Lulu's and broken ribs...

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Well, backdating a bit - this happened November 11.

I got home around my usual time from work to find my mom, extremely sore and puking. Well I was pretty frazzled...don't usually see my mom like that. From what she tells me she was cleaning out the vaccuum and popped a rib. Not sure what it is medically as she didn't go to the hospital but that is what she told me she did.

Well I got pretty freaked out, even called my dad home from work to try and convince her to get herself looked at. No go there. So instead we sat on the couch together and watched Bones and Glee. Great shows!!!!

Here is a new card!








The colours I used for this card include:

E00 - skin white
G24 - willow
R24 - Prawn
R27 - Cadmium Red
R29 - Lipstick Red

Anyways, here is my card:




And her closeup:



I got this Lulu stamp from Stamping Bella. This has to be one of my favorite lines now. Her "girls" are just so cute, that I want to take each one of them home. Which I can say I have almost all of them now.

Days with my Father

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So I was visiting my friend Veronica's Blog and came across an old post about a son and his dad.

OMG!! It was so touching. Girls, if you look at this website make sure you have some kleenex. It is truly wonderful. I hope you enjoy it.

DAYS WITH MY FATHER

Let me know if you check it out.

Cheers.

Thanksgiving

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So I am quite behind on my posting so I figured I would wow you with some cards I have done. I used one of the sugar plum stamps. Hope you enjoy.



This is a closeup of the card:



These are the colours I used:

Killing trees?!?!?!?

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At work we received a achievement award about our use of paper. Then one of my co-workers said that we shouldn't have received the award with the amount of killing trees she did last week. I burst out laughing, and I wasn't because of what she said it was because of what my mother had me doing this weekend.

Yesterday, I was cleaning my scrap area, shuffing off all the old stuff and such. When my mom asked me to come with her to Walmart. I said sure as she had hurt herself last week and I didn't want her lifting anything heavy or pushing the cart.

So we did our shopping and loaded the trunk once we were done. As we were pulling out of the parking lot my told me that we were going for a drive. Well, I should have guess why she wanted me to come. You know when you have that little inkling that something isn't right.

Well doesn't my mom hand me the shears. She wanted me to cut some boughs for her baskets at home. So here I am at the side of the road trying to cut these thick branch while my mom is screaming "get in the car, get in the car!" She didn't want anyone to see us.

After I had got her her boughs we started home. I looked over to her and said, I felt like I was selling drugs and the cops were coming down on us.

It certainly was an interesting day.

Well I hope you enjoyed the craziness of my family.

Debbie Doncaster

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Noah Biorkman

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Hi Guys,
Me again!

I came across a post in the Splitcoast Stamping forum about a little boy who is very sick with cancer. You can check out the article on him HERE. It is very sad. Everyone is sending him cards for the season. If you want to send him one too, you can send it to:

Noah Biorkman
1141 Fountain View Circle
South Lyon, MI, 48178

This is a very moving story. I am sending mine tonight.

Remembrance Day

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In Flander's Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flander's fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, tho poppies grow
In Flander's fields.

Liet. -Col. John McCrae

got the image from: http://steeb.wordpress.com/2008/11/