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pink chucks and a whole lot more

what a weekend!

Spent the time wearing in my new shoes – Pink Chuck Taylor High Tops. Sigh love my Cons, but after talking to Mum about the pain I get from wearing shoes a visit to the doc will be in order to see about orthotics, I can’t remember the last pair of lace-ups that actually were comfy but I do so love my Cons – They are pink!

Went out with Leanne and Barb to Freestyle on Friday night, Beth was busy 🙁 we had a great time, chatting, laughing, eating yummy stuff.

Did some Scrapbooking, felt so great to be able to sit down and play – need to get photos printed so I can have some recent stuff to play with.

Had a blast drinking Skyy Platinum’s and taking over Mouse’s hand in Poker (we were playing Texas Hold em, had not played that style before and really enjoyed it). Teasing, Bluffing, Laughing.

Sean had three netball games on Saturday night, the team came second in all of them but hey. For the last couple of games Sean has been playing Goal Keeper instead of Shooter, so no photos of him attacking but rather him defending, love this one of him jumping to block. I would need springs in my shoes to jump like he does.

Had another Random Breath Test on the way home from netball. Makes it two in 29 days!

Went to the movies and saw The Longest Yard, was the biggest crack up and what is an Adam Sandler movie without Rob Schneider, when he came on the screen, the movie theatre all cheered 🙂

 Now home, getting ready to work tomorrow morning. Hope you all had a good weekend.
 

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becoming creative

Any activity becomes creative when the doer cares about doing it right, or doing it better.

— John Updike

This was the Real Simple thought of the day today and just thought it was so fitting with scrapbooking.

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hide and seek

The OC has introduced or re-introduced me to many, many songs, in fact maybe I just watch it for the music (who am I kidding). Well in the Finale an incredibly enchanting song was played. Which since getting the song I have had on continuos repeat. It wakes up something inside me, during essay writing last night, when I had a block I would listen to the song a couple of times and then go back and type 🙂 Motivating music. So much of my life is about Music, sounds. When I am on the bus with earphones in my ear, I am not just listening to the music but to everything happening around me. The melody of life with the harmony of music flowing and weaving around it. Just Listen.

Hide and Seek
by Imogen Heap

where are we? what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just began to fall
crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling
spin me around again and rub my eyes
this can’t be happening
when busy streets a mess with people would stop to hold their heads heavy

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines?
all those years they were here first

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasue moments hung before
the takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still alive

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines? oh, you won’t catch me around here
blood and tears they were here first

mm what you say
oh that you only meant well, well of course you did
mm what you say
mm that it’s all for the best, of course it is
mm what you say
that IT’S JUST what we need, you decided this
mm what you say
what did she say?

ransom notes keep falling at your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling no i don’t believe you
you don’t care a bit you don’t care a bit

you don’t care a bit
you don’t care a bit
you don’t care a bit
you don’t care a bit
you don’t care a bit

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so happy!

bookJust over a year ago, I was given the opportunity to work on a book called The Complete Book of Creative Scrapbooking, published by Murdoch Books. In the book other than myself is Helen Williams, Tracy Robinson, Barbara Schipplock, Dawn Stan, Ngaire Bartlam, Lynita China, Abby Hogarth, Jody Dent-Pruks and Mischell Lancett. The book was put together by a fantastic lady who I am glad to have had the pleasure of working with Melody Lord.

This book caused much stress in my life, debating over if the work I had created was good enough, was it creative enough etc. Well today, all that went away!

When I arrived home from uni a courier package was sitting on my desk, I looked over the box trying to find out who it was from as I had not purchased anything recently so was not expecting anything. Well I opened it up and much to my delight, the book was inside!!!! I have just spent the last little while leaving a voice mail for Sean to tell him it arrived, emailing Melody with my praise, pouring over the book. Very Happy!

In the book I contributed five projects, one of Sean playing Cricket, one of my brothers in Iceland (with a photo by Karl), one of a dear friend Beth’s Daughter, one of Postcards from Karl and one of a flower 🙂

So Happy! So Happy!

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music

The one thing I undoubtedly miss the most from High School (other than near daily doughnut persons and caramel slices, for which my figure shows the absence of such goodies) is music.

I miss so much my beloved Olga, my farting bedpost, more commonly identified as a Bassoon. I miss afternoons and mornings of rehearsals. I miss Jabsy chiding me for not practicing. I miss the enjoyment that I got through Music.

Olga was a Fox Renard 41, When I have the money (sometime after finishing uni but before kids) I will be buying a Bassoon, it may not be a 601 that could be considered the Rolls Royce of the Fox line-up. It probably will be a 222, though if any one has a spare US$16K, feel free to buy me a 601 🙂 I will start taking lessons and putting the dedication into it that I didn’t when in High School.

When I was with Karl in San Jose after I finished year 12, I made a trip up to Berkely to visit Forrests, I may not have bought anything and saw the sales assistants as utter snobs, but I was awed by the fact that whilst in that store I was surronded by other double reeders.

Whilst I do have a flute, for which I played before changing to the Bassoon, she just didn’t bring me the satisfaction that Olga brought me. Also I never was a decent flute player ;).

Not just Olga I miss but the busyness of getting ready for a concert, the singing in choirs. I miss making music.