tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74255639884053319112024-03-13T14:49:12.481-07:00Sucking HeliumJennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-76429676470084314912011-11-01T12:04:00.000-07:002011-11-01T12:04:06.712-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/am6rArVPip8?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-63339162092114869742011-03-06T12:13:00.000-08:002011-03-06T12:14:38.314-08:00<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mwX7uEiEWx4" frameborder="0"></iframe>Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-88620776577131675482009-02-15T12:55:00.000-08:002009-02-15T12:58:13.750-08:00I'm Here to stay. Visual doesn't match what the song means to me but the music is there.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zbL6_vT-KoA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zbL6_vT-KoA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />"Here To Stay"<br /><br />This time, taking it away<br />I've got a problem, with me getting in the way,<br />Not by design<br />So I take my face and bash it into a mirror.<br />I won't have to see the pain (bleed, bleed)<br /><br />This state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating.<br />Anticipating, all the fucked up feelings again.<br /><br />The hurt inside is fading<br />This shit's gone way too far.<br />All this time I've been waiting<br />No I can not grieve anymore.<br />For once inside awaking.<br />I'm done, I'm not a whore.<br />You've taken everything and, oh, I cannot give anymore.<br /><br />My mind is done with this,<br />Okay, I've got a question.<br />"Can I throw it all away?"<br />Take back what's mine<br />So I take my time, guiding the blade down the line<br />Each cut closer to the vein (vein, vein)<br /><br />This state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating.<br />Anticipating, all the fucked up feelings again.<br /><br />The hurt inside is fading<br />This shit's gone way too far.<br />All this time I've been waiting<br />No I can not grieve anymore.<br />For once inside awaking.<br />I'm done, I'm not a whore.<br />You've taken everything and, oh, I cannot give anymore.<br /><br />I'm here to stay (bring it down) [x4]<br />Bring it down [x4]<br />Gonna break it down [x7]<br />GONNA BREAK IT!<br /><br />This state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating.<br />Anticipating, all the fucked up feelings again.<br /><br />The hurt inside is fading<br />This shit's gone way too far.<br />All this time I've been waiting<br />No I can not grieve anymore.<br />For once inside awaking.<br />I'm done, I'm not a whore.<br />You've taken everything and, oh, I cannot give anymore.<br /><br />Give anymore [X4]Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-45654494663325028202009-02-15T11:59:00.000-08:002009-02-15T12:00:20.484-08:00Entwined into my soul<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V2N8T_NawSU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V2N8T_NawSU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Some songs feel like the were written for you, this one is about me.Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-71806830384395187182009-02-14T10:42:00.000-08:002009-02-14T10:47:41.440-08:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/reGlno9aUpw&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/reGlno9aUpw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br />Beautiful and energizingJennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-64322944213471850282009-02-14T00:53:00.000-08:002009-02-14T00:59:24.789-08:00Our service goes beyond!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDr2wLk_rsN24q8cpzN_qfrMwUIP810fKnzh9Zi0ePHhiPjAiHKqVU4r5BS4A2F_cBWTrkCYA5NrJdXMw1NLh8rd0KDWhpngu6z7db3-vwcmtaNwKH3fnSMLKUeF95vVoIIJlBKJAOFEPJ/s1600-h/download+feb+13+2009+247.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302574052339917986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDr2wLk_rsN24q8cpzN_qfrMwUIP810fKnzh9Zi0ePHhiPjAiHKqVU4r5BS4A2F_cBWTrkCYA5NrJdXMw1NLh8rd0KDWhpngu6z7db3-vwcmtaNwKH3fnSMLKUeF95vVoIIJlBKJAOFEPJ/s400/download+feb+13+2009+247.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We run a full service shop with a smile and a jump. We charge you up in more ways than one! When this customers battery died after leaving her computer in our care she came in looking for a phone so she could call for help but we took matters in our own hands and helped her on her way. You can't get service like that at Dell! ;)</div>Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-64785893574365643532009-02-14T00:04:00.000-08:002009-02-14T00:06:38.508-08:00Her Morning Elegance Oren Lavie<param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="344"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>"></a><br />Wake up fresh and alive with this...Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-61281842121224136592008-12-31T14:01:00.000-08:002008-12-31T14:17:39.938-08:00The end of a year and I'm excited!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgewOsuuWyJIiuA-8Z0GlXvL2iI46olN59hOGKhpL6z9QKoYouDhXlkMYcGjWLLoYeRWLJpI6j7dfVDeeQRWkRoK7X26CXdyqUit9W1jch0CKMPQxq-d8OHp2BP0gzNMG-upx42dzR3IEpK/s1600-h/sunshine+bead+pics+117.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286081386038279794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgewOsuuWyJIiuA-8Z0GlXvL2iI46olN59hOGKhpL6z9QKoYouDhXlkMYcGjWLLoYeRWLJpI6j7dfVDeeQRWkRoK7X26CXdyqUit9W1jch0CKMPQxq-d8OHp2BP0gzNMG-upx42dzR3IEpK/s400/sunshine+bead+pics+117.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Tomorrow a new year begins, filled with new opportunities and possibilities. I embrace tomorrow. I plan to grab hold and make it my own. I will dream with new confidence that what I hope to accomplish will be mine to take and any obstacles will be merely bumps, not mountains. I sold my first painting this year, I sold glass beads and jewelry. I attended Artfest, embracing the experience alone and comfortably. I've grown this year in many ways and I'm ready for what's to come. There will be challenges to get what I want accomplished, I can see some already but I have a new outlook. There will be no more waiting for the time to be right. The time for me is now. There is no perfect time I realize now, took almost 40 years to realize that but better late than too late! ;) </div><div> </div><div>I don't have any new pictures on my laptop to share, they are still in the camera so I will share one of my favorite beads I've made. This new year I will post often so please come by and leave a message and share this journey with me.</div>Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-20461872066598165092008-11-09T17:10:00.000-08:002008-11-09T18:03:30.846-08:00Winding up to Jump off the fear factory.It's been a hard 2 months creative wise for me. For the first time since the beginning of motherhood all my children are in school and up until 2 weeks ago no one really needed me during the day. The idea was that I would pursue my Art career full time once the kids were in full days of school but the adjustment for myself took longer than I expected. Now though, I'm ready! I'm so pumped and excited and full of energy towards it, I can't wait to get started but I still have that annoying little string holding me back.<br /><br /><br /><br />What I want to know is who'd holding the string, what's it attached to and why is it tied to me?<br /><br /><br /><br />Of course I know the answers.<br /><br /><br /><br />It's me. All me.<br /><br /><br /><br />Why do we tie these strings around us. Why do we tie the strings of doubt, fear and allowance to create to ourselves. I know it's all me. I know cause my husband is impatient for me to start creating, my kids love me creating and my friends encourage me to create. The doubt and the fear and the allowing ourselves are such strong factors in the risk of creation though. And I think to fully live the creative life you have to tackle those demons and only the creative soul actually knows how enormous those demons can become.Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-91560105607152382762008-10-23T00:55:00.000-07:002008-10-23T01:33:49.098-07:00Repeating the same MistakesWe humans and creatures of repetion, even if it's something that doesn't work. Drowning in my own mistakes and resulting emotion, here I go.<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3c32wBYdU0&feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3c32wBYdU0&feature=related</a><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3c32wBYdU0&feature=related"></a>Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-20833087058604440652008-06-28T11:37:00.000-07:002008-06-28T11:45:44.182-07:00My Etsy shop is openYes, I finally did placed a bead in my etsy shop! If you head to http://suckinghelium.etsy.com you'll see this beauty. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMH7lduU_cPtnQWA9qpvdeFhbYbvXgCCdvgJdFdESbkiuAXM0e_K9ntNfksHnNP35Hh0TqDJy77Wb6FsgYNr9V9UYuN32iPCgkQ8DE_xl7LNcnA9SK8RjesBnoPisk8h2TgHcC1op4QpP8/s1600-h/blueheartfront.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMH7lduU_cPtnQWA9qpvdeFhbYbvXgCCdvgJdFdESbkiuAXM0e_K9ntNfksHnNP35Hh0TqDJy77Wb6FsgYNr9V9UYuN32iPCgkQ8DE_xl7LNcnA9SK8RjesBnoPisk8h2TgHcC1op4QpP8/s400/blueheartfront.