“Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.” ― Dr. Seuss

This post sort of crosses over into my career, but it is a big part of who I am and effects my family, but is very much MY opinion and not a tip for reading and technology tips like my other blog.  So I am choosing to post it here.

I have recently been involved in some meetings at my daughters' school about putting the PPEL fund back in place to help fund a 1:1 technology initiative and have money available for building and transportation fixes and updates. It made me remember how riled up people get when you start talking about raising taxes to fund education. The technology committee at the school had an awesome Prezi to explain why 1:1 technology would benefit our students and I don't think anyone at the meeting disagreed with the fact that technology is important, but the meeting was soon overrun by questions about raising taxes and what exactly would happen with the money from the tax increase. I have to say the superintendent really held his own and explained how the students would benefit from all of this.

I have to give him a hand because I was involved in a budget cut at another district after an across the board cut from the state level. The administration presented the information and the school board voted to approve the cuts at a meeting on a night school was closed because of the weather and answers were never given on how decisions were made on the positions to cut. I understand that no one likes a tax increase or will agree with which positions a school could do without, but at least when the information is presented to you an informed decision or understanding can be made. It is already a blow when you hear a position you love, believe in, and work hard everyday to be the best for students is going to be eliminated because the money just isn't there, but to have it happen without what seemed like a second thought was even worse. There was never even a discussion about what else could have possibly been done to help save some or all of the positions. It was like an extra kick in the butt.

I also will never understand the complexity behind school budgeting, which is why I have no desire to be a school administrator or politician. What I do understand is my previous students are missing out on a quality education because they now have to share their librarian with the elementary school so she is only in each building part time. And it wasn't just the library that was affected. They also have to share their art, music, FCS, and PE teachers with other buildings. And I recently learned there was a drastic drop in enrollment for the year so the district must figure out how to save for next year which could mean not replacing some positions through attrition or cutting some more positions. And it is not just my previous district, my current district has one teacher-librarian for three buildings, no elementary art teacher, shares a music teacher across elementaries and I am sure their are more, but I have only been employed two months (but am an alumni) so I am still becoming reaquainted with the district. At my girls' district the PPEL vote did not pass, so it will be interesting to see what the superintendent has to say at his advisory board meeting this week about what might have to go to help fund any facility maintenance that may occur.

One of the most powerful hours on television I have ever seen was the episode of Boston Public when the principal was faced with severe budget cuts, he decided to cut all sports from the school budget so he could save the teaching positions in his school.  (I have tried to find the scene online, but have been unsuccessful.) What a concept! After all isn't school to educate our students? How many students leave our public schools and become professional athletes? I am sure I will be unpopular for having this opinion and please do not think I was not an athlete. I participated in sports in middle and high school and learned some very valuable life lessons from my golf coach, but school was not started to give children a chance to play sports. Sports were added to give students something else to go to school for and a way to help schools make money. If you think about it they are sort of a bribe. Because in order to play sports you must keep your grades up and for some students that is all that keeps them coming to school. But should that really be the reason we are education students, so they can compete in sports? Shouldn't we be educating them so they are prepared for life after public education? I will also argue the fact that kids these days have many more opportunities than when sports at school were the only option. And if you really want to excel in a sport you are going to play in a club version of the sport in the off season for more practice. You can argue that club sports cost money so they are not available to ALL students like school sports so it is not fair to make those the only option. Well then I have two questions - why are we making them so expensive and are the students not playing club sports getting as much opportunity in school sports? Think about it - what if we took those club sports and made them less expensive and available to all kids who wanted to learn. What if schools provided the place for them to do that but did not fund them? They are already letting club sports use their gyms and fields so why not have them be the ones funding and paying for the coaches? Why are we using education funding to pay coaches? I will tell you why - because if you have a good sports team you can attract students and if you have more students you get more funding! This is also why schools use bond money to have huge gymnasiums for hosting events. They can also bring money into the school by doing this, but where does that money go - to fund more athletics or to education of students - this I can not answer for sure because I am sure it is part of that mystery 'other' fund I have been told about often when asking questions about school finance.

I do NOT want to be one of those people who just complains about something - I want to make education better - I want to DO something, but I can NOT get a straight answer from anyone on what can be done....

The 'tail' end - what do you think schools, parents, and educators should do to make sure we are providing the best education for our students?

