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it's official. hell has frozen over.

My unmarried brother informed me last night that he was pregnant. No, not this way. His fiancee is pregnant. He had a difficult time breaking the news to his very traditional, Filipino, Catholic family. He was shaking in his boots telling me, his oldest and sternest sister, who used to spank him for misbehaving. Yes, I had those privileges, along with driving and doing laundry for 7 brown people. At first he told me all about his new camera, the Nikon D80, as if it would soften the blow. How did he know that I would be more distracted by the new camera than the news that I would be an auntie? What could I say? They were going to get married in September anyway. 650 brown people. I thought my own wedding was a circus with 200 people.

To each their own, I guess. He's old enough. He and his fiancee have a career. They are financially stable. I could only support and congratulate them both. We're no longer living in the Philippines where we would probably be shunned for having premarital sex. To have EVIDENCE that we had premarital sex, the sin of all sins? For that we're taking away the karaoke. Ha! It was breaking the news to my parents that should have scared him. They are very strict, law-abiding, bible-following folks and until recently, I was the black sheep of the family. First, I get a B in Physical Education. Second, I dated my now-husband. Years ago, my mother insisted that I go to confession when she found out I was was with a divorced man with 2 children. And Jeff and I weren't even having intercourse. I thought about it. A lot. But we were still not taking any chances because my parents scared the shit out of me. And now here it is 10 years later. We're still not having any sex because my parents still scare the shit out of me.

My brother finally told them last night. I expected my brother to be drowning in holy water by the time my mother was done with him. But, alas, my parents, who have become lazy or tired in their old age, were completely accepting of the news. Now my husband and I can finally have sex.

the nightingale pledge.

I am bringing back old supplies and it feels good. I am really trying to stop the madness and just use the stuff I already have. I can't possibly keep doing what I've been doing and not feel like I am drowning in STUFF. I don't care that my pages look nothing like what's trendy in the scrapping world. I am enjoying the process again and I am fine with that.

Nothing new on this page except my new Martha Stewart border punch.

The Nightingale Pledge  
Bazzill black cardstock
Bazzill green cardstock
DCWV green cardstock
Neenah black cardstock
Georgia Pacific white cardstock
KI Memories patterned paper
Quickutz Studio alphabet dies
Walmart silk flower
7Gypsies stamp
Junkitz button
ribbon unknown
Charme font
Martha Stewart border punch

some things don't change.

We are taking advantage of this 3 day weekend to prepare for Abby's arrival next week for her summer visit. This is the first time she will see her dad and me since Christmas and the first time she will see her brother in 5 months. It's been trying for all of us, so many changes, but we believe that we made the right decision to bring Jr. here to live permanently. There is a buzz in the air. I will no longer be the only girl in the house. Estrogen is coming! Estrogen is coming!

Some things 500

Supplies: Love, Elsie patterned paper and stickers, raw chipboard cut with Sizzix scallop frame and hearts, Making Memories white acrylic paint, Cricut Plantin Schoolbook cartridge, Mod Podge, Hero Arts number stamps, Times New Roman font, Bazzill cardstock

felt up.

One day, when I win Megabucks, I will become a lady of leisure, spend all day ogling flickr, eating bon bons, and making cute, felt projects. Ah, to dream...

1. Camera camera case "Degi-came" spring green, 2. Doggie Mascot, 3. Camera camera case "Degi-came" lavender blue, 4. Tv Carta de ajuste, 5. new owls, 6. bloquinhos 84, 7. Fleur de lis, 8. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!, 9. red bird on a branch felt pillow, 10. green jolly roger cupcake embellishment, 11. jogo galo f, 12. Filztasche, 13. Milk?, 14. Kirby the Needling, 15. Yummy IceCream Pin, 16. Squirrel loves cake purse, 17. pink felt cupcake, 18. Freshly baked!, 19. chocolatestrawberrycake2, 20. Bottle Cap Pin Cushion #31, 21. Gadget Pouch, 22. Boom box iPod Cosy, 23. Push phone pouch -mustard yellow, 24. eno01, 25. Cupcakes, 26. medium sized felt storage buckets, 27. May Flower Brooch, 28. Mirna Headband, 29. yellow ochre bag (detail), 30. Kitty Cavalcade, 31. Handmade Felt Sushi, 32. functional felt WIP, 33. All Star Tape Measure, 34. DSC06023, 35. DSC06042, 36. Felt doll (Emily)

seeing stars.

I brought out the star punches and limited myself to a few supplies today. It's easy to get overwhelmed by THINGS when there really is so much around me. Slowly, but surely, I am paring down the supplies by actually using them. Imagine that. I think I'm making a dent. :)

Some cards:

A page for the Pediatric Unit scrapbook.

ready for june.

Here's another card using the same stamp. The stamp measures 4.5 in x 6 in so it fits perfectly on a 6 in x 6 in card.
Stampin' Up! Calendar stamp
Stampin' Up! Full Calendar stamp set
Stampin' Up! Baroque Motifs stamp set
Stampin' Up! So Saffron ink pad
Stampin' Up! Taken with Teal ink pad
Marvy star punch
Paper Shapers star punch
buttons unknown
DMC floss
Rob & Bob letter rubons

may flowers.

I am enamored with this calendar stamp by Stampin' Up!

Stampin' Up! Calendar stamp   
Stampin' Up! Full Calendar stamp set
Stampin' Up! Pixie Pink ink pad
ribbon scrap
neon green carstock scraps
Bazzill brown cardstock
Heidi Swapp ghost flowers
buttons unknown

mama said there'd be days like this.

Sometimes I feel like I don't belong in this position. Everyday is a learning experience and at times I feel way over my head. I am a nurse at the very heart of it all and I have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that I am now on the other spectrum of patient care. I look at the patients on my floor and I miss the interaction with them: getting the toddler to take his medicine, comforting a very tired parent, encouraging a post operative patient to walk for the first time, changing a poopy diaper. Sigh. I miss it. Especially on days like this. I am now dealing more with paperwork, employee complaints, and dissension. Can't we all just get along? Can't we put differences aside and just be kind to one another? Aren't we all here for the patients? I am new at this job and it hurts to hear that someone does not think I am doing a good job. I WANT to do well. I WANT to be there for the nurses. I WANT to be a good manager. I know it is a process and I am trying my best. I just don't like the road to getting there.


Office2 Office1


I overhauled my work desk and had my husband add little shelves this past weekend so that I could actually see the desk. I have a very small office and it has to be efficient or else I am in trouble. Unlike my usually cluttered scrap space, I cannot be productive in such a mess. Of course, the space is infused with scrapbooking--the papers, framed pages, bright colors, and flowers. Sprinkle it with jars of chocolate and I'm set. It doesn't take much to make this gal happy. :)

My organizational kick has spilled over into my scrap space. I hate looking at the mess I make and this weekend I was going to fix it. Dammit. I have finished one wall, packing things in bins I bought at Joann's a while ago on sale for 50% off. It sat in the room for months, waiting to be used and filled with scrap goodies. I have slowly been tackling the rest of the room.

Here is one wall so far: