Last time I showed you a card I'd made for hubby's birthday. This time around I'm showcasing one I created for my grandson's 16th birthday.
If you think it's hard making cards for men, then try making one for a teenage boy! Man, that's what I call hard work.
Using a variety of different 'splotchy' stamp sets (from Kaisercraft, Stampin' Up!, and others), this is what I came up with:
The number "16" was made using chipboard pieces from kaisercraft, and painting with acrylic paint. The cardbase was 'kraft' cardstock, so using a vintage gold for the chipboard was the best match I could get.
I hope you've enjoyed this card. Thanks for reading, and I'll see you next time!
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Saturday, October 10, 2015
Birthday Card for a Teenage Boy - by Cheryl Wright
Multi-published author, Cheryl Wright, former secretary, debt collector, account manager, writing instructor, and shopping tour hostess, loves reading. She writes romantic suspense, contemporary romance, and the occasional comedy.
She lives in Melbourne, Australia, and is married with two adult children and has six grandchildren. When she’s not writing, she can be found in her craft room making greeting cards.
Friday, October 9, 2015
Flawed Heros and Perfect Heroines by romance author Killarney Sheffield
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People ask me all the time why I write the kind of characters I do. Well, I suppose it stems from those old Harlequins from years back. Most of the heroes were these beastly fellows whom the heroine spent the bulk of the book trying to reform. I got tired of heroes with issues! Honestly, look around you, we are all flawed people. In this day and age society has developed an acceptance of things flawed, different and even bizarre. Who are we as people, as women? We are flawed, let’s face it, we all have our quirks and we are all looking for Mr. Perfect, right? RIGHT! Of course we all know there is no such thing as perfect, but that doesn’t stop every fairy tale from insisting our Prince Charming exists now does it? And what’s wrong with striving for the perfect man? Nothing… as long as you realize you’re only going to get almost perfect and accept that. And everyone’s perception of perfect is different of course.
I want my heroines to
be flawed, quirky, maybe not think things all the way through, after all that
is how all humans are. And as a reader I want my heroes to be just that,
HEROES, who despite being almost perfect fall for that weird, klutzy, stubborn,
wild heroine, because isn’t that what we all want, someone to love us despite
all out faults? Hell yes! Besides, if TV
and social media has shown us anything it’s that perfection is only a
well-crafted illusion. We are all flawed but we all share the same dream, for
that perfect someone to fall hopelessly head over heels in love with us anyway.
Yup, we are all Libra’s deep down inside: hopeless romantics who think life and
love should be fair. We are all fools for love.
And as for the Libra
thing… it was my birthday yesterday. And my wish was to remain a romantic fool!
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
It's FALL, Y'all! by Gail Roughton
I love Fall. Most
Southerners do. That first hint of cool(er) air after temperatures in the high
90’s with a heat index of +100’s—unless of course it’s +100 actual temperature
without the heat index figured in, which happens quite frequently—ah, that
first hint of Fall just lifts our spirts and gladdens our hearts. Granted, our idea of pleasant is low 90’s
with the high 80’s qualifying as cooler, and the low 80’s qualifying as
downright cool, but then, all things are relative.
September’s tricky. The temperatures fluctuate, and trust
me, nobody’s turned off the A/C and ceiling fans yet. But then October rolls
in. Beautiful October. All the leaves might not have turned yet, but
enough have turned to justify giving it the title of “Golden October”. And it’s
corn maze season! Our favorite corn maze is put on by Daisy Adams Farm in the
little town of Cochran, about 20 miles away from us. My daughter’s already put
us on high alert via Facebook tag. Corn
mazes are the only reason she’ll go near a
cornfield. She doesn’t trust corn fields, you see. Says they’re full of dead baseball players and
aliens and demon children. The only
thing she dislikes more than cornfields are clowns, which she deems “downright
scary”.
But corn mazes are different. And besides, Daisy Adams Farm puts on a “total
package”, complete with petting zoo, corn box, corn cannons, and hay rides.
Giant checker boards with small gourds for game pieces. And oh, crowning glory!
