Ideas Keep Coming

The card shop  has closed but not the ideas. I am still addicted to making cards and probably will never stop. I enjoy making them. For now, though, the store will remain closed, but I will continue to make cards and if anyone wants to buy them, they are welcome to do so. Can’t control the urge to draw, cut, stencil, glue, you name it, to create a card. Such fun and relaxation!

On a particularly stressful day, I was taking a my usual work break, and decided to make an Easter card for my momma. All my splintered nerves were sandpapered over to smoothness and I began to feel so much better. Just focusing on something else for a few minutes, something that would make another person happy, and force me to come up with cool embellishments, was the medicine I needed. I went a step further and started playing with some pastel pencils and began to draw faces, just to see what I could do. Yes, they need some sprucing up, some alteration, but one can tell that they are faces with hair and necks. They just need to look more professional.

Feel like a kid with grown up crayons! But who says one outgrows those anyway? Ideas and creativity come in all  forms of media, all ages and there is no end to what anyone can dream up. As I have said before, no expiration date. What’s even better is that the craft world is always updating what one can play with! Card stock, beads, paper punch, die cuts, etc.. just never stops and who wants it to. I don’t.

Art is something we all need in our lives, and it is all kinds of avenues, from music to cooking, to sewing, to writing, to well… you pick… All I can say is, give me some paper and something to draw with and I am in! Anyone else? Hmmm..Let’s see, if I just draw it this way….



A gun that several  gang members share and actually put back in its place. Amazing. I was under the impression that most gangs didn’t like each other due to turf wars or maybe power trips. You do hear about the fights between rival gang members from time to time. To think that some actually work together. Hmmm… but then again, the cause is not exactly an honorable one. They just take turns killing with it.

Sad when bad choices are made out of desperation, when a sense of belonging is needed and the family isn’t there for you. So the gang becomes the family, the father,mother, sister, and brother, you name it, the replacement for the relatives and even friends that one may feel let them down. Gangs have strong bonds, and they look out for each other, they take you in and make you feel important. Deep down a person knows they messed up, but on the surface, they won’t admit it. They will hang and they will find a way to survive.

Guns, drugs, beatings, abandoned buildings, jail time, what a life to life. No stability, no grounded foundation to call a home. Just keep moving like the artful dodger in Oliver Twist. One step ahead of the law. Don’t get caught. Make some fast cash. Use some if you like. Come on; take a swig or two, or three. Let’s party. Everything will be okay. Walking down the street in your specified uniform of colors, people shy away from you, in fear. Is this respect or what, you might think. No, it’s not. The rest of the world wants to live and they don’t want to agitate you.

Community gun sharing, how pathetic. Why not community caring? Safer alternatives for kids to turn to, like YMCAs, art classes, libraries, adults who can advise, offer positive direction.  Better examples of what families should be. No bullying, no hate, no insults, and a safe place to live. Let the talents emerge so that the buried self esteem will radiate through the smile that was hidden beneath the hurt. That’s what I call cooperation

Please Follow the Rules!

Just read most wonderful and intelligent list of “commandments” that everyone should be required to read. Who should read them? Anyone who does not have a special needs child! These commandments are ways you can interact with a child, specifically one with autism or one who is in the spectrum of autism such as PDD-NOS.  Well, I’d like to add some more to those, for the parent’s sake. Just for educational purposes, of course.

  1. Don’t feel sorry for us. Who needs sympathy? I’ve said it before and I will say it again, it doesn’t work for us.
  2. Don’t give our child dirty looks or us when they decide to exhibit their own unique behaviors. Hey, we are all different and react in our ways to various situations, so back off, why don’t you. If anything, offer some help, that’s most appreciated.
  3. Don’t say, “I’m so glad my child(ren) is/are healthy”. Our child is healthy, they aren’t sick. They don’t have the flu. Children with autism have neurological disorders that affect the way they socialize, talk, etc… not an illness.
  4. Please don’t exclude us from your social circle. Our kids need to learn from yours and we like to talk to other parents too.
  5. For the Doctors, at least some out there, never tell a parent that their child won’t go far in life, never do anything, you will eat crow.
  6. For some teachers, not all, we parents are not stupid, nor are we an emotional wreck over our child’s disability. We want to work with you and if we see that a change needs to takes place, please cooperate and make an effort to accommodate. We want what is best for our child and we are trying to help you too.
  7. No name calling please, that’s just wrong. Just shows how ignorant one can be. May be fun at the moment, but you are really hurting us and our loved ones. Think before you speak.

