~ I will take the responsibilty to make my life the best it can be. I will not blame my situation or circumstances for the condition of my life because i have everything I need inside myself to create the best me. So my tools are out and I'm ready to get to work<br />What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-2399352496280198402011-02-13T20:59:00.001-08:002011-02-13T20:59:10.907-08:00Rediscovered Right ~ Beautifully Human – Jill Scott<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA2C40HlqMcphMpQDOb0zTDcoNX_k_ekGkcX0FIlW-gqllvgKw7227-pXzdksukyMtkuxp8Min046wzRbgPcG5cDo9UhU7KlQQSA8Cp18wFm6_5m8MD8pamctIlIzQDcdd2TJOr6zomv7Y/s1600-h/product_127_140x275%5B13%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="product_127_140x275" border="0" alt="product_127_140x275" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TVi2nC8DskI/AAAAAAAAASU/icEZBBNiO6w/product_127_140x275_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="279" height="144"></a> </p> <p>So I was going through my music list that I have been adding to for years and came across Jill Scotts second album "Words and Sounds Vol II". I love Jill Scott and this was the first album of hers that I ever got. A friend loaned-then-gave it to me. It is what made me fall in love with her. Anyways I rediscovered this album and have been listening to it like crazy for a week now! So I figured I should share it! <br>For those of you that don't know Jill let me introduce you. She is a sultry singer who packs every song with meaning. It's not this catchy-tune music that you sing along to but has no meaning type of music. Her music tells a story with each word and chord and nuance. I feel like I've been somewhere after I listen to her music. <br></p> <p>tracks ~ <br>I am not afraid – This song talks about her unwillingness to be afraid of what it means to be a woman. To feel, to create, to bear children… She even says Glutinous!! <br></p> <p>Golden - I LOVE this song. It is all about the freedom that we all have in each of us. Harness that freedom and live each minute, second, day like it's golden... because it is </p> <p><br>The fact is (I need You) –This is a beautifully constructed song that talks about all the ways that she is adequate - she can buy her own shoes, stain and polyurethane... everything but still she needs a man. I like it because it's a reminder that all of us our sufficient in ourselves but that sometimes we just need someone else. </p> <p><br>Cross my mind - It talks about remembering that past love - remembering all the good things about them and it ends up remembering that they didn't work out for a reason. I think we all go through those little episodes where we look back and want to call the ex then we get that all important FLASH ~ the "oh yeah that why we aren't together flash" but it's still good to reminisce sometimes. </p> <p><br>Bedda at home - This song is all about being faithful. She starts off describing this man she sees and all the wonderful things he is and can offer.. but realizes as good as he may seem she has something "Bedda at home"! </p> <p><br>Talk to Me - This is my favorite song on the album. It's about the dynamic between men and women in relationships. Sometimes guys just don't talk and the women take it to mean something else. I love this song because halfway through it changes course and turns into a nice jazz song ~ Brilliant </p> <p><br>Family Reunion - Tells the story of her family reunion. I don't know how she does it but in a 5 minute song i feel like i know her family all to well. chorus says "What can you say it's family". every family has it's flaws but we are still a part and still connected by love.</p> <p> <br>Can't explain - A song where Jill asks for forgiveness for messing up in her relationship. My favorite line is "just because you have a nightmare doesn't mean you stop dreaming" I LOVE that line. It says what we should forever say every time we get hurt or discouraged and want to give up. Sometimes nightmares come but if we stop altogether then we miss out on the sweetest dreams too. </p> <p><br>Whatever - This is a sexy song. Jill tells the story of her previous evening with her husband and offers him "Whatever' he wants because he's earned it!! </p> <p><br>Nothing - A sweet intro that says "nothing is more beautiful than loving you" </p> <p><br>Rasool - This is a cause song. Jill tells the story of a young man named Rasool that was shot and killed in street when she was a teenager. It is a song imploring all of us to evaluate our decisions and how they affect our lives and the lives of others </p> <p><br>My Petition - I love this song!! It's a political song about our governments obligations to us disguised as a love song asking for honesty. You have to hear it! </p> <p><br>So that is a quick look at a great album!! You have to give it a listen. here is clip of her singing "My Petition" live. I just love her presence. </p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:85732c64-8e52-465e-9f37-bc051cc22c76" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="9cc7c9f7-9902-4645-b8c6-264f0e352647" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=79Ir6iaZvhU" target="_new"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikf2HngfJbRx84EnqN3Bu-DC1lUHiOT3R_xuTuhkUS9pffEsSzAcEJX30pmATSQMVcdvUXDkhwUR94JQfmWGfPIR98gMnKDocGX7zAJJgR9WQvhyhAR-OZh_KPeuH11m6wqaLjWPWQxl3q/?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('9cc7c9f7-9902-4645-b8c6-264f0e352647'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/79Ir6iaZvhU&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/79Ir6iaZvhU&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> <p></p> <p>What have you been listening to lately?</p> What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-32416878599690846562011-01-28T08:26:00.001-08:002012-01-06T22:11:07.283-08:00Better Me Epiphany ~ What If?<a title="Shadow of a Doubt - S5isShadowDoubt by Daniel Y. Go, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/danielygo/1961982664/"><img alt="Shadow of a Doubt - S5isShadowDoubt" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2298/1961982664_39dcb1d82b.jpg" width="500" height="375" /></a><br /><br />So the other day i had a big case of the What If's ~ and not the good kind. You know one of those moments where doubt rushes in and hits you real hard<br /><br />What if no one cares?<br /><br />What if I never move forward?<br /><br />What if I never become anymore than I am now?<br /><br />What If I'm wasting my time?<br /><br />What if none of this will ever be worth it?<br /><br />Depressing right? Tell me about it! I think we all go through these little moments, but that doesn't make them any easier. I don't know where all those thoughts came from but I know it's a place that I refuse to stay. Fear has the sneakiest way of creeping in and crippling who we are and who we will be. It can be so convincing and can litterally pull you backwards in life. I believe that fear is deceit in its purest form. It takes everything in life and distorts it and has all us believing in something that isn't true. When we believe lies we act accordingly and everything is thrown off.<br /><br />I decided a long time ago to enjoy my life exactly how it is right this instant. It's the only life that we have to enjoy. I may never have a blog following of 15,000. I may never right a book that ends up on the Oprah book club list. I may never have a booming business. That is ok, because those are all extraneous things. I know in the very deepest part of me that who I am is not determined by these things. My identity lies in what I choose. So each day I will continue to do the things I love, share the things I care about, and enjoy life in spite of what fear, doubt, and anything else tell me. It won't trick me.