Showing posts with label Big Brother Superhero. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Big Brother Superhero. Show all posts
26 September 2012
Titleless, Even
A mostly wordless post about a titleless layout. Nothing was coming to me. So I just embellished it like crazy. Bahaha!
Have I ever mentioned how much I love scrapbooking? and my big brother superhero? and doilies???
19 September 2012
Double the Fun
I am so clever. My title covers two subjects: my double duty at work and my double scrapbook post. I am so proud of myself. Teehee.
So my double duty at work: because of my health problems (aka passing out at seemingly random times), they're "promoting" me. Instead of being the AR clerk pretending to be a receptionist, I am simply going to be an AR clerk. This means that I'll be inside with the rest of the normal people instead of out in the elevator lobby. It also means that I'll get a bit more money. And that I don't have to wear my TAC skirts every day of the week. Yay for jeans, cute tops, and 'cessories!
However, this week, I'm BOTH. I'm learning how to do a full time job... which means I'm doing everything that my new full time job will involve and doing my receptionist job. If you call the corporate office, my "thank you for calling" may be said really quickly and not quite so happily. I'm a bit frazzled. (Hey, you try doing two full-time jobs in a normal 8 hour day. Exactly.) So the fun in the title refers to this face a bit... sarcastically.
The double scrapbook post:
The "Sanctus" I did on Sunday... rather fittingly, I think. It's a shot a snapped at my graduation Mass from the choir loft. I just love it when all the servers have the candles and incense and kneel in front. Such a moving visual. And just for those who are Latin illiterate, "sanctus" means "holy," which is the part of the Mass we were singing at the time of this picture.
The "Croquet Date" layout I did today. The picture is from my second date with my "big brother." It was a big group win-a-date. We ate snacks and drank beer. A lot of beer. In this particular picture, Chris is telling me "you need to put the stick lower." And this was at the beginning of the afternoon. By the end of the afternoon, I'd swing, completely miss, topple over from the momentum, and crash land on my tush. Graceful, yeah. Maybe that's why he "broke up with me" on the way back to campus.
So my double duty at work: because of my health problems (aka passing out at seemingly random times), they're "promoting" me. Instead of being the AR clerk pretending to be a receptionist, I am simply going to be an AR clerk. This means that I'll be inside with the rest of the normal people instead of out in the elevator lobby. It also means that I'll get a bit more money. And that I don't have to wear my TAC skirts every day of the week. Yay for jeans, cute tops, and 'cessories!
However, this week, I'm BOTH. I'm learning how to do a full time job... which means I'm doing everything that my new full time job will involve and doing my receptionist job. If you call the corporate office, my "thank you for calling" may be said really quickly and not quite so happily. I'm a bit frazzled. (Hey, you try doing two full-time jobs in a normal 8 hour day. Exactly.) So the fun in the title refers to this face a bit... sarcastically.
The double scrapbook post:
The "Sanctus" I did on Sunday... rather fittingly, I think. It's a shot a snapped at my graduation Mass from the choir loft. I just love it when all the servers have the candles and incense and kneel in front. Such a moving visual. And just for those who are Latin illiterate, "sanctus" means "holy," which is the part of the Mass we were singing at the time of this picture.
The "Croquet Date" layout I did today. The picture is from my second date with my "big brother." It was a big group win-a-date. We ate snacks and drank beer. A lot of beer. In this particular picture, Chris is telling me "you need to put the stick lower." And this was at the beginning of the afternoon. By the end of the afternoon, I'd swing, completely miss, topple over from the momentum, and crash land on my tush. Graceful, yeah. Maybe that's why he "broke up with me" on the way back to campus.
20 August 2012
Head Over Heels
I'm in love. I'm in love with scrapbooking. I want to do more. I want to create beautiful pages to which I paste family photos. It's a great way to use some of my many, many photographs. I love to photograph. When I'm rich (yeah, that's not going to happen), I want to buy a really nice camera. At the moment, I have the nicest point-and-shoot that money can buy... and it takes good pictures. With scrapbooking, I hope to take an image I love and devote a whole page to it and the story behind it.
Like my dear friend who was a beautiful bride...
Or my second date with my "big brother" .... (not as weird as it sounds)
Or my Italian Mama posing for summertime pictures...
17 July 2012
Reality vs. Imagination
I totally get carried away in the imagination department. I always have. It usually leans toward the "panic because there's an impending disaster" kind of imagining. My recent experience was no exception.
Here are the factual events:
Sunday, 11 a.m. - I sent a text to my "big brother" in Michigan, letting him know that I'd mailed him a chocolate cake.
Sunday, 8 p.m. - Something happened that made me really, really, really want to have some big brother time, but 1) it was late in MI and 2) he hadn't ever texted me back, so he obviously wasn't around.
