Scrappin’ life

from this sketch. Good job Cake.

This one’s for you. =) Miss you. Looking forward to seeing you in April. =) Journaling reads:

Oh how this photo cracks me up. Me in my usual unhappy face and you in your saccharine smile and trademark hands-on-the-waist pose. You have always been the fashionable one in the family, the one always ready to smile for the camera. Even then you were my style consultant, my source of fashion do’s and don’t’s. You’ve always stood out from the crowd and had an innate sense of STYLE. It’s funny how nothing’s changed. I still go to you for fashion advice after all these years. I’m glad to have you as my sister. me. 022407.

Hey guys. Just a quickie. Just wanted to share this video. Hope it makes you ponder…

This is a LO I made in response to Issue Eleven of the AEzine. The challenge is to pick one word that will define your year for you. I picked the word speak. My journaling on the left explains why I picked that word. You can’t read it very well because of the patterned paper but it reads: Too often I don’t say the words I should say. This year I resolve to speak out, speak up, speak what’s on my mind.

Supplies Used:
CS: Basic Grey (Blush)
PP: 7Gypsies, Rusty Pickle
Stickers: American Crafts
Stamp: Technique Tuesday
Rub-on: Making Memories

More white stuff coming tonight. Since the accident, I’ve been the snow patrol at our place. Always checking the forecast, looking at the thermometer. All testament to the fact that I am home and have nothing to do. Off to the Aquatic Centre this morning and as my reward, I don’t feel as tight as I did the last couple of days. Really making an effort to move around after staying in the same position for 30 minutes. Watched Pride and Prejudice after lunch. Then wrote a couple of thank you cards. Then got dinner ready. And now, I am just waiting for the familiar state of sleepiness to set in.

Reading: Rebecca 
Listening to: Sheryl Crow

home·bound2   /ˈhoʊmˌbaʊnd/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[hohm-bound] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation

–adjective 

confined to one’s home, esp. because of illness.

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[Origin: 1880–85; home + bound¹]

Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)
Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2006.

That’s what I am for today and the next 3 days or so. Hopefully not more than that. I never thought this would happen to me but I had an accident yesterday morning on my way to work. For everyone who lives in BC, you know that we had lots of snow yesterday morning from the night before. When I left home, they hadn’t cleaned up the roads yet. I took the MPV with me because I thought that would drive better in the snow. I even took the major road — Pinetree, instead of my usual Purcell. Just before I reached David Ave., I suddenly realized that I was veering to the right. I tried to brake harder (I was already pressing the brakes since I was going downhill), but nothing happened. The next thing I knew I had gone up the sidewalk and hit a fire hydrant. Everything happened so fast. Within seconds. After that, I opened my eyes and everything was spinning. My head hurt so much. I don’t know how long it took me, 3 minutes, 5 minutes to understand what had happened, and what I needed to do. I looked for my purse on the passenger seat but it had traveled to the floor after the crash. I went to pick it up and my head just pounded harder. Got my cellphone, called my boss at her house, told her I wouldn’t be able to go to work. Then called home. That was hard. I didn’t know what to say. Somehow I got the words out and my aunt said she would send somebody over. Good thing I was still close to home.

By this time all my windows were fogged up so that I couldn’t see anything outside. I rolled my window down and that’s when I saw that I had actually hit a lamppost to my left. And that’s when I realized that it was the passenger door behind me that was open (The "one of the doors is open" light was on). I would find out later that it won’t close anymore. I wrecked it pretty bad. My bro got pics, I’ll try to upload when I get the chance. And if it had hit the car a few inches from where it actually hit, I prolly would be in a worse shape than I am now. I can’t imagine what would’ve happened if it had hit my door. At this time, there was a guy in a truck who asked me if I was ok, I said I was, just waiting for help. And then I noticed an older guy trudging through the snow, slipping and sliding a couple of times, and then I realized he was coming over to see me. He asked if I was okay and I said the same thing I said to the guy in the truck. But he said, that’s ok, I’ll stay here with you. And when he said that I just started crying. Not bawling, just tears running down my face. Then I said if you’re gonna stay here with me, then come inside the car. So he stayed with me until my parents came. His name is Klaus and he lives in the apartment by the corner where I crashed. He said he saw me and that I didn’t get out so he got worried that I might not be fine, so he dressed and went down to check on me. My heart fills up when I remember that. The kindness of strangers……

