Rita's Ramblings

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It seems funny to call it paper, I guess it could just be called a background, but that conjures up a different image for most people i suppose. I like to call it paper...it may be virtual paper, but it just seems more logical to me. Anyway, I was working in Photoshop yesterday - making things to add to my Zazzle site - and decided to take a break and play a little. The difference between work in play is minimal in Photoshop, it's all play to me. So, my playtime yielded two new digital scrapbook papers that I want to share with everyone. Which then leads me to a new problem...I've never used a file sharing site, so now I need to learn another new trick. So, bright an early this morning, here I am trying to figure it all out so I can share my paper... here is a link, and I hope it works.... Nothing fancy, I'm just praying it works....

Ahh... I must learn to get an earlier start on things. It's now after 10 and I've just listed a new design in my Zazzle shop. But, unfortunately it won't be seen there for an hour or two, and it's just too late to stay up and wait. Yes, I am one of those people who needs to "make sure" it's really there. You might think that I'm not a trusting person because I have to check to see it for myself, but that's not it really. I think it has more to do with the excitement of seeing it up there. It's always a high to see something you worked on and created out on the internet. I hope if you read this you stop by my Zazzle shop and take a look. The shop isn't very full yet, but I'm working on it.



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As part of the Etsy experience, it's common knowledge that in order to sell you have to promote and advertise yourself. I've been pretty lax these days and haven't done a lot on the forums, or anyplace else for that matter. So, imagine my surprise when I looked and found 4 orders today. If I didn't know better, I would think that I was sneak attacked. The sneak attack is a very cool way to find new and unusual things on Etsy. Once you've signed up for it, they will send you out an email to notify you the name of the shop that will be "attacked". If you see something you like, you go ahead and buy from the shop. It gives the new or shops with low sales a big boost and a whole bunch of exposure. It really is kind of fun and if you'd like to try it, just do a search for "sneak attack" in the forums, you'll get a much better explanation then I'm giving.

Once I learn a little bit more about blogging, I will be sharing some of my favorite Etsy shops and items, until then just drop by and take a random look around, I'm sure you'll find something of interest.

Whether to describe myself as a multi-faceted diamond who shines and sparkles because of the many angels and surfaces? Or, as an onion, with layers added over time? Or, do I leave all the flowery language behind and simple tell you that most of the time a feel a bit schizophrenic? That is the question.

I have a variety of interests and always have something new in the works. I've tried to keep all my projects separated and change my hat with each new idea, adding new websites with new email addresses, sometimes I get confused and don't know who I am. I've often been envious of those people that have wholly dedicated their time and their energy to one purpose. For that is something I know I could never do. And so, I've decided to rejoice in my schizophrenia and showcase it for the world to see. Hopefully when all is said and done, there will be some sort of cohesion, some commonality, something so that I can began to think of myself as less schizophrenic and more diamond-like.

At some point in time I will come up with a schedule, so that depending on the day, I'll have a set topic or idea to work around. But for now, things might seem a bit disjointed as I cover some of my many ventures and adventures. Things you might except to someday see discussed on this blog.....

• My Etsy Store
• Scrapbooking both paper and digital
• My Zazzle store
• Photography
• Not so empty nests
• Kids and Grandkids
• My Barter Project
• Faeries and faerie doors
• Gargoyles
• Funny Family stories
• Social networks
• Crafting
• Sewing
• Wolves, ladybugs, and penguins
  
• Collecting as an addiction
• Blue Willow
• Woodworking
• Painting
• Folk Art
• Vintage erotica (censored version of course)
• Photoshop and photo-manipulation
• Cooking
  
• Old wives tales
• more
• more
• and even more

So, pour yourself a beverage of choice (mine happens to be tea) and take a peak into my life. Hopefully you will find it interesting to say the least, and if I manage to entertain you or make you smile I will be satisfied with my new accomplishment.

Listening to the radio on my way to work this morning, I heard about the job I want. Now don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with the job I already have. After all, who could complain about making just enough to keep a body above the poverty line, have responsibilities piled on because the co-worker gets fired and now you get their job too, have absolutely no authority and therefore get no respect from subordinates...sorry, that is actually a different rant that I should save for another time.

Anyway, I'm listening to the radio and hear that Owen Wilson is having some problems with demon rum. According to the gossip people, he has hired himself a "sober companion" who is being paid $750.00 per day. Let me say that again - seven hundred fifty dollars a day to hang around with a celebrity and stay sober. Hmmm, sounds like a real hard job to me - NOT! Hey, I am more than qualified for that job, damn I don't make enough money to be anything but sober. I raised 5 kids, went through a divorce, have survived numerous tragedies, and am still standing. I could certainly handle playing nursemaid to some idiot that has no self control.

Now I have always liked Owen Wilson, he actually reminds me of a guy I knew in my youth, Nick something or other. (sorry Nick you were cute but I can't remember your last name for the life of me). But, I will certainly look at Mr Wilson a bit differently now. I have to wonder, doesn't the man have family or friends? How shallow would they have to be not to want to help him out? It is a sad sad state when there is no loved one in your life that doesn't want to see you self-destruct.

So, here's a message to Owen and his Mama... Mom, get your butt to your son and slap some sense into him. Owen, grow up and be a man - there are too many people, me being one of them, who have to struggle just to survive and guess what - no one cares, we don't get to hire people to be our crutches, we have to stand and walk on our own.

Well, that's my rant for the day...now I think I'll go have a glass of "whine".