Friday, January 30, 2009

I made the Top 40!

Well, it was technically the Top 100 gallery views at Digital Scrapbook Place, but I was number 40 on the list! So what does that mean? Well, when I upload a scrapbook page to my gallery, others can browse through the gallery and click to view a layout closer and comment on it. The list on DSP's blog consists of the 100 layouts that have the highest number of views. This particular layout that I did (the one that made the list) was for the Digital Elite Team Competition. I didn't make the team, but apparently this was a layout that people liked. It has been viewed over 600 times and was even nominated in the Best Overall Category for the 2008 Scrappy Awards.
I realize it seems like I'm boasting, so let me say that Digital Scrapbook Place is the largest Digiscrapping site on the web with the most members (almost 145,000!). There is a LOT of competition, so making the digital elite team, winning layout of the day, being inducted to the Hall of Fame, winning a scrappy award or making lists like this one is extremely rare (at least for me!) I guess that's why I'm so proud of this honor. So given all that, let me say that as much as I enjoy scrapbooking, I know it is a God given talent, so I want to give Him the glory for my accomplishments. ;) So without further ado, here is the layout that made the list...


Click image to go to the gallery.
Thanks for indulging me in my boasting. We now return to our regularly scheduled humility. ;)

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Aunt Arabelle


I'm always looking for new ways to stretch myself graphically. I got the idea for this layout from a page Nicole Young did where she put a reflection of her photo underneath it. I started playing to duplicate the effort, when my experimenting went in an unexpected direction. As is often the case, it headed right in the direction of Heritage. ;)

Aunt Arabelle was my great Grandfather's sister. Some of my "cousins" and I on our My Family site have been talking about Arabelle this week. I was a baby when she died, so I never met her personally, but everyone I have talked to who knew her, loved her.

Aunt Arabelle and Uncle Boone couldn't have children, but they loved them dearly. They always had sweets tucked away for when the kids visited them. They finally decided to adopt a son and daughter and give them a loving home. Unfortunately, their daughter Goldie died at the young age of 18 in a pregnancy related affliction, and their son Warner died in a hunting accident when he was in his early 20s.

Maybe it was those trials - of not being able to have children, then losing the ones they were blessed with, that strengthened their faith. Aunt Arabelle was the godliest woman in most people's memories. Uncle Boone became sick and she cared for him. Then toward the end of her life, she suffered heart problems and took to her bed. From there, she consistently praised the Lord. Every conversation was about God. She prayed fervently and her prayers were answered.

My aunt Geneva, Arabelle's niece, told us that one evening, the Lord impressed upon her and her husband to go stay with Aunt Arabelle and Uncle Boone. When they arrived, they knocked at the door, but there was no answer. Aunt Arabelle was hard of hearing and didn't hear them knocking. They went around the house and listened at the window, and there, they heard Aunt Arabelle praying "Lord, send someone to stay with us. Boone is awful bad sick." Little did she know that at that very moment, her prayer was being answered. Even in the midst of her prayer, there came a tapping at the window. There was Geneva and Ora, who had come to stay the night. They had brought some coffee and sandwiches and she was able to eat and get some much needed rest.

Even on her meager income, she tithed right off the top. She had so many material needs, but the Lord got His share first, and He blessed her for it. She taught us all a lesson about giving. It reminds me of the story in the Bible about the widow's mite.

While some may have considered her faith overboard, her sincerity proved that she was not a religious zealot, but someone who knew the Lord personally and walked with Him daily. A sign hung above the door of her outhouse that read "Jesus Saves". Maybe it served as a reminder to her that she was never alone.

The journaling on my scrapbook page (above) reads: Aunt Arabelle Porter Walker was a reflection of everything right and good. She was a godly woman who treated everyone with kindness and respect. She loved children, even though she couldn't have any of her own, and adopted a son & daughter & gave them a loving home. She didn't have much when it came to worldly goods, but she departed this life praising the Lord.

