We can also make New Year's resolutions. And, by the way, resolutions are meant to be kept and accomplished. I did accomplish a few of my goals: 1. Get the blog done; 2. Start a stampin' club (pinkpigy and the piglets); get a new recruit (yeah, piglet#1-Pam); 3. and, work harder at holding stamp workshops and classes. Now, this was just on my Stampin' Up! business. For my family resolutions: 1. Try to not be such a conservative in my opinions; 2. Be a bit more accomodating to family; 3. Strengthen my relationship with GOD. (these are not prioritized so I can bounce between each one as things happen).
So, here is a convention swap I made for this past year and I still like the stamp I used. I had the stamp set for a long time and was in the "last minute crunch" mode. Wherever I go, whatever I do, whoever I have a chance to meet - I want to enjoy it all. Learn what I can and just enjoy the journey. It is not a current stamp set, but I just like it. I will pick this card up several times and just admire that I could make such a beautiful, black and white, well-meaning piece of art. It might not be the top of the stamping gurus, but it is nicely done.
Now, I must share a story about this pigture. The bicycle reminds me of the ones back in the 50s-60s. Most of you know what I mean. Now, I do know how to ride a bicycle. It took me about 4 tries to master the balancing thing; however, I made it with the help of my sister. Oh yeah, this is another story in itself (about my sisters and brothers - another time). For now, it's learning how to ride a bike. We lived many places in our family lifetime. One was on the outskirts of town (I believe it was in Indianapolis), and the yard was fairly big. Along the property perimeter was a fence with a small opening so people could walk between houses. Well, one day I begged my sister to teach me to ride a bike. Now, the bike she had was not quite like the one pigtured above. In fact, it was kind of downright embarassing to be seen on it. We didn't have many luxuries, but we had fun with what we had. I wish I had a pigture of it so you could see it. I propped myself right up on the seat (that had no seat covering at all - just the bare metal frame); no tires on the wheels (just the metal rims); and no rubber covering on the handle bars - we are talking major junk bike. It did have brakes. My sister (Peggy) promised to not let go and that she would run along side of me using one hand to guide me along the way. I should have known this was not the right thing to do because I looked over and she wasn't there. Oh my gosh! I screamed and bam! right into the fence I went. I started crying because I had scratched my knee and I was shaking like a leaf. She hid her laughing and suggested we start again and this time, she really promised not to let go. So, up I went again and this time, she was right there with me (for all of about 6 steps); and, then I knew I was going to have to master this skill by myself. I managed to stay balanced and there was the fence again..... well, I steered right into the opening of the fence and continued on until I realized I had to do something like put on the brakes and learn how to get off the bike without killing myself. It didn't matter if I even scratched my other knee because the one knee was still hurting, so what difference did it make - one or both hurting. So, I leaned a little too much to one side and I fell over - on the ground. Now, I had two knees a an elbow hurting. I got up and decided to learn on my own. I figured it out but I learned even more that the journey might not be the easiest, but I learned something even more valuable.... don't learn to ride a bike with good clothes on - I ripped the shorts I had just put on (that my grandma had made for me). I think I was in more trouble for that than learning to trust my sister. I did continue to trust her because I have more stories to share.
Have a new happy beginning this year, and happy pigtrails to you, pinkpigy@aol.com