If I could handle more kids...I just might have some, because big families take the best pictures! Honestly though, I don't think I could do the dishes, wash the clothes...or clip the toe nails for this many kids!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
playing around with photos
Ok...have any of you played around with photos, dye sublimation...and ceramic pendants? A friend of mine, who owns a dye sublimation business was suprised to find me at her back door today....she should have realized I would be over to play with her toys when I started emailing her image, upon image...... Look what she created for me...there are more! 
Friday, May 8, 2009
Go Play!
We had a friend over yesterday. His mom hasn't worn him out by taking pictures of every breath he has taken. He was more than willing to go to the park and swing so I could get some good cloud pictures! Today I am thankful for moms who don't scrapbook for their children still love playing photo shoot!
Thursday, May 7, 2009
She is sweet....but
This is the classic look that we get when we irritate the little girl at our house. It could be because we interupted her, told her she couldn't have any candy, or it could be directed at her brother for telling her what to do....
Groovy Flowers
The bright colors that the little old ladies where in the spring time inspired these papers. I can only hope to be that hip when I am older! You can grab this patterned paper pack at Groovy flowers.zip This paper pack is personal use only. I would love to see what you do with this! Email me your image @ baack@pickle-pie.com and it may be posted out here! Thanks!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
It helps to put it in park....
Seriously, I wonder if the people at the gas station tonight had a good laugh as they watched one of their customers try and get gas. I am not sure what was going on...but I will try and describe it. There was this lady who pulled into the gas station and got out to put gas in. She went to the pump, swiped her credit card, grabbed the pump and turn to her car. She must have realized at that point that there was no where to put the pump. No where..... She replaced the pump, ran around the other side of the car...and amazingly enough, there was the gas tank! She ran back around...you could just tell she was trying to size up the hose, see if it was long enough to reach all the way around the car. Nope...must not have been. She then when to the pump and started gently pushing the cancel button. And pushing it more. Still more and not so gently. It must not have cancelled because she ran and got in the car very quickly, did a super fast 6 point turn and was now facing the right direction. She hoped out of the car, ran and got the pump hose, turned....and it no longer reached the car. The car was still moving away from her and the pump. She then ran to the car with the pump in hand trying to stretch her foot far enough inside the door to hit the brake pedal. No such luck, she couldn't even reach the drivers door. Quick thinking, she ran back, replaced the pump into its holder and ran back to stop the run away car. She backed it up, lined up perfectly with the pump and hopped out to start fueling. Great! Car stayed in place. Then it happened...her shoulders slumped, I could almost see the tears welling up as she trudged back to her car. The sale had finally cancelled........she had to get the credit card back out and start the whole process over. I can say this......or would love to say this.....glad it wasn't me!!
Monday, April 20, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
More Retro Cupcakes...
Ok, these little guys were calling my name and I now think I have enough to make a page with. So here are some more for your collection!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Christ the Lord is Risen today!
While my family sleeps off their sugar high I thought I would quickly post my newest paper pack! Can anyone think of a better way to celebrate the risen Christ than with Praise, Thanksgiving....and Cupcakes! Grab Part 1 while you can..... Just like the Cadbury Eggs, this will too disappear! http://www.4shared.com/file/98135478/80eb3857/retro_cakes_1.html
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
sneak peek...what is it?
I have been working my fingers to nubbins trying to create something new and bold....here is a tiny sample! Any idea what it is?
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Meg's Skirt Paper Pack
There is a little girl who calls me the foofy orange haired lady. She inspired this paper pack with her mild fashion know how.
Mags-nificent
What do you get when you ask a five year old if they would like to design their own paper and create their own page for their book? Something very Mags-nificent! She even hand colored her own photos!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
fruit salad page
Here's a shot of sunshine by the pool last month. We have been battling the winter blues here with homemade Cadbury Eggs and I decided to lay off the sugar and do some scrapbooking. You know...do something healthy to beat the winter blues- rather than feed them!