8. For caregivers, please expand  your horizons and include the special needs community. Seems most of the daycares out there or individuals just don’t have an interest in tending to someone who has special needs. Why? All parents need a break sometimes.

9. More opportunities not only for the younger kids but for the older ones is also needed. They sometimes get less to do but they still have a need for activity as well, even past the teenage years.

10. Most importantly, understanding. How? Ask us questions and you will  learn! We don’t mind, really, and it’s something we like doing. Curiosity shows that you are interested in breaking out of the so-called “comfort-zone” and realize that our kids and  us are actually real people too. And for the record, they drive us nuts, too.

He Lived His Dream

Took a year to plan the outing but we pulled it off. Our son was most likely the oldest kid to watch the show but that didn’t matter. Disney on Ice was in town and he was going to see it.

Joshua, our oldest son, happens to love Disney, especially the princesses mentioned in the many stories they present in film. What a treat he was in for! He can still name them all, and can tell you the story they belong to. How’s that for memory?

Sunday, my husband picked up him at the house he rents with two other young men, and told him the great news. Talk about one happy guy! The last show for the evening was the one we would be going to see and afterwards someplace for dinner. Tickets in hand and directions to follow to The Conseco Fieldhouse, we were on our way. While looking for parking, we noticed many little “princesses”, all dressed up in their finery, gowns and some with crowns, all heading to the same event we were. Reluctant little guys were seen tagging along with their parents, I’m sure they probably would rather have anywhere else, but hey, it’s Disney and it would be fun.

We sit and watch a most spectacular show of talent on ice that would rival the Olympic skaters. How many have you seen skating in bulky costumes like the gator from “The Princess and the Frog? And what about the horse from “Tangled” I’d be slipping on my behind if it were me. They were all graceful, smooth, making what they did look like it nothing but touching blades to ice. They were very smooth. And the costumes were made to look just like the characters from the movies, details included. Of course, it’s Disney, how else could it be?

Joshua sat for two hours enjoying every movement, word, and song. He clapped and sang and his eyes stayed lit up during the show. The trouble it took to find parking was worth it, since the Super Bowl was days away from coming to our city, and most of the streets were closed. In that dark, crowded, fieldhouse, with music playing loudly over the speakers, our son, got to see his dream come true. The princesses were there to tell their stories, to sing and dance on the ice. Even Mickey and Minnie, Goofy and Donald Duck hosted and introduced each star attraction. If it takes a while to pay off the tickets paid, so be it. We’ll just do it again the next time Disney comes to town. After all, some dreams are meant to come true.

Really Now

Mitt Romney has now declared himself an insenstive moron. Seems he made a disasterous statement about not being very concerned about the “very poor”. Gee, aren’t you a saint. Probably doesn’t care since they can’t line his pockets with funds even though most would like to jump right into a better income bracket. Now I wonder, does that mean that there are no “poor” at all? Are there just the rich and the ??? The heck with it, there are no classes anymore, except for the wealthy and then the ones who live pay to paycheck. That’s reality.

Mr. Romney must live in a protective bubble filled with fantasy land characters or  maybe he just doesn’t want to get along with everyone. Geesh, must be his upbringing. And politicians wonder why the public trust isn’t there? And the approval ratings? What a joke. I doubt those are representative of everyone in the United States, but then again they can’t really poll everyone anyway.

Wonder who else Romney will deny, the disabled like my son Joshua? the elderly? the unemployed? Can someone slap him with a dose of compassion and wake him up to what is known as the “real world”. Okay, I’ll do it. Hand me a pin and I’ll pop that bubble.