Does anyone have as much trouble as I do getting organized? I try to keep everything neat and clean in the space that I have, but eventually it all becomes too much and I'm back to organizing.
Let me explain, I'm a scraphead. I love scrapbooking and putting my photos into books. I think it stems from an early love of office supplies. Post-its and wire-bound notebooks were my first love. Pens and markers and pencils still rule!
Scrapbooking amped up the fanaticism with awesome paper designs and weights and feel. Ribbon, stamps, punches and brads - all catch my attention, and as I browse through craft shops I reach out and touch them with the reverence reserved for great artists, because I can see what a great masterpeice these could create!
I've stopped shopping. I must scrap more to bring my supplies down so I can get organized so I can shop more! It's a never ending cycle, yet so satisfying. The best part is that my other half thinks my scrapbooking is awesome, so he never begrudges me my stock-up sales, or must-have buys! I don't take advantage of his generosity. however, instead of scrapbooking supplies, maybe I'll purchase some organization equipment. Hmmmm, novel idea... Must ...start...shopping...
Have a great day!
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Oh the Humanity!
The news this week disturbed me. It made me cringe and look into myself. Where did our "humanness" go?
The incident, which I'm sure you've heard about, was the good Samaritan rescuing a woman from an attacker, getting hurt himself, and then dying on a sidewalk while people passed by. One person even took a photo. From the surveillance camera view we see at least five or six people walk by. No one stops to see if he needs help. No one whips out a cell phone and dials 911.
Why? When did we become a nation under fear, not under God? Now, I'm not a bible thumper. I don't believe in the bible. I do, however, believe in a higher being, a bigger purpose. Don't most people want to aspire to be more? I thought we did. I know I want to be a good person. I want to try and help out where I can. I've been known to do so from time to time.
I'd like to think that if I saw this person lying in the street that I would call 911. I'd really like to think that I would kneel down and ask him if he was ok, but the news has scared the crap out of me in regards to predators, that I don't know if I would. That bothers me. A lot.
I'm pretty sure I would have made a call and waited there for help. What do we need to do to make us human again? What can we do to reach out to others in need? How do we open up so others follow suit? Is this what we need to do?
What do you suggest? How did you feel about that news piece? I'd love to hear what you have to say!
The incident, which I'm sure you've heard about, was the good Samaritan rescuing a woman from an attacker, getting hurt himself, and then dying on a sidewalk while people passed by. One person even took a photo. From the surveillance camera view we see at least five or six people walk by. No one stops to see if he needs help. No one whips out a cell phone and dials 911.
Why? When did we become a nation under fear, not under God? Now, I'm not a bible thumper. I don't believe in the bible. I do, however, believe in a higher being, a bigger purpose. Don't most people want to aspire to be more? I thought we did. I know I want to be a good person. I want to try and help out where I can. I've been known to do so from time to time.
I'd like to think that if I saw this person lying in the street that I would call 911. I'd really like to think that I would kneel down and ask him if he was ok, but the news has scared the crap out of me in regards to predators, that I don't know if I would. That bothers me. A lot.
I'm pretty sure I would have made a call and waited there for help. What do we need to do to make us human again? What can we do to reach out to others in need? How do we open up so others follow suit? Is this what we need to do?
What do you suggest? How did you feel about that news piece? I'd love to hear what you have to say!
Monday, April 19, 2010
A Quieter, Gentler Time...
In the days of Facebook, MySpace, Twitter, texting, wouldn't it be great to return to a time when not everyone knew what was going on in your life and only speculated?
I was thinking about this yesterday when I checked my facebook page and realized that I probably knew what one of my friends had for dinner every night last week, or at least every meal over the weekend. I also knew if he was having a problem, what it was, and every piece of advice from across the nation that he received. I kept my advice to myself, knowing that eventually he would get it from one of the friends who kept posting encouragement.
In the past you had the one person on the block that would look in your windows, listen over the fence, talk to the kids, and then report to the whole neighborhood what was happening in your life. If you lived out in the country you didn't even have that. Privacy. What a concept. Except no one person seems to want it anymore. "Look what's happening in my life!" seems to be the theme of the 2000's. I'm guilty myself, with this blogging and facebook.
It seems to go beyond the written word as well. Depending on the person, you might know what type of underwear they're wearing, who they love, what they hate, if they need to be on a diet, if they don't eat at all. Get the picture?
I would love to go back to the days when family secrets stayed secrets, dirty laundry was aired on the clothes line, not on the internet. I'd love to be enamoured of movie stars and never know if they were a closet drunk, or gay, or a liar and a cheat. Those were the days when Hollywood protected their own. I'd love to be able to hear inspirational stories from my friends first hand, instead of through email I have to pass on to 10 friends in order for something good to happen to me in 24 hours.
And to receive an actual letter through the mail! I don't know the last time I received or wrote a letter and sent it out. I used to when I was a kid. I had a pen pal from Japan and it was always amazing to me that my letters reached her and hers reached me! The paper, the ink, the style of writing and punctuation allowed me my love and use of stationary. I still buy beautiful paper. I started scrapbooking for the variety...
I just wish that being so open about everything wasn't so accepted. A quieter, more peaceful time - paradise. They say decades repeat themselves. Couldn't we go back to the 40's and 50's just once?
I was thinking about this yesterday when I checked my facebook page and realized that I probably knew what one of my friends had for dinner every night last week, or at least every meal over the weekend. I also knew if he was having a problem, what it was, and every piece of advice from across the nation that he received. I kept my advice to myself, knowing that eventually he would get it from one of the friends who kept posting encouragement.
In the past you had the one person on the block that would look in your windows, listen over the fence, talk to the kids, and then report to the whole neighborhood what was happening in your life. If you lived out in the country you didn't even have that. Privacy. What a concept. Except no one person seems to want it anymore. "Look what's happening in my life!" seems to be the theme of the 2000's. I'm guilty myself, with this blogging and facebook.
It seems to go beyond the written word as well. Depending on the person, you might know what type of underwear they're wearing, who they love, what they hate, if they need to be on a diet, if they don't eat at all. Get the picture?
I would love to go back to the days when family secrets stayed secrets, dirty laundry was aired on the clothes line, not on the internet. I'd love to be enamoured of movie stars and never know if they were a closet drunk, or gay, or a liar and a cheat. Those were the days when Hollywood protected their own. I'd love to be able to hear inspirational stories from my friends first hand, instead of through email I have to pass on to 10 friends in order for something good to happen to me in 24 hours.
And to receive an actual letter through the mail! I don't know the last time I received or wrote a letter and sent it out. I used to when I was a kid. I had a pen pal from Japan and it was always amazing to me that my letters reached her and hers reached me! The paper, the ink, the style of writing and punctuation allowed me my love and use of stationary. I still buy beautiful paper. I started scrapbooking for the variety...
I just wish that being so open about everything wasn't so accepted. A quieter, more peaceful time - paradise. They say decades repeat themselves. Couldn't we go back to the 40's and 50's just once?
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