not quite done yet...

But here's some of what I've been up to. I still have more to do and I'm having fun.

Here's my class project for November at Scrapbooks Etc. Its an altered photo frame. Book now to reserve your place as seats are filling fast! (Not really because the roster isn't yet made up but I just thought I'd say that anyway (huge cheesy grin) =D)

Many thanks to SuzyPlant for her endless inspiration. You rock girlie!

This here is a magnetic box thingymajig thingy... covered in BG Infuse and filled with tags of wisdom straight from the mouth of mother dearest. A quickun... made for display...

Here is a snippet of the double I've done of 'Product Pick' for the classes of November.

I thought I'd share with you all a 'fat' story. I shared it with one of the ladies at work today which is why I thought you all might like to hear of one of my many, many ventures. I have many, many of these so hang in there, no doubt by the time I'm finished with this blogging business you'll all be well aware of my constant weight problem. I used to have big bad ugly feet too but I had those surgically removed. =D Now they're just big and ugly. Stay with me.

About 8 years ago, just after the twins were born, I'd decided that THIS morning was going to be the first day of the new, fit, soon-to-be yummy mummy. I was going to rid my carcass of those 'just had a baby bulges, I was going to tone up and I was going to exercise! Yes! It was June 1999 and I was going to walk the babies daily. Up hill and down dale the double pram and I would go and this was the morning I was going to start. Remember that June is winter downunder so the weather was just perfect for all the walking my beautiful babies and I would do. We were going to walk Jayden down to kindy. I say 'down' because where we were living at the time was rather hilly and we lived on top of the hill. (Can you see where I'm going with this?)

So, with that, I packed up my lovelies and thumbed my nose at the prospect of it all and took off out the door at a brisk pace. Ahhhh! The twins lay in their pram sleeping and Jayden was skipping a couple of paces ahead of me all was great in the world, they had food in Ethiopia and I could feel my butt getting smaller with each step. We reached kindy with a slight film of perpiration on my top lip. That was ok because I was an exercise junkie and the carers would get used to seeing my toned hiney in the days to come. Oh, boy! was I going to look like a hot yummy mummy... So, with Jayden safely inside the confines of his kindy, off back home we went.

I was feeling the effects of my exertions and it was a good feeling. I knew I was doing something constructive for me whilst enjoying the weather and entertaining my babies at the same time. It was a good feeling. I was going to be hot! A hot, yummy mummy (not the sweaty variety but a 'yeah oh baby! yummy mummy').

When we arrived at the bottom of the hill I had a choice to go the steep vertical route where the incline would kill me within the first 20 metres. I wasn't deluded by any means. This was my first day after all and I was not a fit person. I had just carried a double load for nine months so I chose the longer, less steep route with the steady incline. I was no fool...

By this stage, I was weary. That twin pram was pretty heavy and my pulse rate was up and I was openly perspiring. Oh baby! This was going to be good. Think butt Lynette! Think butt! My thighs were starting to hurt and my calves were burning so after 10 metres (ha!) I slowed the pace. I still had at least 200 metres to go. Yeah! I'd pace myself. Oh boy! I was puffing so hard by now and sweating all over the shop (uh huh) that I looked like a victim of incontinence. I could see a power box up ahead. I just needed to get to that. I pushed the pram ahead of me and even though I felt dizzy and out of breath I just couldn't stop in the middle of the street and sit down! God forbid! Everyone would think I was fat and unfit! I didn't even want the passers by to see me puffing so I began breathing through my nose (a bit like a bull about to charge) my nose was starting to run or was it the sweat on my top lip was starting to pool or what... I didn't care! I just had to get to that power box so I could sit my sopping mass down so I could breathe!

Finally, I reached it. My chest was heaving, I had a huge dark sweaty patch beginning to spread over my tracksuit pants, my face was bright red and I was gasping for breath. My thighs were burning, my calves were knotted up, I was surely frothing at the mouth and my butt was getting bigger and I could barely see! I sat myself down and put the brakes on the pram, closed one eye and tried to focus on the street sign at the top of the hill. That was home. That was sanctuary. That was where I could be safely hidden in all my fatness. My eyes were shooting stars, 150 metres… 160 tops… How was I going to make it all the way up??? I could call Brad… He could pick us up… No. He would think I was unfit. OMG! I was going to vomit! People were starting to turn their heads as they drove by… Keep it in your belly Lynette! For crying out loud! You’re making a spectacle of yourself woman!