A simple fact that is hard to learn is that the time to save money is when you have some. - Joe Moore

Another holiday season has come and gone and another month of comments from my husband about my spending habits has started. I will be the first to admit that I am terrible when it comes to worrying about money. It is not something I really thought about growing up. I started babysitting when I was 10 or 11 and I had my first part-time job when I was 13, so I understand that work equals money, but I never really worried if I had money or did not. Some people have said I was spoiled because most of the time when I asked for something growing up I got it. And some said my parents were 'rich' because we lived in a new house, drove nice cars, had name brand clothes, and took vacations to Disney World and cruises to the Virgin Islands. I knew those things did not just happen, my dad spent most of my childhood on the road building carwashes and my mom worked 80+ hours a week (yes I said in one week) to give us those nice things. And I heard my share of arguments about money - especially when April rolled around and taxes were being done. But still I never really 'worried' that we would not have enough money to do things. My parents always just made it happen. Like I said, I worked for extra money and I balanced my checkbook every month and made sure I paid for things I wanted so I knew what it meant to not spend more than you had.

But, I still remember when my husband and I went to pre-marriage classes with the pastor and took the compatibility survey that money was one of the areas we were furthest apart on. He is very interested in making sure he knows where the money goes, what we are spending it on, and that we have money saved in case something comes up - which is sort of funny to me since when I met him he never balanced his check book and when I tried to do it for him it was like $200+ off... I, like I have said, don't really worry about it. As long as I can pay my bills then it is okay. I never really think about saving and the future because money will keep coming in right? We both had jobs so it was okay. 

Even when my husband decided he needed to quit his good paying job in town as an electrician to take over the family farm we still did okay. We made it work. Every year at holiday and tax time I got comments about my spending and credit card debt so I started a Christmas Club account to hopefully help with that.

Then the postpartum depression hit hard and I needed a break from my job. As I told you I never really worried about money, so I did not really think anything of the pay cut I would take to work part time for my dad and be home more with the girls and focus on my health. I was slightly freaked out when after six months my dad told me he really could not afford to pay me and my family health insurance so one was going to have to give. It ended up being the push I needed to get back into education and ultimately led me to the position I am in now, but I am not going to lie - it has been rough moneywise. My husband thinks I don't understand because if I did I would just stop spending money and we would be fine. But I am a sucker when I find a 'good' deal and I tend to go a little overboard with gifts at Christmas so the combination does tend to get me in trouble around the holidays and we spend the rest of the next year making up for it just to have the cycle happen again. 

I want it to stop and I have found an app on my phone to do this, but I am a little overwhelmed at getting started. I know I can do it - I was the only student in my class to take Advanced Accounting so I know all about checks and balances and inputing it into the computer. But right now it looks really bad because I haven't had a 'real' paycheck since I stopped working at school. And even though my dad paid me more then he should have, I have only had a few hundred dollar paychecks each month from the schools I was subbing at since September so I am not going to lie that all of the months are in the negative on my budget and graph on the website and the amount of money in our checking account just keeps going down. 

I do have to say though that January is always a tough month for us as we pay an 'estimate' on what we believe our taxes will cost us based on the previous year. You see when you are a farmer tax 'return' is not in your vocabulary.... And looking at the neat pie chart from the website from last month, the biggest chunk of the pie is for taxes. But all my husband sees are the packages that show up from a deal I found online of something I do not 'need.' 

I will admit that I am far from perfect and I am sure I buy things that I do not need. But I also spent a majority of the last year and a half in a stupor of self pity and I am sure if you look back my spending was probably half of what I normally spend. There were times when my husband did the shopping because the thought of leaving the house was too much to handle. I am sure I probably made up for it during the holidays this year, but I sort of felt like I had my life back and I wanted to embrace it to the fullest. I know I made some impulse buys and should not spend as much, but a wise woman has told me, you can't take it with you when you go...But hopefully that will not be anytime soon, so I need to do better. 

I am going to try hard to change. I think it is my late resolution for 2014. I hope I can make it happen! 

The 'tail' end - do you make sure you are saving money for the future and stay on a budget?

 - If yes - how do you do it - If no - why not? 

Memory Lane

I have been given the wonderful opportunity to start a part-time teaching position at the school I attended growing up. It has really energized me back in to believing that education is the occupation I am meant for and made me think about some of the people who made me who I am today.