<br /><br />Better Me Epiphany ~ The what ifs in life will always try to cover up what is. Every time fear trys to distort my lifes' image it is my responsibility to step back, focus, and remember the truth. Today will be the event of a lifetime every time it comes.What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-9805876872696905472011-01-18T10:12:00.001-08:002011-01-18T10:13:32.398-08:00Better Me Epiphany ~ Lose Your Grip<div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennipenni/3388728980/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3466/3388728980_b9f3af06d1.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennipenni/3388728980/">Closing doors (365/365)</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jennipenni/">JenniPenni</a>.</span></div><p>These past few days have been a huge reminder of the tenacity of the human spirit. No matter what, we all have the ability to hold on. The only thing is that sometimes its time for us to just let go.<br /><br />I have millions of examples... I was cruising through facebook and saw a status update of a friend declaring for the 100th time that they are so glad their ex is out of their life (they were out 3 months ago... still holding on), a friend of mine brought up a time when he was snubbed for something months ago, and ME ~ I was talking to my friend and a name was brought up. I frowned my face and my friend asked when are you going to get over all that. I responded that I was over it, but I won't forget the lesson learned. I'm wondering if I really am though. I don't ever think about that person or the situation unless it's brought up. I'm not harboring ill feelings against them... but I do have a certain perception of them because of the whole situation.<br /><br />It is easy to go back . Our rearview mirror can take us so far back in an instant. It would be no problem to replay that whole scene over and over and talk about how I was right and they were wrong and I can feel justified in my attitude. But whats the point? Things in our past are over for a reason. We don't have to go back and drudge up all the old hurts, worries, and disapointments. The only thing that can do is muddy up our present. When we replay all of those things over and over we are painting our minds with them. A mind painted with hurt, disapointment, and worry (however real and valid) can only produce more of the same. So the point is to learn from it but don't relive it. We all go through things as a way of teaching us and stretching us into our best selves. So the next time I hear a certain name I don't have to turn up my face, because I won't relive that hurt. I will simply think of the lesson learned and let the rest stay in the past where it belongs.<br /><br />Better Me Epiphany ~ Reliving a life that already happened is as redundant as this sentence. I won't waste my time, life, or energy focusing on a past that can't be rewritten. It happened.. I survived... I learned... and now I'm letting go and moving forward.</p>What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-16226277025273584032011-01-12T21:29:00.001-08:002011-01-12T22:53:01.960-08:00CREATE ~ Valentine’s Card<p>Hey Y’all!! So I have been really excited about this whole card making thing! I have kind of gone crazy buying craft supplies lately! I am stopping myself… no more… for a week! Ha! Anyways I wanted to share my latest card! Tell me what you think!</p> <p> </p> <p>Here is the cover!</p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TS6NwZy2cRI/AAAAAAAAARo/Stu9U51OVYI/s1600-h/2011-01-12_23.59.00%5B18%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2011-01-12_23.59.00" border="0" alt="2011-01-12_23.59.00" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TS6Nxi9aTTI/AAAAAAAAARs/QiLL1Xgq4Kc/2011-01-12_23.59.00_thumb%5B16%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="596" height="723"></a> </p> <p>And here is the inside</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcWe3Dg4USwe7tau__2qXf7ZyveiFDkeBzOMHPwLg_gqs-51UJLscfGnPPXFiHKZORavGiGQJ5xOwKSmghrnLDL9ac0-Ai_rhQe38E_AXF4dTNK5WPNtig7DT3c3uviPjjTx-Qu09Iwydt/s1600-h/2011-01-12_23.59.21%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2011-01-12_23.59.21" border="0" alt="2011-01-12_23.59.21" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcyUZUM5Fi0ggxvk3Px4EPRuBF4NYT7yAvW8BR6WiVKD1yrocv0J9oaIYFeNF7o1V9Ga_jT95snp9boftylwA__2fqYyc0YHM2EW6nZ_Xk-CD1BCV33kQd_6yra4AmmDlJssnlKHWyqlaR/?imgmax=800" width="689" height="547"></a> </p> <p></p> <p>Here’s another</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2jTvhnr2Z4vIemChKKf0FxKcst6e9_yec0qBiQRXnLByYDlbDTxYbfVyZJ6UC3NGR3yMbhgAzCL21sj9DmDuicewmvTTsqe30HMChpneFPJ8OtP3l9-zyiHBSbevdwVs6ox3nadFWVenJ/s1600-h/2011-01-13_01.39.18%5B8%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2011-01-13_01.39.18" border="0" alt="2011-01-13_01.39.18" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TS6hSBfzLJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-KK0sfdTfIc/2011-01-13_01.39.18_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="515" height="667"></a> </p> <p>Here is the inside with a matching envelope</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb1zpqmM8YeA2EicYDSZbjzYJMNizVsRLRvTKSmaHKLJUrNRLunNn4ELAr0Ey3XhrzlwPFycHobs11pv6nVidz-7PLSOSOHdcCsEqk0CRR3UqJsP2b5t-cEhrxqDK23sA1fPkGcfBqv3F8/s1600-h/2011-01-13_01.40.52%5B8%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2011-01-13_01.40.52" border="0" alt="2011-01-13_01.40.52" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmaW201pVlraO3X7YI1Ko-3K59vN3OvZSA3GZDYf4wy20ZEOgO2OtvWqbY_jDxM0aOrQJL86ARMy4ODTHke_lsavTlbb5fDKizj96z8chSJYlmTy4mj71AzczB7jo3QmHdIk9KMibnz9za/?imgmax=800" width="696" height="557"></a> </p> <p>What do you think?</p> What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-89966704193365989652011-01-11T14:29:00.001-08:002011-01-11T14:29:29.216-08:00The Sophistareaders ~ Skipping Christmas<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTudez7bJHerTELZtCXcHwkcCqQJvcsUEQNWn8EUjHumK4Xm8ISNFH-KgB8jtfVEch4nvVVsehkbf7aoPRASnteDvuo2YrrLX7uqrj1El0-WN7AQaicUKZ_OuxQPQctwNbhYDCyk52T08n/s1600-h/51Be6yZhlJL__AA300_%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="51Be6yZhlJL__AA300_" border="0" alt="51Be6yZhlJL__AA300_" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TSzZwoS3WzI/AAAAAAAAARU/A04oIfLTkSE/51Be6yZhlJL__AA300__thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="300" height="300"></a> </p> <p>Hey Ya’ll! Well the book for December was very appropriately picked by <a href="http://laurarada.blogspot.com" target="_blank">Laura</a>! It was called Skipping Christmas by John Grisham. It is the book that the movie Christmas with the Kranks was based off of. It was a fun read and a fun book club meeting too! </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TSzZxMd5D6I/AAAAAAAAARY/9vr67TiqEJw/s1600-h/jlowe_169%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="jlowe_169" border="0" alt="jlowe_169" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRzJbo7yFwI0SBHOhyphenhyphen7RAI0n-J9PhXAFSWC40ABgTgo4T1qxiD9XXcRByO4SMtyz6FJNF_PGUvYHZioH1zleDIeBOklzmnf_Sid39cMEQwDiLeevx8CdW8j1vD5yKQR5kB0vyBOvDRy3qJ/?imgmax=800" width="581" height="402"></a> </p> <p>We had Japanese! I had the Fuji roll… and it was delicious!! We just sat around and discussed the book. Laura asked us if we could ever “skip Christmas” and not celebrate. Most of us decided that we couldn’t . One of the great things about Christmas and most major holidays are the family traditions that come right along with it. I don’t think I could give up waking up to a fire on Christmas morning with my family all around eating Cinnamon rolls!! Or the multitude of card games that follow. We love to play cards in my family (all of us are the worst losers too!! It makes it very interesting!!) Pus the most important thing about Christmas is the real meaning behind it. I don’t think I could go a year without stopping to be thankful for the miraculous beginning of my faith! </p> <p>So Laura thanks for the great pick! and I need to order our next book! I love this little group of people called the Sophistareaders! I couldn’t ask for a better bunch!