Wednesday, January 18, 2006

At It Again

I've been doing it again. Scanning ancestral pictures into the wee hours of the night and not actually sleeping like I'm supposed to be doing. I can't help. I've got the bug.

Isn't this album gorgeous? It stores the pictures of my grandmother's family. My mom remembers opening it a few times a year... this woman used to frighten her, so she didn't like

to look at the album when she was little. We don't know who this woman is, but she certainly doesn't look real friendly. There are a few tintypes at the back of the album, and I believe they are probably late 1800's, early 1900's. I don't know when they stopped making tintypes- wonder if it was less expensive, perhaps? My favorite of the pictures is this little one... literally about an inch square. These ladies.... I wonder about their stories. I wonder about how they thought about their lives. I wonder what they would think about our world now.

Outside, the wind is howling and the rain is pouring and it would be a perfect time to be in bed. Instead, my brain is buzzing with ideas. My cousin, Jean, is my biggest cheerleader at present. I think everyone should have a cheerleader. Does amazing things to the self esteem. She thinks I should delve into the professional organization business headfirst. I was thinking of little things like insurance and such, and she agrees I need to keep those, but she's all for me achieving my dreams. This is such a new dream... I wonder... She's also asked me to scrapbook her wedding album. I've been a scrapbooker for the last 10 years or so (conjures up images of middle aged women drinking coffee and gossiping with their quilted scrapbook bags, I know, but I'm NOT) and have often wondered if I could make that make money for me.

It's not that I can't be content with letting a hobby just be a hobby. Quite the contrary. But I work in the human service field. Any extra penny is appreciated. And if I could eventually transform my hobbies and things I LOVE doing into a job, HELLS YEAH.

In the meantime... I stay up too late and do the things I wish I could do all day.


At 9:09 PM, Blogger crallspace said...

I like the old photos. My wife is big into scrapbooking too.

My aunt is the geneology buff and it really is nice to have one per family. You're doing a good thing.

I recently found out I was part Native American, on both sides of the family. That explains a lot. hey, thanks again, for your comment to Tidy Bowl. She has done more to further alienate the non-Christians that come to my site than just about anyone I can recall.... Drea is a close runner-up but people usually give her a hard time for her outlandish naivety.

Myself, being a struggling, backslidden Christian... I am pushed farther from God by seeing what kind of people wave His banner.

At 9:17 PM, Blogger Jamie Dawn said...

Being paid to do something you love is everyone's goal. I wish it for YOU!!!!
That lady at the top looks scary to me too. I bet she was strict!

At 10:46 PM, Blogger Carae said...

Dan, I think Christians do much more to hurt the Christian faith than non-Christians ever could. After reading your experience at the school, I don't blame you for feeling the way you do. Faith is not something that can ever be forced on us- it's something we have to choose.

At 6:14 PM, Blogger Lenren said...

Very neat pics!...All old photos like that kinda creep me out. Please, no offense :)....I have to agree with carae. I think christians do more harm than good by being so black and white. So one sided. I am certain I have been judgemental, but I try to always have an open mind. As a christian I have faith...which has been rocked a few times.Also people around me that I care about I want them to go to heaven. I have friends who don't believe in God and I talk to them but I am not pushy, nor would stop being their friend.

At 1:15 PM, Blogger Carae said...

No offense taken, hun... Old photos are SO different from anything we take now and think of as well shot!

I think Christianity was always meant to be embracing and we as humans fucked it up. Again.


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