When I left my teaching job a little over a year ago to focus on my health, I truly believed I would never step foot in a classroom again. Postpartum depression had such a hold on me that I believed I was not meant to be an educator and the children I taught everyday would be scarred for life because I was their teacher. (Even though I had wonderful co-workers that told me over and over that what I was doing was okay, I could not hear it.)  It was not a pleasent mind to be inside of and I was ready to leave it all behind. Over the last year I have had a lot of time to think, reflect, and remember what is important. I also have a very smart father for giving me a nudge to send my information in for a few library positions which got me talking about what I had loved doing with the students.  Even though I didn't get the first or second job I interviewed for, I started to realize how much I missed working with students and made me better prepared for how to answer the questions in the future. It also helped when I ran into a former student and she said she was sad I wasn't teaching anymore, because she had so much fun learning in Language Arts with me.

I have always enjoyed this quote -

“One hundred years from now
It will not matter
What kind of car I drove,
What kind of house I lived in,
How much I had in my bank
Nor what my clothes looked like.
But the world may be ...
a little better because...
I was important in the life of a child.”

― Forest Whitcraft

And as I read the email from my high school alumni association asking for information about how I use my education I got growing up in my life now, I realized the above quote is so true. 

I remember the kind smile that welcomed me to Kindergarten and taught me to be kind to others. I remember the soft voice of my 1st grade teacher as she shared her love of reading books with us. I still remember the joy of our teacher having twins on Veteran's Day, and anticipation of her coming back to teach us again.  (I never ran in the hallway again after another 2nd grade teacher stopped me and drug me back to my classroom -I swear by my ear - to start all over again!) I remember the joy of a mother watching her son get on the bus to go to Kindergarten outside our window each day in 3rd grade. And the other life lessons she pulled in to teach us as notes were passed and feelings were hurt as we grew into little people. I remember what a warm fuzzy and a cold prickly feel like because a guidance counselor took the time to help us explore our feelings even if we didn't realize that is what we were doing. I love to read books because my elementary librarian took the time to share books with us and create a place where my friends and I could come to read and challenge each other to read new books. I still remember devouring The Orphan Train Children series as a 3rd grader and waiting for my friends to be done to so we could move on to the next one and talk about what we had read. I cannot forget the heartache of having a new teacher mid-year in 4th grade when our teacher made the mistake of trying to make some quick money and got caught up in selling drugs. And even though it was not the same, our new teacher did not miss a beat and taught us what we needed to know! I remember the fear of having the only male teacher in elementary school for 5th grade, but the pride I had when he chose me to be the narrator for A Christmas Carol - the class play we put on and shared with our fellow 5th graders. (I could even see myself sitting behind the wall where we hung our coats and saying my lines when I went to pick up a group of 2nd graders that inhabit that room now.) I also wondered how our Social Studies teacher that year made it through having our class - as I remembered the somewhat naughty things we used to do as we waited in line to go into her room (just imagine girls just starting to wear bras and the boys who wanted to tease them!) and the distraught look on her face as her class piled out after letting her know how much they did not like her. (It was not until I became a classroom teacher and got that same feeling that I understood how much that must have hurt her.) 

I remember my middle school principal who took it way to easy on me when I was told on for 'kissing' a boy in the kiln room in the back of the art room. I still do not understand to this day why he was so easy on me and hard on the boy, but I am sure there was a reason. I will never forget the laughter that filled the room when the teacher who took our chairs away if we were caught leaning back on them, lost her balance as she was joining us in reading for SSR with her feet up on her bottom drawer, but her chair decided to tip over and all we could see was her feet sticking straight up in the air! All she could do was laugh at herself! Although I can laugh about it now, because I understand I am tone deaf, I won't forget the hurt when the Choir teacher kindly tried to tell me Choir was not the place for me. I won't forget that a majority of my teachers in 7th grade were also my parents teachers and close to retirement, but still educated us each day to the best of their ability. I am still not sure what trick my 7th grade Science teacher knew, but he had a game he played on the board with drawing and erasing circles that he only lost twice in his whole teaching career. It still baffles me to this day. And who could forget the saying from our LA teacher when she was frustrated with how we were acting "You are dumber than my dog, and my dog is dead!" It was probably true as I have learned after spending 7 years as a MS teacher that middle school kids have a strange brain! Or the Social Studies teacher we could 'trick' into talking about his birds or Iowa sports instead of teaching us Social Studies for the day and the tootsie rolls he gave us when we had the right answer! I will also never forget the lesson I learned from my 8th grade Science teacher when I wrote my answers down to my test and gave them to a friend in the next class so she could use them when she took her test, but she got caught with them and we both failed the test. Or how about the two movies that are ingrained in my mind forever, one from 7th grade Science about animal cruelty and the beating of seals to kill them and the other of a man blowing to pieces at the beginning of Glory in 8th grade Social Studies. But I will also never be cruel to an animal or take for granted the fact that we are the country we are today because of the fight between two opposing viewpoints of our growing country. I will never forget the kindness of my 7th, 8th, and 9th grade basketball coaches after I pulled my achilles tendon and realized I am not coordinated enough for basketball, but they still included me as the manager for the team, until the parents and girls became too competitive for me to understand why missing one point on their stat chart was a big deal when I was watching all five of them trying to get it all down. 