It is my hope and prayer that I would have, even a little of the character and faith that Aunt Arabelle had. She serves as a godly example to the generations that come behind her. May those who come behind us find us faithful!

I am reminded of a song recorded by Steve Green called Find us Faithful.

We're pilgrims on the journey
Of the narrow road
And those who've gone before us line the way
Cheering on the faithful, encouraging the weary
Their lives a stirring testament to God's sustaining grace

Surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses
Let us run the race not only for the prize
But as those who've gone before us
Let us leave to those behind us
The heritage of faithfulness passed on through godly lives

CHORUS:
Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful
May the fire of our devotion light their way
May the footprints that we leave
Lead them to believe
And the lives we live inspire them to obey

Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful

After all our hopes and dreams have come and gone
And our children sift through all we've left behind
May the clues that they discover and the memories they uncover
Become the light that leads them to the road we each must find

REPEAT CHORUS

Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful
Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful

Friday, January 23, 2009

It's just a little thing...


It's called a tailbone, or a sacrum, or a coccyx. One website says, "The coccyx provides slight support for the pelvic organs but actually is a bone of little use." So if it is so useless, why does it hurt so bad when you ride down the stairs on it?
That's exactly what I did yesterday. I've been walking down those stairs every morning for the last 6 1/2 years. Suddenly I forgot how... or something. My foot went flying off the step, I landed on my useless tailbone and bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce...down the stairs, I went.
A few seconds was all it took to realize that I was in excruciating pain. I did eventually recover my wits enough to get up, but my moaning and groaning brought all the kids rushing to the stairs from whatever room they were in in the house. My husband, who had been contentedly making coffee in the kitchen rushed in and asked the typical male question, "What happened?"
I tried to sit down, but screamed. I tried to lie down, but that didn't work either. I knelt by the couch and figured while I was on my knees, it wouldn't hurt to ask for some help.
I finally called my sister, who broke her tailbone last year. She assured me that if I hadn't broken mine, I had at least bruised it really badly. She told me it took six to eight weeks to heal. For days she couldn't sit down. She spent a month sitting on a donut.
I took large amounts of Tylenol and tried to find a position to lie in that would allow me to breathe without gasping. While I was trying to rest, my friend Kelli called. She had broken her tailbone years ago. She left me with the assurance, "You think it hurts now, wait until you wake up tomorrow! Whoa, are you going to be sore!"
She was right.
Thank God we got that waterbed last Christmas (see post from last Christmas. ;)
If you're going to bruise your tailbone, sleeping on a heated waterbed that conforms to your backside is probably about the most comfortable thing you can do. Of course, I still moaned every time I moved, but in between times wasn't so bad.
Today, I can actually sit down, as long as I lean forward. I think it must not be broken or I would have spent the day on all fours. But standing up after sitting for awhile is about as much fun as having toothpicks pounded under you finger nails.
Kelli and I have a scale that we rank our pain on. Between the two of us, we have 16 kids, so labor is one of those pains that ranks pretty high on the list. This pain comes in just above labor. (The only other thing we've experienced so far that is worse than labor is kidney stones.)
This morning, when I started down the stairs, I grabbed the railing and held on with both hands while navigating my descent very slowly. I made it all the way to the bottom, while still on my feet. That's progress.
Hopefully tomorrow will be even better.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Penguin Awareness Day and Why I talk funny!

Did you know today is Penguin Awareness Day???

Wear black and white to honor our little friends. Tuxedo optional. ;)

Did you know? Penguins are found in Antarctica, South Africa, Australia, and New Zealand. Elsewhere, they are only found in zoos.

Q: What do Penguins have for lunch?
A: Icebergers.

Q: What do you call a penguin in the desert?
A: Lost.

