And here are the titles that I made to match it!
Mostly ust a few really cheesy puns. lol. I like them, though. :)
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New freebies! This time to match a Lettering Delights set!
So I fell in LOVE with Lettering Delights set Bento Box, and decided to make myself a few extra titles to go with it, for my scrapbook. We are a family that LOVES all things Asian, ESPECIALLY the food. lol. Our traditional Christmas dinner is homemade sushi, which I loved so much but it was so hard to get that I learned how to make it in eighth grade! lol. That's 12 years ago, people! Anyway, here is the set from Lettering Delights.
Feelin' silly yet triumphant
I just learned something new! First off, you have just GOT to check out the two newest sets of SVGs from Lettering Delights! There is Something Fishy about this cute set, full of cute little sea creatures some punny joke, such as "That's a morray" and "You octopi my thoughts."
The second one is called Ninja Kicks and it's just plain ol' adorable! Now the scrappers of family members involved in the "Pirates vs Ninjas" debates can equally scrap BOTH sides of the argument, while it used to only be possible to find things for the pirate side of the war. :) It has cute little ninjas involved in very nija-ish activities, along with some quotes like "Just for kicks" and "I do not sleep, I wait." This would also be super cute for a martial arts layout or maybe to help out with decorating for the karate class end of the school year party. (I know mine used to have them!) If you decide to get these files, don't forget to use the $5 off coupon code I posted the other day, you will get both files for $5 total, instead of $10! OR, you could buy more than those two and use the 40% off coupon code that I also posted. Happy shopping! :D
And now for what I feel silly about. lol. I was playing around in MTC (with something's fishy at that!) and noticed that when I went to select the color for the layer, that I could also choose to select a texture. Oh me, oh my, am I SUPER happy now! See I knew you could print using MTC, and I knew I had seen people displaying LD files cut on patterned paper, but it never occurred to me that they could have PRINTED the graphic with the pattern as a texture and THEN cut it out! Well, for anyone else who isn't sure, YOU CAN! YAY! Here is a really lame display of the textures being used on the super cute blowfish from Lettering Delight's Something Fishy SVG collection, using textures from some digital papers at Design House Digitals.
It's really sad how super stoked I am about having figured this out, but I HAVE had a really bad last 4 1/2 weeks. *sigh* Not to get on the depressed tone again, but I can't sleep lately- I fell asleep about 10 last night and woke up at 1:30 am already crying. Good thing, though, the AC unit had leaked all over into the living room and I had to get my brother to pull the pipe off of it and hook it back up to the emergency drainage hose. Guess it's a good thing I woke up. I didn't sleep AT ALL the night before. Didn't even go to bed. It'll eventually catch up to me, I hope. Well, I hope I helped someone with this post. Have a good day (or night!)
~Heather
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My speech
I don't really know why, but I felt like posting the speech that I gave at my father's memorial service. A few people have asked me if they could read it, because I'm sure that I broke up a few times reading it aloud, so I guess I'm partially obliging them. Another is probably because today marks one month since he passed. It's still surreal, I still forget that he isn't here, and I still cry cry like a baby when I realize it again. Anyway, here is it.
Today there is a profile on the computer that isn't being logged into, a computer chair that isn't being filled, a big empty gap in my email from where Dad would always send me funny videos or news articles, and there is big empty hole in my heart. I'm not an eloquent enough speaker or writer to properly express how much Dad will be missed, but I will express what I can, nonetheless.
My father was a wonderful man, full of random information that no one knew-or sometimes ever cared to know, kind words, humor, and of course, sarcasm. A few people have asked me where my whits and words come from, and more often than not, my answer is simply “my Daddy.” Most people don't bother questioning again. Some of my fondest memories of Dad include playful banter across the dinner table with an unsuspecting victim, either at home or after church at a Chinese buffet, or just standing behind him at the computer when visiting, being shown viral video after viral video.
How many of you has Dad helped move? I'm sure there are a few of you out there, after all, he fancied himself a semi-professional mover. While we were living in Alabama, Mom and Dad drove up to deliver a trailer full of furniture and a few small items. Not only did it take us almost an hour to untie all of his crazy knots, but then we had to unwrap the HUGE sheet of plastic that he had wrapped everything in, not once, not twice, but THREE times! We used nearly all of our energy just untying and unwrapping before we could even see what all he had brought with him. And then when we moved back home, he decided that he was in charge of loading the storage unit with our stuff, the same things that we had spent forever untying and unwrapping the year prior, and THIS time, the game was Tetris. Opening our storage shed, even right now, I can just imagine the boxes and furniture in different colors, and it's placed just so, so that there is no possible way that I can take out my box of dished without the entire unit falling in on me. But hey, it all fit, and it's not going anywhere, so long as I can live without that box of dishes, or any of my clothes.
