Ok, ok first of all, everyone breath. Cool. Now let’s check. Melbourne experiencing four seasons in one day? Check. Shane War…
Ok, ok first of all, everyone breath. Cool. Now let’s check. Melbourne experiencing four seasons in one day? Check. Shane Warne caught out again? Check. Running my own business continuing to be challenging? Check. Darren Stones steering the good ship RB around icebergs with a confident if not somewhat alcohol induced flourish? Check. Some people on some distant journal thread arguing about freedom of speech as if RB is the most vital instrument for world peace on earth. Whilst slandering, vilifying and taunting each other with racial, overworked cliches from behind psuedo names? Check. So nothing new or unusual about today then? Un check. What the… Check this… Today in seperate orders people have bought… 1 canvas print of shoe woman plus 20 cards of shoe woman 150 cards of mother & child 25 cards of Possibility II 25 cards of the congo skipping kids & a further 26 of these 20 cards of this beauty 5 cards of these guys 5 cards of these little ones 2 cards of this chap 2 cards of this dude 2 cards of this princess 5 cards of this piece of possibility and 2 cards of this beautiful, precious boy I don’t know anything much about freedom of speech, flags, philosophy or anything like the stuff that’s been going on here this week. But I’ll tell you all ONE VERY IMPORTANT THING. These purchases will save lives. These people live on less than a dollar a day. They live in slums, gutters and sheds made of flattened alluminium cans. The love, they laugh, they dream – they dodge bullets, they run as fast as they can from rapists usually unsuccessfully, they starve and they cry. Every cent of revenue goes to them and the brave souls who live in a war zone to help them. They couldn’t give a rats about flags, and virtual slanging matches. They live on the real edge. I didn’t cry once in Africa. Right now I am sitting here drowning in tears. Maybe change is possible? Even the tiniest bit?? Thanks RB – thanks whoever. EDIT: SEEMS LIKE A GOOD TIME TO DEBUT THIS FELLA. Oh and thinking of turning some of these into Chrissy cards if anyone’s interested.
Hello all my dear friends I have missed you all so much and have a lot of catching up to do! I’m so sorry I haven’t been here to comment …
Hello all my dear friends I have missed you all so much and have a lot of catching up to do! I’m so sorry I haven’t been here to comment on all your wondrous works and writing, trust me it’s not because I didn’t want to!!! These last few months have been a very trying time in my life and my family’s life we have gone through quite a bit. I have a beautiful 14yr daughter whom I love more than life, which I’m certain any mother would feel the same. Anyways our nightmare started about 3 months ago I lost my job after 6 yrs of putting up with crap that most people wouldn’t and not to mention busting my but!!! After that my daughter ended up missing she sneaked out 1 night to meet up with some friends that didn’t show and then met the wrong person a predator!! This person held her against her will drugged her among other things!! I feel so angry inside!!! I have done everything a good parent would do and should do to raise her children right ? I don’t understand what I did wrong to let this happen, but it did!! The police have not been very helpful in fact after she had been missing for over a wk. and broad-casted over the news she was found by a neighbor who saw her at a casino downtown. NEVER EVER THINK IT WON’T HAPPEN TO YOU !!! I would have never in a million yrs thought I would be on the news begging for my child’s safe return home! I’m a good mother I have 4 beautiful children and would do anything including hurt anyone who would harm them. I think children are the most precious creations given to humankind a gift from God himself. If you are a parent I beg you right now go hug and kiss your child just because you want to just because you care just because you may not have that chance again !!! I got so lucky getting my child back these people had plans to take her out of the country ! Go hold your child and let them know you love them let them know you care about how their day went, your child will never be to old to accept a hug or kiss. Well that’s what has been going on in my life, now you know ! It’s been a battle but I’m winning this one no matter what!! I wanted to share this with you so if you have a child you will think about the things I have gone through and remember it can happen to you!! I hope it don’t but it can !! It hurts like hell and I didn’t go into all the details but you don’t ever want to have to deal with this and I hope you don’t ever have to! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GO HUG YOUR CHILD!! I miss you all and think I will be getting back on here more often now, If you left me a comment and I didn’t thank you please understand I appreciate all your kindness and support. Samantha R.