</p> <p>What about you? Could you ever skip Christmas?</p> What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-91283736385358132002011-01-04T11:08:00.001-08:002011-01-04T11:14:58.127-08:00Lunch Date Table<a title="A Communal Table for One............. by LaTur, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bom_mot/2802517418/"><img height="372" alt="A Communal Table for One............." src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3095/2802517418_7236bb182a.jpg" width="500" /></a><br /><br />While eating lunch ALONE today i had an idea. I was sitting in there without my "eat alone materials" ~ a book, magazine, or something to look interested in. I looked around and saw a few single person occupied tables. Then i remembered my trip to New York. While I was there i went to a little jazz club to see one of my favorite singers ( Melonie Daniels... she wasn't there though!). Anyways seating was sparse so they sat me down at a table with a few other people at it. I was a little taken back because I had never been seated with strangers before. But it turned out really nice. I met a young couple from Europe ( I can't remember which country), theey were really nice. It was a good experience fetting to know perfect strangers just because. I looked around there and saw that most of the tables were mixed together like that, with some very opposite types of people. I would've liked to hear some of those conversations!<br /><br />So i say all of that to say this. I propose that restaurants have a communal table. When i walk in and say table for one they can ask if I'd like to sit there. I think it would be a great way to meet someone new.. and maybe gain a little wisdom from a perfect stranger. I know.. they have a bar for that, but nothing incites conversation like sitting across from someone. You just have to talk!.<br /><br />So that's my idea for today! What do you think?What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-8686141229508101372011-01-03T21:05:00.001-08:002011-01-03T21:09:19.704-08:00CREATE ~ Here We Go!<p>Hey Y’all! I’m starting this New Year out with some creativity!! I had today off ~ tomorrow is the big day back to BOTH jobs. I’m excited about going back to work…. it’s just been so long!! ha! Back to the point! Today I decided to see what I can do in the card making department. Here is what I came up with</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TSKqp_Q7aWI/AAAAAAAAARA/YeSFN5g-G8E/s1600-h/2011-01-03_18.58.07%5B39%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2011-01-03_18.58.07" border="0" alt="2011-01-03_18.58.07" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TSKqqYmYUCI/AAAAAAAAARE/CYySbdr1_NM/2011-01-03_18.58.07_thumb%5B37%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="523" height="419"></a> </p> <p>A simple leaf card with a blank inside that I stamped myself. I even did the envelop too for a little coordination! ( I need to get a camera ~ my phone gets the job done but it doesn’t capture the color very well!)</p> <p> </p> <p>My best friend saw that one and asked me to make one to accompany some baby gifts. A friend of ours had a little baby boy. Here’s what I came up with</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0eTHzBFkouf0aPpA_QhWejuEm_CGwG4A4Z-PorfTE11zGNvMUs3rMMsAfr0cEldVlMbzqxfEXZFSz6blhBHee7cYnF9FPQ_0E3pITOgceZhOHxlEB1rzhQhdAqedqkFX_5D8sn8CyfeCc/s1600-h/2011-01-03_23.14.36%5B8%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2011-01-03_23.14.36" border="0" alt="2011-01-03_23.14.36" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TSKqrhSU0cI/AAAAAAAAARM/x_Daeqp-l34/2011-01-03_23.14.36_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="547" height="689"></a> </p> <p>I was excited about how it came out!</p> <p> </p> <p>So I’m putting my creative juices to good this year. What about you? What have you decided to CREATE?</p>What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-77064375407125041922011-01-02T22:55:00.001-08:002011-01-02T22:55:24.676-08:00Better Me Epiphany ~ A New Year<a title="Frozen web. by BeboFlickr, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/beboflickr/4203213194/"><img alt="Frozen web." src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4038/4203213194_89f41288b6.jpg" width="500" height="333"></a> <p>We are officially in a new year! Everyone has been asking me what my New Year’s resolutions are for the upcoming year. I responded with a blank stare and a pregnant pause…… I don’t know that I have any right now. This may sound crazy because this year is the perfect time to start over ~ It is chock full of 1’s. 1/01/11 (Doesn’t this look like a setup for everything to start over?). If you have ever read any of my <a href="http://youllseeitmatters.blogspot.com/2010/09/lesson-2-choose-your-influences.html">old posts</a> then you know I fiercely believe in starting over every day, hour, moment, second. We don’t need a calendar full of 1’s or even a sunrise. We have the ability to stop whatever we are doing in that moment and change. I love that idea because it means that we can literally have 86,400 chances to start over every day (that's the number of seconds in a day).</p> <p> So I say all of that not to make lightly of the New Year or the New Years resolutions ~ they are grand and wonderful and the most consistent reminder of a new start ~ but I say this all to point out that we don’t have to limit ourselves to that. So many times we resolve to do something in the new year… we mess up.. and then we quit. I put its picture of a spider web up because it is a great reminder to me about new beginnings. Every day that spider laboriously builds it’s web, and every night the dew drops, the wind blows, or a by stander haphazardly walks through it, and it is destroyed. Even the purpose of the web destroys it when a bug gets stuck in it and flails around it messes it up. The spider is continually rebuilding, redoing, and restarting. It takes a lot of dedication, but for the spider it is a matter of survival. So I challenge you and I challenge myself to do the same thing as that spider. persevere like our very survival depends on it ~ because it does. When we mess up, have a setback, walk completely in the opposite direction of where we said we would head, we will not give up. We will simply spin a new web with each new moment and build our lives and our very being into exactly what we set out to do.</p> <p>Better Me Epiphany: I will remember the web. Destruction is sometimes evident, but it is never the final outcome. My life is what I make it and the chances to change course are only limited by the seconds I have in my lifetime.</p> What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-32731863808559917362010-12-31T16:29:00.001-08:002010-12-31T16:29:49.143-08:00CREATE ~ New Horizons!<p>So I have had tons of time over this break and have been feeling very crafty! I think it’s fun to make something of your own. So here is what I made!