Success!

February 08, 2012

Success!

An interesting photo of the day today as it is something that happened today but really didn't happen today. I'll explain.

I decided, for my sins, that it would be helpful for me to do a counselling course as I seem to do a great deal of counselling as part of my routine day. So I duly surfed, registered, started, studied and completed.

I finished the last assignment before term started and heard I had passed ... with model answers no less ... a couple of weeks ago. But the certificate arrived today so that is the photo of the day.

I think it will be a while before I do any more studying. I remember when I did my M Ed a few years ago. I kept thinking how much free time I would have once it was finished. Now I look back and think that, as I frequently work 12 - 14 hour days, how the heck did I fit in doing very intensive high powered study for my Masters degree. I know one thing, I sure as heck couldn't do it now.

I have some new scrapping to share today and it is another art journal page. I think I am quite liking making an art joirnal - art for arts sake. Good enough for me.

The challenge for week 4 was to cut out lots of words from printer material like magazines, books etc and then create the journalling. I was determined to try and stick to the spirit of the challenge and it was a really hard one to do digitally and took ages and ages.

But I managed it and was pleased with the message and the look of the page.

Today I am thankful for

making some big decisions

And the LOL cat today made me giggle as it is NOT going to be me!

My one minute devotional calendar today was quite cute

I grew up with dogs, lots of dogs. My father was a hunter and liked to keep several hunting companions, especially beagles. He often bred them and sold the puppies, sometimes keeping the pick of the litter for himself. His favorite, Cyclone, had just given birth, and the puppies were beautiful: big, healthy, playful, and keen on sniffing out everything in their paths.

“Time to sell these,” Daddy said to me one night as I poured fresh water into their bowls. “We need to put an ad in the paper.”

“I’ll write it!” I volunteered. I had dreams of being published someday, and the classifieds seemed a good place to start. I wrote several drafts of the ad; the final version went to great lengths expounding on the virtues of the pups, predicting what fine hunting dogs they would become, and even mentioning how happy they would make their future owner.

When I had finished the ad and read it aloud to Daddy, he was quiet for a long time. Then he looked at me and, with perfect sincerity, said, “Tear up that ad, Mary Lou. I’ve wanted dogs like that all my life!”