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217004305508452018" /></a><br />I have other items to add but I need to take more pictures first. Hopefully tomorrow I can accomplish that. Today is a day for chores and hopefully at the end I will have the energy to reward myself with some torch time. With the sun shining, chores aren't the drag they usually are, they almost are a pleasure! shhh, don't tell anyone ;)Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-18146894545335000372008-06-22T11:23:00.000-07:002008-06-22T12:45:17.176-07:00If a blog rises in the forest and nobody posts, is it still a blog?This past year has been a long one. A year full of emotion and challenge where my spirit was torn down to it's essence, stripped to my inner most quivering root nerve. Exposed and raw, I began a renewal of self - building myself into who I am and who I want to be all over again. Mindful growth magnetic and purposeful, auspiciously inspiring those around me to start from the here and now, to grow with purpose and continue on to be who we are supposed to be. <br /><br />Life is noisy and lonely and crowded and quiet, full of paradox's and pain, plundering and prosperity, commas and periods. Infinite but minute, fresh dawns of first breaths - enormous and exalting, shared with the blackest nights stealing your dreams... your soul... your determination. I would curse the blackest of nights but if it weren't for them, we wouldn't know how prodigious the blissful dewey fragrant mornings of our personal resurrections are. Pain leads to growth just as pleasure eventually leads to pain, all things in time during the cycle of life. We cannot have one without the other. <br /><br />This dark grey to black past year is just that in my heart... past. I have surfaced from it's depth, embracing the light and air and possibilty. Reassured to myself in who I am and how I want to live my life within myself, I move on. Ever reminding myself that I can lead only my own path, I must only hope that others will move with me along this course and their path leads to the same place. Mindful that I must be true to myself and others must decide their own path... and may or may not choose to share their path with me.<br /><br />This new enlightenment has released me. Released me to realise that I must be the best me and all else will follow but what follows is a matter of happenstance and timing, and just because we want our lives to be a certain way, we really can only control what's in our own spirit. I have no control of the wind around me just the breath that goes through me. <br /><br />With this vexatious time behind me, I have succeeded. A renewal of my life's purpose, a rebirth of focus, a resurrection of self empowerment and a rebirth of my hopes and dreams. My work is moving again, no longer stagnant with my soul but pouring out through my hands only being restrained by time and lifes commitments and needs. Like leaves sprouting forth from fingerling branches reaching out from a tree, my ideas can no longer be contained in clenched fists of the past. It must manifest to what it will and I will not hold it back. I will share here more regulary now. I felt I could not post for quite sometime when all I felt was muck mirred, like clay riddened boots. I felt it not fair to anyone else, to be dragged into the dark place which was my abode. As a blog can only give a glimpse, this glimpse didn't need to be shared. <br /><br />With that I close, like a lid on a bottle of used motor oil, I draw a line in the sand and move on, eager to share my future and ever hopeful of possibilty.<br /><br />Sincerely JenniferJennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-19722288735267510332008-04-25T19:35:00.000-07:002008-04-25T19:36:09.489-07:00<table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center><br /><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'><br /><strong>You Are 91% Creative</strong><br /></font></td></tr><br /><tr><td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><br /><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howcreativeareyouquiz/creative-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"></center><br /><font color="#000000"><br />You are an incredibly creative person. For you, there are no bounds or limits to your creativity.<br /><br />Your next creation could be something very great... Or at least very cool!<br /></font></td></tr></table><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howcreativeareyouquiz/">How Creative Are You?