I just wrapped up my second article for CK. Woohoo! It's such a good feeling to have something like that done! My first article will be in the April issue and I can't wait to see it. The second one will be in July and I'm even more excited about it. It is full of the kind of layouts that I love to create. Seriously I could fill a book with those kind of layouts! Hopefully everyone will like both of them.
A new layout. The picture sucks but I'm being lazy today and didn't feel like messing with it. When Drew was a baby, Mom was watching him for me at the store for a little bit so I could run some errands. He fell asleep during her meeting with the sales rep and Stacey took these cute pictures. He must be following in his daddy's footsteps... anytime I talk about scrapbooking I can see Mike starting to nod off. I can't really blame him. I do the same when he talks about hunting or fishing.
Mom had gotten me this big "A" for Christmas and I just now got around to doing something with it. I ended up covering it with Glimmer Mist in the color Coffee Shop. Have I mentioned that I love that stuff? (Try to avoid looking at the messy clutter in the background!)
I tried to get a good close up so you could see the glittery part. It's such a subtle sparkle that it's kind of hard to get it to show up in a picture.
I've had a few people ask about this layout in the February issue of CK since the journaling is too small to read. I figured I could post on here if you want to read it.
I was a race track brat. Born and raised with a plastic checkered flag in my hand and a pit pass on my wrist. Looking back, from my early childhood to my adult years, I don’t know the exact moment that racing became such a vital part of my life.
Maybe it started when I discovered that I could actually feel the low, rhythmic rumble of engines revving in the pit of my stomach. Like it's own little heartbeat. To me, it's so soothing and somehow can always relax and excite me at the same time. As a kid I always wondered if everybody felt it. Like maybe only the ones that truly loved racing got to experience that.
Maybe it started when I watched my dad race and felt that nervous feeling in my stomach for the first time. Concern over the risk mixed with hope that he would win. Sometimes it would get so intense that I thought I couldn't watch yet I couldn't look away.
Maybe it started when my dad began to teach me about cars and track conditions. I know that half the time I had to be annoying him when I leaned over the hood of the car right beside him. I was anxious to learn more and he was patient enough to teach me. I found that the more I knew about racing, the more interesting it was to watch.
Maybe it started when my sister and I began racing in the two man cruiser class and I felt the adrenaline rush from a different perspective. Instead of feeling those nerves for my dad, I felt them for us. Surprisingly, those nerves quickly went away the second the green flag flew and my foot mashed the peddle to the floor. It was almost like falling in love with racing all over again.
Maybe it started when my dad died and all I had left were the memories. Memories of all the great weekends we spent at the racetrack. It saddens me that I will never get to see him race again. No longer will I feel that rush of nervous excitement I got when he pulled out on the track. Memories are all I have.
You know what I think? I think that maybe it has always been important to me. Each and every part of it. The smells, the sounds, the excitement that takes place, the memories... Maybe, just maybe, I was born with a love for racing.
That's enough blogging for now. Today is Mike's birthday and I've got a cheesecake to bake! I hope everyone enjoys the weekend!