Some DIY | Some Lessons

Firstly, I must give credit where credit is due:  

The Proper Pinwheel

image credit belongs to The Proper Pinwheel more below:

The above photo is NOT mine but used as reference to the idea behind the project. This idea was not mine but, is my own version of the ever popular DIY creative, Lexy Ward via The Proper Pinwheel. Please follow all of Lexy’s social media networks to see more of her genuinely unique creations Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter, Tumblr; but most important Subscribe! The inspiration for my post here was her Potato Stamp Neon Napkins DIY. If this project doesn’t interest you, Lexy B Ward projects can also be seen on the best DIY community on Curbly.com!

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OK, Now its time to talk about ME lol! As promised, I have much new fruitful learnings to share with my fellows here, from the many adventures  throughout our “lovely” Summer experiences! Like I say, “Onward and Upward”

SOME DIY

As you all know I am convinced in some delirious part of my brain, that I can complete a DIY! In fact, I have semi-completed 1 so far. The painting and gluing will be the last steps to the (DIY towel rack) completion. In the meantime, I have also added to the mix a few more pieces of DIY inspiration for our new white walls/blank canvas, in our (rental) apartment we have at our decor disposal now. I myself am almost frightened of what I will do or think of next. 

SOME LESSONS

And, that fact, has got me thinking alot more lately…I have always had a fear of completion. I dont know where it stems from. When I was a full blown alcoholic/addict, I had never completed any thing in my life, from start to finish. Not Once. Besides grades 1 through 11. Even my University career has been shortlived or started and not finished; ever. Tried twice already, and I am soon on my third; so I’d better figure this out FAST! TEEN’s own University career is up for discussion as of late and I’m feeling inadequate for advice or inspiration, never having completed my own. Of course, its for one reason or another. It’s never that I’d set out to start something and not finish–it’s just seemed to always turn out that way.

I even remember giving birth to TEEN, saying to my Mother “hey, thats the first thing I have ever done full circle, from start to finish Mom!” The second thing I ever completed once the one thing that saved my life. The 12 Steps of Alcoholics Anonymous (with a Sponsor). The memory of finishing the 12th Step is clear as yesterday. It was 8 years plus ago. We sat on a bench outside our meeting space, under a low-rise condominium. The second we completed the reading portion a splash of fresh fallen rain water fell beside us with a loud noise that made us startle! The water represented for me the baptism of joining my new life. FYI – I also promised a post regarding my addiction experiences. I will get around to finishing it … soon ;) 

Told you I learned alot from our experiences this summer. About me, my children, my family, friends, neighbours and beliefs. There’s a few things I am working on inside. I have much more to share but, lets talk swag decor now (lol! swag).

THE GOOD STUFF:

My Photos:  

Presenting the first to be completed actually, my Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamp Art

Dollarama | Crinkle-Cut Potato Slicer

Our potatoe slices made with the Dollarama six year old ‘crinkle-cut potato slicer’

I chose this crinkle-cut slicer to create a unique characteristic in our DIY (to be different from the original idea as well); hopingto give a wavy sort of look on the paint. 

Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamp

OH! Cut potato in opposite directions again for uniqueness in our interpretation


Grabbed LOs small already cut-off black shorts, knowing the next day was to be a hot one here. The black helps boast the bright neons chosen for paint. Age and condition of the shorts only assisted me in being ok with messing up, which is always a great possibility when I set out to do, anything;)

Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamped clothing choice

TIP:  Slip cardboard between fabric to prevent sticking, bleeding of paint colour, & preventing ‘bunched up’ paint stamp


YES, I thought of that TIPall on my own ;D  

Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamper

just a cool shot


 

Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamp - first stamp

aww … our first stamp – nail biting!


 

Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamp - LO

LO is now an experienced fashion designer


LO was so excited to wear her shorts I don’t know how I managed to get her to sleep. Next day we both decided to show off our home DIY ‘fashion designs’ together! I love watching LOs posture just rise three-feet higher as she prances into school, announcing her creation to impressed teachers and classmates. With her developmental delays LO doesn’t have many other children understand or approach her for play. I encourage her creativity to offer her a way to introduce herself and add more verbal communication between her and her fellows (at daycare/”school”). 

