Head on over to Craftwell, for the full reveal and tutorial. Leave a shout out, pretty please? Cheers! Tyra
I’m 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I’m just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
—100 years, Five For Fighting
Thursday, August 20, 2015 , I’m catching up!
It could only happen to me — a fried memory card used for my DSLR, a busted iPhone camera (I got a new phone this past weekend) and a lost Facebook password (Since I replaced my phone, i was automatically logged out of Facebook and I can’t remember the password after trying only 1,326 times. I’m still logged on via my laptop). Someone, help?
That being said, this is all I have:
Really? I know I stole his camera to snap some shots, didn’t I? When It comes time to pull this album together. I hope I have more from this day. Well, I found this dress / tunic / forgiving shirt / blue jean dream at Banana, ready to rock all season round. Celebrating a silly clothing purchasing means — all is good at this moment, no one I’m aware of is terribly ill, all is well in this moment in time to allow me to focus on something so inconsequential as a blue dream, excuse me, blue jean dress / tunic / forgiving shirt / thing. Here’s looking at you, Thursday. xo, Tyra
Wednesday is here.
Here’s a little something I created:
Head on over to Craftwell for the full reveal!
I keep my life on a heavy rotation
Requesting that it’s lifting you up
Up up and away
And over to a table at the Gratitude Café
—Make It Mine, Jason Mraz
Wednesday, August 19, 2015 (I recovered my pictures)
Wednesday (I always have trouble spelling Wednesday, when I’m typing, I’m phonetically thinking Weh – NES – day and add a d. That and the word “survey.” I always misspell it “survery”) started off with a cup of Dunkin (1 cream 1 sugar).
Speaking of Dunkin D, I mentioned to “Husband” that I noticed the super giant mug in the store and I was wondering if it was too big to be a personal mug, but it was a nice personal mug. Husband gently informed me that it wasn’t a personal mug, it’s a community sized “mug” for bringing coffee to the office, or some occasion like that. Oh, okay, I was just playin’. I wasn’t really thinking about buying it as a personal mug (yes I was).
Dinner was Costco pasta and fancy Vodka sauce topped with basil Leaves (the basil was fresh and it’s counts as a vegetable right?)
And I included this picture of a basket I found at Home Goods. Check out that painter’s tape still on the floor. We are going to touch up the baseboards, I guess. The clouds that rolled in last evening and I wish I took a picture. I didn’t want to look like a crazy lady on the porch, pointing my camera at the sky. I’ll try not to care next time.
Realize that when I type about an ordinary day, I’m in a good place, because a month ago, I would have typed about one of my sweet children being ill. I’m thankful for the ordinary. I’m thankful for a lot of activity that leaves me tired at the end of the day.
And today was another one of those full and ordinary days. I’m thankful. I pray I never take it for granted.
Check out Tuesday here.
I wish I knew how
All my fears and all my questions
Are going to play out
In a world I can’t control
—Already There, Casting Crowns
Tuesday, August 18, 2015 (a few days late because I lost all of my pictures)
Tuesday started off with a work sponsored class related to Productivity: Franklin Covey’s “5 Choices to Extraordinary Productivity.” Super Fancy and helpful. I’m already using (as best as I possibly can) Laura Casey’s Powersheets for goal setting, however I think overlaying Covey’s approach will allow me to prioritize those goals while rendering some meaningless. I just need 2-4 interrupted hours to refresh my goals (umm, where in the sam heck am I going to find 4 hours?). Speaking of Franklin Covey, I recall receiving the ginormous (gigantic + enormous) Franklin Covey Binder at my very first job out of college. I think I wrote 1 maybe two lines in the whole entire thing. But it was pretty!
I digress! After work, pizza and salad was dinner, followed by homework, reading, bed and bath. I should mention that I try to talk to my sisters on the drive home. I’m trying to talk to my mom, but her phone is a little jacked up (that means on the fritz, fried, broken). The phone converts my Mom’s voice from normal to Charlie Brown parent language (Wah, wuh Wah Waa. Mommy ! You need a new phone! I really want to talk to you, I’m not trying to get off of the phone).
I finally received a copy of Jen Hatmaker’s book “For the Love” and I’m pretty excited to read it (there I go, thinking I have time to read). I would have more to share but my mind was wiped due to sheer panic of losing 6 months of photos from my memory card (yeah, I should have sent those lovelies to the cloud). I found some software on the interwebs that recovered most of everything including a birthday, the first day of school, and of course the last few days. And now those lovelies are in the cloud! Life is good.
Check out Monday here.
Clique Kits is having the Pep Rally Today!
The challenge: Anything goes!
I’m using beautiful papers and embellies from August’s Kit: Ambrosia and I made cards cut to an adorable size of 3.5 by 5.5 inches. I don’t know what it is about that size that makes a card enter into “cute status.”
The Ambrosia kit is full of delightful images of fruit and island like colors! I promise you that each and every time I took out this kit, I needed to go get fruit to eat or something to drink because it actually looks delicious (no kidding). Anyway, thank you for humoring me for a bit! On to the next!
August 2015 Line-Up
Clique Kits https://cliquekits.wordpress.com/
Sandy G.* http://www.thepinkcamera.com/
Emma Pescott http://emslifedocumented.blogspot.co.nz/
Kim Allen Kimsscrappyblog@blogspot.com
Evi ortes http://lifewithevi.blogspot.com/
* Design Team Members on Kit Duty
Thanks so much for stopping by! xo, Tyra
P.S. — My Week in the Life Tuesday Post will be up later today. Take a look at Monday here.
If I told you my story
You would hear hope that wouldn’t let go
If I told you my story
You would hear love that never gave up
If I told you my story
You would hear life but it wasn’t mine
—My Story, Big Daddy Weave
Monday, August 17, 2015
Today was (so thankfully) a normal day, beginning with dropping the kids off at the bus stop. I began what would be a 30 minute commute into work, not before stopping for an extra large cup of coffee. I stayed up way too late the night (the insomnia) / morning before, working on prepping posts for JustTyra and CraftSwag. I loved getting back into a normal routine after several weeks of ups (the big move) and downs (one of my precious babies was sick, really sick).
We received tickets for the Notre Dame vs. Texas game, along with a few other games in what appeared to big a fancy container to cradle the tickets. I felt odd (old, like ancient..actually) once I realized that one of the football “legends” on the tickets (who shall remain nameless, to protect the year and thus the calculation of age) was someone I remembered during my first year on campus (Really?).
An organized shelf of bookbags full of little homework assignments and songs to practice (R-E-D – Red!, R-E-D, Red! I can spell red! I can spell red!) needed to be completed, along with dinner (potpourri of chicken strips, Sunday’s homemade pizza, fries, broccoli for the kids, cornish hens and fancy vegetables for the adults), baths (water was everywhere), book time and prayer of gratitude and thankfulness for a normal day (versus a day, not to long ago, spent in the hospital, in the same clothes for 2-3 days straight, waiting, not sleeping).
I sat down long enough to watch a little TV and Jimmy Fallon and off to prep pics for this blog post along with other design team assignments.
By now it’s super late (I can’t sleep), a few dishes are undone (I ran out of steam), but at least we are all home.