What You’ll Need:

1. Picture Frame – Shabby Chic Design. (I got mine from Kenko for Php 200.00)

2. Personalized Photo Designs (I printed quite a few, about 10, from Photoline for Php 7.25 each)

3. Some Crafty Papers – National Bookstore for Php 39.00

4. A cute paper bag. – National Bookstore for Php 69.50

Total : Php 381.00

THE DESIGNS OF THE CARD

Prior to the pictures, I created some personal designs for my mom to actually read and have some more options in choosing what she would want to frame. But for this gift, I placed the pink card to contrast with the blue frame. Now as I said earlier, I was able to print 10 designs, just because I wanted to comply with Photoline’s minimum number of prints. If you want to print it at your house, you can do that as well and make lesser prints. The design is totally up to you, but make it more personalized and tell your mom how lucky you are for having her.

THE PROJECT

Now the first thing were gonna do is to remove the backing and choose among the designs which would be the perfect photo for the frame. Now the designs doesn’t really matter, it can be your favorite photo, a small artwork, a drawing that would remind your mom how special she is on that particular day.

After choosing, place the photo on the frame and check if the photo is held onto place.

With the frame already done, its now time to put it in the paper bag. Place your frame in the middle of the paper and carefully fold the left side over it.

Do the same thing on the other side, as well as the top and the bottom and secure into place by using scotch tape.

Place the frame inside the paper bag and give it to your mom!

Now remember telling your mom how grateful you are for having her doesn’t need to be expensive. She’ll appreciate a personalized gift anytime just as long as you put your effort into it. Have a happy mother’s day to every mom in the world especially to my mom!

Love Always,

I never updated. Congrats to FHS for Best Auxiliary award (Color Guard!) as well as the highest rating of Superior, and the ultimate Best Band Overall award.

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How about different themes?
- film noir
- more black & white
- have to edit some old vacation photos
- dramatic landscapes
- portraits

Can’t think of anything else right now. Any ideas?