The sweet reveal images:  

 

Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamp - tank top reveal

here she is! my tank top reveal


Unfortunately, LO wouldn’t stay still for a photo of her shorts. They all appear too blurry to post. Now, remember I am no photo genius or no DIY genius! The next shots were fun in the moment try-ons and non-professional. 

Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamp - opps

Oppsie! NO I am NOT pregnant, although this photo makes it look like I am from a distance!


Definitely no chance of pregnancy with this blogger…last photo is my favorite. The back of my tank top turned out much better than the front; probably because I did the back last. Next time I will learn the mistakes that way. 

completed tank top

completed project #1 ;) We actually got compliments all day about our clothes!

Remember, This is just one of the projects I have started around the house. PLEASE, I welcome the push to see me complete and POST my projects! I’d love to hear your colour recommendations, or different ideas and inspirations you’d like to share with me. Consider me your DIY Ginea Pig:  If I have the tools, I will try it! Leave behind a link to ANY DIY projects you’ve posted completed or started LOL around the house; you know, so I know Im not alone in learning how to FINISH things! 

JayNine xo 

As I have said in the past, if you like my photos and wish to use them, just ask or drop me a line of the content it’s been featured in, thanks. Remember, these are my family time photos and I expect them to be shared in the same manner.

Our **** Summer

These are the stories of our summer experience.  Don’t expect glorious photos of an overseas beach somewhere in vacation land–because thats not at all what ours was like!

“I haven’t done much writing, I know”. A lame endlessly spoken phrase by bloggers throughout the summer vacation days, I know you’re tired of hearing. Especially by Moms. I get that. Here’s the thing though, our summer sucked. And I can promise you, it was NO VACATION around here! 

Oh, may I remind you first, I am thee most grateful person alive, thanks to the way my Mom raised me! That’s truly the only way we made it through our summer circumstances, with much hope and reasessed aspirations for our immediate future! 

In my *new life, I have always been sure to take a real good rigirously honest look at a situation:  I can decide to stay sore and harbour some resentments about the circumstances; OR I accept the outcome (the situation) with a new perspective, one of having learnt a valuable lesson. Or 2 or 3… *new life is a reference to my experience of recovering from addiction, and having been freed of that old life. “It is like being re-born” (Big Book of AA)

Here’s the “sitch

Long dramatic story as short as possible. 10 months ago left ‘hubby’ house vehicle & everything, traded for happiness. Restarted fresh again, in our new little town near family. They’re the only ones I can count on in life over and over, and I have finally learned that one. Where they move–we move! Period. Anyway, happily our wee family made our way to an apartment we made a home immediately. 4 year old developmentally delayed, had about a years growth set back durinmg the six months she was pulled out of daycare we called ‘school’. It costed the whole family trust me. Poor thing. So we looked so forward to our first Summer close to family :D!

Add a nightmare neighbour who knows nothing of consideration for others and her lack of self-awareness, we ended up having a waterfall throughout or new (landlord just newly renovated 1 year prior!) kitchen, bathroom, and diningroom/livingroom. Not pleased. We had brought everyting we could when we left our house behind and I am in debt over my head due to that ‘house stuff’. Point is, what we had left was not much. It was what I managed to salvage from a bitter split. Don’t get me wrong, I always chose happiness over “stuff”! It just seemed like it was “all we had” left you know. 

I dont like spending my time weeping over the past but, feel the need to get this off my chest …July 29th got flooded. Next day, contractors came to open walls at 430-7PM, yes very inconvenient timing. As they opened walls, found 10-15 YEARS worth of black mold growth; we could now not live in and had to pack 3 peoples important belongings to get out right away. Also, finding somewhere to stay temporarily. I only have Mom in this town.