</p> <p>Last night I made a very small mock journal… even bound it myself! Here is how it turned out</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TR51dmN4EhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/eYkAy_bzHs4/s1600-h/2010-12-31_19.11.41%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2010-12-31_19.11.41" border="0" alt="2010-12-31_19.11.41" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TR51d0hLTMI/AAAAAAAAAQs/uO-RJqMnRKU/2010-12-31_19.11.41_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180"></a> </p> <p>Here’s another shot</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizznRbB5lxT7m0L1v8AQlXhyphenhyphenJul1LdBLU4xDF-ImKb2d0t314Uw5QE917WJRl2XbK1xzRo2rvRgVwXbFe3-OyNO_n873kI4YT-kdPS5Dwo6LWLG4VKlD7s1Q9vySWoAEy5tmU-tdPnuOe2/s1600-h/2010-12-31_19.11.33%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2010-12-31_19.11.33" border="0" alt="2010-12-31_19.11.33" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TR51eQoUDhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/3aByD1oXhfU/2010-12-31_19.11.33_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180"></a> </p> <p>I wish my phone camera captured to color a little better!</p> <p>My Nephew saw it and wanted one of his own so I made him a sketchbook. Here is how it turned out</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6iRaFSQNXIHKG3GXBFWD9sHaC0us964wWOZhZwM85rLaaUthbG0D5Vt6e2OtrWAATn_J5b1ZRlYcUepA3Am1hzTJmD0in1HDSlXqyBUIsFU7v-bXhDvchLWAAmhnokP_jXHNJYlJUUss2/s1600-h/2010-12-31_19.08.38%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2010-12-31_19.08.38" border="0" alt="2010-12-31_19.08.38" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg02IY2sneFvWkeWrhlXRAXdsNeUiZVPAV9uX-CYo07MAzot5cNCzxWZOgcCXj1W2s4Webn4jMSWTV8VM0r249i-vP5dby2HQl13GGSwLvslNvLDdMj7GK2PPJ7yKjx2kOK7Dr50v3-uBrL/?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180"></a> </p> <p>So I’m kind of excited about it! It has me wanting to perfect this a little better and maybe open up an <a href="http://etsy.com">ETSY</a> shop! </p> <p>I would love to hear what Y’all think!</p> What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-88611833346999450802010-12-29T21:22:00.001-08:002010-12-29T21:22:41.089-08:00Tell Me What You See Challenge ~ Results<p><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prettypony/4013686724/"><img style="border-bottom: #000000 2px solid; border-left: #000000 2px solid; border-top: #000000 2px solid; border-right: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/4013686724_2128b60561.jpg"></a></p> <p>Hey Y’all! Well the <a href="http://youllseeitmatters.blogspot.com/2010/12/tell-me-what-you-see-challenge.html">Tell Me What You See Challenge</a> was a huge success!! There were quite a few responses (Which always makes me excited!!). the picture above was our muse and people wrote something about what they thought was happening here, how it made them feel, or just what they thought about it… basically they said what they saw!! …. I know that’s the whole point right?!</p> <p>Well here goes!!</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio4ATcyiosSJhYM8k5B3-LRoXzFgFm9c64kOVR25ZuBt5bKBl6WOn9820koec5Do6hRVol0xllsyMogumN6Wr3EjYe8EiLKwefPIn_w5lGaf0zYtLDZNvoAl2zK0sRycAn1NS9dNKNcxzE/s1600-h/253%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="253" border="0" alt="253" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TRwXDkYkjKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/e-EInNYdEYk/253_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179"></a> </p> <p>My friend, <a href="http://ansleyallen.blogspot.com/">Ansley</a>, saw this “I see a fun couple who love each other a lot. I wonder if the old pictures around them, are old family members, that maybe they wish were part of their wedding??? Just an idea.”</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4AN8wjy_rNahhqfec42_53PXrfYUAJgu29ePmf_XoOiEY5nZm_WFmPuAO7Crxju9_max2YcmmqMZ3Jnb9ijtzCguq8ABXqSNOZJpjFl_lr4Qg4GvS5KGvdPDVSNlrbZp7-odE6rYXj31k/s1600-h/2010-12-17_11.24.48%5B32%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2010-12-17_11.24.48" border="0" alt="2010-12-17_11.24.48" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8XcSwT6FIt7AIPOeabj8gVkeVOA94-rxIXOaj2S0vLWz0a5tRem7AEh0-KOuqgcbxFNPTM2h_2xaMgyE6cwU2DJrFS7FiKZ_2q7tPZSAd2HSdShjHGDSjP0KynGCsn3r0XNoGWJUUH_lx/?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180"></a> </p> <p>My Momma (I bugged her enough to participate!) saw this “That dratted seam! Why couldn't the wallpaper have extended just a little further into her cloistered civilization? The seam in the wall, as well as the racial barriers had separated them for so long. With longing, out of the corner of her eye she had gazed at his portrait... wondered what ancient secrets his luxurious and exciting ancestry held compared to the stogy, uptight restrictions of hers. What would it be like to transcend barriers so long imposed by tradition? Her - white, racist, upscale, snobbish history mingled with his, oriental, accepting, working class background. Would the result be magic? She would do it! She would reach across the seamed wallpaper barrier and take matters into her own hands. She instantly knew it was all worth it when the silk of his tie matched the silk of his lips. What would their new "family" portrait portray?”</p> <p>I’m also a part of a online writing and critiquing community called <a href="http://scribophile.com">Scribophile</a>. It is a website where writers submit their work to be critiqued and in turn critique other’s work. Here are what some of my fellow scriblers saw.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8AsSB7WjdkA-F8x7E26FkQn4rttsUphsuvUwwfJ8mtXvMPKKHS9VrMeeLmbYJfGMm2vcVKMwUcFYw21njddQVjPvdaQ205eKbfwHsoQvkW8Sb0IrNGNnGdHDQEaffYm9Ceyz5CwDI2QX7/s1600-h/4039-7%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="4039-7" border="0" alt="4039-7" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOlt9Hy9g5YBBhcxgisHAKAJpZAMYuBn31BIfDM4R-QQwcRQW7pZOWvzvsoCo6DQN7dhZLjnaNtShoZm__Sc_W5f8xWpNoWdln5pl0HxJfqitKgwfzxgqYvOxzm6SXuZ2WHAXfqK1gZrAm/?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240"></a> </p> <p>Gary Weblund saw this</p> <p>Picture scene, ten minute poetry, by Gary Wedlund: <p>I said, “You’re pretty as a picture.” <p>“But will you love me. <p>“When I’m angry? <p>“And I’m fat. <p>“And I haven’t had a bath. <p>“When a diaper’s needing changed. <p>“Or your namesake’s such a brat? <p>“Carpooling in a van. <p>“in-laws cook you spam. <p>“Will you love me when, <p>“I’m getting old and tired. <p>“Wrinkles cross my face. <p>“Hot flashes and I’m grey. <p>“Will you love me after, <p>“Two months back to back. <p>“To my navel hang my rack. <p>“You bent on a cane. <p>“Bedridden and half insane. <p>“ … <p>“Then you’re dead. <p>“No one at your funeral, <p>“Because of what you did. <p>“My hand the last to close your lid?” <p>“Ahum. Thanks for sharing a drink. Hat please.” <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TRwXGBS-ovI/AAAAAAAAAQI/q1Kar4WVor4/s1600-h/4467-1%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="4467-1" border="0" alt="4467-1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TRwXGZ-nUNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/MoyX6KksA1s/4467-1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="169"></a> <p>Adeline Gail saw this <p>The lights turned off. <em>Finally</em>. The occupants of the house had gone to sleep. We were free from scrutiny. <p>Pressing against the surface of the photo, my fingers slipped through becoming three-dimensional. Poised all day in the same position, it felt good to move. No longer forced to keep a blank expression, to sit up straight, to be a perfect portrait. And now I could see him. <p>I leaned forward from the wall and reached out to the next gilded frame. There he was. A smile grew across my face. Grabbing his tie, I pulled him from his encasement. <p>He laughed and removed his hat. “Someone’s impatient tonight.” <p>I slid to the edge of the framework, pulling him to the corner of his. Our lips pressed together. <p>“I missed you,” I whispered, then kissed him again. <p>Immortalized in our portraits, our love would last