A “pick your own pumpkin” pumpkin patch.
Somebody should really tell Linus of “Charlie Brown” about that pumpkin
patch, ‘cause if I were the Great Pumpkin, I’d sure rise from that pumpkin
patch. We always pick a weekend or two
right before Halloween to do our Daisy Adams Farm afternoon so the pumpkins
will be just right for Halloween carving. Becca buys four, of varying
sizes. One for my son-in-law, one for
her, and one for each of the kids.
Halloween’s always been a special holiday for our
family. My husband loves Halloween
better’n any kid ever thought about loving it. And
as a side-note, Halloween’s our anniversary.
Yes. For real. No, we didn’t have a “costumed” wedding, and
actually, we didn’t even pick it on purpose. We had a Courthouse wedding with
none of the standard wedding paraphernalia such as bridesmaids and flowers.
Neither of us were into that, and I’d seen enough family feuds over the course
of my girlfriends’ big weddings to even consider it. We just wanted to get married. On the last Friday in the month. Which that year just so happened to be
Halloween.
Oh, sure, folks told us we were crazy and we’d never have
a “real” anniversary. We’ve always had a blast. Even before our children were
born, my husband draped our front porch with sheets, donned a sheet and mask
himself, and sat on the front porch to dispense candy with a spooky sound
record playing on the stereo. (Yes, a
stereo, and an actual LP album, yes, we’re that old.) The kids loved it. Most of them.
Of course, there were a few younger ones who didn’t much care for it,
and then he’d take off his mask to show them he was normal (more or less) and
give them their candy. Then came our kids. My husband, daughter and youngest
son would walk house to house till they dropped. The best costumes always turned out to be the ones we put together ourselves, and twenty-five years later, I'm still amazed my youngest child actually let us paint his face. Halloween spirit is the only explanation. My oldest son and middle child
took after me. After a couple of houses, he went into “been there, done that”,
mode. Which suited me perfectly, because
we’d go back to the car and tag along slowly behind our insatiable Halloween
trio.
These days, Halloween celebrations have shifted to my
daughter’s house. She lays out a “finger food” Halloween feast for both before,
after and during the night’s adventures, and while this new generation of
family Halloweeners goes out on candy rounds, my husband and I are left in
charge of her house to dispense candy. Her house has the most wonderful front porch
for sitting and watching the approaching trick-or-treaters. Randy’s swapped out his sheets for a new
costume. Nowadays, he’s the Grim
Reaper. And his mask has glowing red eyes that really glow. And yes, there’s still the
occasional younger child he scares the mess out of (and now and then, one or two of
the mothers), and of course when that happens, the mask comes off and mostly,
the child accepts their candy. Or makes their mothers do it for them.
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Monday, October 5, 2015
This Day in History ~ October 5 ~ by Jamie Hill
It's October, and everyone's thoughts immediately go to Halloween, especially if you're a kid of 'trick or treating' age. For the rest of us, October means different things. Fall weather, the World Series in baseball, football season, pumpkins, sweatshirts, and the holidays just around the corner.
But what does October 5 mean? What happened this day in history? If you were born today, then that's obviously the highlight. Here are a few other tidbits.
1877 Chief Joseph surrendered to the U.S. Army.
1910 King Manuel II was overthrown in a revolution and Portugal became a republic.
1921 The World Series was broadcast on the radio for the first time.
1930 Great Britons largest dirigible the R-101 Airship crashes in Beauvais, France, killing all on board.
1933 Machine Gun Kelly has pleaded not guilty to charges of
a being a co conspirator in the Urschel kidnapping.
1947 In the first televised White House address, President Truman urged Americans to refrain from eating meat on Tuesdays and poultry on Sundays to help starving people in other countries.
1953 Earl Warren was sworn in as the 14th Chief Justice of the U.S. Supreme Court.
1962 The Beatles released their first hit, "Love Me Do," in Britain.
1969 Monty Python's Flying Circus makes its debut on
BBC Television, there were only 45 episodes aired over four seasons
featuring the zany comedy sketches with John Cleese, Terry Gilliam,
Graham Chapman, Terry Jones, Michael Palin, Eric Idle.