 Let me take one step back:  That morning the assessment from head of contracting team was relaxed, playing it cool, not worried about us having to move out. There was no suggestion of that. I also requested very simply that our belongings be covered by his team with tarps, painters sheets, plastic rolls–I didnt care, as long as it was all covered. He  his understanding of that reuqest, by offering me the size/measurement type of plastic that would be used to cover our belongings. I re-affirmed it again, and went back to tidying up around the water damage I could deal with and went on worry free about my day! So as the pakc up, run and find accomodations now part of the day came, at 25 minutes before I had to pick up LO (the 4 year old with cognitive understanding delays), explain to her again, that we could not go home…. All and all, THAT was thee hardest part. Listening to her cry each day as we passed her home to get to ‘school’ that she wanted to go home, just ripped my heart in pieces. Nothing I said could help her understand again, that we could not go to her home because it was broken.

Thankfully, after the mess of lawyers, landlord tenant court visits, and finally forcing my landlord to do the right thing (accept give us the proper monetary compensation I know we deserve but, couldnt bother fighting for)–I played with terms I used with LO, and slowly assisted her into understanding this broken home stuff was no one’s fault and that we’d be back home in no time! Regardless of the truth that I didnt know when or what direction our circumstances were going at the time. 

During all of that mess, for the first time ever, I started having issues with my teenage brother and Mother. I dont need to get into that. You all know what fighting with family can look like. We ended up having a few (new remember) neighbours pull together and one lent us their families tent trailer! Called us to her house one evening, drove it over, set it up, lent us all the utilities we needed to cook and live–BAM! JUST LIKE THAT! We had a cool new temporary home, that was actually literally, in our own backyard LOL! Even TEEN was excited (til after a few hot mornings lol)! LO and I love the outdoors. Besides, we had always said we were going to the trailer this Summer; we just didnt know what way it was going to happen. 

This is my outlook. This is ME. This is the ways I have raised my children. I have to find the light in the dark. I have to be the light in the dark. I have to shine the light in the dark. 

Don’t get me wrong, it sucked real bad compared to home. But, we were able to use our bathroom (no ceiling) and bathe, so there wasn’t really much to complain about. Now, sleeping in a tent trailer for a single mom is pretty scary! I admit to you guys I barely slept a wink worrying about someone coming to get us lol…Thankfully we managed safely. However lovely my attitude of gratitude sounds, this story is not over yet! 

After 4 nights in the trailer, I started feeling like I was catching a cold. I never get sick so I was paying close attention to the changes in my body. (I am also ‘temporarily disabled’ at this time. that’s a whole other category too…) Maybe it was all the moving boxes, bags, garbage, furniture, stuff in and out from destroyed house, to Moms, to trailer, to insanity, that exhasuted my body enought to give into something. Either way I went straight to Doctors for a throat swab thinking it was Strep Throat; it was going around LOs school at the time. Got some antibiotics before the test results and went on my sick sucky way. 

I get some crazy headaches comparable to delivering twins no epidural through the sides of my head, with a weight the size of the old Coyote cartoons that used to drop on heads every episode; couldnt see, couldnt walk, couldnt talk. Headed to the doctors office whom called ahead to book me into hospital where I headed with TEEN next. All the while LO is at ‘school’ knowing non of this is happening. TEEN calls Mom who remember ‘doesnt enjoy her summer having us in her living space’ LMAO who now has to pick up and be Mom for God knows how long, right away, and make it to see God knows what’s going on in my head. My Mom doesnt prepare for sickness well. Always thinks I am over-reacting. But, I dont get sick. Shows up, just in time for me to get some pain meds (which arent provinding any relief at all), send TEEN home to her house; and jump into emergency ambulance ride to another hospital for a Cat Scan (of my pounding head)! I am in quarantine cuz there’s infection in blood, they just dont know what it is. 