Back story:
So there was this guy, his name was Greg. I met him when I was 14 years old, which was a TERRIBLE age, for me anyway. I was finally developing, and at a very rapid pace. To put it plainly, I had tits. I met Greg just a few weeks before my first year of high school. From the moment I met him, I was infatuated. He was 16, weird, dark, and obscure, and he was flirting with me! After that first night we met, I did an intense MySpace search and found him. He accepted my “friend request’ and it just barrel rolled from there. We formed a relatively close bond and even made secret nightly calls to one another. We’d talk about anything and everything; Ever so often other girls would outshine me and I’d get placed on the back burner of his mind. But those girls never worked out. He would always find his way back to me. I didn’t mind. Greg and I never even so much as held hands, and even that was a big deal to me. Just the feeling of his skin on my skin sent shivers all down my body. I thought I had found the love of my life. As years passed we got less close, due to our hectic lives and lack of communication. Around my junior year I discovered he had joined the military. This did not surprise me at all. During our numerous late night phone conversations he would talk about how much he wanted to be a soldier and defend his country. I’d already considered the life of an army wife and convinced myself that was my future, to be with him. A few more years went by and I saw him a time or two, but less and less frequently.
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It was the winter before my freshman year of college and I was at an old family friend’s Christmas party and it had been over a year since I last seen his face or heard his voice and to my surprise, he was there. It was like seeing a ghost. I saw him again that next winter, but our meeting was brief and less than exciting. I had psyched myself up to see him, hoping I’d finally get that kiss I’d dreamt about since I was 14. Instead, he took me to a dark alley and blatantly asked me to give him head. What was I supposed to say? Well, I know most girls would have refused and demanded to be taken home, but I couldn’t do that. This was the most intimate I might ever get a chance to be with him. That sounds stupid, I know, but to me it made perfect sense. Before I knew it, our time together was over and I was back at my house, in need of some mouth wash. That was the last time I would see him before he was shipped off to Afghanistan for a year. This brings me to my next riveting tale.
It’s the summer before my junior year of college and I see on Facebook that he’s home from Afghanistan. My heart stops, and I feel a rush of both excitement and fear. I had always considered Greg to be “the one that got away” and that chapter that never really got finished. This was my chance to finish it. Sure, the last time I thought this closure would occur things didn’t quite pan out, but I was willing to give it another shot. He and I had always had chemistry in one way or another and I wanted to see for myself. It was a Friday night, and Greg drove to my house to pick me up. We had agreed to hang out and that I was going to stay the night with him at his parent’s house (who were out of town). We exchanged few words on the car ride there, just making small talk. I could feel the tension between us, both thinking of what was to come (no pun intended). When we got to his house we sat on the couch and got right to talking. His older brother was loudly having sex with his girlfriend in the next room, but this didn’t throw off our conversation in the slightest. Greg served himself a few drinks and I chose not to partake. I had just gotten my wisdom teeth removed the day before and was still swollen and couldn’t drink. Greg began to get less and less chatty and more slurry. At around four in the morning we decided it was time we went to sleep, but I knew we weren’t just going to sleep, or so I hoped. I went to the kitchen to pop a few Tylenol to sooth my aching mouth and prepped myself for what I thought was going to be the most amazing sexual experience of my life. Before I knew it the lights were off and our clothes followed suite. It started with a soft kiss while I lay on top of him in his bed. I had to be on top because he injured his knee a week before in a car accident. We were just two handicapped, sexually charged people with some serious history and unfinished business. He was drunk, but his touching and kisses were still fantastic. Just as things were getting even more heated he whispers in my ear, asking what I wanted him to do. Trying to be coy and sexy I told him to do whatever he wanted to me. After I said that he let out a huge sigh and stopped kissing me and looked up. He then proceeds to tell me he wasn’t very experienced and didn’t really know how to do much of anything. I climbed off of him and just stared at the ceiling. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” That’s all I kept thinking. After all these years I find out he has less experience than I do, needs directions and perhaps even a road map. The rest of the night consisted of me trying to explain the female anatomy and how it worked, what felt good and what did not. He was listening with genuine interest which, despite this ridiculous circumstance, was kind of adorable. When I was done with my lesson we decided to just go to sleep. I didn’t mind this so much because my jaw was starting to ache and I was exhausted. We cuddled that entire night, and to tell you the truth…it was the best night’s sleep I’d ever had with someone else in the bed. I almost didn’t mind that our attempt at sex failed so horribly, because everything else was so amazing and felt so natural. The next morning we were able to laugh at ourselves and just accept what had happened. I didn’t know if this all meant we would see each other again before the summer was through, but the uncertainty didn’t bother me. Fate had always brought us together in the past, and if it allowed, again in the future.

XXX,
Elise

i haven’t posted in ages Stupid school…you know it can go die….in a hole…but still yeah thats been in my way; mock exams, concerts and WORK :’( you wouldnt have guessed would you i cant even post til monday!! i’ll continue my bucket list next week and make some new stuff..make it frreesshhh, so sorry for my short post/update thingyy, you know if you’re lucky i’ll post tonight…YAAAAAY! For now, bye, bye fellows…

There won’t be any abrupt ‘kaisa hai‘ from friends or random visits to night-canteens when you are hungry at odd hours. When you are not well, there won’t be tens of people looking out for you. You fet better just by the sense of dozens of people asking you about how you are feeling. Such rush of emotions at every topic won’t be seen again. There won’t be more nandans, babas, baklols, tharkis, sardars, jaats, ammas or babus. There won’t be anyone to make some joke on you, the joke that was ‘yours’ to have.

There won’t be any random walks and serious talks at 4′o clock in the morning. You will get involved in serious matters of life. You will run after money and the race will be so tiring that you won’t even have time to stop and smile. You might have been a PJ king with people telling you ‘Is joke ko sunne se pehle main marr kyu nahi gaya‘, because that will be replaced by an irritated face. Life will be all about money, relationship, career and responsibilities. There won’t be any night-outs, booze parties, mid-night gossips. There won’t be any birthday with dozens of people even leaving their exams aside to hug you and say ‘Aur bc, kitna buddha ho gaya?‘ You will miss giving treats to other dozens, when you are made to feel special.

