Another page for my aam book. I am terrible at journaling (absolutely hate it! I am not a writer of words!) Here is what is says:

Growing up I always thought that my mother and I were so different. I swore that I was not going to be like her. Now that I am older I see many similarities. First of all, I look more like her every day. When I was younger all I could see was dad when I looked in the mirror (I guess I could not get past the McCulley nose!) As a teenager, I resented the fact that she made me babysit my siblings all the time. And then I did the same thing with Shawna. I hated when she would stand up for herself in the grocery store (”Get me the Manager”) and now I do the same thing. Like her, I struggle with weight problems. I tend to keep my problems and sorrows to myself. She did too. I don’t think I ever saw my mother cry. I don’t let people see me cry. Mom was not a hugger, neither am I. Like her, I do not like people in my “personal space”. But I do express my love for my family with words and actions. Mom and I tended to “butt heads” a lot. I am very stubborn and so was she! But like her, I forgive easily and never hold a grudge. I love to read. She loved to read (though she read magazines and I read books) She was a very proud person and did not like to ask others for help. I am the same way. She went out of her way to help strangers. I can’t count the amount of times she invited a “stray” in for dinner or a place to stay. I get my compassion from her. I hate to see someone that is homeless and give money to strangers (even if they may be scamming me). I adopt stray animals all of the time. I have a kind heart just like my mom. I don’t think that mom cared what anyone thought of her. I am very unlike her in that way. I care about what people think, perhaps too much! I do not like to leave the house without make-up on. Mom never wore makeup. Mom was a fabulous cook and loved to prepare meals every day. I can cook pretty well, but hate to do so on a daily basis. Mom and I were not particularly close, like in the best friend kind of way. Don’t get me wrong. I adored my mother. My world revolved around her. But.. I couldn’t go talk to her about personal things in my life. I don’t know why. It wasn’t anything that she did. I guess it was just me. I always thought that she was so hard on me. I think I was always jealous of Melodee and felt that mom loved her the most. Now I know that is not true. My mom was very proud of my artistic ability. She thought I was way better than I actually am! The main lesson that my mother taught me is that family comes first. When all is said and done - family is the constant in your life. I am so glad that she ingrained that in me. She was a mama Grizzly bear when it came to her children and grandchildren. We both raised children on our own. I learned a lot from my mother. Without her, I would not be who I am today. We were alike in many ways and different in many more. I miss her every day of my life. I wish that she was alive so that I could become her “best friend”, so that I could relish in our differences and bask in the warmth of our “sameness”. My mom was a good person and I strive to be like her in that way.

Studio dd
Readymade banners for mom
Rainbow clusters

Katie pertiet
Bead scatterings
Merry & bright alpha (recolored)
Christmas memories alpha (recolored)
Krafty canvas
Make your own postmark

Felt hearts by Patty Knox