After Cat Scan I get to have an Epidural! lol Actually, its abbreviated an LP Lumbar Puncture. LP is when they curve your spin, while awake, freeze your back, then freeze the nerves in your back somehow, puncture an enormous thick needle between two discs in lower back, to remove and test a persons Spinal Fluid. FUN! Spinal Fluid is sterile. That and Urine, I was informed. I guessed that’s why the ancients used urine as tooth paste apparently. Mine looked sterile, free from sightly bacteria, however further testing that day revealed White T Cells. Means infection. But, of what type:  A-Bacterial or B-Viral Praying for viral my mother went home and I was left feeling to die while giving birth through the brain. Not one drop of Morphine brought relief. I was curled up in a ball almost falling everytime I had to get up to use bathroom. Quaranteed, so no nurse even wanted anything to do with me, accept to poke, prod, and steal my blood for 2 long days and nights. We were told as soon as tests came back it was a Viral Menigitis. WOW! HAPPY CAMPER! No, I really was because if it was the Bacterial kind, there’s much higher risks of losing limbs and can even be fatal. The blessings rolled in from there on in. 

Finally, on the third day doctor came in changed pain meds, I found relief and next day was sent home… but after only 4 days and nights total for unworthy contractors, insurance companies and landlords to figure out when we’d have our home back…where was home to be. Thank God again, the second my Mom brought my iPhone, I sent landlord a message stating in hospital, get it done, I need my home asap. Period. And I truly at that point wouldve camped out in his families front yard had the work not of progressed as quickly (funny hey!y) as it did after that! Within two days we had our apartment repaired and painted, all accept for the laminate flooring throughout the main rooms laid

Ok, so here we are caught up to today. I am actually relaxing outdoors awating the arrival of the flooring guys, who’ve already tried to cancel once, just finished packing for a two day vacation away at you guessed it:  A friends parents TRAILER LMAO! Her parents heard our story and decided to book the rental trailer in their park for us, as a vacation for our last long weekend of Summer Vacation, of course. Like I haven’t seen enough of the inside of a trailer this year. Super grateful nonetheless though.

Their trailer park has 2 pools, a lake, and a beach. Great because LO has been asking to swim in a real pool forever. Cuz the neighbours ‘little’ pool is “not a real pool” according to her LMAO. She did have some amazing time swimming there, usually alone though, because of the temperature lol. My LO is a trooper and a teacher of strength and bravery for even me.

THERE, now that you are aware of our shitty summer OH SHIT–I Forgot to mention!

THAT “shit” word, is actually quite accurate. To sum up the reason for the flood, which I am sure you’re wondering about. Well, it had to be written on the insurance papers because, they have to include a “cause“:

The world’s largest feces, jammed in the tank of a low flush toilet

That was the exact cause…YES, even included photos in the claim. Even grosser still, since living with these wimpy-water-money-saving ‘low-flush-toilet systems (I totally appreciate that ok), I have had to train my children in the ‘How To Low-Flush Rules’ of our bathroom. Obviously the unawareness of our nightmare
neighbour hasn’t had experience with these rules. I pray she will remember them now. Seriously. These incidents happen often with the low-flush tanks.

From now on, I promise you no more shitty posts! We have learned much! I had many different personal experience epiphany’s I look forward to sharing with you for the next few posts. Enough with this shit. And just in case you were wondering, we’re all good now. We are excitedly relieved to be back in our home. We have moved forward.

I will be writing my next update post immediately after this one, to share some insight we gained through all of this.

Thanks for sticking around and having a read. I look forward to having the time now to read all about your summers. If you stopped by, you might as well leave me a link in the comments below so I can visit OK!?

Thanks, Your WP Friend/Family,
JayNine xo

On Line Memory Keepers

If you follow me on Instagram (see our latest in Life on Instagram in right side bar there–>) you will discover a few really cool different iTunes photo editing Apps, that I just adore!

