I spent the better part of Friday afternoon messing around with some of my photos. I mentioned a while ago that a few of my coworkers were planning a boutique to be held at the office. They had asked if I’d be interested in doing something with my photos and selling them at the boutique and I agreed.
Being the procrastinator that I am, I had done nothing to this point other than think about what I would do. I decided to simply print and frame some of my stuff. So yesterday, Black Friday, Mark tells me he wants to run to a couple of stores, one of them being a store where I could purchase the frames I had yet to buy for the boutique. So we braved the crowds and stood in a check-out line that reached the back of the store. But it was worth it. I purchased ten frames that were normally priced at $14.99 a piece, on sale for around $6.00 each.
When I got home, I had Kacey help me select some photos to include in the sale. Many of the photos were taken in my yard or around the neighborhood. I spent the next several hours editing them. The editing was very basic stuff because I haven’t even learned yet how to use PhotoShop which I just received as a gift from my awesome friend, Mike.
I then sent an online order for 5 x 7 prints to my local Target Photo Center and was able to pick them up later in the day. Not all of them have been framed, and I ordered duplicates of everything, just in case someone wanted to swap what’s in a frame for a different photo. I have all the extras in an album. I suppose I could use the album to take orders for additional prints too, if it comes to that. Maybe I’m being overly optimistic.
I’ll need to charge $12.00 per framed photo just to recoup my costs, so I’m thinking I should charge a little bit more than that. I don’t know… what would you pay if you were to buy something like this? If I had purchased the frames at the regular price, I’d have to charge a lot more than $12.00. But I’m nervous now. I wonder if anyone will even be interested in this stuff.
Here’s a closer look at the pictures for sale.
We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures ~ Thornton Wilder
Sitting in the quiet while the rest of my family sleeps, enjoying the calm before the chaos of the day begins, and pondering thankfulness, it occurs to me that our lives are filled with ups and downs and joys and sorrows. Every single day of our lives we are met with challenges as well as rewards.
Today is a day set aside to remind ourselves that in spite of the ongoing difficulties life often brings us, we are not left to suffer it alone and without the encouragement and love of family and friends. Every day brings reason to be thankful if we only stop to realize it.
Most heavy on my heart today is the fact that I miss my mom. I miss sitting in her kitchen and talking with her. I miss sharing this day with her and the smell of the sweet-sour cabbage she always cooks for the Thanksgiving meal; a staple of her German heritage. And I remind myself that although I miss her, she is merely a few states away. I can pick up the phone and call her. I can get on a plane and go see her. And when spring rolls around again, she and my dad will be back within walking distance of me for the warmer part of the year.
So as I contemplate the sadness I feel at the distance between Mom and me, I also remember that one of my greatest blessings this year is my sister’s return to our home state. There are no more long distance charges when I want to call her. There are no more limitations as to the number of times I get to see her in a given year. She’s ten minutes away and I can go visit almost whenever I like.
My oldest son is home from school.
My children are all healthy, productive and happy.
Mark and I are both employed.
Our lives are filled with wonderful and loving friends.
My life may have its share of challenges but it is abundant and I am blessed.
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!
Here were are, on the eve of Thanksgiving already. I never did find Winslow. Winslow is a stuffed turkey. Not the kind of turkey that’s stuffed with stuffing. The kind of turkey that’s stuffed with polyfill. The cute decorative kind with a beak and a colorful set of tail feathers. He looked kind of like this:
He usually serves as a centerpiece on my table during the month of November. But when I looked in the Rubbermaid box labeled “Thanksgiving” that sits in the storage area (laundry room), he was not there. Where would a stuffed turkey run off to? I wonder if he was disgruntled about the working conditions. All I asked of him was that he sit there on my table and look pretty. Maybe he wanted to be appreciated for his mind and not just ogled and fondled because he’s such a handsome little dude.
Winslow, please come out of hiding! I promise, we’ll treat you right!
(Translation: Terri needs to work on her organizational skills.)
It was a rather uneventful Monday night for the Ball Busters, at least in comparison to previous weeks. There were no undergarment mishaps to speak of, so as far as I know, there was no bra-less bowling taking place on our lane.
