ScrapbookPaLooza

Motivation is something that is required to do certain things. Getting to the gym, for example, requires motivation. Hell, getting dressed to go to the gym takes motivation. I lack that motivation. 

Where I don't lack motivation is scrapbooking. It's my creative outlet. I use it to decompress from the work week - and most recently (December) the workday. 

See what happened was, I realized I watch too much TV. I work in front of the TV all day. It's usually on and is there to make noise. I don't like working in silence. It reminds me that I live alone and work alone and that I have way too many conversations with my cats. And so, because of the TV thing, I decided I wanted to turn it off when work was done and either read or scrapbook. 

The first week when work was done, I went into the scrapbook room. I didn't want to work on any big projects and just wanted to "play around". That's when it dawned on me that I could scrap random photos. Basically, scrap photos that really don't mean anything, may or may not have a story, but it would allow me to scrap, work on my skill, use up my stash and be creative. It was so liberating to realize that I didn't have to "have a reason" to scrap something. 

And so started the Random Scrapbooking Project. 

But wait, I needed to be "organized" in this randomness. And yes, I do realize organization and random are antonyms. This is the part where when I explained it to my BFF she rolled her eyes at me and my process minded self. After putting some thought into it, I wanted to "process" it out so that I could stay focused in the randomness. I know. I know. When I say it out loud it sounds crazy, but I promise you it made a huge impact on how focused it's kept me. 

I have about 200 sketches for scrapbook layouts. These are sketches (or other scrapbooker pages) that I've collected. Not every page is a brand new creation. Many times, I take inspiration from what other people have done. My page is never an exact duplicate of their page, but it gets me inspired. Those sketches are numbered in a folder on my computer.

Each week I select 5 random numbers - 1 through 200, and those are the layouts I make. Then I have to find photos to use.  Being that these are random, it's really easy to do. Plus, I have a thousand cat photos to pick from. 

From there I gather the supplies I want to use and I get busy.  In most cases, in a week I'd do those 5 pages and then some. For December I did what's called December Daily - well my version of it. I came up with 31 "topics" and I did a page with a photo representing that topic for each day. It was a blast and I used up a TON of Christmas supplies. But December Daily really helped create this habit of going upstairs every day and scrap a page or two. 

Enter January. My department at work reorganized and put me in a Director position of the Project Management Office. That means my team of PMs are scattered across the globe. Which translated into me starting work at 6am most days (and one day at 5:30am and one day once a month at 5am). That means I get off work by 2 or 2:30. THAT gives me several hours in the scrapbook room with daylight. (I don't like to scrap when I have to turn on a light. It changes the colors of papers and embellishments).

Here we are in February and every day I could I go up in the scrapbook room and do 2 or three pages. Here's just a small example of what I've done since Jan 1. 

I realize as I look at this one now that I've
not added any title or journaling. This was
my grandparents 25th wedding anniversary.

You can see how random they all are and how most don't really belong in any "project" scrapbook. 

My goal this year for scrapping is 365 pages. It's not even the end of February and I'm at 79 pages already. I might have to adjust my goal to make it harder. 

What I've noticed after scrapping each night is I feel very accomplished and satisfied with myself for not sitting in front of the boob tube. Now, if I can get just a little of that motivation to rub off in the "getting to the gym" goal. 

What were your parents like?

Welcome to another installment of "My Life Story". The card today asks what I assume would be an easy question for most, but may be a bit complicated for me. 

The question "What were your parents like?"

You see I've had two sets of parents with Mom as the common denominator. 

Let's start with the early years. Mom and my original father, Don, were married young. Mom was just 17 when they married. That was back in 1964 - they did that then. Don was her high school sweetheart and they seemed quite happy. 

Then Don got sent to Vietnam. While there my mom gave birth to my sister, Melanie. Then he came home and then he went back again. When returned I was born 9 months after. 

The point of telling you about Vietnam is that his tours changed him. Mom used to say that he left part of his soul there and she thought it was the nice part of his soul. 

He wasn't a great father to me. He flirted with every female he came in contact with and I remember as a kid that embarrassed me. I can't even imagine how mom felt about it. He was not a nice man at times either. We were disciplined with a heavy hand. By today's standards you might call it abuse. We were certainly mentally abused. I don't really remember him having nice things to say to us. We used to get the belt for the oddest, and most insignificant things. I remember this one time Melanie and I both got it because we folded a kitchen towel wrong. 

He tried and I think he did the best he could with what he had with him. I often wonder what he would have been like if Vietnam hadn't happened. 

Mom and him divorced in 1979/80 and that's when the next dad comes into play. 

Mom went out on a set up date with Al Wraspir sometime in 1980. I don't remember who set them up, but it was a double date and they hit it off. They married in Sept 1982. Dad adopted me right after that. I officially went from Jennifer Miller to Jennifer Wraspir. 

Dad was an amazing dad. He had his issues too, like he was stubborn and was pretty opinionated at times. But he was also kind, he loved his family, he worked hard, he had a strong will, and treated me as if I was his. He never treated me like a step daughter and instead took the time to help make me a person who can be a valuable part of society. He worked for Boeing for 47 years and I think wished I followed in those footsteps. While I worked at Boeing, I wasn't meant to be there for that long. 

He always had a ton of friends around him. Many were his hunting buddies. We spent many nights at other friends' houses having dinners and such. 

He taught me to love cooking. Mom did too for that matter. But dad had the curiosity to try and cook different things. He LOVED food. Tomatoes were among his favorite foods. I don't have enough space in the blog to list all his favorites. 

He was a wonderful dad and I consider myself very lucky. 

Mom - what can I say about her that I haven't already said in this blog. She was my best friend. Not always, but definitely as an adult. As a teenager, like most, I wasn't a fan of her. She enforced rules and followed through with consequences. I'm grateful now, but 14 year old me was not. 

She was kind, she too loved her family. She LOVED dogs and her grandkids. Hell, she loved all my friends and adopted them to be "her kids". She too worked at Boeing and was there for 37 years (or something like that). She had a tougher time there trying to progress because, well, she was a woman in a man's world. 

She loved to travel and cook like Dad. They both, together, taught me about how important seeing the world is to better understand, and tolerate, other cultures. "Tolerate" was dad's word and I don't think he meant it as it came out the same way it sounds today. 

Overall, I consider myself very lucky to have had such great parents. They were strict but they loved me. They helped me become the person I am today. 

I miss them both every day.