forever. <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TRwXGmMbTXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hNtdJl2f3ls/s1600-h/3053-3%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="3053-3" border="0" alt="3053-3" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmAEeweq6lS5CPc0wFlW81QQMOkgXsLP5bO84P8LWXGkdgFUacxxe85Qy9r4hyphenhyphen3ZBXTPMocTfPiQQc8IVpScjIX6s1Fipq7Bh7gJ-U6iXyBmhaZJxLpPmJPTd0c3rcHyEkPWLHEO6HFNBR/?imgmax=800" width="200" height="234"></a> <p>Hans Von Lieven saw this <p>The photo reminds me of the closing sketches of <strong>Rowan and Martin's Laugh In</strong>. There they had windows in a wall with people sticking their heads out and saying stupid things. It was a regular finale in all the shows. <p>Yay For Scribohile!! <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE8XVJqGNL_edLxegjwVfBk81wJZ0CzAOhEoJmcpv-HoXgvCDCho4AUR3baEs4aOGzEn3IazttwA7hJ99g9u0-BJG3bGBSiNj1U8UdQDkcLrP5nY8FhyMZlUlYyev9VnmQi6DefwZbDvET/s1600-h/67696_165669780126085_100000491937931_516845_2689026_n%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="67696_165669780126085_100000491937931_516845_2689026_n" border="0" alt="67696_165669780126085_100000491937931_516845_2689026_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TRwXHi7VXhI/AAAAAAAAAQc/lfOaRvvP9Wk/67696_165669780126085_100000491937931_516845_2689026_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="171" height="240"></a> <p>My Friend Jody saw this “I think that these two individuals had so much passion for one another that even the stillness of a picture could not contain them” <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsAjI3CPQ86iVm3HvYpohCBSiFD8iEPnSO339Pbvhbr2BSJ5wmeqSBDEKCljZ0t-0tLAteU7kn7rKQtSVxgDDMNO5F2TY6Bo_xEB-AWcwarG_y2mGr4_p3wb2K57GL4i6TunJb37ugSAok/s1600-h/49933_85500998_1862074_n%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="49933_85500998_1862074_n" border="0" alt="49933_85500998_1862074_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TRwXIJIv6UI/AAAAAAAAAQk/HCRcsVHs-ZI/49933_85500998_1862074_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="159" height="240"></a> <p>Chavice saw this “A picture of love!” <p>Lastly here is what I saw <p>All of us seem to be born into or adapt to certain roles in life. We are listeners, parents, spouses, friends… the list is endless. It is very easy to get stuck in that role and miss out on what is so close to us because we are stuck in our individual frames. Sometimes you have to magically reach out of what seems possible and grab the impossible… because it’s always worth it. <p>“Here I am stuck. I have always been here… smiling and looking you in the eyes when you walk by on the way out the door. I think that i remind you of someone… but I don’t know who. I have been content here for so long, but something told me to look over. that’s when I saw him. Intrigue, it was a new feeling for me… but a great one. I had to see him more, touch him, but as I already said here I am stuck. It seems impossible. Nothing worth having doesn’t take work though. So I am going to do something that no one expects, no one even thinks is possible. I am going to reach out of this frame, out of everything that I am supposed to be and do something different. Let’s see what happens.” <p>So this was everyone!!! Thanks for everyone who participated!! Thanks for letting me see the world through your eyes. What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-55065498734436972282010-12-28T00:38:00.000-08:002010-12-28T00:40:54.115-08:00I'm trying something new with this bloglovin connect thing!!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/2208819/what-i-say-matters?claim=ksfgmm38xrd">Follow my blog with bloglovin</a>What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-34631458450482509992010-12-26T12:54:00.001-08:002010-12-26T12:54:37.693-08:00CREATE ~ Holiday Pigs<p>Merry Day after Christmas Y’all! I had an awesome Christmas with the family!! We opened gifts, had Christmas Breakfast ( at lunchtime!), played cards ( a family tradition), and had Christmas dinner. It was really great.</p> <p>Me and Melia decided to make pigs in a blanket last night as a little snack… but we decided to add a little twist to it. We call them Holiday Pigs!!</p> <p>We started out by Melia making her “A little bit of this, a little bit of that barbeque sauce”. She took a little bit ketchup, brown sugar, mustard, chili powder, liquid smoke, vinegar, and Worcestershire sauce. I don’t know the measurements to tell you… because she doesn’t either. You just have to work at it til it gets just right! then you just add the little smokies in with the sauce and let them cook and soak up that good sauce for a while. Here’s a pic! ( I got Melia a camera for Christmas and we put it to good use last night!! It caught the steam in the picture.. I thought that was really cool)</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwekFXBg_giDG4j_jXxXqOS2Y8Tl1WvYCG-HIU74s_hYsu5aqNR71UZ10TpUvyfZDiXTnQYve8QyfgA0kJv3gziulhtAjNo_hTIbmyL4sXccMu8DUk0b6dn04XKltF6PZnWBKPez3t44pL/s1600-h/032%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="032" border="0" alt="032" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TRereBOnKCI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-oiCublHC9Q/032_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480"></a> </p> <p>Then we took a can of crescent rolls and ripped the crescent rolls into pieces. We pinched just a little bit of crushed pineapple onto each one</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TReremIF1KI/AAAAAAAAAOs/g2uAlynI6fg/s1600-h/035%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="035" border="0" alt="035" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-BRtx9ldbTmvzRZyUe3RfP8BNEQ14DvIisUsTOiqS-IzcyqqnN1Q9eua9CjnKD3VfhbW0IeEuqmQIZKUJdM8T712fPorZGAUXoGvbhs6k4H3kd72hrMrQkzpDYYe0z1kmTfE3mUn_TVBM/?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480"></a> </p> <p>Then you add the smokies on and roll them up</p> <table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="456"> <tbody> <tr> <td valign="top" width="200"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBMFunljIsRN80KTN8au_dzTrdOavJkItm7aKyKL58M-dai_RbENA2t3OPlvSCEfrIdj4r9GIjEl8JpDdriMh4AHJiKK6C9jeNIanMUdvmZW8A8O5AMdVx9LG70crkFbalEgLLqxZzXMc/s1600-h/036%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="036" border="0" alt="036" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXqFdF9RDQfMy8n8byOgi0CIGWuTAW_6qgvhX2sDkEeyBWjJMwO1cfg99B8LwJSonNOpErZ7jnhKsyVtrYXVwp3UkJ9-Q-HgtgmSb2_A3jVSvp28uzdH4jgok1OQ9xUATaeD3_O-rtOkz0/?imgmax=800" width="276" height="200"></a> </td> <td valign="top" width="254"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGgtTzuTRCBAr-GoDswOKMWcxJQw4jnP8mLffSfGMzmZ-7pUbJsiEa8NQXHwnEE2DjLRN1dRjo9YgCXSu1oeLRkH3zLWjYUBdGUibxTykgBwarWbhDdjRxQ-NL1pMdjy9b_v8z_nyn5EQL/s1600-h/037%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="037" border="0" alt="037" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioRIEjKADrORCX4AR1NskLMnYltSb-7-jlxhTPsXEA52_plVZNKsdBsXCP0RzWH9a_Vx74OoEeSAe3v3XF4_w8Zzk8PDhlmyxdkvqacSOY55IoIPB8j405x0UvB9_PBUYsfUGKiT1awQW3/?imgmax=800" width="296" height="200"></a> </td></tr></tbody></table> <p></p> <p>Add them all together and bake them in the oven by the crescent roll directions.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmH5km3g4IJDfh2JeyHSwv6wYmTiXYCDTdSb5lfLBZsr7nrGxB3UAgFDoefQkDtG96tRAa6r64BtrfLmR91nS4AFGkx22rgvFJeXCKIZmLQbcM-kUoUkuA9WC2txp1C0X14VBgyJ0jw_M4/s1600-h/039%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="039" border="0" alt="039" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TRergmVQJQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4rNCIM07gD4/039_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480"></a> </p> <p>And the finished product is a great and scrumptious twist on the classic pigs in a blanket!! the sweetness of the pineapple with the sauce and the smokie and the crescent.. MMMMM! I want to go make some more!!