Friday, September 17, 2010

Me and George

A couple nights ago, my DH was headed out to a meeting of his Civil War Roundtable group, celebrating Tennessee Constitution Day, and what was to be a televised gubernatorial (I LOVE that word) debate. I figured he'd be gone until at least 8 or 9 o'clock. That would leave plenty of time for George and I to get to know each other, get some hands on experience with him. But DH came home unexpectedly early and we were interrupted.

All right get your minds out of the gutter. George is the name I've given my Cricut personal cutter - since that is the name of the cartridge that came with him. No, I don't name everything George unlike someone I know. But Georgie and I got to have some fun time anyway and I am trying to think of some additional creative ways to use him. It seems that you can find stuff all over the web about creative uses for Cricut cutters.

The latest Provo Craft creation is the Cricut Imagine. Okay, that is for sure something I can live without. I dumped my last printer because it was an HP and had been giving me problems for months. After a while you learn, and hubby and I agree we won't be purchasing any more HP products.  That was number one thing that turned me off about the new Imagine (disregarding the fact that my Cricut is only a week old) that it teamed with HP; but the other thing is that it is not possible to reposition the blade, like you can with my Cricut and the Expression. I have a feeling the inks are going to be outrageous too. The machine on is $580 and the black cartridge is $35. Funny, but I can't find prices for any other ink cartridges.  I'm sure there are plenty of people buying it, but I think it's going to suck the creativity out of people rather than make them more creative.

But that's just my opinion.

Copyright 2010, ACK, for Generational

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

She's the Baby, Gotta Love Her!

Happy birthday, baby sis! Many moons ago, when I was 13, my mom presented us with yet another - and thankfully the last - baby sister. You know, it's funny, but I don't really remember what boy name we picked out, I just remember my dad insisting that we name this one - if a girl - Tina Elizabeth so we could call her Tin Lizzie. Yeah, bad joke. I have to admit my reaction to the news that I had another sister instead of a second brother, was less than thrilled.

Yet, this little kid grew on me. Despite the fact that she christened me with smelly baby spit-up in the car on the way home after her baptism. This was in the day before regulation car seats. I held her all the way home, and it wasn't a short trip either!

She had otitis media as a toddler and we would laugh at her speech (we were really mean siblings) and would get hysterical when she would imitate our dad and shout "SHUT THE DAMN DOOWAH! 

Years later, after I moved out of the house, she would latch onto my leg and beg me not to leave. I'd walk to the front door dragging her behind me.

Jenni & her hubs Tom
Despite the teasing she received from all her older sibs, she turned out really good! I'm proud to have her as a sister!  Happy birthday!

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