Our first game was neck and neck and we beat The Sleepers by one. The next two games were won easily and our hold on second place is solid again, though we’re going to have to step it up if we are ever going to knock the Mattie’s Lanes team out of their first place position.
It was brought to our attention that our celebratory WOOT-WOOTing is not well received by some of the men’s teams, and since we were playing directly next to the men this week, we toned it down. Unfortunately for the men who aren’t appreciative of our enthusiasm, the WOOT-WOOTing has caught on and could still be heard from the women a few lanes down from us. Also unfortunate for the disapproving men, it seems there are other men’s teams who rather enjoy the noise we make. When returning from a trip to the ladies’ room, one of them stopped me and asked, “Why are you guys so quiet tonight?”
I told him we were shushed and pointed out one of the guys on his opposing team. He asked me, “Did you tell him to stick it up his *ss?”
I laughed and told him that one of the other girls just looked at him and said, “Bite me!”
We are not to be intimidated, but we know enough to lighten up when our enthusiasm is under-appreciated. Not to worry, the Ball Busters famous antics are likely to resume just as soon as we are safely positioned between two women’s teams again.
My Sunday was a total loss. I woke up at 3:00 a.m. in a cold sweat and my head feeling as if it were on the verge of exploding. I’ve never had a migraine before, and if this wasn’t one, it had to have come close. The pain was so severe I grew short of breath. It hurt to lie down. It hurt to sit up. I went in search of a cold pack, thinking it might help. Before I could find one, I took some Tylenol, then ended up in the bathroom where the Tylenol promptly came back up.
It took a while for me to finally get back to sleep, and I only woke up later when Mark came to check on me at 11:30. I thought I should get out of bed and do something with what was left of the day. But after sitting and talking with Mark and the kids a bit, I still felt a dull pain and ended up sneaking back to bed for another couple of hours. I finally felt human again around 2:00. I showered and dressed, did a couple loads of laundry, and then…parked myself in the recliner with a blanket and pillow…and slept some more. I never left the house at all yesterday. I just felt as if I’d been put through a wringer. I have a new appreciation for people who suffer migraines on a regular basis. I don’t know how you do it!
Since I wasn’t my usual entertaining self, Mark and Jake spent the afternoon stringing Christmas lights on all the pine trees behind our house. The trees are behind the privacy fence, so we won’t even be able to see them, but they’ll be very visible to all the traffic on our road, which is a lot. Late in the day, Mark turned the lights on and reported that they looked great. Kacey has strong opinions about the appropriateness of Christmas decorations too early in the season. Her response was a disgusted, “I can’t believe we’re one of those houses with Christmas lights lit before Thanksgiving!”
I’d have been inclined to agree with her, but I was too wiped out to care. Thankfully, I feel much better today.
I started my post yesterday with the words, “Happiness is…” It reminded me of a book I had as a kid. Anyone remember Happiness is a Warm Puppy by Charles M. Schultz?
The book was all about simple pleasures. It serves as a reminder that it’s often the little things in life that make us smile. Even in the midst of all the chaos, bad news, the kids bickering, the demands of work and home, there are little things that see us through each day. So I got to thinking about all the simple things that made me happy or brought a smile this week…
- A phone call from a friend and a long, easy conversation
- Reading and getting lost in a good story
- Hugs from my kids
- The prospect of a short work-week ahead
- Knowing Brad will be home for the holidays
- Sleeping in
- Being asked by Jake, “What can I help with?” Then he dusted the living room!
- Coffee with hazelnut creamer
- Bowling with the girls
- Getting a chiropractic adjustment just when I needed it most
- Having my hubby leave with my car and bringing it back washed and detailed
- a down comforter on a cold morning
- a snuggly cat
- laughing with my sister
- Singing along with the radio in the car
Life is good!
What were your simple pleasures this week?
Happiness is having a best friend who gives you birthday gifts with special meaning. (Those who have been reading a while will recall that when bowling, if one doesn’t get a strike or a spare, one’s team mates would never respond with “You suck.” One’s team mates will encourage one with “Nice try!”)