***Disney Design Addict's Chit Chat,Designs and Pixie Dust! Everybody WELCOME!*** Part 5

[bear74]

OK OK OK Last one, I promise....

ow. I am laughing so hard its make my back hurt.

 

[bear74]

Yet another one...

too funny

 

[rosiejo]

You are right!! Amy....I was having a not thinking moment....and if you want a debate you had to be around my office a couple of weeks ago with affect versus effect.....I thought at one point it was going to come to blows!!


Theresa

sounds like my office - we're web editors and spend our days discussing other peoples grammatical errors!

 

[bear74]

The paper comes in plastic bags from her and has her contact info on direct buying - her prices are the same - I have tried to find the paper outside of ebay without any luck

I may be so tired that I just think this is funny -

 

[babytrees]

I am the office manager at a church..it's quite funny the way people use/misuse the language....when I type up the prayers every week I want to cringe. Heaven forbid if I was to correct them though!!

I had a teacher explain affect/effect this way "To effect change you have to affect the people." Oh dear I hope I have that right now


Theresa

 

[MidNite]

MidNite -- Your babies are BEAUTIFUL!

Thank you. Just what every mom loves to hear.

 

[my3princes]

That is very cute

Julia was so scared of Santa last year that when I told her if she didn't go see him - how would he know what she wanted that she told me she didn't any presents from Santa -

she could not bear the thought that Santa might actually come to our house and begged me not to let him in -

we finally decided it would be okay if Mrs. Clause brought the presents and wrote Santa a letter to see if that would Mrs. Clause would do that

but then people would ask Julia - are you excited for Christmas - is Santa coming to your house and she would look at them and say NOPE

Strangely enough, Logan is fine with Santa coming to his house and bringing him a gift, but he does not want Santa to touch him. I have to say that it is an improvement over last year, now he can be in the same room.

Deb

 

[babytrees]

Not to discourage all you that are hoping your kids outgrow croup soon but....the last time I had croup(that was diagnosed) I was 17....I now do my best to make sure my colds stay just that way but I know that I have had croup at least once since then and I will be 35 next year.

Pixie dust to all who are sick....please don't pass it this way

Theresa

 

[bear74]

look at this CUTE mickey vase and flower arrangement from hallmark.com

the code friends20 gets you 20% off if you have anyone Disney obsessed you need a gift for!

So cute. I may need to email this to DH.

 

[my3princes]

Just got this email. I think it is worth passing on, even though it's kinda long.

I BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS

I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid.
I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the way my big
sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she
jeered. "Even dummies know that!"

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day
because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told
the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a
whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon
buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to
be true.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her
everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she
snorted...."Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going
around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat,
and let's go."

"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second
world-famous cinnamon bun.

"Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town
that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its
doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars.

That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy
something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then
she turned and walked out of Kerby's.

I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother,
but never had I shopped for anything all by myself.

The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish
their Christmas shopping. For a few moments I just stood there, confused,
clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and
who on earth to buy it for. I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my
friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my
church.

I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He
was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in
Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class.

Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to
recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the
teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that
Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered
the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a
coat!

I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real
warm, and he would like that.

"Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter
asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."

The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a
good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag,
smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of
the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and
ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it. Grandma
said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to
Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever
officially, one of Santa's helpers.

Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept
noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me
a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down
on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes
and Grandma.

Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to
open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.

Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering,
beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes.

That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were
just what Grandma said they were: ridiculous. Santa was alive and well,
and we were on his team. I still have the Bible, with the coat
tag tucked inside: $19.95.

May you always have LOVE to share, HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that
care...

And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!

I'm wiping the tears as I write my reply. What a beautiful story. Isn't that what Christmas is all about?

Deb

 

[KMH1]

OK, Marti, I'm gonna go out on a limb without researching it. I'll be embarrassed if I'm wrong, but if so, somebody please correct me.

Effect is usually the noun. For example, "This medicine may cause side effects." (More on why I said "usually" to follow.)

Affect is usually the verb. For example, "The moon affects the ocean tide."

As usual in the English language, there are exceptions to both of these rules. One is when you use the phrase "to effect change." Effect is the verb. The other exception is in psychology, where a person's mood/personality is described as their affect. Affect is the noun this time (but it's pronounced a little different then usual: "AF-fect" instead of "uh-fect").