Everything that I know about computers, I learned from my dad. There were many things that I just never picked up, but there were things that I picked up that shocked him, as well. In high school I tried to get him to teach me how to write in HTML (hyper text markup language) which is one of the most basic building blocks for web pages and internet design that there is. I most definitely was not a natural at that one. Then he started showing me PowerPoint. Yeah, I was at 2 and 0 for a while. Then one day he was touching up a picture in Paint Shop Pro 7 (the same one installed on his computer today) and I was watching him, and the next day I was making graphics and editing photos like I had done it for years. He also taught me how to type, and of course, how to browse the internet for hours on end, reading funny stories, web comics and articles, watching useless video after useless video, and never really doing anything. I am a pro at that one.
I overheard a conversation he was in once, about someone whose son was making a decision about his lifestyle that his parent didn't approve of, but couldn't really do anything about. That person asked my Dad what they could do, what he would do in a situation like theirs. Dad thought about it for a moment before responding. “There isn't anything that you can do, except just continue to love them.” And that was it, conversation over. This person had thought so hard about the choices that their child was making about how he wanted to live his life, they were so torn about it, yet in a simple sentence, Dad told them everything that they would ever need to do. He was right, and he knew he was right because that's how he chose to deal with my decisions at times. Chris and I ran off and got eloped, and Dad not only handled it well, he handled it gracefully. That, and he and Mom didn't give us much choice besides having a ceremony still, where he could walk me down the aisle and give me away, anyway.
Then when my daughter was born, my Daddy was right there at the hospital the whole time, just waiting to see his new grandbaby. He also had a super yummy Hook and Ladder sub waiting on me, just because I had mentioned it before going in to surgery. When my son was born, a month sooner than planned and with a cleft lip and gum, he was so frantic and worried, but you should have seen his face, holding his first grandson for the very first time, looking into those little eyes, seeing this helpless child that looked EXACTLY like he did when he was first born. I nearly cried when I saw how proud he was.
Dad was taken away from us much too soon, but I would like to offer this little bit of comfort by reminding you all that he lived a very wholesome life, was a God-fearing man who would have done anything for any one of us in this room, and just about anybody else that asked. He was healthy and happy until the day he passed, where he passed at home, with the woman he loved the most in this world at his side. He hated hospitals and Doctor's offices, so it would have been his wishes that he wasn't sick in a hospital bed for weeks before passing, or even for a day or two. He lived without pity from others, knowing that very soon now, it would be over. He was in no pain, and for that, I am ever so grateful. Instead, it is only us who are in pain, grieving, in this room. Dad spent Easter with his Lord, his mother, and so many others that have passed. God apparently needed some tech support, so why call on anyone but the best? I like to think that the sunrise on Easter morning was so beautiful because Dad was on visual effects up there. In closing I would like you all this scripture, one of Dad's favorites, and very fitting for all of who are in mourning today.
Philippians 4:10-13- I rejoiced greatly in the Lord that at last you renewed your concern for me. Indeed, you were concerned, but you had no opportunity to show it. I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength.
By the way, ;) Happy Rapture Day, everyone. lol.
Today there is a profile on the computer that isn't being logged into, a computer chair that isn't being filled, a big empty gap in my email from where Dad would always send me funny videos or news articles, and there is big empty hole in my heart. I'm not an eloquent enough speaker or writer to properly express how much Dad will be missed, but I will express what I can, nonetheless.
My father was a wonderful man, full of random information that no one knew-or sometimes ever cared to know, kind words, humor, and of course, sarcasm. A few people have asked me where my whits and words come from, and more often than not, my answer is simply “my Daddy.” Most people don't bother questioning again. Some of my fondest memories of Dad include playful banter across the dinner table with an unsuspecting victim, either at home or after church at a Chinese buffet, or just standing behind him at the computer when visiting, being shown viral video after viral video.
How many of you has Dad helped move? I'm sure there are a few of you out there, after all, he fancied himself a semi-professional mover. While we were living in Alabama, Mom and Dad drove up to deliver a trailer full of furniture and a few small items. Not only did it take us almost an hour to untie all of his crazy knots, but then we had to unwrap the HUGE sheet of plastic that he had wrapped everything in, not once, not twice, but THREE times! We used nearly all of our energy just untying and unwrapping before we could even see what all he had brought with him. And then when we moved back home, he decided that he was in charge of loading the storage unit with our stuff, the same things that we had spent forever untying and unwrapping the year prior, and THIS time, the game was Tetris. Opening our storage shed, even right now, I can just imagine the boxes and furniture in different colors, and it's placed just so, so that there is no possible way that I can take out my box of dished without the entire unit falling in on me. But hey, it all fit, and it's not going anywhere, so long as I can live without that box of dishes, or any of my clothes.
