UCHS's production of Frankenstein..."a monstrous affair"!
I have admitted to being a collector of certain things: cool things like ribbon, buttons, cardstock, ink pads, stamp pads, paper flowers, paints, patterned paper, embellishments…mostly scrapbook stuff. I also have a fair collection of fabric, beads, vintage linens and felt. I like to have everything I need when the need to create arises. I generally can complete any project in the middle of the night without needing to go to the store. I generally stock up on things when they are on sale. Like when Cool Scrapbook Stuff in Poway had their “Someone’s turning 40” sale and I got the 2oz. bottles of Glimmer Mist for $4.00, I just had to stock up. Those who know me well know that I am fond of a good deal…the cheaper, the better. But free is best! This past summer, the family watched all the episodes of “Jericho” in marathon style. The good thing about waiting to watch a whole season of episodes this way is that there are no commercials. The bad thing is that you can find yourself watching with few or no breaks! This makes the intensity of the show greater. Like a good book is hard to put down, a good show is hard to turn off. Slightly off the subject: one of the things we learned on this show was that at times of disaster (which was of the
I love old things. Some go by the definition of antique, some vintage and others classic. I like antique furniture, vintage linens and especially old people. These are they that have endured the hazards of tangible existence and survived to be admired and loved by a new generation. They have a history. Then there’s classic cars. It’s not something that I have been able to collect, but I do so admire them. My way of taking them home comes in the form of photos. While the cars may not be wearing their original factory color, the restored models are bright and shiny and, well…classic and cool! It’s kind of like a whole body make-over! While attending a classic car show in Del Mar, I found myself particularly interested in the front of the cars. They looked like faces – headlights were the eyes, the hood ornament the nose and the grill the smile. And smiling was what it looked like to me! Can you see it? If I looked this good at their age, I’d smile too! Here’s to becoming a beautiful vintage person. I am not, however, getting a grill!
Last Wednesday, my #5 child passed his behind the wheel driving test on his first try! As you can see, he’s happy. Funny thing about taking a picture of your 17-year-old successfully passing the driver’s exam…you do it really quickly. The young lady before didn’t pass (she and her parents are standing right there, I’m sure being sad) and there is a long line of cars going around the corner waiting for us to get out the way. Besides, Mike needed to get to play practice. I am so grateful for my little Sony that the kids gave me for my birthday that tucks nicely into my purse and always travels with me for just such occasions. I am having a hard time coming the the realization that Michael finally has his driver’s license. The traumas of the teaching the first four are a distant memory…this last one? Not quite so gone! Not to mention that just last week I was responsible for doing the driving – well, at least I had to be the one to go along. Not that there wasn’t help from the other adults in the house, but just getting them to early morning seminary, waiting and then getting them to school took HOURS! Okay, just a couple of hours, but when you get up at 5am and can’t start working on YOUR projects until 7:30 or 8:00am, it does eat up a big part of your