</a></div>Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-79328300362387622412007-08-30T12:10:00.000-07:002007-08-30T12:21:57.786-07:00New book came<a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/51dUSSIYIFL._SS500_.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/51dUSSIYIFL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div>I ordered <a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Photographing-Arts-Crafts-Collectibles-Documentation/dp/157990906X/ref=sr_1_1/702-8081051-8155212?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1188501216&sr=8-1">"Photographing Arts, Crafts & Collectibles"</a> in hopes to actually be able to take a decent likeness of my glass beads. I haven't been sharing them here because my pictures just don't represent what the beads actually look like in person. I just can't have that! So far I have just leafed through the book but it looks good and it looks as though it will help me. Now that my helium provider is back home with the camera, I will attempt to share some of my work. Wish me luck, my patience level will probably need it!</div></div>Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-30958866903296470742007-08-25T22:49:00.000-07:002007-08-25T23:32:58.559-07:00Do things in Love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgsUxgOLhPmt2Mvn7XqKRhZq1hXamRup4DbbIodyQD8fDF7mAFxHDyBZwb-FF_zE6U9giKCXfFy3GfLxg4v98gPX3wdJrgCfxmWBgT_b5fcpQqCt7_T27xh-GqkgIgDmxbMOfN1vcSO_oB/s1600-h/Bright+Angel+and+Transfer+Beach+295.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102884415584586178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgsUxgOLhPmt2Mvn7XqKRhZq1hXamRup4DbbIodyQD8fDF7mAFxHDyBZwb-FF_zE6U9giKCXfFy3GfLxg4v98gPX3wdJrgCfxmWBgT_b5fcpQqCt7_T27xh-GqkgIgDmxbMOfN1vcSO_oB/s400/Bright+Angel+and+Transfer+Beach+295.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>...for love shall find you then. </div><br /><p>This little 8 year old boy, so sweet, so full of abundant love. I relish the joy of being his mother. </p><p>Today, burdened by a very sore throat, painfully sensitive ears and a miserable cold I went out and mowed the lawn. I drudged through each painful dizzying step while my boys played so well together inside. During breaks to empty the clippings or to steady myself, I could hear them talking inside about dinner. This boy telling his younger brother that they shouldn't get a snack now because it was almost dinner and instead of arguing the answer was a surprising 'okay'. </p><p>I finished the lawn and dragged myself inside, not knowing what to do about dinner. What was my healthiest option with the least amount of effort I could think of. Finally I sucombed to my throats needs and made Lipton's Chicken noodle soup. I put the water on and went to change from my grass dusted clothing when this dear boy came in and asked if he could make dinner for me since he knew I didn't feel well. As luck would have it, I have taught him how to make this soup before due to the fact that it is his favourite and wanted to know how. He was pleased when I said yes, and was happy to see the look of relief and delight on my face from his offer. I thought his offer came with him knowing what we were having. He didn't. So thoughtful, he was willing to try and make anything I requested. He was specially pleased to find that he didn't need instruction to be able to help and took the reigns. He did a fine job of cooking, even setting our places and laddling it out for the 3 of us like an experienced pro. Even placing a plate over my bowl so it wouldn't get chilled before I got to eat it. He's such a loving soul, so kind and giving. I truely am lucky to be his mother.</p><p>He sees things with a gentle heart. Yesterday he wanted eggs for breakfast so I fried him two eggs mindlessly, placed them on a plate and gave them to him. I cracked two more for myself and stood there still mindlessly, and cooked them. He came back over and in my mindless, tired, cold suffering state I looked at him I'm sure with a blank look on my face as to why he was bringing them back to me. His face, full of beaming joy, glowed in his discovery. What he found when he looked down at his plate after he sat at the table was an utterly perfect heart. Each egg placed so perfectly you'd swear it was deliberate. A random, beautiful perfect heart in such a surprising place and it didn't go unnoticed. We both stood there, hearts floating, savouring the connection the mindless common duty gave fruition to...Love. </p>Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-25510730064993212102007-08-24T11:35:00.000-07:002007-08-24T12:03:00.761-07:00Darnit!