Sunday, November 28, 2010


Picture taken years ago before digital, so it's not a clear picture. But I just had to scrap this one. My daughter as one of the angels in a childrens Christmas play.

Nativity by Dawn Inskip
Page Maks - Winter Volume2 by Birgit Kerr

Monday, November 22, 2010


My son Aaron during his "Toy Story" phase.....
Honky Tonk the Collection by Rosey Posey
Blueprints Set 4 by True Blue

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Magical Time of the Year

There is just something magical about the Christmas season. I love
watching my grandkids as they have this look of wonder throughout the

Basic Buds Vol 1 by Studio Buttercup
Un Peu Plus De Paix by Rosey Posey

Drum Stick 2007

Aaron's favorite part of the turkey is the you can see he totally enjoys it!
Basic Buds Vol 1 by Studio Buttercup
Everyday 365 Kits Collection- November Kit by Baers Garten

Snow Bunny

Blue Prints Set5 by True Blue
Snowfall by Rosey Posey


My youngest grandson Eli modeling his hat....
Blue Prints Set5 by True Blue
Denim Blue Reloaded Bundle by Flergs


Autumn Splendor templates collab between Buttercup and Blue Studio
Oma's Garden by Studio Q

Comfort for Me

Impressions of Comfort at Home by The Studio Girls


Autumn Splendor templates collab between Buttercup and Blue Studio template #4
Fragments 119 by Rosie Posie
Frivolous a fall mini by Rosie Posie
Dragonsend (paper) by Lori Davison
Drifting Snow (paper) by Lori Davison
Autumn Mist (ribbon) by Gypsy


Simple Buds Vol 1 by Studio Buttercup
Casual Attraction by Flergs and MGL


My youngest granddaughter, Sydney, after a nap....
Basic Buds Vol 1 by Studio Buttercup
Shabby Summer Collection


Punched Petals Vol 1 by Studio Buttercup
Confessions of a digi scrapper (paper)
I got you babe
Home Sweet Home
Casual attraction (Ribbon)Flergs

Pumpkin Patch

Clustered 1_4 by The Lab
Trick or Treat by Baers Garten

Corn Dog

Aaron enjoying a CORN DOG at the fair.....
Harvest kit by Dawn Inskip
Stamp It action by Studio Wendy

Wednesday, November 17, 2010


I read this in the Scrapgirls newsletter this morning it has a wonderful message in I thought I would share....

Be Brave and Tug!It was always there - itching and burning and bothering me. I didn't know why this particular incision was taking so much longer to heal than I expected it to. I also didn't know why I couldn't stop catching every virus that came into the vicinity. Maybe I was just being impatient, but after two months of feeling lousy, I wanted to feel better so I could move on. I finally decided to go to an acupuncturist to see if she could help.After describing my pain to her, she asked to look at my incision. As soon as she saw it, she exclaimed, "You still have a stitch in there!"Shocked, I asked, "Are you sure? Maybe it is a scar."She shook her head. "No, I'm looking at a black thread with a knot in it."I couldn't believe my ears. This was the second time a stitch was found since the doctor had "removed" the stitches after a recent surgery. The first stray stitch was discovered when my husband and I had been trying to determine why the wound wasn't healing properly and why I had an infection. Gary pulled it out and the site got well. But we overlooked this second stitch because we hadn't looked hard at the other side of the wound and missed it.I asked the acupuncturist to pull it out for me, and to her credit, she tried. But it didn't want to slip out easily, and as she didn't want to hurt me, she stopped. I didn't know what to do as I was away from home on business, and my husband wasn't available to help.The acupuncturist finished inserting the needles for the treatment and then left me in the room to rest. I did what anyone would do under such circumstances; I fell asleep.I began to dream about the bicycle I had received for Christmas when I was eight. It was a purple banana-seat wonder and came complete with streamers and a basket. I loved my bike and rode it everywhere.The dream started out wonderfully. I could feel the wind on my face as I rode. I could see my old neighborhood. I could hear the sound of the gravel crunch under my wheels as I streaked up the street. Suddenly, I remembered why I had scars on my knees. One day, I hit a big patch of gravel and tumbled over, getting rocks inside the skin over my kneecaps.When I came crying at the front door, my mother and grandmother consulted together and determined that someone would have to remove the rocks. (In those days, children didn’t go to doctors for such events. Instead, the closest adult to the child administered first aid.) My mother tried to remove them, but I screamed and wiggled away. Next, my grandmother attempted to remove them, but after she saw that she, too, would fail, she announced that I would have to take them out myself. I took the tweezers willingly, reasoning that at least I could feel where the skin ended and the kneecap began. After my fishing expedition was over, a small mound of gravel sat on the table.My grandmother beamed at me. “You are so tough," she said. "I don't think I've seen a child as brave as you are."I felt so proud of myself. I had done something hard and had succeeded.As soon as this memory ran through my dream, I knew what I needed to do. I needed to pull the stitch out myself.After I went back to my room, I collected my tweezers and fingernail clippers and went to work. It wasn't easy as the skin had partially grown over the knot. I almost gave up partway through the procedure, thinking that I might have to give up and find a doctor to help me.But then, my grandmother's voice came to me. "You're tough. You can do this."I nodded. Yes, I could do it. It was only one stitch.I grunted and stretched and squirmed. I poked and prodded and pulled. I gritted my teeth and, at last, the foreign object came out. I was free!Life is like that sometimes. We occasionally find that we have something or someone to remove from our lives. We must remove the stitch or the sore will continue to hurt and ooze. Removing it isn't easy, but once we've finished, we feel relief and pride in ourselves that we were brave enough to do it. We are free to heal. We are free to start over again. We are simply free.- Ro P.S. This is a Best of Ro Muse, written in 2009.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Every Little Bit Counts

The season of giving, gratitude and joy upon us. It is also often a very busy and hectic time of the year, creating a challenge for those of us with lengthy To-Do lists. However, no matter how busy we all get, it really is important to remember that when it comes to charity, Every Little Bit Counts.

To demonstrate this simple truth, a call went out across the digital community to designers everywhere inviting them each to contribute only one element to a charity collaboration for the Sick Kids Foundation.

The end result is an eclectic collection of unique elements, ranging from classic to quirky and everything in between.

TheEvery Little Bit Counts collection will only be available until the last week of December. 100% of the profits will then be donated to the Sick Kids Hospital Foundation.

Find out how you can receive this very special collection for only $5 and let your little bit count towards this very worthy cause.