Speaking of penguins, that word gets a lot of discussion around here. As some of you may know, my parents are from NE Kentucky, so I grew up hearing Appalachian English spoken in my home. (That's NOT what Jeff Foxworthy calls it, by the way. ;) So while I do not speak with a twang, there are certain words that I pronounce differently than my husband who grew up in NW PA and my children, who for some reason, learned to talk like their Dad.

Penguin is one of those words.

When it flows eloquently from my lips, it sounds like this: Ping-gwin.

My kids say, "Mom! It's not Ping Gwin - it's Pen gwin." This makes no sense to me at all!

So my daughter says - "How do you say pen?" I answer - "Pin".

"NO, that's like a safety pin or a stick pen - I mean the thing you write with."

"Oh, a pin."

"NO, it's pEn - with an E."

Honestly, I was an English major. I homeschool my children. I know how to SPELL pin and pen. I know the difference between a stick pin, a pig pen, an ink pen and a diaper pin. But to my ear, they all sound EXACTLY the same! Just as "to" and "too" are spelled differently but sound exactlythe same.

Ahh, frustration on their part. I just smile smugly knowing deep down that they all talk funny.

Language is something that interests me - especially dialects within the English language. So when my friends in college and later, my own flesh and blood started making fun of certain things I would say, I needed to understand why it was that everyone had an accent besides me. ;) That's when I discovered that there is actually a term for what we all speak "down home" and Appalachian English is what it's called. Here are the specific phonetic differences that make Appalachian English one of the most distinctive and divergent dialects within the United States:

An intrusive R occurs in words such as wash, leading to the pronunciation "warsh". (I used to love sitting in front of my mom in church so I could listen to her sing "Are you warshed in the blood?" :D)

Creek is pronounced /krɪk/ (As in, "We'll be there if the crik don't rise.")

An -er sound is often used for long "o" at the end of a word. For example, hollow— "a small, sheltered valley"— is pronounced holler. (i.e. He lives just around the holler from here.)

The "z" sound in certain contractions is pronounced as a d stop. For example, Isn't and wasn't are often pronounced idn't and wadn't. ("My cuddin dudn't like me to talk is way." - translation: My cousin doesn't like me to talk this way.)

H retention occurs at the beginning of certain words. It, for example, is sometimes pronounced hit, and ain't is sometimes pronounced hain't. (He hain't been here for a week.)

Participles and gerunds such as doing and mining end in /n/ instead of ing. While this occurs to some extent in all dialects of American English, it occurs with greater frequency in Southern Appalachia. (My Papaw worked in minin' for a long time when he wadn't doin' somethin' else.)

Word final a is sometimes pronounced y, as in okra. (My Aunt Wanda is called Wand-y.) and while we're at it, Word final i is sometimes pronounced /a/. (Cincinnati is pronounced Cincinnata. and Ohio is pronounced O-hi-uh.)

Intervocalic s as in greasy is pronounced /z/. (Also in my Aunt Daisy - pronounced Daze.)

Some Phonetics:

Vowels are drawn out in that "Southern drawl" and may have two syllables - red is pronounced rey-ed.

In the two-syllable vowel /аɪ/, the second half of the vowel syllable is often omitted, and is thus pronounced similar to [ɑː]. In extreme instances, words such as "wire" and "fire" are pronounced so as to completely rhyme with "car." (I wonder war's the far!)

AND HEREIN LIES THE PROBLEM:

Short "i" and short "e" have the same pronunciation when appearing before "n" or "m" (e.g., "pen" and "pin" are both pronounced "pin"). Adjectives are often used to distinguish between the two (e.g., "ink pen").

If you'd like to read even more ways we talk differently than those of you who talk wrong, you can read about Appalachian English here. ;)

Here is a conversation I might have had with my Papaw (grandfather) when I was a young'un...