Everything that I know about computers, I learned from my dad. There were many things that I just never picked up, but there were things that I picked up that shocked him, as well. In high school I tried to get him to teach me how to write in HTML (hyper text markup language) which is one of the most basic building blocks for web pages and internet design that there is. I most definitely was not a natural at that one. Then he started showing me PowerPoint. Yeah, I was at 2 and 0 for a while. Then one day he was touching up a picture in Paint Shop Pro 7 (the same one installed on his computer today) and I was watching him, and the next day I was making graphics and editing photos like I had done it for years. He also taught me how to type, and of course, how to browse the internet for hours on end, reading funny stories, web comics and articles, watching useless video after useless video, and never really doing anything. I am a pro at that one.
I overheard a conversation he was in once, about someone whose son was making a decision about his lifestyle that his parent didn't approve of, but couldn't really do anything about. That person asked my Dad what they could do, what he would do in a situation like theirs. Dad thought about it for a moment before responding. “There isn't anything that you can do, except just continue to love them.” And that was it, conversation over. This person had thought so hard about the choices that their child was making about how he wanted to live his life, they were so torn about it, yet in a simple sentence, Dad told them everything that they would ever need to do. He was right, and he knew he was right because that's how he chose to deal with my decisions at times. Chris and I ran off and got eloped, and Dad not only handled it well, he handled it gracefully. That, and he and Mom didn't give us much choice besides having a ceremony still, where he could walk me down the aisle and give me away, anyway.
Then when my daughter was born, my Daddy was right there at the hospital the whole time, just waiting to see his new grandbaby. He also had a super yummy Hook and Ladder sub waiting on me, just because I had mentioned it before going in to surgery. When my son was born, a month sooner than planned and with a cleft lip and gum, he was so frantic and worried, but you should have seen his face, holding his first grandson for the very first time, looking into those little eyes, seeing this helpless child that looked EXACTLY like he did when he was first born. I nearly cried when I saw how proud he was.
Dad was taken away from us much too soon, but I would like to offer this little bit of comfort by reminding you all that he lived a very wholesome life, was a God-fearing man who would have done anything for any one of us in this room, and just about anybody else that asked. He was healthy and happy until the day he passed, where he passed at home, with the woman he loved the most in this world at his side. He hated hospitals and Doctor's offices, so it would have been his wishes that he wasn't sick in a hospital bed for weeks before passing, or even for a day or two. He lived without pity from others, knowing that very soon now, it would be over. He was in no pain, and for that, I am ever so grateful. Instead, it is only us who are in pain, grieving, in this room. Dad spent Easter with his Lord, his mother, and so many others that have passed. God apparently needed some tech support, so why call on anyone but the best? I like to think that the sunrise on Easter morning was so beautiful because Dad was on visual effects up there. In closing I would like you all this scripture, one of Dad's favorites, and very fitting for all of who are in mourning today.
Philippians 4:10-13- I rejoiced greatly in the Lord that at last you renewed your concern for me. Indeed, you were concerned, but you had no opportunity to show it. I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength.
By the way, ;) Happy Rapture Day, everyone. lol.
"However, no one knows the day or hour when these things will happen, not even the angels in heaven or the Son himself. Only the Father knows."
Matthew 24:36
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New bits of this and that (SVG and title image freebies)
Hey all. I'm still working on stuff for my Dad's scrapbook, and most likely will be for a while. Anyway, here is another image I made to cut out with my cricut-
I didn't want to make the image the link because the image would be good for someone to use as a title for digital scrapbooking or something similar.