In light of Mother’s Day coming up, I really wanted to share a funny story about my daughter that just happened. A few minutes ago, my 3 …
In light of Mother’s Day coming up, I really wanted to share a funny story about my daughter that just happened. A few minutes ago, my 3 year old daughteer (the one in SMILE, LITTLE SISTER, and a bunch of other images I have posted here) asked me. “Why don’t we have boyfriends” (she was referring to herself and her 5 year old sister…) and I said, “Because you are only three years old.” and she said, “Oooooh!” and I said, “Don’t worry, you will have plenty of boyfriends when you get older. You are beautiful.” and I asked her “Why?, Do you want a boyfriend now?” and she said, “Yes.” And I asked what would you do with a boyfriend if you had one???” And she said, “I just want to kiss him… that’s all.” I guess she is influenced by too many older sisters. LOL Anyways, I don’t normally share personal stories, but she is constantly saying the funniest things anymore. I never write it down, and I don’t want to forget. I just wanted to share this with everybody. Have a great day ALL …...
Today i checked my emailed and found that a t-shirt was sold…..very excited…..Thank you so much to my mystery buyer…I so do appreci…
Today i checked my emailed and found that a t-shirt was sold…..very excited…..Thank you so much to my mystery buyer…I so do appreciate your support and I am thrilled that you like my work…....I have the same shirt and love it :)
Thank you very much to my mystery buyer who purchased “On our Way” one of 26 images for my upcoming childrens book. I truly appreciate y…
Thank you very much to my mystery buyer who purchased “On our Way” one of 26 images for my upcoming childrens book. I truly appreciate your support :) / Thank you :) :) :) Paola
Wonderful surprise….my FIRST t-shirt sale!! / Thank you so much Lintski !http://images-0….
Wonderful surprise….my FIRST t-shirt sale!! / Thank you so much Lintski and thank you so much Karin for purchasing my Lilliput Calendar and being such a dear friend /
I have not been able to go online for a couple of weeks and finally when I had a moment I was surprised and very happy that someone had p…
I have not been able to go online for a couple of weeks and finally when I had a moment I was surprised and very happy that someone had purchased one of my Lilliput t-shirts :) Thank you very much to my mystery buyer….I truly appreciate your support!!! :) :) / Since last year lol…december…. :) ....my book is in New york ….I am very excited…nervous….but very proud of myself …...now i cross my fingers and when i hear something I will let you know…..
I was very delighted to find another Lilliput Calendar had been sold. / Thank you very much mystery buyer for your support!!! :) / Lilli…
I was very delighted to find another Lilliput Calendar had been sold. / Thank you very much mystery buyer for your support!!! :) / Lilliput is very dear to my heart :) / Red Bubble did an Incredible job with the printing….very impressive!! /
I came to the library to use the computers to catch up on some work and to view my RedBubble overview. I longed to visit with my fellow …
I came to the library to use the computers to catch up on some work and to view my RedBubble overview. I longed to visit with my fellow members and view all the new stuff that has beed added to my list. I included my son and my two second-cousins along on this trip. I thought that a trip to the library would be a good time for the 10 year old to use the Internet. She loves to visit Barbie.com. They don’t have the Internet at her house either, and she enjoys using it on our jouneys. Her 17 year old brother is the silent type and you hardly notice that he is with your group. He spends time with my 18 year old son. They have a lot in common. The little 10 year old loves me very much. She wants my attention quite regularly. Day 2 – “Back Again” As I was in the middle of saying: We made a trip to the wonderful local library to gather some local color and get out of the heat. Our library is a fairly busy hub-bub of activity. It offers many wonderful oppurtunities for all age ranges in our little town in Texas. I was mistaken about my little cousins age, she actually just turned 8 years old. She is a very energetic child and gets quite excited when we take our little trips. She is the daughter of my closest first cousin and her and I are attached to one another. While the boys play games on the Internet, her and I find our own little favorite websites and go a-playing. It is fun to hang with her and teach her new things. Her eyes light up with anticipation as the Internet opens up new doors to her little mind. On her site she gets to fashion pretend makeup, which she is not allowed to wear at her tender age, and she enjoys showing me her progress. She chooses a model, dresses her, applies makeup, gives her a manicure and away she goes, out on the town. Only distraction to this situation is that when I find myself lost in thought,concentrating on what is before me, I hear her from across the area in her little desk like box. Psst…..Psst…...HEY!!! Come see what I did….It is cool!!! It is the little Psst…..Psst…..HEY!!! that gets ya. She starts off quite with the first little Psst…a little louder with the next little Psst….and the HEY!!!!!I is a little bit loud for your local public library. I giggle as the two or three attendants all SH!!!!!!!! her at the same time. I roll the chair over to her little box desk and look at her amazing art work. She is grinning from ear to ear over her wonderful achievement. I roll back to my little area and continue to go about my own journey. Just when I think I have it made, I hear Psst…....Psst…. and I wait for the HEY!!!! Then the attendants SH!!! I can’t help but grin with amusement and a grand amount of love as this pesky, little child seeks my love and attention. It is worth every Psst….Psst…..HEY!!!! and SH!!!! in the entire universe. God’s little miracles come in the smallest of happy moments. Oh! That child!!! How I love her. To ‘Beca S