"Well hullo! Come on in. I was just fixin' to get somethin' to eat. Sit on down here and get yuself a cathead biscuit and sop it in some gravy. I reckon they'd be plenty if ya hain't too hungry. Doggonnit! If I hain't knocked that bowl clean off the table and gaumed it all up. Land sakes! Well, get that sack of flour down from over yonder and I'll go to fixin' some more. After we're done eatin' we'll fix us a mess of beans and a pone of cornbread to have for dinner. Then for supper, we'll go on up the road apiece and get us somethin' at the Burger King."

Now, granted, I don't talk like that in my regular day to day life, but when I get on the phone with one of my aunts in Kentucky, that dialect starts to slide out of my mouth like butter on a hot biscuit. My kids always know when I'm talking to one of them, because even after I hang up the phone, it takes awhile to shake it off. "Welllllllll, Lord have mercy! What in THE world are you all lookin' at?"

"Mom. Talk normal."

"This IS normal, I reckon!"

So why do my people talk is way? There are lots of theories about that. One theory is that people in Appalachia are cut off from the rest of the country. Well, not since the advents of things like cars and the internet - and they still talk this way. And why, when someone moves from Kentucky to the big city, do they continue to talk this way? And even the second generation of transplants (that would be me) continue in some of this dialect.

Many of the words can be found in Shakespeare, like afeared and reckon. Well, shoot. Reckon is even in the Bible! So are we just the remnants of a society that spoke Elizabethan English, cut off from the rest of the world who continued to speak it when the rest of the world evolved into what my family calls "normal" English? Nah.

The most probable theory is that many people in the Appalachian region came from the lowland Scots who were early settlers to the region. You can find phrases like "might could" and I'm "a-goin" and "right cold" in many Scottish dialects. Which would explain why my family tree is made up of surnames like Lawson, Henderson and Erwin, all of which have clans and tartans and probably talked just as funny in good old Scotland as they still do in my old Kentucky home!

So let's be politically correct about all this. Just because we talk differently than the rest of America doesn't mean we're rednecks; it means we're interesting and have a rich cultural heritage. No foolin'!









Monday, January 19, 2009

The snow must go on...

So the weather forecast said the snow was going to taper off Sunday morning. I think that's when it really kicked in. Big fluffy flakes palling around together until we had another 10+" on the ground with snow drifts waist high.

So how 'bout them Stillers? Sorry, that was in Pittsburgh-ese. Let me translate. So, how about those Steelers? :D I was wearing black and gold back when we were waiting for 1 for the thumb and the Steelers were on a roll. The game got so close at one point Sunday that I had to walk away and bite my nails (which was pretty gross since I was washing dishes. LOL). Of course, I kept coming back asking what was happening. So yeah, there were some pretty impressive plays in the game, but do you know what impressed me most? The most impressive part of the game was when several huge, manly men, in the face of uncertainty when two players went down on the field, got on their knees and cried out to God for mercy. Wow! That was powerful!

It reminded me of an incident that happened a few days before. There was a lot of praying going on on the Hudson River when 155 people looked death in the face and then turned and walked away.

Two incidents in one week showed the nation that God would be glorified - one way or the other.

I am reading "Purpose Driven Life" again and today we read that we were made to glorify God. When we are doing what we were created to do, it glorifies God. When an ant acts like an ant as he was created to do, it glorifies God. And when we do what we were created to do (worship God), it glorifies God.

One thing I've realized lately is that life is short. I'm probably half way through mine and what have I done? All the normal stuff - had a career, got married, had children. But what have I done with any eternal consequences? I'm thinking about going on a mission trip. I'll let you know if that comes to pass...

Well, the battery on the laptop is telling me it's time to close out this post...more later.

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Friday, January 16, 2009

Baby it's Cold Outside!

This is what we woke up to here this morning! Yes, that's a MINUS 4.9 degrees F! The low overnight was -7, so we were on the upswing at 9 a.m. It did finally hit 3 degrees at some point this afternoon, but it's back down to -1 with a low forecast tonight for -12! Brrrrr!