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmUfUEpBAjKfvDrQfRbq94e45IjDZAz6tsT4kNoi7kx4uRF7V0ogsyT8UOo-_nMWHWohcnty8rPgoUkkJRT_qN8KI5CH88hiYELjWU3fayg_NAc4kM5U5qcblAGQ2pAWjIpHyhCeCj95Yb/s1600-h/fog+french+beach.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102343670612085170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmUfUEpBAjKfvDrQfRbq94e45IjDZAz6tsT4kNoi7kx4uRF7V0ogsyT8UOo-_nMWHWohcnty8rPgoUkkJRT_qN8KI5CH88hiYELjWU3fayg_NAc4kM5U5qcblAGQ2pAWjIpHyhCeCj95Yb/s400/fog+french+beach.jpg" border="0" /></a>My head is in such a fog this morning and it's totally my fault. Can you believe I caught a cold from my husband while he's away! How you wonder? Well, a few nights ago when I was brushing my teeth I used his glass to rinse with. He had mentioned he felt like he was experiencing a mild cold before he left but I had forgotten about that. The next day cold symptoms started to appear so I took Cold FX to stave it off. It did so I didn't take anymore, which was my bad. Darnit, now it's back and it's got a nice hold in my ears, the back of my sinus' and throat and I have the body ache with headache. I don't have time for this, I have so many things to accomplish before my sweetie gets home. I have a bedroom to paint, the family room to paint, a garage to clean, move the youngest into the bedroom that's freshly painted and then clean the house. Now this cold. Yuck. It's not working to my favour. It's working against my energy level. Why did I have to go and use his glass? Shoot!Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-86695537254878432272007-08-23T19:59:00.000-07:002007-08-23T20:36:55.718-07:00Missing him<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6QHL1y21tk2XsrqFf1LsJfhUCky1YMNjP25CoK4uktuQQdYtFMxC7SYUid3DTO1n3Vgl-K1ZXwqdiXsAZsdV3cWCbo97Pg1oDdH4OQl4aYg3RzmBXDfflJ4stl0oIVOgNnuqGqR-gFAVW/s1600-h/Bright+Angel+and+Transfer+Beach+176.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102104870430427554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6QHL1y21tk2XsrqFf1LsJfhUCky1YMNjP25CoK4uktuQQdYtFMxC7SYUid3DTO1n3Vgl-K1ZXwqdiXsAZsdV3cWCbo97Pg1oDdH4OQl4aYg3RzmBXDfflJ4stl0oIVOgNnuqGqR-gFAVW/s400/Bright+Angel+and+Transfer+Beach+176.jpg" border="0" /></a>Oh How I miss my husband today. We've never been apart this long. My heart longs for him and aches for his closeness, voice and scent. His warm, engulfing embrace and soft kisses. 6 more days I have to wait, he's only 1/2 way through his trip today. No phone call from him tonight, I was hoping and waiting to hear his voice to sustain me through another day without him. Just to hear him say he loves me... I miss him deeply.Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-61694843232972735002007-08-15T19:44:00.000-07:002007-08-15T20:46:30.501-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmPwoa5h-TywsYxHcO5AmW29NT1asPPJmFiTahM0UvMEXWm0xOCKf2Z65-NyYfuoupt5jCjVUpF8iKizG2nx8-eFF_Bk2CWu5CJwVzUyMS9EyZEP_a-R5RlDl6BwBohqJczz7xKfGoFzh5/s1600-h/Bright+Angel+and+Transfer+Beach+224.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099125327063140354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmPwoa5h-TywsYxHcO5AmW29NT1asPPJmFiTahM0UvMEXWm0xOCKf2Z65-NyYfuoupt5jCjVUpF8iKizG2nx8-eFF_Bk2CWu5CJwVzUyMS9EyZEP_a-R5RlDl6BwBohqJczz7xKfGoFzh5/s400/Bright+Angel+and+Transfer+Beach+224.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>They don't come much more beautiful than this, even with Mayonaise! If I were an ice cube I'd be melting! </div>Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-61691607411870369132007-08-15T16:08:00.000-07:002007-08-15T16:33:28.439-07:00Individual<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"><tbody><tr><td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" ><b>You Are 4: The Individualist</b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#fffafa"><center><img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatnumberareyouquiz/4.jpg" width="100" /></center><span style="color:#000000;"><br />You are sensitive and intuitive, with others and yourself.<br />You are creative and dreamy... plus dramatic and unpredictable.<br /><br />You're emotionally honest, real, and easily hurt.<br />Totally expressive, others always know exactly how you feel.<br /><br />At Your Best: You are inspired, artistic, and introspective. You know what you're thinking, and you can communicate it well.<br /><br />At Your Worst: You are melancholy, alienated, and withdrawn.<br /><br />Your Fixation: Envy<br /><br />Your Primary Fear: To have no identity<br /><br />Your Primary Desire: To find yourself<br /><br />Other Number 4's: Alanis Morisette, Johnny Depp, J.D. Salinger, Jim Morrison, and Anne Rice.