Please give me the gold star, English experts. I would hate to get a rap on the knuckles for this one!

I'll give you a gold star for this explanation! Especially since you didn't plagiarize like I did!

I swear I lost a ton of brain cells having Alyssa, and I know I'll lose more with #2. Sometimes I'll say something, and I'll think to myself, "Did that really come out of your mouth...you taught English for nine years, you idiot!!!"

Amy

 

[KMH1]

I am the office manager at a church..it's quite funny the way people use/misuse the language....when I type up the prayers every week I want to cringe. Heaven forbid if I was to correct them though!!

Theresa

I was also a yearbook advisor for five years, and parents were able to buy congratulatory ads for their seniors. Oh, I nearly went insane typing out some of those messages!

Amy

 

[poohangel]

funny!!

Just wanted to say hi y'all!

I'm bushed and I'm heading for bed...Joe is out of town and Christmas has snuck up on me!

Ya know I got to thinking about the whole baby thing and remembered there's birds involved too! I'm not exactly sure were they fit in!

NIGHT DDAers!

 

[bear74]

Here's a design inspired by my Nephew who is so afraid of Santa that he actually trembles if Santa gets too close.

Deb

how cute.

 

[KMH1]

Do I get the gold star or the chest to pin it on?? I'll take the chest!!!!

Glad you're back Marti! Where's Skunka Hunka to pounce on this one?

Amy

 

[KMH1]

Who's going to defend me against the Queen???

I think you'll be okay...you seem to have a temporary alliance.

Amy

 

[julia & nicks mom]

It's okay Martha. We all know Kate's the most compassionate.

I wonder how long I'd have to go without posting to receive a special PM from Kate?

Amy

I don't know - why don't you stop posting and we'll see!!

 

[poohangel]

WOW, they turned out great!

Here are the pictures from my tiedying adventure. I am so tickled that they turned out, not as good as the craft queen Deb's though. I am just happy that they don't look like a royal mess. I only left the dye on for 4 hours, because I didn't have anymore time to wait, before rinsing. These pictures were before washing. After I washed them the became a little "softer" in color.

All rubberbanded:

Alyssa's shirt, front:

Alyssa's back:

Nicholas' front:

Nicholas' back:

My front:

My back:

DH front:

Dh back:

 

[julia & nicks mom]

Nancy and I each took a hold of John's hand and we approached Baloo (the character, not the moderator ).

Good thing - cause that would be enough to scare the crap out of any kid!

 

[my3princes]

We were in New Mexico for Thanksgiving and I asked Abi (9) if she wanted to go sit on Santa's lap...she said no he's not the real one and he's too skinny


I really looked at him then and they had a string bean with a pillow stomach as Santa.

I know that this is my last Christmas with Santa and she knows that those are Santa's helpers in the malls but please couldn't they have had a more realistic helper

Abi is still a bit frightened of characters in the suits and out.....and we had to explain to her about the person in the suit at an early age because she would literally crawl up to the highest spot if she saw any thing closer than about 100 yards. SO I always am happy when I can convince her to even go close to santa. We'll see how she handles WDW next summer

Some of you will think I'm certifiable, others will think this is cute.

Our second Christmas in our new home was in 2001. My oldest was 6. He was sure that there was no such thing as Santa. Didn't matter what we told him, he was sure. So on Christmas Eve the kids went to bed. I put on my Santa Suit (Costume Nut Remember). I had Chris video tape me putting the presents under the tree. I was careful to always keep my back to the camera. Chris kept making little comments like "Deb wake up" and "Nobodies going to believe this". He taped me for several minutes, I ate the cookies, drank the milk and slipped out the sliding door. I even had bells outside to shake as the reindeer took off. The next morning Chris announced his amazing night time adventure. And he had proof that Santa truly existed. The kids watched the video in awe and have not questioned Santas existance since. They are huge advocates even at age 8 and 10. I have no idea where the tape is now, probably a good thing as they might not buy it now, but that memory will always be with them. They both have kids that do not celebrate Christmas in their classes that tell them that it is just their parents, they tell them that they don't get presents because they don't believe, but they know because they have him on tape. Someday the magic will die, but I will make it last as long as possible.

Deb