Monday, March 30, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Sketchy Owl Freebies
Ok...I really actually don't like owls at all, but was having too much fun playing. Here is a "sketchy" kit I came up with that is a little more organic and loose than the other owl kit! You can down load it here at Sketchy Kit.zip
It just might be a fun kit to use for little boy shots at Easter!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Owl Paper Pack Freebie
Being totally new to this...I think I have some of the basics figuired out. Not sure though- so if you have a comment or advice, lay it on me! Grab my first ever paper pack freebie below and show me what you make! Thanks!
owl paper pack.zip
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Just to give you all an idea what I am about...here is a story from my life last spring!
Every now and then I really am dilusional and I plan/do things that my body really isn't ready for. I am getting better in my old age, but sometimes the insanity strikes! Two years ago I ran in a 4th of July 10k. I really didn't think much about the distance and thought it would be totally fun running with like 30,000 other people- some dressed as the statue of liberty and Uncle Sam. That is how all of us imagine 4th of July runs, right? Well, the other 29,988 people failed to show, no one was in costume, and the only people out running that particular morning were people trying to keep in shape for their normal marathon circut and someone thinking that this must be a casting call for the biggest looser! You can imagine how well I did as all I had run previously is 4 miles a day/ 5 days a week. What is another 2.2 miles? Ok...that was the last time the insanity struck until yesterday!
I woke yesterday convinced that it was a beautiful day and it needed to be enjoyed! My son, Lilboy, had musical practice from 5:30 -8:00, so one kid was taken care of! I raced to the basement and told Hubs that we needed to pack up our bikes in the afternoon, drop Lilboy off at musical practice and head to the the local trailhead. Here is what I imagined.... Hubs riding his bike while Lilgirl pedaled along behind on her trail a bike. Meanwhile, I leisurely pedalled along with my peaceful, happy thoughts; dreaming of the A & W I would get to dine on once I reached the little town at the end of the trail. I was doing this all in serene quiet, as normally DS would be riding by me complaining the entire time about how his legs hurt, how he really doesn't enjoy biking and then holding his hand while we balance our bikes and ride side by side as he cries the last 2 miles home!
We got to the trail and unloaded, noticing the wind, but it didn't seem bad enough to give up our plans of biking and burgers. The visions of peace, leisure and happiness all evaporated before we were even past the Northern most edge of town. The wind was so wild that at points I was sure my bike was standing still and Hubs and Lilgirl were so quickly getting way ahead of me that they were almost a little dot on the horizon. I couldn't waste brain power on happy thoughts, it was all I could do to convince myself that I could make it. Surely we would just turn around and go home if I could catch Hubs and Lilgirl and fill them in on the new plan. At this point, I think my head was beginning to swell with all the exersion because my bike helmet was strangling me!
We get to the "rest area" and I see a sign that says 4.5 miles to our home town. Great! We made it this far, the end of the trail is only like 10 miles total, so we are about half way. It has taken us 20 min though to make it this far because of the wind...so according to my calculations, we should be in Cheese Curd heaven in another 20- 30 min! I can do this!! I forgo telling Hubs and Lilgirl that we need to turn around.
If going on the bike ride on such a windy day was mistake number 1, then not turning around can account for mistakes number 2 through 13....as the end of the trail is really 13 miles away! At mile 8 I was ready to start looking for the water tower that would let me know I was in town or at least near it...Really what I found was that some how this trail was built so it was completely uphill! I was already about to have a coronary and now I am pedalling uphill, against the wind??? Could it get worse? It did when I found that mile marker 10 went by and there was no A & W, then 11 and the same thing. I finally had to catch Hubs and Lilgirl and ask if we had maybe missed it! Maybe with the strong head wind, there was some dust kicked up, and we missed an entire town!
We finally, 1 hour later, arrive at the end of the trail, only to realize that we had to be back in our home town in an hour to get Lilboy. What do we do? Mistake number 14. We head to A & W anyway and pack in 2 Root Beers each and a family sized cheese curd (that is what the bike ride was all about, right?) in a meer 3.5 minutes and we are back on the road.