</p> <table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400"> <tbody> <tr> <td valign="top" width="200"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1YwjtN2XiwG_6PiRe5WaI8PuHCTiRa7H8KjMfKy9KsQvvfViBxsWRrW0cIy-cgETWEUaW1whYRMNWv6nYQiLD86Yb4k7JrWryO0FWWaL_2lxB8vBFUkthFbZn8YTXe_3o5gNeuUH5LOqa/s1600-h/040%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="040" border="0" alt="040" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFA0DQfXzemRN8NwKa5Dh64fGDCg3UlZ_UbQJkOZGONtfKYqQgW9j96I2uCxod9SnE7joRGX1wG4HLuUmWEZJIv_4cyfETen36PXqEMAlNoCAtKK9ZRRXcS99QBkkD3G4aO7qFRo7pcrHU/?imgmax=800" width="311" height="220"></a> </td> <td valign="top" width="200"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TRerhS6YOmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/jXAWPJdSs6U/s1600-h/042%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="042" border="0" alt="042" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsdVqONPKFalw3FJyojXDfPFI_fEZMnFbyBA8_OBTWhCZZ5uTQy-ZL73CG1PGCkWLYGZahF5z63KFD_r0A1xH88aKPZnKcDdq8CDozhzuvfUhrA4iV5e-XEQrg6ewBmk0JfPYT8To5KId/?imgmax=800" width="291" height="232"></a> </td></tr> <tr> <td valign="top" width="200"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TReriNCNXDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/T34crjYpS3E/s1600-h/043%5B25%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="043" border="0" alt="043" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TRerizDG0LI/AAAAAAAAAPg/w4mCrrluBB0/043_thumb%5B23%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="309" height="230"></a> </td> <td valign="top" width="200"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZwdC4lsq7NjdVzBsUZmWz14X6Coac_7W_iAjlxhJ_bpFBjbZUsa40D6IMV-anzRaB95YWIDDVLzroa4D-AbeTFENmO0gMGyiOANdOklazenMOol0RpGLaHXeV_lj3oBJmC9vY2dc9eWF/s1600-h/041%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="041" border="0" alt="041" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TRerjbEuVaI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fNQuId7TCB0/041_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="281" height="220"></a> </td></tr></tbody></table> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <blockquote> <p>So this was my little moment to CREATE something new. What about you? Any new recipe’s you’ve made?</p></blockquote> <p> </p> <p>P.S. Remember the Tell Me What You See Challenge! You can check it out <a href="http://youllseeitmatters.blogspot.com/2010/12/tell-me-what-you-see-challenge.html">Here</a></p> What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-91232900892046100482010-12-22T21:33:00.000-08:002010-12-22T21:55:21.336-08:00Better Me Epipany ~ Connections<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rent-a-moose/4979329952/" title="connection by rent-a-moose, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4112/4979329952_c48403087f_z.jpg" width="640" height="490" alt="connection" /></a><br /><br />The other day (before my surgery) I got to eat lunch with one of my favorite people. My best friend since the 7th grade. Our friendship has really held on for wuite some time. We had not seen each other in months and had only talked sparsely during that time. When I saw her we lit up and sat and enjoyed each other like no time had passed. I loved it! and it felt really good!<br />Since my surgery I have had some great time to sit, relax, and think. I started to think about this giant gap in time that it had been since I had seen my friend. Then it hit me.... It's been a lot of time since I have seen a lot of my friends. I haven't returned phone calls, made the effort to see them, I've been unavailable. I work tons and have been telling myself that I have just been too busy to do it all. This is true to an extent.... but for people that you love and care about you can't get caught up in the convenient. It is very easy and convenient to shun everyone aside and think only of what is good for you at the moment... but one day you wake up and you are the only one thinking about what it best for you (when you used to have a whole troup!). So I got that little bang that lets me know ~ YOU NEED TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS!<br />We are very privileged to live this life and live it with each other. I have said many times that we were all put here TOGETHER for a reason... but somehow I forgot about that. Our connections with others help us to live better. see differently, love better, and get to know ourselves in entirely different ways. So I made a decision and a promise to myself. I won't let myself become an island for the sake of being busy. Real reltionships and friendships take more effort than a hello in the hall or a "How have you been?" through text. I need to put forth the effort... otherwise I miss out on a giant part of living.<br /><br />Better Me Epiphany ~ Connections fulfill so many purposes in our lives. We need a shoulder to cry on, and joke to laugh at, and an all knowing smile. anything taken for granted can easily be taken away ~ I won't let that happen. I will remember that life is not all about me and what's easiest for me. I will take the time and show the ones I love... that I love!<br /><br /><br />P.S. Don't forget about the <a href="http://youllseeitmatters.blogspot.com/2010/12/tell-me-what-you-see-challenge.html">Tell Me What You See Challenge</a> !! Only few days left to be a part!What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-732096185403379432010-12-19T22:55:00.001-08:002010-12-19T23:25:10.862-08:00Tell Me What You See Challenge<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prettypony/4013686724/"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/4013686724_2128b60561.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prettypony/4013686724/"></a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/prettypony/">Chrissie White</a>.</span></div><p>Alright Y’all the Tell Me What You See Challenge has been on hiatus for far too long! The picture above is from a photographer featured in this month’s O Magazine. I saw the picture and it said something to me… and I want to see what it says to you.</p><p>The “Tell Me What You See Challenge” is a way for all of us to teach each other something from a different point of view. I am fascinated by the idea that we all experience the same events differently because we all have a unique way of looking at life. This challenge is our way of sharing that view and maybe opening up the eyes of those around us to a whole new way of looking at things.</p><p>So here goes!!! The picture above is the topic. We all have one week to write down what we see. It can be a first impression, a poem, a feeling, a story that tells what’s happening here. There are no rules because there are no limits to how we see things. You can post your responses in the comments section or you can email them to me at <a href="mailto:mark.deer02@gmail.com">mark.deer02@gmail.com</a>. A week from now I will post all the responses in a post and we all can go through and see the world through different eyes… even just for a few minutes. </p><p>So get those creative juices flowing and share what you see! It matters to me!</p><p>To get an idea of how the challenge works here are some of the previous ones!</p><p><a href="http://youllseeitmatters.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-yall-this-is-extremely-late-but.html">August ~ Tell Me What You See Challenge</a></p><p><a href="http://youllseeitmatters.blogspot.com/2010/07/tell-me-what-you-see-challenge-results.html">July ~ Tell Me What You See Challenge</a></p><p>See You Soon!