I created a lovely graphic page in which you can view to the side of this post. I used a Facebook Friend's photo she took of the fireplace and stockings were hung by the chimney with care..HeHe
I am so addicted to this digi-scrappin that I can't go a day without creating a page!! And, When I am not creating a page, I am thinking of a page to create whether it is a trip to the market, a friend's house, horseback riding at work!! But I guess it is nothing wrong with that as long as it doesn't consume one's mind all day....too late it already consumes my mind all day, HeHe!! No hope for me!!
In news today, i heard that Susan Rice has stepped down from the job with the Obama Administration. I don't know too much about this story but from what I can gather or heard, She stepped down cause it would bring unwanted attention and cause a distraction. Oh well, I say whatever!!
Anyway, I read an interesting article published on the Online version of Catholic Review titled " A Survival Kit for Christmas" and thought I would supply a link for you to read. Enjoy the article..
Also, Have a Blessed Day and remember to be kind to everyone who you meet because you never know what troubles, sorrows or events are happening in their lives. We all have our triumphs and pains only some know how to deal with it better than others... Oh and before I forget, I found this interesting Ad on Facebook informing the qualities of Real Men...
And speaking of Men, I'd like to leave you with a poem by Maya Angelou...
When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men.
Young men sharp as mustard.
See them. Men are always
They knew I was there. Fifteen
Years old and starving for them.
Under my window, they would pauses,
Their shoulders high like the
Breasts of a young girl,
Jacket tails slapping over
One day they hold you in the
Palms of their hands, gentle, as if you
Were the last raw egg in the world. Then
They tighten up. Just a little. The
First squeeze is nice. A quick hug.
Soft into your defenselessness. A little
More. The hurt begins. Wrench out a
Smile that slides around the fear. When the
Your mind pops, exploding fiercely, briefly,
Like the head of a kitchen match. Shattered.
It is your juice
That runs down their legs. Staining their shoes.
When the earth rights itself again,
And taste tries to return to the tongue,
Your body has slammed shut. Forever.
No keys exist.
Then the window draws full upon
Your mind. There, just beyond
The sway of curtains, men walk.
But this time, I will simply
Stand and watch.