Friday, September 29, 2017

Blogging - Looking Back - Part 2


  I started another blog on October 4, 2013 and I called it A Little Bit of Everything. I changed the name and the web address because I changed my email. I couldn't merge my old email that my original blog was under and the new email so I decided to start a new blog. This blog lasted until June 11, 2016 with a big gap in posts between May and December 2014. During this time I got involved in a relationship that ended with my heart being devastated after I dropped my guard and allowed myself to love again. I don't get over heartbreak quick or easy and writing seems to help me heal. Or at least keep me busy so I don't focus on the hurt.
   As I  begin another trip down memory lane, the first post on my new blog tells of the new addition I made to my household. My wonderful pup Rosie. This blog is more of a mix of memories, events and projects. I talk about places and things I've done, classes I signed up for, photo challenges I participated in, goals I set, 52 Lists Project, Project Life progress, projects I completed, baking ideas, products I tried and my start into woodworking. This blog is definitely more if a diary style blog. A lifestyle blog. When I first started reading my posts I wasn't sure of what I thought about it. But as I kept reading I find I like it. It's nice mix. I very well may keep this style up.
   I started Project Lift again in 2014 but didn't complete it. I don't think I got up to February done. I also started a PL album in 2013. I got further along in that year but still didn't complete it. I don't remember if I began a Project Life album for 2015 but I know I did for 2016. I have one for 2017 and I am doing a lot better toward finishing it than I have in the past. The four years I've not completed are projects that will be added to my long term Project Bucket goal list.
    2016 is when I discovered Ali Edwards and her One Little Word class.  I signed up and chose the word Focus. I did get almost five months worth of lessons done and then life derailed me. My mother came for a visit. What was going to be a two week visit ended up a five month stay. There were so many things my mother wanted to do that after her debilitating surgery in 2008 she has not had the opportunity to do. Then she had to have emergency heart and was not able to return home until she had completely recovered. It was during this time that I quit blogging.
   I enjoy sharing and writing about my life. I find this to be very therapeutic for me. I often think "Maybe one day someone will do a google search and find my page. Maybe I'll have a post that will help them or give them an answer to a question they have or just make them smile." Sure I would love to make money from blogging as so many others do but that's not my main goal here. My goal is to just share. Share the projects I make and how to make them, give reviews of products I've tried, tell about places I've been, progress I'm making on projects I'm doing, and well, you get the idea. A lifestyle blog.

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Friday, September 22, 2017

Blogging - Looking Back - Part 1


  I have wanted to be a blogger for a long time. I guess that makes me a blogger-want-a-be.   I started a couple blogs and then quit. No one followed my blogs or made comments. Maybe that's part of why I quit. Why continue if all I'm doing it for is myself? But I enjoyed it. Now that I think about it, that reason alone should be enough for me to have continued.
   For fun I decided to go back and read my old blogs. See what I posted about. Review the projects I completed. Where I was in my life. What a great time I had going back and reading my posts! My first blog was called Scrap On It! But I later changed the name to A Little Bit of This & A Little Bit of That. I started my first blog on July 23, 2011. It's hard to believe it has been that long ago. I started as a way to help me recover from a break up of a toxic relationship. To take my mind off the hurt and heartache I was dealing with. The relationship ended terribly late 2010 but recovering from the emotional and verbal abuse I suffered took a long time. I was devastated when the relationship ended. Looking back I don't understand why. That was one of the worst times of my life. It's funny how we can convince ourselves something that is so bad for us is good and not realize how bad it is until we are no longer in the situation. But I digress.
   My first post introduced myself and talked about how many UFOs (Unfinished Projects)  or PHDs (Projects Half Done) I had. I talked about how I made a list, organized my projects and how my system worked for me. After reading my post I want to reorganize, update my system and begin working on unfinished projects again.  I just realized that my post invoked the very emotion I wanted. Excitement to do what I wrote about. It doesn't matter if I am the one that got excited. The post accomplished what I wanted it to do.
   The next several posts dealt with sewing/quilting projects, baking fun, scrapbooking pages,  techniques I tried and events that were happening in my life.  As I read through each blog post the memories start rolling in. The fun of doing the projects and the satisfaction I had when I completed something created the desire to jump back in to getting stuff done. Remembering the fun I had with family and friends.  Not to mention wanting to do more blogging.
   A later post I did talks about the book 52 Scrapbooking Challenges by  Elsie Flannigan. I forgot all about having this book. I talk about the challenges, my scrapbooking goals and what I completed. Reading this post makes me want to pull the book out and start the challenges all over again. Fifty-two challenges is only one layout a week. That's an easy goal for sure. And I don't have to do the challenges in order so I can switch things up a bit. In another post I write about sketchbooks by Scrapbook Generations. These books are filled with sketches that are easy to follow and adapt to whatever scrapbooking style you have. I completely forgot about having these books too. I've moved away from traditional scrapbooking and gone in the direction of a Project Life style memory keeping but these books remind me of how much I enjoyed creating pages. Something I think I will start doing again.
  I found a blog post that deals with being alone. Living alone. Doing things alone. Having a life alone. Of stepping out of my comfort zone and creating a life. Funny how life changes but remains the same. I am no longer alone. I've been in a relationship for almost a year. I've been in a couple relationships since the one that broke my heart and started me on my path of blog writing. Anyway, I am not alone anymore but the possibility of no longer being in a relationship is looming in the horizon. If issues aren't resolved, the change will happen in the very near future. This brings me back to my post about being alone. I am again looking at the possibility of being alone.  Living alone. Doing things alone. Creating a life alone. But this time being alone won't be as difficult. I think this time being alone will be just fine. I actually like the idea. In fact the truth be told, I actually miss being alone. How funny is that?
  There was a post that had a Project Bucket List. I went through the list and realized that I completed almost all of the items on it. I have to say  I was quite pleased to see that. Out of eleven items I listed I got six done. I don't think I got them all done in a month like I planned. I actually don't think I got them done in the same year.  But the important thing is they got done. Not bad. I definitely will need to make another Project Bucket List. I did find another post where I made a List and this one was LONG. This list didn't get as many completed as the first one. Some of the items on the list still aren't completed. That tells me I need to keep the list short and easier to complete.
   I got to one post about my big baby Sweet Pea. I recently lost him to cancer. Seeing that post made me want to cry and laugh at the same time. So many memories. During this time in my life I felt like my life didn't have a lot of meaning and I was just existing.  But as I read this blog and remember the events behind the posts, I find I'm missing that time in my life and I'm upset with myself for not appreciating the time more. Perhaps there is a life lesson in this for me. Appreciate and enjoy where I'm at in life the moment I'm in it.
   The last post I made on this blog was June 21, 2013. I didn’t post every day or even every week. Sometimes I didn't  post every month. There was a period of time where I didn't post at all. Almost eight months without a post. When I began writing again, my post talked about why I quit. One of the reasons was that no one read my blog. And I tell why I started writing again. I started writing again for myself and for my daughter, who was my only follower. This is a reminder to myself to keep writing even when I feel no one is reading. If one person reads, enjoys and get something from what I post then that is a reason to keep writing. Even if that one person is me.
   As I read my blog I realize I got a lot of things done. My posts may not have been fancy. Sometimes they were "clumsy".  Some had a lot of pictures, some had few. I didn't think to do step by step directions on how to do something. But after reading my blog from the beginning to end, I am motivated and excited to go and retry some of the things I did then. So I guess that makes my blog a success even if it's just me that benefits.
   So if you are a new blogger, a long time blogger or a hit or miss blogger, keep writing. Even if you are the only one who reads your blog, keep writing. You will enjoy going back and reading what you wrote. You will get something beneficial from your blog. And that makes writing your blog worth every minute you spend on it.  