So, the latest ramblings and goings on in my life? Well, aside from being uber depressed (I really miss my Dad. He missed my daughter's fifth birthday and PreK graduation so far, and will miss my son's fourth birthday in a week, just to name a few things right off the bat.) I have been starting to feel bad for a few days now, with my eyes getting red and puffy, my throat hurting and just overall body aches. It got so bad last night that my husband rushed me to the ER. (To the SAME ER, in fact, that my father was pronounced dead at. *shiver*) Turns out I have viral conjunctivitis, tonsilitis, and on top of the tonsilitis, I have ulcers growing on my tonsils! WTH? Since it's all viral (likely caught from one of my kids, they have been had viruses in the last few weeks and Aeris IS was in school.) there isn't really anything they can give me to make me get better faster. So they gave me pain relievers. lol. Honestly, I'm not a big fan of taking medications. Oh, and since I've been so sick, including having issues seeing, I missed my baby girl's pre school graduation. :( My mom and sister went, though, and got some pictures. I just have to wait until they get developed because for some really random reason, Mom uses disposable cameras still. lol. Nah, it's one she had laying around that had about half the pictures taken and she wanted to see what they were, if there were any of Dad on it, so she tried to use it up. Well, I know that I have started rambling, so I am going to go now, and watch my kids get ready for the park, but not touch them. :( I miss hugs from my family. *sigh*
Oh, new coupon code from Lettering Delights- UnderTheSea- it gets you 40% off of every purchase from now until May 31st! I know I posted a $5 off code, but this doesn't give you a minimum, and it also means that you can save MORE than $5 at a time. Click the image above to get to the site. :) Enjoy!
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Sales for scrappers/digi scrappers/paper crafters
Hey all. Just thought I would let you in on a couple of sales that are going on right now on this wonderful web.
First up we have a $5 coupon from Lettering Delights, good on a $10 or more purchase. I got myself a couple of SVG sets with it and only payed $5! Just follow the link, make your purchase, and type FiveForYou into the coupon code box at checkout now through May 31st. You will also have the oppotunity to purchase a sneak peek set at a discount, the SVG set is $4! I think the graphic set was only $2, but don't quote me on that. ;)
Next up we have MyScrapChick.com giving you 60% off of every purchase of $10 or more, through May 30th. No coupon needed. MyScrapChick.com
Last on the menu we have ScrapGirls.com giving us 40% off of ScrapSimple paper templates through the 19th. If you aren't familiar with ScrapSimple templates, you really should check them out! They are an awesome way to customize your digital scrapbooking stash!
I hope you all can use some of these!
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A quick freebie- crown vector with shadows, and an outline
Hi all. I am working on a few projects, all revolving around my Daddy, of course. This is the crown that we chose to put on his urn, and my brother, sister and myself all plan on getting a variation of it as a tattoo. If you read my previous post, you understand why it's a crown. Otherwise, lol, it's just a random crown. Anyway, there is a base image, the crown with diamond cut outs, and then there are three shadow layers, one with the segmented cut outs, one blackout shadow that is pretty small, more to make it stand out than anything, and then there is a larger blackout shadow, either to put directly behind the blackout layer, or to layer behind one of the other shadow layers for a little more "pop" on your page (or card, or whatever else you use it on lol.) I also made an outline so that I could cut them out in vinyl and put them on our cars. I'm normally against stickering vehicles, but we are all driving used cars right now that already have stickers we can't get rid of. lol. I might even make some bumper stickers to cover a couple of them up. I need to take a break from my Dad's stuff and work on something for my baby girl's birthday on Sunday. I can't believe that she will be 5! And then 12 days later my baby boy will be 4! Gah! Seems like just last week I was floating around in the pool, my last day of waiting for my little girl, and ironically, Mother's Day, wishing time would hurry up so I could spend it with my kids and family. I wish it would rewind, now. Her birthday isn't going to be the same without her Grandpa there. :( I miss my Dad so much. Everyone please, take good care of your hearts! We are starting to work out to be healthier, I did 20 minutes on an elliptical yesterday, and I felt GREAT afterward! Anyway, here is an image of the SVG file.
Sorry, I tried to link the picture to the download, but my browser kept giving me errors. I don't feel like moving over to Firefox right now, so please forgive my laziness. lol. Ok, it should be fixed. *Yay!*
It's been a long morning already, including having to go the the grocery store BEFORE taking my daughter to school! We are waiting on my mom to get up and my aint to get here so that we can start working on the craft room again, which has become a temporary storage room that we need to sort through quickly, because there is a whole shift that we are going to have to do, empty craft room, move craft room furniture back to craft room (and out of our temporary room,) move our bedroom suite out of storage and into our temporary bedroom (we are adding on to the house) and then label all of mom's random boxes and put them in the (hopefully) empty side of our storage unit, so that we can go through at a slower pace, because going through Dad's things makes us all start crying and we just stop halfway through a box. Not very productive. lol. We all miss him so much, and it hurts me so bad to see my mom going through this. I mean, yeah, he was my Dad, and I love him unconditionally, but we didn't pick him, and he didn't pick us. Him and Mom DID pick each other, though, and spent 32 years together. It pains me so much to not be able to make her hurting stop.
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I am the daughter of a king.