1990 Cincinnati's Contemporary Arts Center and its director were acquitted of obscenity charges resulting from an exhibit of Robert Mapplethorpe's photographs.
2001 Barry Bonds broke Mark McGwire's record of 71 home runs in one season when he hit his 71st and 72nd homers.
2011 Visionary co-founder of Apple Computers, Steve Jobs,
died after battling pancreatic cancer for several years. The
56-year-old former CEO had resigned prior to his death leading to
speculation that his health had made a turn for the worse. Fans of him
and his company immediately set up memorials and tributes at Apple
stores and on the internet upon hearing the news.
And just because they're interesting, here are two Oct. 2 facts: Elvis Presley performed only once on Nashville’s Grand Ole Opry stage, on Oct. 2, 1954.
The first “Peanuts” comic strip written by Charles Schulz was published on Oct. 2, 1950.
Some general trivia: University of Chicago researchers have found that people born in
the fall have the highest chance of living to be 100 years old.
And finally, according to a national survey done by the US Social Security
Administration of 12,000 Americans the most common date of
birth was Oct. 5.
There, now doesn't that make today feel so much more special?
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Sunday, October 4, 2015
NASA & Apollo 11 by Katherine Pym
The Eagle has landed |
In 1965, my dad started work at
NASA in Houston. Of course, the area wasn’t Houston at the start of the space
program, just a flat plain with a few trees loaded with Spanish moss. It was a
backwater near Clear Lake almost on the Galveston County line. Most of the
streets weren’t even paved.
My dad said the site was
constructed like a college campus. If the space program failed, it would rise
from the ashes as an accredited university.
I don’t know the politics behind
the selection of the site for NASA (Some say the land was owned by
Lady Bird Johnson & her husband was vice president at the time.) but it transformed
the area into a bustling group of suburbs where everyone was smart, even the
children—brain wise and street wise. I
learned a lot when there. My parents would be shocked.
My family is not Texan. We are from
Milwaukee. The most south I’d ever been was St. Louis. While still in grade
school, a friend informed me she and her family were going to Texas on vacation.
I stood on the playground and envisioned a flat landscape with steer skulls and
Saguaro cacti all the way to the Gulf of Mexico. When she returned from her
vacation, I asked her how it was. She said, “It was hot and the tops of my feet
got sunburned. I didn’t see any water or lakes, but everyone has a boat in
their driveway." She couldn't have been near Houston where there is a lot of water.
When the airplane door opened at Hobby Airport, the heat and humidity rushed in, taking my breath away. Once
in the car, the top and trunk loaded with our luggage, all the
windows opened because we didn’t have air conditioning, we headed to our new home
in Clear Lake City. While driving down the freeway lined with palm trees, I
knew my life would never be the same. I was in a new land and had entered a new
culture.
Back in Wisconsin I had watched
John Glenn’s earth orbits but that was nothing compared to meeting the astronauts
in the grocery store or lunching in the school cafeteria with their kids.
The LEM on the moon's surface |
My dad was an electrical engineer
who worked on a couple of panels (Nos 16 & 32, I think) in the Lunar Excursion
Module (LEM). It was the unit that released from the Service Module and landed
on the moon. It’s the same unit where the Apollo 13 astronauts took refuge
after the explosion that compromised their Service Module.
At the time of Apollo 11, the toggle
switches in the LEM were not protected by metal bracings. When Buzz Aldrin and
Neil Armstrong were fitted into their spacesuits ready to drop down to the
lunar surface, one of their backpacks swiped along some panels and knocked off
several toggle switches. Some of them came off my dad’s panels.
Toggle Switch |
While everyone sat before their TV’s
glued to the drama of the lunar landing, my dad got a phone call to come in
immediately to the space center. Sitting around a table, the engineers and
scientists conferred on what to do. Those toggles were important for the LEM to
reignite and take the guys off the moon.
Several looked at my dad. The
astronauts had pencils up there because they had to follow the instructions, make
notes in the procedures. They needed pencils to calculate numbers for processes.