I will not forget how to give a speech thanks to great LA teachers in 8th and 9th grade - which came in very handy in Oral Communications in college. I will also never forget how embarrassed I could make my 10th and 11th grade English teacher when I chose to do research papers on birth control, teen pregnancy, and AIDS (just to get him riled up) and the slightly r-rated scenes I threw in my fiction creations in creative writing. I really want to send him a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey and tell him that could have been me if he hadn't stifled my creativity. (He didn't totally put it out, just enough to make me wonder if I was doing something wrong...) I would love to thank my 12th grade comp teacher and HS Librarian for ALL their tips on research and writing. I was truly prepared for college because of them. We had a Science department that kept us thinking - with mystery labs, dissections, and the periodic table. And if I could I would thank my HS Physics teacher for giving me a hard time for deciding to take a different class at semester because I would never need to know Physics in my real life. (A story I told all of my 6th grade Science classes when we began our study of Physical Science at the beginning of the year!) I will never claim that Math is my strong suit, but I do understand Algebra because of wonderful Math teachers who would not give up on my non-math brain. I proudly kept that A circular trigonometry test until I left home for college and I will never forget that 12x5 is 60 after I was called to remember it on the spot everyday for a week until I could remember my simple math facts. Our how about my business teacher who could always tell when you weren't quite paying attention in class and would find that moment to call on you with a question like 'what color is the grass' to bring you back in and make sure you were listening the next time he randomly called on someone. I can also know help my husband each year get his taxes ready for our family farm because of the time I spent being the only student learning computer accounting (the wave of the future) my Senior year. I also had amazing Social Studies teachers that took the time to be sure we were learning the newest things in education. I still remember doing a Hyperstudio project for American History and the painstaking time it took to make and edit each slide so it would present just right! It makes me appreciate Prezi so much more now! I can also still tell you what the Bay of Pigs Invasion was from verse I had from the We Didn't Start the Fire project. I can still hold my own in a debate and realize that I am not always right and that is okay because our government teacher was smart enough to engage us in debating topics that interested us and brought in state legislators to let us debate with too. We may have also prepared a young teacher for his future career when he joined us as a first year teacher our Senior year. We may not have been the best behaved when we lost all our participation points in one class period or drove off in a friends car that was acting as the visual aid of a time machine, but we did make up for it when we created the shirts with his picture and sold them to anyone who wanted them to say we were sorry for the hell we gave him. It probably didn't make up for our behavior, but we were seventeen and didn't really know any better at the time. (not an excuse - just the truth!) I will never be as healthy as I was in high school when my PE teachers made sure I was getting my exercise two to three times a week and made sure I participated even though I would rather walk then run and I could always manage to 'forget' who got me out in dodge ball so I could sit on the sidelines most of the class. I can also be a good mom and wife because I had Home Ec teachers that allowed us to learn how to follow a recipe and drive a car and quiet a crying electronic baby at the same time. Or the French teachers who took on the tough job of teaching us a new language at an age far beyond when brains were ready to learn it. And taking time out of their summer to take us to France to explore the culture. Especially for not sending us home when we got a little too immersed in the culture and drank a beer in a cafe she saw us leaving with the empty glasses on the table. I even learned the hard lesson that those decisions follow you home when I sat in front of a panel of teachers to defend my character as a National Honor Society member if I made the decision to drink underage. I still believe I had a lot of character to own up for my mistake by admitting to drinking the beer in the cafe, but it is true it was not good character to drink in high school. I may not have understood it at the time, but by making the decision to remove me from NHS you taught me the lesson that actions have consequences and that is better than any lesson I could have learned about math or writing. I would not be the person I am today without the influence of my high school journalism teacher and all the things he taught me about investigating, writing, and creating a great publication. He is the reason I pursued television broadcasting in college but ultimately realized I was meant to work with students and pass on my kindness and knowledge to others, thus continuing for my masters degree in School Library Media Studies. His truth, honesty, and pursuit to help us learn in everything we did has truly made me who I am as an educator and a person. 