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Monday, September 11, 2017

A Day to Remember


 


  

   I don't think anyone who was old enough on this date sixteen years ago doesn't remember the disbelief, horror and pain the events of that day caused. Even as we watched the events unfold on tv we had disbelief that something so horrendous could happen here in our country. Horror at seeing the images on tv of the planes hitting the Twin Towers. Terror while watching people jump out of windows to avoid being burned alive only to plummet many floors to their deaths. The pain that engulfed us as we watched thousands of people die including the first responders who courageously waded into the chaos to rescue survivors and the passengers who rebelled and prevented their plane from crashing into the White House. On this day, sixteen years ago, we as a nation lost our sense of security and our innocence.
   I remember what I was doing when I heard of this tragic event as if it was only yesterday and not so long ago. I was working for an asphalt company driving a dump truck. When I got the news over my company radio I was sitting at a light at the intersection of Van Dorn Street and Eisenhower Dr. Van Dorn St is a north / south road located in Alexandria, Virginia. I happened to be going northbound. The intersection I was at is located at the bottom of a hill and has a limited view ahead. I got the call about one of the Twin Tower being hit then another call that the Pentagon had also been hit. Disbelief and shock was my first reaction. Why would anyone do such a thing? How could they do it? My mind couldn't grasp the idea or make sense of it. The signal light turned green and I proceed to travel north. As I crested the hill, in the horizon I saw a huge, thick, black plume of smoke rolling skyward. My disbelief turned to horror. A chill ran down my back. I was supposed to be working that day in the South Parking Lot of the Pentagon doing paving. The contractor wasn't ready for us to start so the job was postponed. I also used to work in the Pentagon for the Chief of Naval Operations and the section of the Pentagon that was hit was the area where I worked. My son was in Pennsylvania and was flying home that day. In my panic I couldn't remember from what airport he was flying out of, what flight he was to be on or time of departure. I spent many hours in agony wondering if my son was on the flight that crashed before hitting its target. I cannot even begin to describe my relief when I finally was able to speak to him and verify he was okay. My daughter was in high school away for the day’s turmoil and I knew she was safe. But she too dealt with fear that day. She knew her brother was flying out from Pennsylvania and she thought I was at the Pentagon unaware that the job had been canceled. Her friends had parents who worked at the Pentagon and they were unable to find out if they were safe. This event affected everyone who was old enough to understand its significance.






    Let us take a moment sometime today to remember those who lost their lives on this tragic day sixteen years ago. Remember the ones who were in the Twin Towers and the Pentagon, the passengers of the four flights, the first responders and the civilians who bravely joined in to help. Let us remember those who survived the attack on our country that day, the search and rescue teams who valiantly put their own safety at risk to look for survivors, then later for the dead and everyone whose Herculean efforts helped to try to put order to chaos. The ones left behind by this tragedy are still suffering the trauma of the aftermath.





     This day sixteen years ago touched each one of us in some way. And we as individuals and as a Nation will never be the same again.




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