My dad said, “Have them insert a pencil tip into the hole and use it as the
toggle.”
Problem solved. It was after
this, though, that metal braces were installed on each side of the toggle
switches.
Up until the space program, no
one really knew what our world looked like from space. I mean, have you ever
seen those 1950's Sci-Fi B-movies? Producers and directors had no idea. They
never consulted aeronautical scientists, either.
Apollo 11 |
After the Command Module
splashdown in the Pacific, the astronauts were shuttled off to a quarantine
chamber. For everyone else it was time to party. After tense days and nights, people of all ages, the news media, and anyone else who could, descended
onto an area only a few square miles. NASA Boulevard was gridlocked,
everyone cheering, honking their horns. Every motel and hotel was packed. Alcohol
flowed freely. No one checked ID. Minors got all they could drink. In one hotel, women threw their room
keys into the pool. Men dived in and whichever key they got, they also got that
woman.
There was a newsmen duo who appeared on NBC every week night at 5:30 PM. Apparently they enjoyed the splashdown parties to the
fullest. Within a year, they were both retired. Now, I am not suggesting the
splashdown parties brought this on, but I found it peculiar they were
gone from the news scene so quickly.
As everyone rode high on the
success of Apollo 11; 12 proceeded forward and was also successful, but by 13 fanfare had waned. We were deeper into the Vietnam War, and a tired
President Johnson refused to run for another term. People looked elsewhere for
excitement. I was in high school and had a boyfriend. Life moved on.
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Saturday, October 3, 2015
The End of the Gentleman Spy Era? by Diane Bator
A writer friend and I were discussing the spy genre the other day and came to one sad conclusion:
it seems like modern technology has moved along to the point spies just need to log in to computers or satellites in order to spy on and catch the bad guys. Where's the fun in that?
Sir Ian Fleming's James Bond is the ultimate in spies. Courageous, smart, witty, romantic (even if he is a wee bit of a womanizer!) and he always gets his man - and woman - in the end. Yes, the movies started off more fun than the latest offerings, but between the Bond Girls and handsome parade of leading men portraying our hero, did anyone really mind? There has always been, and likely will always be, discussions and even arguments over who the "best" James Bond actor is. Some go for looks, some go for acting ability, some like Sean Connery's accent or Roger Moore's eyes... but all like the romance of the genre. The adventure. The thrill of the chase scenes. The exotic locations.
Will future spies - movie and the like - be online geeks sipping Big Gulps in their parents' basements while they hunt the Web for terrorists and thieves? Not only would that not play out well for books or movies, where's the romance? The adventure?
Therein lies the modern dilemma for the genre.
Truly, this is why I love being a writer. Literary characters don't just sit around at home and search the Internet. They interact, they travel, they get involved with scenarios the average person may never encounter in their own lives. Like James Bond, they can be outrageous and daring. All while the author sits at a keyboard sipping coffee and creating obstacle after obstacle while on the edge of his or her seat and hoping the reader will have the same reaction.
Even though technology advances at a dizzying rate, I'm glad to say the writer's imagination will always find a way to keep the gentleman spy alive and well! And in the hands of their readers. There will always be a knight in shining armor and a woman who not only stands at his side, but fights for justice along with him.
Hmm...kind of makes me want to branch out from mystery writing to try a whole new genre....
Diane
Did you know Sir Ian Fleming, a prolific writer who died at age 56, also wrote the children's story Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang?
1953 - Casino Royale
1954 - Live and Let Die
1955 - Moonraker
1956 - Diamonds Are Forever
1957 - From Russia, with Love
1957 - The Diamond Smugglers
1958 - Dr. No
1959 - Goldfinger
1960 - For Your Eyes Only
1961 - Thunderball
1962 - The Spy Who Loved Me
1963 - On Her Majesty's Secret Service
1963 - Thrilling Cities
1964 - You Only Live Twice
1964 - Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang
1965 - The Man with the Golden Gun
1966 - Octopussy
1966 - The Living Daylights
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