Monday, 9 a.m. - I got a text from him, telling me that he was just headed back from vacation so he hoped it hadn't gone bad. I told him to put ice cream on it if it was dry and then proceeded to vent at him about the other thing via text for the next seven hours. (hey, I'm a girl. These things are necessary.)
Here's what happened in my head:
Sunday, 11 a.m. - I really hope that cake didn't get lost. It really should've been there by now. I'll send a text and see if maybe he just hadn't mentioned that it had arrived.
Sunday, 12 p.m. - hm... it's been an hour. Maybe MI fell off the face of the earth.
Sunday, 3 p.m. - Ok, this is really unusual, even for him. Maybe something bad happened to him...
Sunday, 5 p.m. - OH MY GOSH, HE HAS CANCER AGAIN. I saw that facebook thing about a CT scan a while ago and never heard that he was ok so maybe he relapsed or whatever they call it when cancer comes back. Come to think of it, I haven't seen anything from him OR his dad on facebook or twitter for at least a week. OH MY GOSH, HE'S DYING. CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP panic panic panic panic PAAANIIIIIC!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, 8 p.m. - Wow, that email totally turned my world upside down (totally different story that won't be shared... at least for like 30 years. It's going to take that long to look back on it and laugh). I I really want to talk to him about this... BUT if I'm right in my panic-stricken imaginings, my relationship problems are going to seem so trite and pathetic and unimportant and dumb and he'll hate me for bringing them up. That text would be so humiliating to receive: I'm sorry you're having this problem, but I have cancer. Keep your problems to yourself, honey. At least until you find out for sure if he's dying.
Several times throughout night - Wake up panic-stricken and pray he doesn't have cancer. I said so many Hail Mary's during those 8 hours when I should have been sleeping.
Monday, 9 a.m. - My big brother texts me letting me know that they're coming back from a 9 day vacation. Cue relief and a feeling of idiocy. Oh. He was on vacation. Ok. I can tell him about my trite, pathetic, unimportant, and dumb relationship problems now with a clean conscience.
Like I mentioned before, we texted sporadically back and forth for seven hours (with a break for my dentist visit and interview downtown). I cannot tell you how helpful it was. My Italian Mama tweeted him later to thank him for being the bringer of "sanity, perspective, and the epically placed cuss word."
Big brothers are so much better than superheros.
And I need to learn how to control my imagination.
Here are the factual events:
Sunday, 11 a.m. - I sent a text to my "big brother" in Michigan, letting him know that I'd mailed him a chocolate cake.
Sunday, 8 p.m. - Something happened that made me really, really, really want to have some big brother time, but 1) it was late in MI and 2) he hadn't ever texted me back, so he obviously wasn't around.
Monday, 9 a.m. - I got a text from him, telling me that he was just headed back from vacation so he hoped it hadn't gone bad. I told him to put ice cream on it if it was dry and then proceeded to vent at him about the other thing via text for the next seven hours. (hey, I'm a girl. These things are necessary.)
Here's what happened in my head:
Sunday, 11 a.m. - I really hope that cake didn't get lost. It really should've been there by now. I'll send a text and see if maybe he just hadn't mentioned that it had arrived.
Sunday, 12 p.m. - hm... it's been an hour. Maybe MI fell off the face of the earth.
Sunday, 3 p.m. - Ok, this is really unusual, even for him. Maybe something bad happened to him...
Sunday, 5 p.m. - OH MY GOSH, HE HAS CANCER AGAIN. I saw that facebook thing about a CT scan a while ago and never heard that he was ok so maybe he relapsed or whatever they call it when cancer comes back. Come to think of it, I haven't seen anything from him OR his dad on facebook or twitter for at least a week. OH MY GOSH, HE'S DYING. CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP panic panic panic panic PAAANIIIIIC!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, 8 p.m. - Wow, that email totally turned my world upside down (totally different story that won't be shared... at least for like 30 years. It's going to take that long to look back on it and laugh). I I really want to talk to him about this... BUT if I'm right in my panic-stricken imaginings, my relationship problems are going to seem so trite and pathetic and unimportant and dumb and he'll hate me for bringing them up. That text would be so humiliating to receive: I'm sorry you're having this problem, but I have cancer. Keep your problems to yourself, honey. At least until you find out for sure if he's dying.
Several times throughout night - Wake up panic-stricken and pray he doesn't have cancer. I said so many Hail Mary's during those 8 hours when I should have been sleeping.
Monday, 9 a.m. - My big brother texts me letting me know that they're coming back from a 9 day vacation. Cue relief and a feeling of idiocy. Oh. He was on vacation. Ok. I can tell him about my trite, pathetic, unimportant, and dumb relationship problems now with a clean conscience.
Like I mentioned before, we texted sporadically back and forth for seven hours (with a break for my dentist visit and interview downtown). I cannot tell you how helpful it was. My Italian Mama tweeted him later to thank him for being the bringer of "sanity, perspective, and the epically placed cuss word."
Big brothers are so much better than superheros.
And I need to learn how to control my imagination.
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