</p>What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-82592448632013499582010-12-19T15:07:00.001-08:002010-12-19T22:54:46.098-08:00Influences Revisited<div style="text-align: left; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prettypony/3707957203/"><img style="border-bottom: #000000 2px solid; border-left: #000000 2px solid; border-top: #000000 2px solid; border-right: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3521/3707957203_ec1c0cd198.jpg"></a><br><span style="margin-top: 0px; font-size: 0.8em"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prettypony/3707957203/"></a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/prettypony/">Chrissie White</a>.</span></div> <p>So I came across this picture on Flickr and it made me think about the power that we give the people around us. This picture is cute and funny but it really spoke to me. How many times have each of us settled on what other people say about us? It's so easy to let the influences we have dictate who we are and who we are to become. I wrote a whole post about it before... that you can view <a href="http://youllseeitmatters.blogspot.com/2010/09/lesson-2-choose-your-influences.html">Here</a> This picture was a great reminder about our responsibility to only allow our lives to be infiltrated by those we desire and allow.</p> What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-18509249624624518172010-12-18T19:45:00.001-08:002010-12-18T19:45:33.285-08:00CREATE ~ Christmas<p> </p> <p>Hey Y’all! I am spending the day recovering and relaxing and decided to do my Christmas wrapping. I was traversing through blogger world a while back and saw gifts wrapped in simple packages. I wanted to do that on my own so here goes. I bought a few rolls of Brown shipping paper from K-mart ($2.75 a roll) then i got out a stamp that I bought recently. <a title="Stamp" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22995392@N06/5273041260/"><img border="0" alt="Stamp" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5007/5273041260_51e60cd3fa.jpg"></a></p> <p></p> <p>I got some red ink and stamped it on the brown paper<a title="Stamp1" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22995392@N06/5273042630/"><img border="0" alt="Stamp1" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5045/5273042630_d760e7768c.jpg"></a><a title="Stamp design" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22995392@N06/5273040800/"><img border="0" alt="Stamp design" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5282/5273040800_9dc65fd71f.jpg"></a></p> <p></p> <p>I like the design!! This is the one my Mom did</p> <p><a title="Momgift" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22995392@N06/5273040750/"><img border="0" alt="Momgift" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5123/5273040750_92f4c9c866.jpg"></a></p> <p><a title="Gift" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22995392@N06/5272431893/"><img border="0" alt="Gift" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5203/5272431893_05db7fbbac.jpg"></a></p> <p>We ended up using raffia instead of ribbon</p> <p><a title="Rafia" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22995392@N06/5272432569/"><img border="0" alt="Rafia" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5208/5272432569_034e5a4609.jpg"></a></p> <p></p> <p>So we tied bows in the packages and I used those tags from my wish list… remember? They came from my friend <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/stampgirl45">StampGirl</a></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ44MM6fzQKK7awluKbOaLRfA1Oy8q0Ccha5iU-CbQPvnQ12K2JGJUi6rXW2lFFd3tuFcMj5A05Iu4h26qrsxp7tmn4uTczTn8VaV53gU9uosXn-POlfCUar766rgNc96n9sUItsjWRlVA/s1600-h/tags%5B1%5D.png"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="tags" border="0" alt="tags" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TQ1_18uyH4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/8BrdnI8O9cs/tags_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484"></a> </p> <p>This is what the finished ones looked like!</p> <p><a title="Finished gift" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22995392@N06/5272433283/"><img border="0" alt="Finished gift" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5124/5272433283_cf196eb652.jpg"></a></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixtd8-oC1xkriHUQmkJo4yXBa3MYJ7w94BhkqYONPhJE47WLZoAs1dErHAUfGmKrexA0pPCJie6LK-5iCzs5RWQ0WwCpA8oA_s-EdOIP1yFfXFZ5_carOsqpnzBPGTlIzl6WSq1fm1kf2L/s1600-h/5273040370_cb8c5f2c00_m%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="5273040370_cb8c5f2c00_m" border="0" alt="5273040370_cb8c5f2c00_m" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TQ1_2vBfwJI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y15ODxgmQic/5273040370_cb8c5f2c00_m_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="517" height="391"></a> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyD4ceyObErdh-fk1bUAqU8KtA9t78_FyVwPN_hvfKcoro7gNLjiRZmzT3zfhfRMvSEx5wVFcbogwu8ouNevAspeuvh2F5ahKDYdh-zYgGcSzarfvDfW0GysIjHElnQd1YdaLiHdIxKEuH/s1600-h/5272431755_250ac03d92_m%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="5272431755_250ac03d92_m" border="0" alt="5272431755_250ac03d92_m" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TQ1_3F0B5wI/AAAAAAAAAOc/uWW0DXtZnqA/5272431755_250ac03d92_m_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="526" height="398"></a> </p> <p> </p> <p>It was a little more work than just wrapping presents… but not many people can say that they made their own wrapping paper!! the options are limitless… but I was obviously a little confined today!</p> <p> </p> <p>Everyday is an opportunity to get out creative juices flowing. We create our lives with each moment and we I think it’s important to fill our lives up with ourselves as well. This is my latest creation…what’s yours?</p> What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-39532751743028501822010-12-17T16:24:00.001-08:002010-12-17T16:24:38.354-08:00Surgery was a success!!<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPyCPrG1ylTRRw4K0eRlF6h4kEWmpMpZfm5etFzjwXJJohk35vgAf-hRfBpQAy9aHAgbuXYTPUfsFHOgkrDwyPssYpLob3iAaAlE_MB6xIKS6Xv2zMLsGAOAoDCJkvsaGlXbMyOxwQgxc9/s1600-h/me%20before%20surgery%5B37%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="me before surgery" border="0" alt="me before surgery" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQIeia67j2dmhTIB0WhE9XwWlXePF4WFpspX5C_jBn27PnxYJIMsRPcKipnRn2sdyQsLUgwRjdAYCv5Q3ClHBy7qsv1-KtlxPVYvuwfroHYqXBSj-LtNlD77t8TV-XqFICf4Z-H8rueg_M/?imgmax=800" width="480" height="360"></a> </p> <p>I was a little picture happy this morning…. although looking really rough! </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_F4Pq1vyPo44g50KDGFHyNmgglodaN18ymkcQ_gdyxPdJu0RuMitO6YYJVbudo8x1OBs4QI4bmhMsnbWt7t0SrjkdCLNtNdcDv35T-uIWDDfWSLiChTi1-ibSvjFDEVARSw4j9csBP9a/s1600-h/me%20before%20surgery2%5B12%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="me before surgery2" border="0" alt="me before surgery2" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm4e2jpPlEIDGdSV6BbYySyUHrk8-jUf0af6XTPjC5-3A4BQzmwQHNPS2ZOZKmg_gsXewUDjhueeG9HaTvsXVn8Bwqf-k_9c72w-IcHF1bA9D_tqk98hY5Fm8mfkJqrIrvUAyAdwMY1S91/?imgmax=800" width="480" height="360"></a> </p> <p>Another photo-op before surgery!