Cricut

I was never really an arts and crafts person until I became pregnant with my son. Then all of a sudden I got creative. I began journaling like crazy and keeping all kinds of stuff for him. I've kept personal journals since I was in the 6th grade so it wasn't that hard to start journaling for him. From the time I found out I was pregnant I started writing "Dear Nathan" letters and still continue until this day and now I have "Dear Peyton" letters for our daughter and I love it. I tell them everything from current events, to our faith in Christ, and even little things like "Hey Peyton you clapped today for the first time."

So Sam noticed this interest and got me the nicest gift for Christmas. It's the Cricut (cutting) machine. It was kind of funny because one of his co workers had a Cricut and he saw it and figured it was something I'd love. He didn't know that I'd seen an infomercial for it back in March and loved it then. So it was a really big surprise to see it on Christmas morning. And now he's really created a monster. I'm on a huge scrap booking kick and totally enjoying it.

I went to my first scrap booking class this past Monday at Archivers and loved it. And I've been surfing Youtube watching craft channels. I already bought a few accessories (until Sam capped me off:-) and created a few things that don't look half bad. There's several more free classes I'm going to attend. The ladies I met in my first class were so nice.

Sam picked up a 10 mega pixel camera that someone was giving away for free on Craigs list. It was dropped and eaten by their dog and the screen busted...but it still takes great pics and hey I said it was free right! And he's shopping for a photo printer for me so I can add pics to their scrapbooks and journals.

It's nice to keep stuff for them. I love writing them letters. They get my thoughts in my handwriting and they'll probably make great heirlooms one day. I'm brutally honest with them at times. They get to hear my struggles, when I'm happy, and I constantly tell them how much Christ means to me and my relationship with Him and how important it is that they accept Christ into their lives. They also hear how much I respect and love their father. Those sort of things and I'm just happy that with the cricut I can get even more creative with the way their journal entries look.

If any of you are crafty please share all websites with me!

Rediscovered

There was a show on last night called "Rediscovered." Where the producer of the Mickey Mouse Club brought back 5 people who'd auditioned for the show when they were kids to sing in front of a live audience. The people are now grown and 4 out of the 5 were married and the winner got $50,000 in cash. None of them are stars now.

I'm still waiting for my call. Many of you don't know this but I auditioned for the Mickey Mouse Club when I was in the fifth grade. I'm not kidding I really did. My parents brought me to Cleveland and I auditioned. I passed the singing part - not to brag but my voice is ok. Please don't ask me to sing you any solos I wouldn't put it in the category of great...no one would every say "That girl can sang" (those of you brought up in my family know that if the term "sang" is used then you can really blow)...don't forget that Britney Spears made it, so me saying I passed the singing part isn't that big of a deal. Of course Christina Aguliera was on there too but I can't even touch her singing wise. But anyway I passed the singing part but got the boot when I went on to the dancing part of the audition.



I never looked back. I'm actually glad I didn't make it in show business. I'm so happy with Sam and our children and I would hate to be followed all the time by the paparazzi. I honestly wouldn't mind the money though (hey I have to be truthful) but I'd hate the fame...Ok, I'm lying, I would like to sign a few autographs LOL but I wouldn't want the lasting fame where I get no privacy. And I have to admit, it would be kind of cool to be called to go on the "Rediscovered" show.




I have to call my parents to make sure the producers didn't call. I could see my mother on the phone, "Who? Mickey Mouse. LaToya doesn't live here anymore." LOL I'll have to call my mom to let her know just in case.