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July 27 DoodlesI recently came upon an old sketchbook of mine while looking for something else. It was fun to see my doodles and remember what I was thinking as I drew them. I love to doodle! I usually have my sketchbook with me just incase the mood strikes me or I have an idea I want to jot down. It's my way telling how I feel. A bit like a writer or musician expresses his or herself I guess. Some of the doodles are random little things that have nothing to do with anything. Those must have been on days I was feeling bored or a little fuzzy in the brain...lol. Here is one of my doodles. I'll add more as I get them scanned
July 25 Snowboarding in July.....We're having a heat wave here in Washington state. No airconditioning, not enough fans and too hot to do anything except go to the beach, right? Well, not if you're part of my wacky clan. "Let's go snowboarding!" One of the kids came up with that one you're probably guessing and you'd be wrong. That came straight out of the mouth of my husband. It makes more sense when you know him. This is a man who is young at heart. The only problem is that his body doesn't always agree. Anyway, off they go to Whistler, B.C. to snowboard in 90 degree heat in July. What an awesome memory they made. As for me, I stayed home in the heat and wished I was as wacky as the rest of them.
This is my daughter eating snow on the mountain. July 23 Stitching.......I'm working on a Nativity picture along with my stitching buddies, Mary and Diana, the two speed demons. This one I'm determined to get done asap, as long as I can stay focused and not let those two get me sucked into another new project.........lol. They'll be done long before me because they NEVER SLEEP! Wish me luck.... July 09 Time heals all wounds.........Time heals all wounds so they say. Time sure moves slow. Sure wish I could intervene, but I can't. So I pray for mercy and peace. July 05 My Baby's broken heart...It's a hard thing to watch your child going through a broken heart. Oh, how I long for the days when I could kiss it and make it better. I can't make it better and I can't take away the hurt. My baby is hurting and there is nothing I can do other than hold her and love her through it. It would be easier if she still lived at home but she's on her own. Letting them learn from their hurts and mistakes is a hard thing to do. I just pray this time in her life will make her a better person. Turn your troubles into stepping stones, don't let them be your tombstone. Forgive and let go. |
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