Now, I am thinking that we are going to be going down hill all the way and the wind will push us and we are FINALLY going to have our peaceful, leisurely bike ride. Amazingly enough, the designers of the local trail have created a path that is UPHILL both ways! I am not sure how they did it, but good for them and the bike riders who are actually riding it for excercise! To top it off....the wind died....
We were back on our hellish ride and I was beginning to feel just a tad bit like I was going to poop my pants after my race eating at A & W. I explain this to Hubs and Lilgirl and they just laugh- like I was trying to be funny. We reach our 4.5 mile marker again to find that Lilgirl has to go potty...gross in a way, because the bathrooms are so nasty, but finally I can get off my bike seat and let my girl parts have some rest!!!
We get back on, now remember that by 20 minutes into the ride, I was dead. Well....by this point I am sure I am going to have a hernia or hemoroids- I am not sure which because I truly don't know much about matters of the behind, but mine is about to explode on the trail...leaving a trail behind me and Hubs and Lilgirl are gone ahead of me...gone....can't even see them.... So, do I use the cell phone and beg someone to come get me? Or do I keep pedalling? I decided I could do it. Me and God were going to get back to our home town, clean pants and all!
Go ahead and call me Lilboy because by now I was searching for a passing bicyclist to hold my hand and ride next to me while I was crying. Sobing actually. Tears clouded my vision though and I couldn't see the path ahead of me. I was really starting to doubt my great plan and question my sanity as I rode in to our home town. I did spot Hubs and Lilgirl finally though and was able to catch up...somewhat. I was tempted to ask some people to push me up over the brigdes one hits when first coming into our home town from the north. The looks I got as I rode up to them- red faced, puffy eyed and stinking ( with clean pants though) were enough to give me the little boost I needed to get up over the bridge by myself. What was going through their minds? Did they think I was going to attack them? I will never know.....Maybe it was the way I was breathing!
We actually took too long getting back and I had to call another family to pick up Lilboy from his musical practice. The ride was over and all we had to do was go get him, put the kids in bed, and finally eat something normal for dinner. I went to get out of the truck at our friends house- and lucky me- they were all outside waiting for us. I couldn't walk! My legs crumpled beneath me....that wasn't the worst part, as I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom....I couldn't lower myself to sit on the potty! It was so painful! So painful....
Every now and then I really am dilusional and I plan/do things that my body really isn't ready for. I am getting better in my old age, but sometimes the insanity strikes! Two years ago I ran in a 4th of July 10k. I really didn't think much about the distance and thought it would be totally fun running with like 30,000 other people- some dressed as the statue of liberty and Uncle Sam. That is how all of us imagine 4th of July runs, right? Well, the other 29,988 people failed to show, no one was in costume, and the only people out running that particular morning were people trying to keep in shape for their normal marathon circut and someone thinking that this must be a casting call for the biggest looser! You can imagine how well I did as all I had run previously is 4 miles a day/ 5 days a week. What is another 2.2 miles? Ok...that was the last time the insanity struck until yesterday!
I woke yesterday convinced that it was a beautiful day and it needed to be enjoyed! My son, Lilboy, had musical practice from 5:30 -8:00, so one kid was taken care of! I raced to the basement and told Hubs that we needed to pack up our bikes in the afternoon, drop Lilboy off at musical practice and head to the the local trailhead. Here is what I imagined.... Hubs riding his bike while Lilgirl pedaled along behind on her trail a bike. Meanwhile, I leisurely pedalled along with my peaceful, happy thoughts; dreaming of the A & W I would get to dine on once I reached the little town at the end of the trail. I was doing this all in serene quiet, as normally DS would be riding by me complaining the entire time about how his legs hurt, how he really doesn't enjoy biking and then holding his hand while we balance our bikes and ride side by side as he cries the last 2 miles home!
We got to the trail and unloaded, noticing the wind, but it didn't seem bad enough to give up our plans of biking and burgers. The visions of peace, leisure and happiness all evaporated before we were even past the Northern most edge of town. The wind was so wild that at points I was sure my bike was standing still and Hubs and Lilgirl were so quickly getting way ahead of me that they were almost a little dot on the horizon. I couldn't waste brain power on happy thoughts, it was all I could do to convince myself that I could make it. Surely we would just turn around and go home if I could catch Hubs and Lilgirl and fill them in on the new plan. At this point, I think my head was beginning to swell with all the exersion because my bike helmet was strangling me!