When my family came, I got out of the car, and got in my sister’s car. They took me to Emerg at Eagle Ridge Hospital. We waited for maybe an hour and a half or so just to get looked at. It’s an endless series of questions. Since I work in the health field, I understand the nature of all the questions. And I tried to be as complete and helpful with my answers, but I can’t help but feel frustrated about having to wait to be looked at, about our healthcare system. All the while I was thinking, What if there was something really wrong with me and I were to just pass out or seize while waiting to be looked at? I’m sure we’ve all heard of stories like that. Anyways, the medical student finally came to get me, asked a bunch of questions. Then left to talk to the doctor. Another waiting game. By this time, my head was pounding again from the bright lights so I lay on the bed and closed my eyes. I don’t know how much time elapsed before the doctor came — just to tell me that everything looked fine.

So we went home. Slept for the most part of the day, only getting up to eat. My head doesn’t hurt as much now, but my back and my neck have started bothering me. I have a bump on my left temple, soreness on my left cheek, a big bruise on my left hip, and the back of my left shoulder bothers me the most. I’m seeing my doctor later today. I hope I’ll be better soon…….

If you’ve read this far, I wanna leave you with 3 things:
1. Drive safe — always.
2. Live like it’s your last day here.
3. Stop to ask someone if they need help.

This is making me happy. I have it up in my room. Love the pics of Shobe and me. Love the yellow and blue. Pics are from my birthday. Can’t see it from this pic but the background paper is actually stripes.

Also uploaded pics of cards that I made for a Round Robin Swap that I joined online. Can’t wait to see what I get back from the other girls.

Have a good week!

Listening to: Dixie Chicks
Reading: Chapter on Epilepsy =( 

Reading: Snow Flower and the Secret Fan
Listening to: the Christmas CD that came too late

The CD I got on Dec 31 at Future Shop for $4.99. =P My two faves are
River and Wintersong. Oh well, at least I’ll have it for next
Christmas?

The book I picked up last night at a bookstore and started reading immediately. It swallowed me up. I can’t wait to get home tonight and start reading again. It’s been a while since a book caught my attention that much. As soon as I read the first line, I knew it was a book that I will keep, one that will be on my bookshelf for years to come. And funny how life does that. Went out last night to get some fresh air, to think, to get away from all this. And it took me to a book that brought me home, to the same questions and issues that made me want to go away.

Harmless remark. No reason to get upset. But last night it was all just too much. Too much asking. Too much interest. Too much "closeness." I hate it that I let something trivial affect me, how I get nauseous and queasy; I hate that I care. I’m fine just like this. And I this belief that it’ll just come when it comes, however trite that may sound, but I don’t feel the need to go out and look everywhere for "a good match." My life revolves around these simple things: work, my hobby/passion, family, a few close friends. And until the right one comes along that’s the way it’s gonna be. And I’m perfectly happy with that. So everyone just be happy with me.

On a different note, the AEzine is back. And the word that came to mind is speak. Speak up, speak out, speak my mind; hence this post. Later.

…scrapbook!
   


So happy to catch an awesome sales yesterday at Photo Express. I spent more or less $10 on a lot of stuff! And they’re not junk. They’re actually good quality scrapbooking stuff that I will use. I already used them today!

LO about my "career," my rise to fame, ahem. It’s a relatively simple page — file folder on the outside, with a sticker that says "CAREER" on the tab. The letters I put there are letters I don’t think I will be needing. I put mc in brackets to draw attention to it. And inside the file folder, is where I had fun. Lots of embellies (which I got from the sale). Information about school and work, and then some journaling too about how I feel about my work.

Thanks for looking!