Yes, I am a daughter of THE king, but this morning I am talking about the most wonderful man many people knew. My father passed away very suddenly on April 21st, and we are all in shock and at a loss for what to do, really. My daddy was such a great guy, and I just can't believe he's gone. With no history of heart problems and a clean bill of health two weeks prior, my father suffered a massive heart attack while getting up that morning. My brother called me frantic after the ambulance left and said dad had no pulse, get to the hospital. That was at 7:21 in the morning, and the ambulance had already left, but my brother was doing CPR on him until they got there. The ride across town has never taken so long, the roads were all backed up, as was the interstate. I jumped out of the car and ran inside the hospital, leaving the kids for my husband to get out, but to my dismay, I was too late. I asked then at the front for my father, but instead of walking me through triage, he took me right, through a set if doors I had never noticed before. (this is the hospital that we have always used, my dad was born there, my siblings and I were born there, and so were my kids.) the door was opened by a man wearing a suit and a badge that said Chaplain, and my Aunt was standing there, obviously hiding tears. He took me to a tiny room where I saw my brother and mom, both crying, and then the family minister. No one even got the words out to me before I found myself on the ground, screaming and yelling at the pastor that he wasn't supposed to be there, that if he wasn't there it wouldn't be true. My husband later told me that everyone in the waiting room heard me and a few people got freaked out. I don't really care. They eventually took us into the room dads body was in so we could say goodbye, but that just made it hurt more, because I didn't get to say goodbye to him, not really. We have been stating with mom since, I haven't even been back to the house, my husband only goes after work and then comes back. He even brought our dog over.
Back to being a daughter of a king... My dad's favorite quote, ever, was "it's good to be the king." that is actually what we had engraved on his urn, along with a nice crown vector, that my brother, sister and myself all plan on getting tattooed on ourselves in some manner. His has diamonds on it that I think I will change to hearts, and maybe incorporate the saying, "I am the daughter if a king," or steal one from a friend of mine, "tomorrow is not a promise." I know my dad had his priorities straight and there is no doubt in my mind that he spent Easter with Jesus, but he was supposed to spend it with us, to be at my kids' birthday parties this month, to get old and grumpy with mom, not leave us after only 51 years. His funeral was the largest that I have ever attended. There were people who came in from Texas, Colorado and Georgia. People I had never met, from old jobs or even school, both Wolfson Senior High and FSU. His office must have closed, and all three churches we have attended since mom and dad got married. I spoke during the service, and very nearly had a panic attack right there in front of everyone when I saw the huge crowd that was reduced to standing in the aisles and out the back door of the sanctuary. I stared at that paper so hard I swear it should have had a hole in it. I couldn't even look up at it. My godfather, who sang at my wedding, also sang at my fathers funeral. It was beautiful, perfect, even. He has sung at too many funerals, though. This wasn't the first one where someone left us too early.
I will try to work on some more freebies for you all. Please don't be surprised if they are sad, mourny. That is how I feel of late, including a heavy weight on my chest and occasionally pain. I hope this wasn't offending to anyone, but it helped me a bit just getting it all down.
Back to being a daughter of a king... My dad's favorite quote, ever, was "it's good to be the king." that is actually what we had engraved on his urn, along with a nice crown vector, that my brother, sister and myself all plan on getting tattooed on ourselves in some manner. His has diamonds on it that I think I will change to hearts, and maybe incorporate the saying, "I am the daughter if a king," or steal one from a friend of mine, "tomorrow is not a promise." I know my dad had his priorities straight and there is no doubt in my mind that he spent Easter with Jesus, but he was supposed to spend it with us, to be at my kids' birthday parties this month, to get old and grumpy with mom, not leave us after only 51 years. His funeral was the largest that I have ever attended. There were people who came in from Texas, Colorado and Georgia. People I had never met, from old jobs or even school, both Wolfson Senior High and FSU. His office must have closed, and all three churches we have attended since mom and dad got married. I spoke during the service, and very nearly had a panic attack right there in front of everyone when I saw the huge crowd that was reduced to standing in the aisles and out the back door of the sanctuary. I stared at that paper so hard I swear it should have had a hole in it. I couldn't even look up at it. My godfather, who sang at my wedding, also sang at my fathers funeral. It was beautiful, perfect, even. He has sung at too many funerals, though. This wasn't the first one where someone left us too early.
I will try to work on some more freebies for you all. Please don't be surprised if they are sad, mourny. That is how I feel of late, including a heavy weight on my chest and occasionally pain. I hope this wasn't offending to anyone, but it helped me a bit just getting it all down.
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