The room, which was your shelter for the last 3-4 years might have been small to others but it was your palace. There won’t be faces at 3′o clock in the morning asking you if you had something to eat. The maggi will be nothing but a stomach filler. It won’t be anymore a reason to gather and have deep discussions about girls, college, profs and more girls. There won’t be loud music playing anymore which made you hum it for the rest of the day.

The room that had witnessed a lot of things. It was your fort of happiness and you shelter to cry. It was your’s to stare at the ceiling and indulge in deep thoughts about where your life is going which used to be only interrupted with a stupid friend coming and asking questions as stupid as ‘Are you ok?’ The hug when remembered, will bring some tears in your eyes for sure. But there won’t be anyone to care as much. There won’t be any more pats on your head. People will be concerned less and jealous more. There won’t be any more random visits to an eatery when you ‘don’t feel like studying’. Even if you would have, there won’t be any stupid friend to accompany you in the random walk just a few hours before the ‘important’ exam.

When life will have sped along, and when we stop to think about them, we will smile about it, but there won’t be anyone to understand the reason behind that smile. The moments will become a story to tell, a memory to live.

Because, these moments, these corridors, these campus roads, these dim lights, these fuckingly freaking stupid friends and their laughs will be lost in the dark, forever.

“Hi! I’m Andi.”

I sit on the floor, and look down into the doe eyes of Andi. It is a vastly different perspective from my previous  world of only cats.

A cat. Now there’s an easy animal to train. A little kitty, bring him home, set up a litter box, bowl of food and water, done. Set for life. The kitty will know to poop in the box, and has free reign of your house. No worries. Except perhaps a pilled chair or a furball now and then.

But a puppy. Hmm, slightly different, I am finding out.

We are crate training Andi, so that has been a challenge. But last night went well. He slept the entire night without having to go outside. A good start. But way too soon to give him free reign. I’ll give you an example.

I made a foolish mistake the other night. Andi woke up at 2:30 in the morning, so I took him out to pee. When I let him in, I told him to go to ‘Andi’s room’, what I call his crate. He usual does. But as I rounded the corner to the living room, there he was, curled up on the couch, staring at me with pleading eyes: “Please! Please let me sleep with you!” those eyes said.

“Oh, please! Can I…?”

How could I resist such magnificent beseeching eyes? So I did.

Well, come the morn’, I woke up and had to use the loo. I looked down at Andi, and he was fast asleep. I thought, ‘I should take him out first.’ But I didn’t.

When I returned, he was in the middle of the room, peeing on the rug. Aargh!

Holding back the urge to admonish him, I gently coaxed him into the cage, and cleaned up the puddle. I learned my lesson.

And our cats are slowly learning about this new creature in their midst, even boldly venturing near the crate. But I believe it will be awhile before they become best of friends. At least the cats are making the effort to introduce themselves. (Or maybe they’re just sizing him up and plotting Andi’s demise…)

‘What is that creature in there?’

Miles plotting.

It has been six days since we adopted Andi and things are going much better. Right now as I type this he is wrapped around my back, pressed close to me and snoring away. I am barely perched on the couch, a mere few inches on the edge. Andi cannot get close enough it seems.

I look down into his eyes once again, and my mind returns to cats. Yeah, sometimes cats do what Andi is doing right now. But for the most part, what I love about felines, is their independence.

Some days, when you want your cats on your lap, you call them over to you: “Hi guys! C’mon, come here! Come sit on my lap!” The cats slowly turn their heads toward you and think, ‘Yeah, right. In your dreams’ and then they turn away, irritated that you bothered their precious nap time.

‘We don’t think so.’