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatnumberareyouquiz/">What Number Are You?</a></div><br />Wow does this quiz have me pegged, other than the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Envy">Envy</a> thing. I mean my hubby is going away on vacation in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacksonville,_Florida">Florida</a> for 12days and I'm not envious at all. If that's not going to bring on envy then I don't think that is an accurate statement about me. But the rest, the rest is sooo true! And how cool to be in the company of those particular famous people! As <a href="http://www.genesimmons.com/">Gene Simmons </a>would say, it's good to be me! <a href="http://www.somethingsublime.typepad.com/">Deryn Mentock </a>posted this on her blog, that's how I came across this quiz. Give it a try and see if it's accurate about you!Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-43031520521911211282007-08-14T11:40:00.000-07:002007-08-14T11:45:33.394-07:00My hands are busy today, are yours?<a href="http://www.thedailyweird.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098628622301680578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9jOvKfpfKh6ikZKafMWkDzxGMiyns4w9etKcNb8yF5ngGsnnYLdYEL7myrbzON1jWAlJgz0MR2kbvm7-qDVVu7MlzG5NXZx3uC8Y0Cx3azpJNwscrl72Xn82VyMyeo5bHo8jtA0F02eUt/s400/face-made-of-hands.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQLqFCPhGgwa4E0rUbEjuD2UwISHYCOlQuK1z_AQX2TQVUtb7o4KT24uR-HAh15g097e0GULZOMItngDqZ9K_icYhY9Edq5RPEXrdF_TeFmEAZfLZtKrbXbS2PwfoHeA1HocVK2kf-TPC-/s1600-h/face-made-of-hands.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-82516583649868478742007-08-13T22:40:00.000-07:002007-08-13T23:11:17.211-07:00Journal Entry<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg30UDhDlVWooGWMT_4EeinrnOPsaBcoA4d211nOLTdfwdt8V00f8WcF77Nfr3h_IBe7fEtTRoStg2g-2N7BWOb6U-H_vtKkd2FOtlqHvcMWbOLNrOB8XdHt6FjX0DSTM07sCkW0JUns1H-/s1600-h/tofino+journal.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098428193357845410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg30UDhDlVWooGWMT_4EeinrnOPsaBcoA4d211nOLTdfwdt8V00f8WcF77Nfr3h_IBe7fEtTRoStg2g-2N7BWOb6U-H_vtKkd2FOtlqHvcMWbOLNrOB8XdHt6FjX0DSTM07sCkW0JUns1H-/s400/tofino+journal.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here's a quick little journal entry I made on the boys and my trip to Tofino. Not a work of art by any means, but oh do my boys love that I drew and wrote in my journal about our adventure. I don't know what happened to the mohawk haired large nosed boy! I certainly didn't mean for him to look like that but the more I tried to fix it the worse it got so I just decided to leave it. This one entry has encouraged my boys to journal, actually I should say it's excited them to journal. They actually nag me now to journal with them so that in itself makes this sad little journal entry a work of art in my eyes. It's provided the inspiration to two young boys to write about their day, their feelings and their thoughts about things and to include drawings as well. It's one thing to tell them, it's another thing to show them but the best thing is to inspire them.<br /><div></div>Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-18405225028168807412007-08-12T12:30:00.000-07:002007-08-12T12:59:39.014-07:00Customer designed Pendant<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZWSdUZ_O9DJWLJazl3qtFYyLHr8cmjuPac25cO3-lq6L4h_F6ukEaXYLo0IDLdOFwelsx8XFHRjfPND7hic2CC_UX9ec2WoformjBcpfDUaJeXVaesfMYuYNxkHFsaMIaOOj8Fh5mHZyQ/s1600-h/Brenda's+pendant.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097901767806309266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZWSdUZ_O9DJWLJazl3qtFYyLHr8cmjuPac25cO3-lq6L4h_F6ukEaXYLo0IDLdOFwelsx8XFHRjfPND7hic2CC_UX9ec2WoformjBcpfDUaJeXVaesfMYuYNxkHFsaMIaOOj8Fh5mHZyQ/s400/Brenda's+pendant.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Recently a friend from where we used to live came and stayed with her son. I showed her my lampwork and she fell in love with this particular focal bead. The picture doesn't show it in great detail, it was just a snapshot as she was trying to duck away from the camera but I wanted to get some sort of pic, no matter how poor. After she picked the bead, I pulled out all my beading stuff and what was going to be a plain simple bead pendant turned into this, with all sorts of Swarovski crystals. She likes things plain but subcombed to the crystals dazzle. She was very specific about how she wanted it all to look so I did exactly what she wanted, even