We get to the "rest area" and I see a sign that says 4.5 miles to our home town. Great! We made it this far, the end of the trail is only like 10 miles total, so we are about half way. It has taken us 20 min though to make it this far because of the wind...so according to my calculations, we should be in Cheese Curd heaven in another 20- 30 min! I can do this!! I forgo telling Hubs and Lilgirl that we need to turn around.
If going on the bike ride on such a windy day was mistake number 1, then not turning around can account for mistakes number 2 through 13....as the end of the trail is really 13 miles away! At mile 8 I was ready to start looking for the water tower that would let me know I was in town or at least near it...Really what I found was that some how this trail was built so it was completely uphill! I was already about to have a coronary and now I am pedalling uphill, against the wind??? Could it get worse? It did when I found that mile marker 10 went by and there was no A & W, then 11 and the same thing. I finally had to catch Hubs and Lilgirl and ask if we had maybe missed it! Maybe with the strong head wind, there was some dust kicked up, and we missed an entire town!
We finally, 1 hour later, arrive at the end of the trail, only to realize that we had to be back in our home town in an hour to get Lilboy. What do we do? Mistake number 14. We head to A & W anyway and pack in 2 Root Beers each and a family sized cheese curd (that is what the bike ride was all about, right?) in a meer 3.5 minutes and we are back on the road.
Now, I am thinking that we are going to be going down hill all the way and the wind will push us and we are FINALLY going to have our peaceful, leisurely bike ride. Amazingly enough, the designers of the local trail have created a path that is UPHILL both ways! I am not sure how they did it, but good for them and the bike riders who are actually riding it for excercise! To top it off....the wind died....
We were back on our hellish ride and I was beginning to feel just a tad bit like I was going to poop my pants after my race eating at A & W. I explain this to Hubs and Lilgirl and they just laugh- like I was trying to be funny. We reach our 4.5 mile marker again to find that Lilgirl has to go potty...gross in a way, because the bathrooms are so nasty, but finally I can get off my bike seat and let my girl parts have some rest!!!
We get back on, now remember that by 20 minutes into the ride, I was dead. Well....by this point I am sure I am going to have a hernia or hemoroids- I am not sure which because I truly don't know much about matters of the behind, but mine is about to explode on the trail...leaving a trail behind me and Hubs and Lilgirl are gone ahead of me...gone....can't even see them.... So, do I use the cell phone and beg someone to come get me? Or do I keep pedalling? I decided I could do it. Me and God were going to get back to our home town, clean pants and all!
Go ahead and call me Lilboy because by now I was searching for a passing bicyclist to hold my hand and ride next to me while I was crying. Sobing actually. Tears clouded my vision though and I couldn't see the path ahead of me. I was really starting to doubt my great plan and question my sanity as I rode in to our home town. I did spot Hubs and Lilgirl finally though and was able to catch up...somewhat. I was tempted to ask some people to push me up over the brigdes one hits when first coming into our home town from the north. The looks I got as I rode up to them- red faced, puffy eyed and stinking ( with clean pants though) were enough to give me the little boost I needed to get up over the bridge by myself. What was going through their minds? Did they think I was going to attack them? I will never know.....Maybe it was the way I was breathing!
We actually took too long getting back and I had to call another family to pick up Lilboy from his musical practice. The ride was over and all we had to do was go get him, put the kids in bed, and finally eat something normal for dinner. I went to get out of the truck at our friends house- and lucky me- they were all outside waiting for us. I couldn't walk! My legs crumpled beneath me....that wasn't the worst part, as I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom....I couldn't lower myself to sit on the potty! It was so painful! So painful....
Have you ever pretended to be 6 white horses? I spent yesterday afternoon "pulling" my 5 year old princess, decked out in her most beautiful plastic jewelry, up and down the street as she waved at her adoring crowd. Actually, if there really had been onlookers, I would have asked them to snap some wonderful shots for our scrapbook.
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