While on Instagram, I tend to use their regular choices filters, to brighten, blur, or lighten a focal point within an image as a corrective measure lol. You’ll notice I favor one in particular that I am slightly obsessed with, iTunes My PopAGraph App.  Read more about PopAGraph here…

Like I have said before: 

an image taken, is more than just a ‘photo’. It contains the ultimate visual expression closest to tangible form of our very own personal experience; and pieces of our memories…” 

The editing tools on PopAGraph allows us to re-create the memory, even a little further. The main idea being to have the focal point of any image ‘pop’ or ‘stand-out’ above the rest of its surroundings. For fun examples, look through my blog in the PopAGraph Category, or search #popagraph on Instagram. Colour’s come to life, vibrance is at your fingertips; its like emotions are Popping off the page with feeling! 

(OH YEAH, **this post has been updated as it was to be shared prior to my Hospital stay last Wednesday…these are some photo examples of what we share on ‘insta‘ –which would have also covered last weeks Weekly Photo Challenge: “One Shot, Two Ways”)

blue dots landscape

blue dots –landscape view of LO’s crafts aug2013

As a mother of two, I am so over trying to find the space to keep loads, piles, and endless years of paper memories from my children’s youth –Phew! 

InsteadI followed the footsteps of another (blogger mom, nope cant remember where from either lol) and started utilizing the digital on-line storage capabilities sites like Instagram have to freely offer! Now, I take photographs of the bests of the childrens/teens crafts or paperworks, add a description, a unique date in a hashtag form; and upload the lot there. Using the applications like Photo Journals. Best part is each image is dated, signed, sealed, away, and organized another AHHHHH… Phew

blue dots, portrait

blue dots, portrait view of LOs craft from aug2013

This way its keeping track for me and LO the different levels of her development, achievements, and growth. What’s better than also being able to present that growth to your child as they get older!? Especially with my LO as she struggles with Developmental Delays. The photo journal entries are simply incredible memory holders for us all! 

Instagram holds all of our images on their storage too, which saves us on computer storage space. Leave the images within your iPhone Photo Stream (where they are stored under “Instagram”) with the immediate availability to *print at your fingertips! Instead of the Mess!:D 

NOTE:  For *Print immediately options see your printers instructions. See they are  e-print or air print compatible.*

The other sites available for photo journals like this are flickr (which we dont use) and tumblr. You can create free accounts, store photos, dated and descriptive. Flickr even includes the type of camera some images were taken with.

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That’s it for now. WE have been recovering as a family from a series of unfortunate events–literally, not the movie title although at times I feel as though life itself was trying to rid me of the experience LOL! We’ve been from a flood, to mould exposure, lived in a trailer and Grandmas, and icing on the cake, renovated apartment without a floor; after just being released from hospital with a bout of (viral) Meningitis for me! 

Despite the trials and hardships, I have learned more as a person in the last month than I hav ever learned in life. About Life itself. We are all happy, all in one piece, and feel as though we’ve just got another new apartment ;D …

There is always a silver lining or a good side. What’s yours? Has your summer somehow worked out to be a non-vacation work-through type as well? Did it start out bad and reveal some good? What’s your blue spot on your shiny summer? What shined through most for you?!

JayNine xo

 

Lessons while Driving

Each and every time, without fail, that I get the opportunity to drive any friends car, alone, without the children, on a nice day (or not); I cannot help but do a few of the following:

* HONK at cows!
A MUST!are you kidding me! They are the coolest creatures on earth and have a great life. Stand, sit, lye, eat, sleep, Repeat. If I believed in re-incarnation, I’d want to be a cow. (but, not one that would be harmed…) I’d have a bunch of fabulous buddies, hangin in the feilds, chewin complainin chatin, moooo’in; maxin and relaxin. Really! Feed me lots, and let me roam. Having already had, the opportunity to feel like a “milked” cow during breast feeding; I am not sure I’d mind that part very much either! Seriously, HONK AT A COW the next time you see a bunch on a country drive: WATCH their reaction! They really appreciate it!

** SING!
ooohh no, not just sing a tune here and there! I talking half way out the window like a dog on a hot day SING. Like in EVERY video of Mariah Carey type: hair stickin to my poppin lip gloss, beltin it out fearlessly–like I THINK I can actually sing. I cannot sing to save my own life but, I do it anyways!
What I enjoy most is the reactions I get from passerby folks or at the lights. Strangers starring. I just pretend I cannot see their faces. Holding a straight face is a difficult game. Some sing along, give a wave, look at me like I have 3 heads–doesnt change my tone. It is thee only place I know I wont see these people again.
TIP: Epecially fun when driving out of your own town.