The Little Injured Rabbit One day as I was walking through the woods that lay behind my granny’s house, I came across a baby rabbit ly…
The Little Injured Rabbit One day as I was walking through the woods that lay behind my granny’s house, I came across a baby rabbit lying in the wet grass. It was too weak to move all by itself. I quietly walked near to it, trying not to scare it as I approached. Even though I knew it couldn’t run away. It was badly hurt. I could tell by the squeaking noises it was making. / It was motionless as I reached down to touch it so that it would know that I was there. After a few gentle strokes I scooped it up into my hands as I placed them together to make a cup. / The frightened little critter was too close to death to be aware that something alive was handling him. / I inspected its’ body to see if there were any external injuries visible. All I could see was meshed down fur and crooked bones on each of its’ back legs. The stomach area was indented in, as if it was starving and hadn’t eaten in many days. / My daddy was the best about letting me bring home stray animals and tend to them. I wanted to be a veterinarian when I grew up. / I raced home, cradling the wounded animal in my arms like a newborn baby. I remember how mommy had taught me to handle J J when she brought him home from the hospital. She said he was too tiny to be able to hold himself upright or even hold his head up by his self. She said this would be my job, as the oldest child, to teach JJ how to do every thing. / This training came in handy now, as I needed to get my new baby rabbit to a safe place. / “Daddy, Daddy!” I hollered as I ran into the backyard. “Daddy, Daddy! Open the back door. HURRY! It’s dying!” / The back door opened quickly. Almost hitting me and sending me flying backwards. I was already on the top step when he opened the door. / “What in sweet Jesus’ name do you have there child?” / “A baby rabbit Daddy. I found him in the field to the right of the pasture. Ya know, the field where the cows graze in the evening?” / “They must have walked over him when they were leaving to return to the open pasture.” Daddy said as I placed the rabbit on the kitchen table in one of mama’s hand towels. I knew she’d have a fit if she were here to see me. She’d tell me these weren’t nursing rags. I took the chance of being scolded. There wasn’t time to run upstairs to get the first aid box. / The rabbit was completely still and quite now. He had stopped breathing by the time I had entered the house. This meant I would have to give it air to bring it back to life. They had taught us something called CPR in health studies at school. We had a fake, life-size doll to practice on in class. This was totally different. / I passed the dummy test with an A, even though I killed the dummy when it was my turn to save him. The class was large and the last five kids were rushed during our turns. We all made mistakes and either killed the dummy, or injured him, leaving him with broken ribs and punctured lungs. Our instructor told us not to let anyone rush us if this ever happened in real life. Some one’s life could depend on us remembering how to do the CPR thing the right way. / I was positive that his instructions were meant for little rabbits, too. They’re living things just like us. / As I put my pinky finger into his mouth to make certain nothing was in his windpipe, my father questioned me, “What are you doing little girl?” / “Making sure there’s nothing in his air hole, daddy, so I can give it mouth-to-mouth resuctionating.” / Trying not to laugh at her mispronunciation of the word in this serious moment, her father questioned, “Do you mean resuscitation?” / “Yeah, that’s what I said, resuscination.” trying not to lose my patience with him at such a stressful time as I threw my arms up in the air. I was in a complete frenzy. / What if I killed the rabbit like I did my dummy? Oh, wait a minute. Slow down. The rabbit is already dead. I have to put air back into his lungs so he can be alive. “Okay,” I said in a whisper to myself, “remember what the teacher did.” / I lay the dead rabbit on its back. But, it rolled back over on its side. I put it on its back again. It rolled over again. “Darn! I’m gonna kill it dead forever! Help me Daddy.” I pleaded earnestly as I motioned for my daddy to kneel down next to me. / “Hold its back legs together and keep it on its back Daddy.” / As my daddy followed my instructions, I tilted the rabbits’ head back, slightly. I eased his jaws apart, stuck my littlest finger back into his tiny mouth. Checking to make sure nothing was lodged in his throat. Ooh, that was slimier than the dummies throat. / Nothing was in the airway. I kept thinking about the steps the teacher did. 1-lay on back, 2-tilt head, check airway, 3-pinch nose. Pinch nose? His nose was flat. How do you pinch a flat nose? Improvising, I lay the lower part of my palm over its nostrils’. Now there wasn’t any way for air to escape when I blew into its opened mouth. / 4-blow air into the victims’ mouth, 5-pump on their chest 5 times, 6-repeat 4 and 5 until victim is breathing again on their own. I blew air softly into his tiny lungs. Then I took the round part of my thumb and pumped firmly, but gently, on its chest. No response from the rabbit. I blew again. I pumped again. I blew again. I pumped again. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, breathe, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, breathe, 1, 2, 3. It moved! The rabbits’ chest moved on its own! / “Daddy, it worked! He’s breathing!” I couldn’t help but squeal in excitement. “He’s breathing. He’s alive!” / The little rabbit started kicking at her daddy. He was still holding its’ back legs up in the air, keeping him on his back. He wanted to roll over. / Her daddy released his hold on the rabbits’ legs as the little thing clamored to roll over on its’ side. Barely breathing on its own yet, it struggled to keep his head held upright. It wobbled from side to side. Kind of like JJ did when he came home and she forgot to hold his head for him. / With each breath, the little critter became steadier. After a few minutes he was sitting up looking at the little girl. He blinked a few times, but he never took his eyes off of her. / She wrapped him up tighter in her mama’s hand towel. She scooped him back up into her arms, cradling him like a baby. He rested his head against her chest and closed his eyes. After a few minutes he was rhythmically breathing and was fast asleep. She hugged her daddy as tears of joy welled up in her eyes. / “I didn’t kill him like I did my dummy, Daddy.” / “No Pumpkin, you didn’t. You did great! You slowed down and thought everything through, step by step. Just like the teacher taught you. Your classmates would be proud of you. I know I am.” / “I hope mama will be too.” / “I’m sure she will. Now, you and that little thing go crawl up on the coach and take a nap together. Your mother will be home shortly and I want to have supper ready for her. She’s worked hard today saving lives too. You’re as natural at being a nurse as her.” / “Oh, by the way, Sally Sue.” / “Yes sir.” / “Let’s not tell her about the hand towel till after she’s kicked her feet back and rested a bit, okay?” / “Okay.” She said as she laughed with her daddy about their little secret. / Sally Sue slept deep. She was so tired that she didn’t even dream. Rescuing the little creature took an extreme amount of energy. Mostly because of all the worrying about losing it’s life. / Sally was in this state of deep sleep when her mother came home from work. The noise her mother made didn’t even bother Sally. / “Shh!” Her daddy hushed her mama as she made a racket dropping bags of groceries on top of the dining room table. / “Sally’s asleep, Suzie Q.” / “What is she doing sleeping at this time of day Harold? She won’t sleep tonight and we have an early Sunday school class in the morning.” She quipped at her husband. / “She’s had a really rough afternoon, Honey. Something exciting happened. I’ll let her tell you all about it when she wakes up.” He said, as he smiled with glowing pride. / “What? What happened, Harold? You know I can’t stand suspense.” She said, as she walked over to the couch to wake up Sally. / “What is my hand towel doing on the couch Mister?” She bellowed as she reached down to grab the hand towel. / Before Harold could say anything she had reached down and grasped the hand towel, intending to ease it out of Sally’s tight clutch that she had on the towel. As she placed her hand gently on the corner of the towel she tried to gently pull it out of Sally’s hand, not wanting to startle the little girl. / Not realizing she was the one about to be startled. When she pulled the towel away from the warmth of Sally’s body the rabbit sprang out of the towel. It landed on her mama’s feet. Still weak from its ordeal, all it could do was scratch wildly with his legs. Frantically scratching mama’s sandal clad feet out of fear. Jumping back in fear, her mama stumbled over a footstool. Abruptly, she landed in the lounger that the stool sat in front of with the purpose of people propping their feet upon. She raised her legs and feet into the chair, gathering them underneath her to protect herself. Still screeching in a panic and pointing at the fuzzy intruder she awakened Sally. / Sally suddenly sat up and quickly took in the entire scene in a / a quick glance. Once she saw her mama she knew she’d been busted red-handed with her hand towel.
It’s amazing how much can be said / For the mesmerising powers of paper and lead / With a story bouncing round my head / And creative hunger…
It’s amazing how much can be said / For the mesmerising powers of paper and lead / With a story bouncing round my head / And creative hunger being fed With a little writing and a little sketching, Nora Andrews came to be…
I was so delighted the other day when I discovered that one of my writings has been featured in the group,Living Christianity...
I was so delighted the other day when I discovered that one of my writings has been featured in the group,Living Christianity The piece is, The Birth of a Lifetime I didn’t really expect much from putting this particular writing on here but this had made my day! Thank you to the hosts and everyone in the group for continuously supporting my work! I pray that God may bless all of your artistic and creative adventures! :) RebeccaLee
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