Greetings!
I guess like me you’re all doing double time on the treadmill following the Easter Pigout. Why oh why can’t I exercise a little restraint? Why so many Easter eggs? I’m finding just looking at anything oval shaped right now is making me vomit a little into my mouth.

So, what do we have this week? We’ll with my “Jem and Morgan” page I seem to have backtracked to my sepia phase using the Keiser Craft range. I’ve attached a pic of the paper but it absolutely does not do justice to the paper. It really is quite lovely and looks fabby dabby with sepia pics. However, this layout can be adapted to use any paper and any theme – so you can really brighten it up. The photo’s required are:
1 jumbo portrait (cropped to fit into the lovely frame)
4 jumbo cropped to about 9 x 9 cm
4 (2 up’s – ie 2 pictures printed onto on jumbo)

I’ve had a few requests to change the evening class from Thursday to Wednesday and from 18h30 to 19h00. This is fine by me except for the last Wednesday of the month when I have book club. This I cannot miss. It’s really what keeps me just slightly unhinged as opposed to totally unhinged. I’m also thinking of only doing the evening class on the first and third Wednesday of the month. Any comments? Can we give this a go from Wednesday 21st and see how we get on?

I’m getting some really nice new Fab Scrap stock in soon and I finally got the long awaited MM Sanding Blocks in but these are already nearly sold out. I’ll order more. Bone folders are in (@ R62.00 which strikes me as pricey but they are so indispensable especially for the card makers.

And talking about cards, Bee’s next card class is on Thursday 15th at the Pigeon Racing Club @ 17h30. I know lots of people feel making cards is a waste of time and effort but it’s a really lekker way to use up your scraps and there’s something rather therapeutic about sitting around with a group of gals, making cards and solving the worlds problems.
(OK – that might be stretching it, more like solving a few minor problems like how to remove bubblegum from hair).

That’s my bundle for this week. Hope to see you some time soon.
Stay happy. Be blessed. (and pray for our beloved country in these troubled times)

Best regards

I’ll end with this little bit about Mothers. I just love it! Hope you do too…..

A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office, was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.
She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
"What I mean is, "explained the recorder,"do you have a job or are you just a ...?"
"Of course I have a job, "snapped the woman.
"I'm a Mom."
"We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation,'housewife' covers it," said the recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myselfin the same situation,
this time at our own Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman,
poised, efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like,
"Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."
"What is your occupation?" she probed.
What made me say it? I do not know.The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations."
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and looked up as though she had not heard right.
I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was writtenin bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you do in your field?"
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply,
"I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn't)
In the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)
and already have four credits (all daughters).
Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,
(any mother care to disagree?)
and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
The job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers
but the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money.

"There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model (a 6 month old baby) in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another Mom."

Motherhood!
What a glorious career!
Especially when there's a title on the door.