After about 10 minutes, I was breathing but this time with an audible wheeze emanating from somewhere deep in my chest region and that dang corner was still 150-160m tops! OK. You can do it!!! (The movie 'Waterboy' comes to mind) I vowed to do it all in one hit. After all, the only thing to sit on between here and there was the gutter and if I ever got into that, I'd never get out and the passing cars would surely come to a stop to help the poor fat, unfit lady who's crying and looks like shes wet her pants!

I started on my way pushing the twin pram at elbow length. I totally looked like I’d wet myself. My face was beet red, I was breathing out the sides of my mouth and that was only because I was snarling, my hair was a sweated mass stuck to my forehead and I no longer cared who saw me or my wet patch or the fact that I was turning purple or that my eyes had glazed over and that I'd lost focus 100m back. My body was in survival mode, my arms were fully extended and I realised that if I ignored the whoops and tooting horns I could turn my head to one side and use one eye to guide me I might just make it!

Finally, I reached my street sign. That wonderful, wonderful street sign. The symbol of home straight. I was about 10m from losing consciousness and all I wanted to do was climb in with the babies and coast the rest of the way home. But that would look silly! So, I mustered up the last remaining ounce of dignity and slumped over the back of the pram and rode it home.

Still recovering… pants have dried.

Comments

[cricket]

LOVE the projects, they look sooo fabulous!! LOL on the exercise story...I'm with ya, I get my butt up on my eliptical every morning thinking that one day...one fine day I will look like I did pre-Mandi!! Yeah, right!! I was 29 then...not forty-something LOL!! and each morning I look just like you sounded in your story...sweaty, drippy, nose flaring..breathing mess!! I'm starting to think that maybe my baby bulges aren't so bad after all

smiles,

[Janette]

Fabulous, gorgeous, and oh such yummy work my friend. Love, the colours and your amazing talents shine!!! WOW oh WOW simply marvelous!!!

Now I've said this before and I shall say it again....... YOU MUST write some books. Girl you have a talent not only with scrapbooking but ALSO with words!!! Such a funny story. You crack me up. BUT you know what they say; "No pain, no gain." =D But I hear ya sister, I hate the pain too. :)

Thanks for the phenomenal update. You rock!

[donnapiranha]

Love the scrapbook projects. I'll sign up for the class!!!! I wish.

Poor Lynette and the exercising nightmare! What's a kindy?

[Melinda]

Janette is right, you would make an excellent author! What a way with words! Very funny story.
Donna, I am thinking maybe kindy is short for Kindergarten. Could be way off on that one though!
Very nice projects- I would take the classes. If only we lived closer.

[kendra]

You are so very funny. And you use the word pram. That sounds so much nicer than the word STROLLER that we use here in America.

I'm so happy to see your beautiful, beautiful projects at the top of your blog instead of your feet. : )

[Kristi Smith]

Love the frame, hmmm . . . those colors look familiar=). GORGEOUS!

I think Melinda is right, kindy sounds like kindergarten.

Pram . . . I like stroller. lol

Glad your pants have dried or I would really be worried about you.

[Lynette]

Yes, Suzy Plant gave me her blessing bless her little cotton socks!

Kindy is in fact kindergarten.

Stroller or pram we use both terms. I think pram came from my upbringing.

You know, after this nightmare exercise kick, I would take off at 5am and walk about 5 km. In the end I was JOGGING up the 'fatal incline' and then a couple of hours later pumping weights at the gym. That was my peak. Now I'm back to square one and I now have sore feet to contend with.

[haggith]

okay...so now my pants have to dry! you're cracking me up here!!!

love all your projects! I guess your mojo is in full swing again.

Every morning I wake up, thinking this is the day that I need to start exercising and finally getting rid of all those extra baby kilo's!!! but alas, it's not really working, besides I love to snack alot! argghhhhhhhh!

[Cathy L. from Chicago]

Love that frame! Beautiful!

[Julie Heard]

OMGosh - that was too funny, you have such a knack with words!! Motivating and yet ...so not! all at the same time LOL.
Love that frame - just gorgeous.

[Vixen]

I think i've wet me knickers...

[Kristi Smith]

I just read your comments on my blog, I forgot to tell you Cole wanted to look at Peyton's photos the other day. I told him there were cute photos of her in a B/W dress, he asked to look at them in FRONT of Matt's mom (believe me that is serious, he gets embarrassed easily)!!! Seriously, she is the only girl he has eyes for. Although maybe he is just trying to get us to take a trip to Australia . . . he does mention that frequently. lol

[annette]

funny story. and boy can I ever ralate. I love the projects you are so dang talented.

[cousin Carolyn]

Loved the story, Lyn.....rofl.
I can so see it happening, and so relate!
The others are right, you should be writing books! :)
Glad to see your life is good, you are soooo talented.
/hugs