</p> <p> </p> <table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400"> <tbody> <tr> <td valign="top" width="200"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg16eyz4L9hb0jXhfajs5AelV3CQLS_tVCcSQQFRNDf74nhr43x7d-GwfWdkX56eSsA0R7gYJ2d9_b038O8Q7BYS0pkLXdNun0YDjbF9jtZYI2QomD59wZycPcbKHWloBVYqkWPSBhlqlf/s1600-h/me%20and%20mom%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="me and mom" border="0" alt="me and mom" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9HvaXq0I-WBO3W85rJ18m5d6_0TDgKwAS3_-BJvPyd6OMU2Bjo-9U4EnPKVq-VmQJPkoxLWfYxbrEnhvjZ7HpCAhkgL4E6YDwxdM9zGE2Fjydh6Wtz6dxJ-JnAvzf6_ZJpFF2LXHUPCxR/?imgmax=800" width="268" height="204"></a> </td> <td valign="top" width="200"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TQv_RELb9jI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2yG_f5n2FRQ/s1600-h/me%20and%20mom%202%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="me and mom 2" border="0" alt="me and mom 2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_HKgAbnb9rJM/TQv_RUCrgMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/JuCkvD9dFOU/me%20and%20mom%202_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="211"></a> </td></tr></tbody></table> <p>This is me and my Momma! Isn’t she Beautiful! She and my Dad got up here last night to be here for my surgery and take good care of me while I recover. She has been really good today making sure I eat and drink!</p> <p> </p> <p>Anyways thanks for all your prayers! Surgery was a success. I can talk! I still have my uvula!! and I am minus some sickness causing Tonsils! See Y’all soon!</p> What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-33281424938315136772010-12-16T20:26:00.001-08:002010-12-16T20:26:34.475-08:00Getting a nice little break!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT03-MtbYMsaQPVBpi6esIMhKRwM4QU8CdSuaUB80CW2IXbj8d8uzKwW6qEXRzxD-YguYETXeIH_yfV7S-gzS-C7Aticub-_ScNORzmpZ3z_XxEuytxS2GJ037TSE-2P4kNvaH7BzBoQw-/s1600-h/2010-11-26%2005.34.19%5B31%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="2010-11-26 05.34.19" border="0" alt="2010-11-26 05.34.19" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgworYH_9DVWMy-LNQp358-9mj6x56uECWdyjfCbSL4rkaLraga6mGMCZHfC2Eb_wVs7Ojoww6nMCQWm_1MBpneh12dbW0iNCm6CKZ2aLZ4Q8oKxdNFSyx1cNsiNp5pHFZfuvEoXaAnD-d6/?imgmax=800" width="360" height="480"></a> <p> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>Well Y’all… tomorrow is the big day!! My tonsils are coming out!! and as a result I will be getting a wonderful 2 week vacation with the family! It’s sad that the only way you can a whole two weeks off from both jobs is to have to go get something cut out of you! Ha! Anyways, I will be spending these next two weeks relaxing, reading, blogging, and enjoying my wonderful family!! I am uber excited about it!! Please be praying for me.</p> <p>So far I am not too nervous. I am just excited to feel better and have a break. Everyone else seems to be a little more paranoid than me. I have been asked ~ Are you worried that you might not wake up? ( no.. that hadn’t crossed my mind.. thanks for bringing it up), I would just be scared that I wouldn’t stop bleeding. What would you do then? ( I’m not sure.. call the doctor), and lastly You know that take your uvula out too right? Look I don’t have one ( this I admit made me nervous…. although I no idea why I have a uvula… I kind of don’t want to lose it!! It’s nice knowing it’s back there.. dangling and serving it’s uvulic purpose!). With all that said thanks for your concern but this is going to go great! No complications! Quick recovery! ~ I am speaking that!! </p> <p>That's all I have at the moment. I am going to go get rested up for tomorrow.</p> <p> </p> <p>P.S. This is my first blog from my new computer!! Look my picture has rounded edges!!! Fancy huh?</p> What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582949294395103822.post-57932291656391497022010-12-07T10:53:00.001-08:002010-12-07T11:04:04.495-08:00Book Review ~ Three Little Words<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBCjv9-77-A9L_PGSiEqcNpc1yKBrFZXIIhgr2-anmUp99Ewk2Ucef5jJDp2TYNZga2qKyhY5K-LYVRvyVqRg7HUHJT93NB2Nhna7U0RzMny6kCt_pUbQ_5WjbRFagj5kNs6yk6jnFNQqp/s1600/three%252520little%252520words.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548018124605981202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBCjv9-77-A9L_PGSiEqcNpc1yKBrFZXIIhgr2-anmUp99Ewk2Ucef5jJDp2TYNZga2qKyhY5K-LYVRvyVqRg7HUHJT93NB2Nhna7U0RzMny6kCt_pUbQ_5WjbRFagj5kNs6yk6jnFNQqp/s400/three%252520little%252520words.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />I just finished Three Little Words by Ashley Rhodes-Coulter. It was the pick for a book club I'm in called “The Sophistareaders". The book is memoir of Ashley's early life in foster care. As a social worker this book was especially interesting and touching. We follow Ashley from her entrance into foster care to her exit. It is a very harrowing story. Her time in foster care was during a period where Florida's foster care system was at its worst and her story helped to change that system. Ashley came from a family with significant issues and put into a system with just as many significant issues. She was put in the charge of many careless social workers and countless placements. She was literally forgotten and persevered through it all.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here's what I got from the story.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ashley was shifted from place to place and developed some pretty severe attachment issues. She was moved from place to place and no one stopped and asked her how she felt about all of it. She lost her voice. Many times all of us go through periods where the circumstances in our lives make us feel like we have lost all control of it. We don't always have the ability to control these circumstances. It is a place that is infused with hopelessness, and if nothing changes it is easy for us to stay there. Ashley held onto one hope, to return to her mother, and was constantly disappointed. Her mother never could seem to get things together so that she could be the mother that Ashley needed. Ashley was moved around a lot ~ lived with pedophiles, overcrowded homes, and even abusive homes. She really did become hopeless. She lost hope that she would ever find a place to call home. She knew that however great a place seemed it had an expiration date.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>After many years of going through this “return to sender" cycle, she was finally appointed a guardian as litem. They are there to look after the child's best interest. They are the voice of the child in foster care. This one person came along and fought for Ashley. She listened to her, and she made a change in Ashley's life. This one person got her out of her abusive placement and advocated for her until she found a permanent home. This is what stuck with me ~ the power that one individual can have to affect change in the lives around them. We all have that capability and responsibility. We don't have to have the enormous responsibility of being a child's voice in a broken system to affect change. We can do it every second of every day. It is a smile, and shoulder to cry on, and ear to listen. But it takes us stopping, forgetting about our busy day and self importance, and taking the time to care. I think that Ashley's life could have been so much less tumultuous if someone stopped and cared sooner.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>When Ashley got this guardian who was her voice she eventually found her own. She let down all of the defense mechanisms that she developed to deal with living in the system and allowed an adoptive family to love her and herself to love them back. She made it through it all. She spoke out about the protective system that damaged her most and she helped change it.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The book is an amazing story about an amazing life. After looking at her life I know that in my hopeless situations I won't give up. The start almost never looks like the finish.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Better Me Epiphany ~ I will care about the lives around me. I will make a change for others by first making changes for myself. My future is not dictated by my current situations.<br /><br /></div>What I Say Matters!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451454388246101899noreply@blogger.com1