One of those days...

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Can you imagine my surprise when I woke up thinking, "Thank goodness it's Friday!" only to realize that it was Tuesday? lol!

Lots of stuff to say

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Thank you so much for all the nice comments and wonderful emails after my post about my dreams. I can always count on you guys for a life when I need it. You have no idea how much that means to me!

Check out the card Nataliya made on her blog. She used one of my sentiments. Actually, check out all of her cards. They are awesome!

Now, I have an apology to make and a favor to ask. Someone sent me the link to their blog showing how they had used my "When all else fails, Take a bath" wordart for some lemon bath bombs they made. The blog post had the directions for making the bath bombs. I want to show off and share that link here, but I've misplaced it. Please, if this was your project share it with me again. I also want to try making the bath bombs.

Time to catch you up on some postcard news. We've received some beautiful postcards from Holland, London, California, Georgia, North and South Carolina, the Split Rock Lighthouse, St. Marten and Zion National Park. There have been other cards too and I'm sorry that I can't remember them all right now.

Ruth sent us a wonderful packet with a postcard and information about Maine. I told the kids how I fell in love with Maine after vacationing there and dream of owning a summer in Maine. I asked them if they would buy me a house in Maine after they grow up and get rich and famous. My question was met with a collective NO! I faked sadness and asked why. I even pointed out that it didn't have to be a big house because I would only live there in the summer. They said, "If you live there who will be the teacher?" lol! Gotta love their reasoning.

We would still love to receive more cards. You can read the original post about out postcard project here and mail postcards to us at....

Ms. Brown's Class

Greynolds Park Elementary School

1536 NE 179th Street

North Miami Beach, FL 33162

If you know of any classes that would like to receive something from Miami just let me know. We'll be happy to send things.

Now it's time for mw to get some sleep. Enjoy your day!

Baby Girl Brag Book Freebie

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I've posted another Monday Freebie for you on April's blog! This BB page was made using April's Baby Girl Kit. Just click on the preview to go to April's blog.

This Little Piggy

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Scraps of Ellay and KnittinJen Digiscrap Designs have teamed up to make a super cute kit called This Little Piggy! You are going to love this kit! It can be used to scrap pictures of babies, cook outs, messy eaters, farm pics and....well, just about anything you can think of.

Take a look at this preview...

Did I tell you that this kit is huge?!?! There are 23 papers, 12 cardstocks, 78 elements and 2 full alphas!

Here are a couple of layouts that I've made, but I know that I'll be using this kit over and over!

You can buy this awesome kit at Stuff to Scrap! For more layout inspiration visit Ellay and Jen's blogs. You may even find some goodies waiting for you.

10-24-10

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10-23-10

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Wanna be my shrink?

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I know I've blogged about what a mess I was after Charlie passed away and how much I still miss him, but I'm not sure I told you about some of the truly crazy things I've done and thought since he's been gone.

Not long after he first passed away I had friends try to tell me that I should move. This was our home and there are memories of him everywhere. I was in pretty bad shape and they thought starting over in a new home without the old memories would be good for me. Maybe they were right, but I didn't want to hear what they were saying.

I told them that the housing market was too bad to try and move. I told them that I knew I was in a safe neighborhood and that was extra important to me since he was gone. I told them I liked being able to walk almost any place that I wanted to go. I told them that I liked living so close to all of them, that they were my support system and I needed them close.

I told them all of these things and many other things as well to explain why I thought moving was a bad idea. I told them all of those things, but the real reason I didn't (and still don't) want to move is that I'm afraid if I move and Charlie comes back, he won't be able to find me.

I know...he's gone...he's not coming back. I'm crazy.

You don't even want to know how long I slept with his picture under my pillow along with some old cards and letters from him because I thought it would help make me dream about him. It didn't work.

There was one dream after he had been gone for about a year. In the dream my friends were here and Charlie called me on the phone. The really weird part is that in the dream I knew he was dead. I knew he was dead and didn't want my friends to know that I was talking to him so I took the phone into the closet and sat in there talking to him.

When I woke up from that dream I was happy. I had heard the sound of his voice and I was happy. I knew it was only a dream, but I was happy.

There were no more dreams about him no matter how hard I wished for them.

When I was hospitalized with pneumonia in March, 2009 my doctors were really scared. They kept me there for 10 days. When they finally let me go home I got the full lecture about completing my antibiotics and keeping my follow-up appointments. They let me know that I had come very close to dying.

I completed the antibiotics and kept the doctor appointments. I was sick.....really, really sick. I knew the doctors believed that I had come close to dying, but I didn't believe them. I didn't think it was my time. I didn't think it was my time because I didn't feel Charlie's presence in the room. If it had truly been my time to go I believe that he would have come for me.

Crazy? Maybe, but I survived so I'm liking my theory.

Now it's been exactly 4 and a half years since Charlie passed away and for the last two nights I have actually seen him in my dreams.

In the first dream, I was sitting in a hospital waiting room and he was with me. I'm not sure why we were at the hospital, but we were happy and laughing so it couldn't have been that big of a deal. In the second dream, I was in some weird place and Charlie swam in from a pipe to get me. We were both happy in that dream too.

I've woken up happy both times.

So, my million dollar question is....Why now?

Why after all this time am I finally seeing him in my dreams? His picture and letters are no longer under my pillow and the flowery sheets that I used to torment him with haven't left the linen closet in a long, long time.

Does this mean that my poor heart has finally mended enough that I can dream of him and not fall completely apart?

Is it wrong that I just want to take some Tylenol PM, crawl into bed and wait for the dreams to begin?

Man, I would probably make some shrinks career!