What Makes You a ... ?

One of the biggest questions of my life is about how to define myself. I have absolutely no trouble calling myself a Scrapbooker. I have no problem calling myself a wife and a mother!  I have no problem calling myself a woman!  I am each one of these things. There is one thing I struggle with defining myself as, however.  Writer.

I write articles. I write poetry. I've had both articles and poetry published.  I've had one of my poems chiseled in marble for all time. And I am in the process of writing two books. One fiction, and one... non-fiction. Both have interest in them. But they are not published yet. Because of that, I struggle with calling myself a writer. I haven't had my books published yet, and so.. can I call myself a writer? Many think once you write... you are a writer. Others think, once you have anything published... you are a writer. Others? They think you must have a book published, in order to call yourself a writer. I am in a group of *writers* so called, that don't consider you a writer after publishing only one book. They consider that person lucky. They consider you a writer, after book 2 is published. That shows commitment. 

So many expectations from so many different people.

It's so interesting. Why are we like that? And why is it that when people see scrapbooking, they have no problem defining a person as a scrapbooker. Yet, most people who see a person's writing, do not define that person as a writer, unless they reach a certain criteria that they have personally set.

I find that so interesting.  Really.  

A Gatefold Mini Album

Here are a few pics of a mini album I'm doing for my son. The style is gatefold. I love mini albums. And my 18 year old son prefers them to all other types of layout. So... mini albums it is lately. For him, anyway. 

What a Time

The Royal Wedding!

I just loved it. I'm a tad over saturated, as I sit and watch 20/20 right now, rehashing what I've already watched 4 or 5 times over. LOL Sick right? I'm like the smoker, waking up with a horrid cough, barely able to breathe, reaching for a cigarette.  oy

The Eyes Have It!

My goodness. What is this? Another layout? What's up with that! I love these pics of my son. They really show who he is.  Those beautiful Precious Moments eyes of his.  sigh

The Monsters

So, if one or both of my two monkeys chase the cat(s), they are immediately placed on indoor leash. It's almost always Mischa. But this morning, it happened to be Beauregard. As soon as Beauregard was leashed, Mischa immediately ran over, grabbed the leash in her mouth, and began pulling him all over the place. And I do mean ALL OVER THE PLACE. This little monkey wasn't just FIGURATIVELY yanking his chain... she was LITERALLY yanking it today.

Go figure.


I caught her (below) just as she was grabbing it, and Beauregard looked up at me with a "OH come ON" look.

... and then... 

around and around he went with her, 

until I removed the leash. 

She really is an incredible handful. I can't begin to tell you.

On a Serious Note...

I can't really sign off without first mentioning the death of Osama bin Laden. He was taken out by some US soldiers. It is over. I have some thoughts on this. But I just don't want to get too heavy on this blog. I don't want to cause any stirrings on this blog.

I'll just say "God Bless those who suffered great loss on 9/11"  I pray that you have a measure of peace now.

                                          

hugs,

Sandie