taking it apart and rehanging it a few times and she loved it in the end. I personally would have liked to do a few things different but it was totally her thing, and I wanted her to want to wear it so I let her go. The bead itself was based on the ocean's gorgeous tropical green colour at Weir's Beach in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metchosin,_British_Columbia">Metchosin</a>, where we spent a gorgeous afternoon together a week before she visited me so I was happy she chose that one. She had no idea of the inspiration for the bead before she chose it either. I'll share some more lampwork soon, I'm making some special beads for a special blogger that I'm looking forward to sharing too, but not till she gets them first so it doesn't ruin her surprise. Right now though, I'm going to run and get ready to go shopping. I bought hubby a camera bag for his trip to Florida this week, and it's not quite right so we are off to exchange it and have a fun day in <a href="http://www.tourismvictoria.com/">Victoria</a> while we are at it. Have a great Sunday everyone!Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-20193920651148034242007-08-10T09:36:00.000-07:002007-08-10T10:25:57.596-07:00Beautiful Strangers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJPQGVyTFTxrCHLkCBQ05NHCfwjSgRkSsqCLO0hDsf0uRJIbPhjQXMmT5Q0cl_T1bSiaYIfSq3KZM8FdZTkk2YECY7JvUwgqUeZqrBmKSvDCKUKIMUDpp9oCV7v6MU5OJfKxmBNZr9EG3Y/s1600-h/DSC_3843.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097122089508164466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJPQGVyTFTxrCHLkCBQ05NHCfwjSgRkSsqCLO0hDsf0uRJIbPhjQXMmT5Q0cl_T1bSiaYIfSq3KZM8FdZTkk2YECY7JvUwgqUeZqrBmKSvDCKUKIMUDpp9oCV7v6MU5OJfKxmBNZr9EG3Y/s400/DSC_3843.JPG" border="0" /></a>What a beautiful glimpse, a moment in their life that I got to capture and hold for myself. Looking at them then as I took the picture and now as I see it again, I feel lucky. I imagine who they are, why they chose this place and where they came from. I get to take their experience of surfing here at Long Beach, here at the edge of the New World where waves claim lives and nature is in it's most raw form and imagine their story as if I know who they are. I love doing this. I love to be the writer of who these characters might be. It's profoundly interesting to me.<br /><br /><div><div></div><div>Most people who see these stranger snapshots think it's weird that I do take these pictures but I think it's beautiful and I never throw them out. I've done it since I got my first camera as a kid, which drove my parents nuts to be exposing film of people they didn't know. They thought it was very wasteful and in guilt, I stopped doing it until I got a better camera and a job and started paying for my own film and developing. Film isn't the gold I was lead to believe that you have to pay, it's a tool to be played with. Now with digital, no one can criticize the cost cause it only costs if I develop them. But they still think me odd for it.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>I'm not sure why but I have always taken pictures of strangers while living their lives and writing their own stories. One of the first I can remember taking was of a group of strangers,strangers even to themselves, sitting all over a grassy bank, with a rocky hill behind them waiting for a bus to come along. The weather was beautiful and even though these people were on their way to be busy somewhere else, at the moment I found them, they were having quiet solitude and physical relaxation right in the midst a very busy interesection. Quiet solitude when there was no solitude to be found. I still have that picture, I even placed it in a photo album. I wonder where that old album is. <br /></div><div> </div><br /><div>The thing is, they have a story, their story is being written right along side of ours but most of the time we don't see their story because ours is right here, immediate, consuming and distracting. We don't often have time to see the beauty of all that is around us let alone have the chance to see the the beauty around someone else that we will never know. The chance to grab a guess of what it looks like through someone's someone elses unknown experiences of the place they are at this one moment. I find it so beautiful. Like a painting done by one of the Great Masters, something that I will never be able to recreate but I'd like to hold onto for myself.<br /></div><br /><div></div><div>These beautiful people. I know them for one moment, but it's my secret. They won't ever know. </div></div>Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-73786148415986336532007-08-06T22:25:00.000-07:002007-08-06T23:04:39.818-07:00He may be a year older...