Speaking of which, I had a layout published today! Digital Scrapbook Place released it's new Inspiration Station, entitled, "Baby, it's Cold Outside!" My layout, Winter Beauty, was included in this edition. Thanks, DSP!!
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Thursday, January 15, 2009

The world is your playground


I wanted to share a layout I did today featuring my youngest daughter. I took these pictures of her last Summer in Niagara on the Lake. She was just wandering around in the grass by the lake having the time of her life while I sat nearby happily capturing her on film. (Well, technically, I guess I captured her on a memory card, but you know what I mean. ;) The scrapbook kit I used had the tire swing in it, and I couldn't resist extracting her from a photo where she was leaning on a rock looking at the lake, and carefully placing her on the swing. ;) I really enjoy doing formal heritage pages, but every once in awhile I need to play and do a graphical artsy page. This turned out to be one of my favorite layouts.

Free to Play Page Kit by Nicole Young coming soon to DSP

The story that started it all...

This is the story I told my friends at DSP that led to this blog. I thought it would be appropriate to post it here...

My husband was late going to the barn Christmas Eve (what with putting together Big Wheels and doll strollers) and he happened to get to the barn just after midnight. Now everyone knows that the animals can speak at midnight on Christmas Eve, so he actually went around and had conversations with everyone. After hearing all the demands of the animals, he sat down to a game of Scrabble with the sheep. It took a very long time, seeing they don't have thumbs - or fingers, for that matter, and they have a hard time picking up those little tiles with hooves.

The sheep discussed some of their wishes over the game, one of which was adding barley to their feed as they are partial to it, and another being the demand for a new ram. Apparently the ram we have (which is the only ram in the flock) has quite an attitude and thinks he is God's gift to ewes, which the girls find hard to appreciate.

When he finally came in from the barn I asked him whatever took so long to do chores, and he told me about talking to the animals. I asked why the other animals weren't invited to play Scrabble, and he said the sheep discussed that.

The horse is too snobbish to play games with sheep (though the sheep suspect she is just trying to hide the fact that she can't read and write). The cows, apparently, can only spell MOO, and there are just so many O's in the game. The pigs are just slobs and the sheep just don't mingle with them. The flock of chickens have relocated to the chicken coop across the street, but three of them were tired of being cooped up and moved back to the barn. They are the scorekeepers for the scrabble games, but no one ever knows who won, because the sheep can't read their chicken scratch.

The day after Christmas, my husband was right out in the barn installing game tables and overhead lighting in the sheep pen. The cows asked for fleece bras since it gets very cold here (he asked me to make them, but I had to draw the line somewhere!) The horse just wanted the burrs brushed out of her tail and the pigs wanted to go out into the pasture and dig since the snow had mostly melted and the ground was soft and muddy, so he put them out and they had a great time.

I was mildly annoyed that the girls in the barn were getting so much attention just because they could talk one day of the year. I talk nonstop and where does it get me? I guess I complained enough about it, because he did come in and paint the kitchen ceiling and put up a new ceiling fan for me, so now I'm as happy as the other animals around here.

So that's the most recent news from the funny farm. If anyone has a henpecked ram for sale, please let me know.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

I know, I know...

So my last post was last June and the one before that was last January. And here we are in January again. And last time I said I'm going to post more often, but I didn't.

So I was in a forum on DSP and I wrote a funny little story about the farm and girls were ROFLOL. They asked me to start blogging the stuff that pops into my head so they could read it. I told them I have a blog, but I hardly ever use it. (Like those gadgets my mother in law buys on TV and I put it in the drawer...but, I digress.)

So, one of my New Year's Resolutions is to start blogging on a somewhat regular basis. It shouldn't be hard if I try. I'm homeschooling two 3rd graders and a kindergartner. (My 7th and 9th graders are pretty much on auto-pilot.) So I should be able to pop in quite regularly to journal here while they are doing spelling papers or math tests.

Now that I put one of my New Year's Resolutions in writing for all the world to see (as my sister says), I have to do it, huh?