But a dog. After the same command, he couldn’t get there fast enough. Unless, of course, you have a leash in your hand, and you’re going to take him out in the rain again to see if he’ll pee or potty. Then, he’ll hesitate, and suspiciously eye your ulterior motive.

At this juncture, Andi will usually dart into his ‘room’ and curl up, still looking at me with those big, wary, brown eyes. Ah, so much to learn.

to be continued…

Our son and Andi (with pilled chair).

©Paul Grignon, 2013, All Rights Reserved.

I am a libra. That means that I am “emotionally charged” and very dramatic-in a good way, of course.

Anyway, this will probably be the most random blog on the planet because I’m such a random person. I don’t even know what else to say but I’m sure I will think of something.

Here is a random picture of me-it’s a screenshot from a video, of me, trying to figure out how to become famous via YouTube. Any suggestions?

Who even am I and what even is life?

And.. Here is a picture of me being a normal person-just in case you thought something was a little bit off.

I’m normal, I promise.

I’ve been good to 2013. Hopefully, 2013 will be good to me.

K, thanks, BYE.

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Sorry if I haven’t been updating this blog lately. My partner is quite busy and so am I.

I don’t know when chapter 5 is going out. Just be patient xD

Thanks xD

You will never see me use those phrases and here is why:

My kids are not wild animals. They are not a PACK! A certain someone who shall not be named who has a tv show uses this word a lot, and he’s wrong. Dogs DO NOT have a ‘pack’ mentality! All of his ‘methods’ are based off research thats been disproven TIME AND TIME AGAIN! The wolves the scientist watched when they wrote the paper lived in captivity in a zoo! They behaved MUCH differently than wolves in the wild, and guess what people DOGS ARE NOT WOLVES.

Now I know at the point all you fans of he who shall not be named are ready to walk away, but just wait and hear me out okay?

I look at my four kids as individual dogs, each with a personality of their own, are some of them more bossy than others? *cough* Daine *cough* YES! Does that make her dominant? Perhaps in a way, but does that mean she’s trying to take over as ‘LEADER of the PACK’

H-E- DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS NO!! Dogs dont think like that, they dont plan and scheme to ‘further their standing in the pack’ they dont want to get ahead, usually if you think your dog is trying to be your ‘leader’ the problem is on your end of the leash.

Do dogs need a leader?

YES

But just because I allowed my kids to sleep in my bed doesn’t mean they think they can take over! They know whose the boss when it comes down to it! If you’ve spent much time with a dog you’ll realize they LOVE to make US happy! Does that sound like someone whose trying to take control?

Sure they can be hard headed sometimes, and they can be bossy, and they might not listen… But that doesn’t mean anything other than they aren’t perfect, and guess what English is their second langage ; )

What do I want you to take away from this post? Hopefully an understanding of why I call my ‘dogs’ kids and perhaps a better understanding of doggy thoughts

These are just my thoughts, my opinions, nothing more or less

I believe we have a family, not a pack

Not every technique works for every dog

Just know your dog, get to know them, listen to them….

That is all

~M

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Ouya Teardown – iFixit.

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After looking through my blog and Another Castle, I thought I would put up some quick posts for my final project. They will be related to what my personal blog was going to be about originally, but they might not be as detailed as what is written on Another Castle.

My apartment is the pits right now so I think I’ll actually get it looking halfway decent today.

Ugh dirty dishes stacked up on my dining room table, my cat box needs cleaning, and I really need to dust and vacuum.

Why do I always let my place get so dirty?

Oh well at least I’ll stay busy.

Spring cleaning gotta love it <3 NOT!!!!!

We have been dealing with pool construction. Honestly it’s a mess but I know it will be worth it in the end…that is, if this Oklahoma weather will cooperate. I feel like we have had the longest winter ever! I am complaining now but when you have this beautiful pool ready to use its quite frustrating.

Any who…I have tried a few new recipes and will be sharing them later (hopefully tomorrow). Until then, here is a feel good song to check out.

Compliments of my brother-in-law who I can’t wait to see this weekend!

Here is a pic of the pool tonight!