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd8OgSmMO15APdNvJT2spHBdsYPmUaCmUCJ-TZV3anvAev0Rehp8zRYzgMTaizlPijAQwn-eFUtDeh9ySx_TziDz7EPmPcOJnLhoypMfpHKiTkZtAQFGMfTJkj4gNdP1hFSQpKwQN7_0jM/s1600-h/DSC_3747.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095835136917656386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd8OgSmMO15APdNvJT2spHBdsYPmUaCmUCJ-TZV3anvAev0Rehp8zRYzgMTaizlPijAQwn-eFUtDeh9ySx_TziDz7EPmPcOJnLhoypMfpHKiTkZtAQFGMfTJkj4gNdP1hFSQpKwQN7_0jM/s400/DSC_3747.JPG" border="0" /></a>but he's still my little boy. He turned 8 on July 4th. Eight. How did that happen. Seems like just yesterday he was a tiny baby with digestion troubles. Now he eats like a powerhouse and I know it's just a warm up for his teens. He's my sensitive little thinker, my scientist, my timid lion. We call his birthday his independence day since that's the day he became independent from me. He loves that. For his cake this year he designed his own pokeball for a pokeman he created just for the day. I think he called it a Minun. I'll have to double check with him on that. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095835128327721778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3SORwznRl8MfnrgeEWi8JqA0NebT_VJSFPzYLeAdEkiZrxfd9en6NIKIGhoEoUBcLzYiQjnPJKeJu_ysm-qOzJ58aDhXs-TBt8a_0TuxLv2PNFcutAEFhGFLjYa2AZlrJCl9lczZCougX/s400/DSC_3616.JPG" border="0" />Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425563988405331911.post-84216102604844691932007-08-06T11:59:00.001-07:002007-08-06T12:28:03.326-07:00GeoCacheWhile we were enjoying this stop at Clayoquot Plateau park, we happened upon a GeoCache site quite by accident. I didn't even think to bring the GPS or look up some locations. We were planning on enjoying the beach and water and that was all that was on our minds. As the boys clambered around on the rocks, looking for pebbles to toss into the deep rippling pool laying before us, my oldest son found a lock-n-lock container all camoflauge painted in what looked like a former support for some sort of construction (maybe something to do with logging? dealing with log jams?). He was so excited to find it and knew immediately what it was. Here they are all proud of the find.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095668758474543874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTkThbj1RywkD5Z-aQYFemrazZEVsJ1OUY43OpdJKc3wCY0BfrhZGnIgGw4c2oxc7kGlxEp55QPHGUQm55bRynKE_3wNwJdXJ3_QFpxf2cav4zyP7TQeVBMkJrztB93u7KfmOtklIM73G/s400/DSC_3776.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><div>They scavenged things from the van that they were willing to part with and made their trades and we made our entry in the log book and put it back. I put in some beautiful Canadian stamps which aren't in circulation anymore, and some kids handiwipes. The boys all put in something, what a decision it was for my middle boy (the one in orange shoes) for both giving and taking out of the cache. A decision maker he is not. My oldest took charge to place it back exactly as he found it for the next person. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095670472166494994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFDmwIZ6sbolKzjld9LdxKoyevabgBwiMUc-D10vDXGF0azFy2Zyt8eUQanSSgtnmpereko2anEwjC0_fWmLUOSDCpHyxJOzZdctNZubHXyJdTsJpMlnjPfKKefFVgHh2U34RIg7FsBsFv/s400/DSC_3778.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095670480756429602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMi9megvpj_3moaETv6LAmQns2VlbyEkLqzq7Ncc6TEu8PdQmDTEokpRaqmSAwJ6czqPdZQh8Y4MhRTxCXZOp7mCPt3dlW8M2s4wABB8573bjR_gvS6eR_29n_ZAGlqNhSWNR6lWIM8pWL/s400/DSC_3780.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>I wished in hind sight that I had taken the fire-starter sticks out of it since the 3 days of rain that we were about to camp in made it imposible to light a fire with the water laden paper - from the heavy damp air - and the unseasoned wood. The fire virgin we camped with wasn't willing to hand over the reigns nor did I insist on taking them so we went fire free until a bottle of lighter fluid was purchased on the last night - which by the way, the rainforest skies immediately doused once it got going. </div><div></div><div>There were so many entries from people from all over the world. The boys were all so interested in where the people came from. It was a fun piece of our adventure.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div>Jennifer Cottynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06229026173794161061noreply@blogger.com0