*** PRAY:
Praying in a vehicle for me reminds me of when I first got ‘clean and sober’ 7+ years ago and ‘re-found God’ (whom had never left, another post..). There was once of these anonymous ‘poems’ or encouraging writings by someone just circulating around at the time with the suggestion: “..when in doubt, talk to the Empty Chair”. It was some kind of representation for sitting across a seat speaking to Jesus. I LOVED THAT idea, and in fact I used it often. In a vehicle is where I get that opportunity again. A reminder of the fresh newly renewed adoration I had for God that I had back then. I believed then, at any given moment I didn’t ask God to ‘be with me’ that I would die or relapse. “..And to relapse was to die anyway, that is just how it was for us (me)” … Which brings me straight into my next MUST and DRIVE:

*** CRY like a baby:
YEP, drive and cry. Pullover if it’s real bad even. I will cry to any song that has touching words. The beat or tempo has no meaning to me (unless its crap).
I CRY uncontrollably each and every single time I get to drive a friends car. It’s almost pathetic.

LIST OF CRYING SONGS:
“Christmas Shoes” seriously, don’t even try NOT to cry listening to that.
— “Livin On A Prayer” by Bon Jovi
(Original Version is nothing compared to live!)that’s another one of those ‘early sobriety songs’ for me.

TODAY, specifically THIS song HIT me in the HEART:

These are the words. No matter what “Genre” you care for, this song spoke to my core. The ‘humane being’ in me.
I don’t expect you to like it. agree with it…even listen to the words.
This was my moment today. In my experience, this was the uncontrollable cry for me today in particular.
(Here is the link to the words to read of the song.)

I can barely put into words what I felt inside today. About myself. About life. About people I knew. About humanity at it’s worst and it’s best. It. Just. Hit. Me. Hard. link to YouTube.
Close Your Eyes and Imagine Your Children.

I have never heard this before.
It’s an old one: According to my teen.
Take a listen here; or read the words.

THE LAST Song was: “People Like Us” by Kelly Clarkson I have never heard before. In the moment I needed an upbeat song! It fit the bill and I pretended to know the words as I sang….(listen or watch video below)
Instantly, I started thinking of my WordPress Family and friends. All of you! I don’t have time to list you all. Besides, you know who you all are. Not picking favs but a must mention Sista feels like an extended missing family member!

Driving lesson for today:
LISTEN, drive safe, pray, smile, laugh, have fun —
and SING REALLY LOUD when you drive!!!

What crazy stuff do you do while driving? Have you seen anyone like me drive near you? What is your first thought or reaction? Share your Comment below! We all love to hear them!

See ya’s later My Herd,
JayNine xox

Who Fills Your Jar?

Friday, I started off the Link Day Friday post, pretty well. I was pumped to say the least! I had been organizing and collectively arranging photos and descriptions all throughout last week. It actually looked as if it would have been an informative success! Spent pretty much all of my morning, finalizing photos, copying links, done and done. I had completed the spelling check and a once over. Now, it was time for a breather. I also work between iPad app and PC on line version of WordPress; which I do to cause myself more confusion. Honestly, it’s easier to save and upload photos this way–just not to set them up well. I check on PC to add links, descriptions, and center photos before publishing. At this point, the Link Day Friday Post was good to go but, my brain was tired. Needed relief from computer world for a moment or two…

Oh, I better mention: I’ve also been praying much more lately and started a new bible study with an on line group of (my real life) friends. Let’s just say whenever I throw prayer and “God’s Will” into the mix, my life can begin acting a little stranger than usually. Without getting into the fact that I always say my prayers lately, its been well, more concentrated. I ask for my will mainly to be aligned with the Lord’s for the day. Ask Him to join me in my craziness, in hopes He will make it fruitful if not on track. Matthew is the Chapter we are going over; quite slowly I might add. Baby steps are the way I soak info in best! But, back to my day…