I can also not forget the pride I felt when I heard some teachers talk about how they would miss our class when we graduated because we were so caring and for the most part all got along, even with underclassmen. I think it helped we started off the year on an exciting note by bringing the wooden pig home from Manchester with a shocking 50 point victory on the football field, had a football team that broke out in a Righteous Brother song at the Homecoming Pep Assembly, and had the first winning football season in 10+ years. That was a lot coming from the class they were afraid to have in high school because we were the only 7th grade class stripped of our field trip privileges because of our classroom behavior and the class that broke the shocks on the school bus when we came for freshman orientation because we were bored waiting for the bus driver and decided to jump up and down to see what it might do to the bus. I think you could say we grew up just a little. 

I have learned a lot of life lessons since I graduated from high school, but would not be where I am today if all the people who took the time to educate me as a child and young adult would not have been there to start me on my way. I only hope I can be half of that for some child someday. (even if they realize it or not)

I also know I would not be who I am without my family and friends and they have shown up in other posts like I do not regret the things I have done, but those I did not do and many more that will still be written! 

The 'tail' end - please share any of your memories from a special teacher(s) in your life! 

Girls just want to have fun

I have seen a few blog posts by moms about having all children of the same sex and being the mommy if three beautiful little girls I thought I would chime in.

We have not found out the sex of my children before they were born. I feel there are not many things in life that are a surprise so why ruin it. And this is coming from a girl who once carefully unwrapped and wrapped back up her Christmas presents because she couldn't take the suspense. Plus it gives me something to think about during labor other than the pain. We only had a girls name picked out for our oldest daughter because I really wanted to name her after my great grandma Grace. I was pretty excited when she was born and I heard my friend Mandie say 'yes' because she was right that she had guessed she was a girl. With our second daughter we only had a boys name picked out. I was so huge when I had her I was sure she was a big baby boy like her daddy (he was 11 lbs. when he was born.) I was surprised to hear she was an almost 10 lbs girl and we had to go back to the drawing board for a name. I was kind of excited though because I only have a brother and always thought it would be fun to have a sister, so now my girls had each other for that. When we decided to have our third child I am sure my husband hoped everyday for a boy in this crazy house of estrogen. I wanted him to have that little boy to follow him around and hopefully someday take over the farm, but in the back of mind I thought another girl would be nice. We already had all the clothes and I was used to the giggles and girls in the house, what was I going to do with a boy? In the excitement she gave us when she was born by surprise in the bathroom of the hospital room that I was more worried about how the nurse caught her before she splashed into the world in the toilet then if she was a boy or a girl. It was probably really the next morning (as I was pretty tired from the sleeping pill I had taken to get some rest before my epidural) before I truly realized we had another girl. Even after my extreme bout with post partum depression, I would not trade her for anything as just like all my girls she can make me smile when times are hard.

Do I wonder about having a boy to follow my husband around the farm and learn all about dairy farming, of course... My grandma had three girls and then my dad and I tend to share other things about me with her and that really makes me wonder if we should try just one more time. I already have the perfect name picked out and I always wanted to have a big family. But do I wonder about having another baby and going through postpartum depression again, absolutely... Should I let that fear stop me? I am still not sure, so stay tuned.

The 'tail' end - comment below with what you like about your family dynamic - all girls - all boys - a mix of both.

My 2013 'ah ha' moment

As the day ends I realized it is the end of 2013 (where did the year go?) I began to think about how far I have come this year. I started out the year still in sort of a funk and am ending the year better then I have felt in almost two years. 

Even though I would never wish post partum depression on anyone and I hope it's evil face never shows it face to me again, but as I started to think today, I think it has made me a better person. As I rushed around the kitchen today making a homemade lunch of hash brown casserole (recipe via Pinterest!), finishing up my husband's jello cake (reminder recipe via Pinteret) for his birthday, and trying (but failing) to make a homemade whipped topping (found via Google search - pinned to Pinterest) I wondered where this person had come from? 

I have always been creative (I sort of took off when I learned to make bubble letters at summer day camp sponsored by the Parks & Rec when I was in elemntary school.) and I continue to enjoy seeing a finished project ready to be displayed or given as a gift. But the kitchen is not normally my comfort zone. (My husband will tell you he is deprived of sweets because I don't always have a pan on the counter like his mom did growing up.) I normally hate all the dishes cooking and baking make. So this person sliding around the kitchen was not really me. 