Before publishing, somewhere within the ease of my distractibility (<–yes, it’s a word yippee!), I must have taken a wrong turn around noon. I am soo easily distracted…++ *”ooohh look! something shiny! Huh? oh yeah!*”….these days! Be it an overactive imagination, or increased lack of concentration; whatever it is, has worsened within the last 3 years. On my wrong turn (or my tangent) I traveled, probably only to copy paste another perfect link, and I end up on these mason jars — “mason jars..? What?…Really J9? what about the links/photos you prepared?…” I often ask myself these sorts of questions.

I wasn’t way too concerned as to why. I mean, I am interested in mason jars as well anyways. In fact, we do have a utility closet full of empty coffee canisters, jars, containers, tubs and more. I think every Mom should have one of these life-saving spaces for rainy days and crafts. At my Mother’s House, we have a “God Can” she started in early recovery from about 18 years ago now. I have always wanted to start a gratitude jar with my girls. I however, am plagued with an ‘out-of-sight, out-of-mind’ memory system (also new to me). Or is that just straight outta my mind? Still, I was good with mason jars now.

Strangely, I felt like scrapping and deleting the entire original Friday’s post?! Rather out of the blue. I mean, I worked so hard all week dedicated to sourcing favorites, photos, links, and I was at the polishing off step…was I crazy really now? …Anyway I rolled with it! I saved it for another day and followed through with the mason jar post. I thought, well I could always save it if I didn’t like it. My focus was effortlessly, just ‘re-adjusted’. I flowed through and published the “Link Day Friday (2)” post. ahhh! done and done ;) I was very pleased and set off to plan our evening.

We were to eat dinner, then go for a swim at the neighbours. We’ve both got rowdy children, that play very well together I might add. After LO got home from school (daycare) I headed to the bbq and to my surprise, within minutes, the weather had taken a turn for the worst! Enormous black clouds blanketed the sunny skies. The wind roughly tossed leaves off our ginormous maple and evergreens swayed in the harsh gusts of wind. A check on the weather network confirmed their Warning:  Severe Thunder Storms and Possibility of Tornado activity. “WHHAAT?” We don’t often get these warnings in my neck of Ontario, Canada.

I could feel the rush through my veins the excitement and fear from my childhood. It was a favorite pastime of mine to watch severe storms, filled with sheer terror with my Mother on our eleventh storey balcony. The sets of purple lightening hitting the earths from way up that high. We could see so much. I felt it ‘quality time’ then, growing up (with then an alcoholic mother). I appreciated and dreamt mainly of these moments into my teens.

This Storm wasn’t so lavish but, I caught a few seconds! (mind my voice and manners, not sure what i said there) Taken with Instagrams new video service. Take a look at our Instagram life here. First,
WATCH VIDEO:  Storm VIDEO 35 seconds what it looked like from my J9’s Instagram   (which I cannot guarantee will work either because of WP rules; but only 35 seconds long!)
At the exact secondthe video ends , there are screeches from my livingroom: A Power Outage, no doubt. Off to calm the children and collect the candles…45 minutes later and still, no power.

OK! Damn electricity: you win! * I HATE power outages! Entertaining any amount of children in the complete darkness, surrounded by fire hazards; is not fun for anyone. But, I do what I always do best, find the ‘lighter’ side of any situation!

Renewed, I announce, “the perfect time for uninterrupted quality craft time!” (normally I love craft time, just a little reluctant in no power). Also, I cant see. lol. Time to dig in the dark through the nearest craft bin: they’re all up high so LO cannot destroy…

I head for the closet, open the door, out flies the empty tins…really.

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You see!? This is God’s active sense of humor, in my personal experience… He just loves me.  ;)

I have soo many more but, what are the funniest times within your relationship with God? Can you share with us in a post? Re-Blog response? What does your active relationship with God look like in your life?

JayNine xoxo