Then I had what I always loved to see from my students and I called the 'ah ha' moment. The moment when the last puzzle piece fits, the ribbon is tied on the present, the color fills the page, the moment it all makes sense

So is it possible that PPD has made me a better person? Even as hard as the road has been, I think I have come out on the other side better. I now really appreciate what I have, because at some points over the last two years I felt like my family would have been better off without me and thought about doing something to make myself disappear. So I am truly grateful for everyday I am able to hug my girls and husband because it could have ended very differently. 

I may never understand why I felt so sad during such a happy occasion in my life, but I can learn from it and try to make the most of what I have today. So as 2013 comes to an end and I look forward to the opportunities of 2014, I can only hope I will continue to learn and grow as I try to navigate the twists and turns of life. 

The 'tail' end - comment below with any of your reflections or ah ha moments from 2013. 

A year end shot of the whole family (even Saige & Tessa the new dolls) with Mark's Farmall ice cream cake! 

Milk and Cookies from the funny farm

I hope your card found you in happy spirits for this wonderful season and you were able to find the blog okay. It was quite a road getting them to you, but well worth the journey! (See the story below letter)

I have decided to go digital with my annual milk and cookies update. So I hope all of you have been able to take a minute and find the link on or in your Christmas card. Please enjoy our yearly update as much as I enjoy writing it. I hope it finds your family happy and full of holiday cheer :)

 

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My Christmas Card Creation Catastrophe...

 It all started when I sat down to make the card on Snapfish when they had a 60% off sale and my pictures were too large to fit in their boxes and shrinking them did little but lose quality. After a sorry but there is nothing we can do chat with Snapfish I opened Picaboo to try out their cards. At first I was having the same problem, but their online chat was much more helpful and I was off creating what I wanted. They happened to be running a buy 40 get 20 free promotion so I jumped on it after checking with online chat to make sure the promotion meant if I ordered 40 I would get an additional 20 so 60 cards in total. An hour after I submitted the order I remembered I forgot to put the web address for the blog on the card so I again hopped on to online chat where I was very kindly told you only have 30 minutes to cancel and change orders. No problem, it was my fault for being forgetful. I then waited 10 days for my cards to arrive and get them ready to send. But when I opened the package I had only 40 cards.... I promptly called Picaboo support the next morning to see what happened. The nice customer service rep explained to me the discount was applied and I received 20 cards free, but misunderstood the 20 additional cards statement from my online chat, even though it made perfect sense to him because he worked there... I am still unaware how I misunderstood 20 additional cards, but I guess I do not work at Picaboo... So in panic mode I tried to figure out how I was going to get additional cards in time to send for Christmas when one hour photo from Wal-Mart popped in my head. I went searchimg to see if cards were available in one hour and YES they are. So I went to work creating a card to order, but the pictures would not upload. After trying different browsers, restarting my computer with some choice words I emailed Wal-Mart and found out you can email pics and they will upload. Problem solved, right? An hour and a half before I needed to take girls to sitter for Christmas presents I was finally creating. Once again I ran into the size issue (as Wal-Mart and Snapfish are identical sites) but I found a layout that would work and I very quickly pasted in picture and our names with one hour to when they would be ready and I was dropping girls off. Problem solved, right? I waited 10 minutes in line and Wal-Mart photo counter and watched employee 'search' for my cards. He finally found them in the drawer he started with and I was on my way. When I opened the cards at home, I noticed in my hurry to get them made, I did not see the pre entered names of the people in the store-made example card....So my card had our names and 5 additional names....Well since I forgot to put web address on cards, I decided to put stickers on these cards with web address and create small cards to put in Picaboo cards. I was in business and the girls were stuffing, licking, and labeling (until their attention switched to something else) We were all stuffed and ready when I realized I had like 20+ extra cards and some of my addresses were missing, so I went to work checking off who I did and did not have. I am not sure what happened during export of addresses, but it seems middle column was deleted... I managed to figure it all out and was ready to finish the stuff, stamp, label, and send! And as I sit here and type this I have 20 extra cards because I guess I got excited when I ordered and added 20 extra cards to the number I needed. So we will see what kind of craft project I can experiment with.

Sweet Treats - part 4

001 collage (1), a photo by mmggkane on Flickr.

Here is the fourth collage of pictures from making sweet treats at the funny farm where everyone is gathering up the goodies to share or take home and enjoy!