Do you remember "Love is"... bits? They were sweet, weren't they?

Well, I love taking pictures. Everyone in my family mocks me because I always carry two cameras in my bag. Yeah, go figure :P But then, everyone loves looking at them and asking me for copies. I dunno how many picture dvds I've burnt so far. They are usually played as a slideshow on tv when family meets up. There's always someone to laugh at or some good memory to bring on :D

I have every single wedding, anniversary, birthday, birth, trip, Christmas... it takes me hours to arrange them into proper albums, but I don't care because then I love the result. I specially love watching how my nephews & niece have grown up. God, I realize that time flies when I look at their pictures.

At the end of the year, I make this family calendars with all the birthdays, anniversaries and important stuff for us. I fill them with loads of pictures. And I'm glad because people love them. If you want to surprise someone, just go into Publisher, and make a nice calendar with pictures of your own. Then you can have it bound at a stationer's or do it yourselves if you are skilful enough. I do it myself and got the skills with the years :wink:

Here are a couple of examples. This are September 2006 and September 2007 sheets of the calendar. My grandson Markel's birthday is the only celebration we have in September (that's why I didn't chose other months which are more messy, too many things to explain) For 2006 I chose a big picture, for 2007 I made a little collage to show how he has grown up. See? You can do nice things.

How about Calvin and Hobbes?It is my favourite comic strip ever.

I'll try and post one strip each day.Calvin is a funny 6-year-old boy, who always makes me bothlaugh and think. He is really attached to a stuffed tiger, called Hobbes. And well, he has a really vivid imagination, as all the kids have.

When I was a little kid, I had a stuffed sheep. My dad broughther to me from one of his overseas trips, and it meant the world to me, because she was a close bond to my dad over those long absences.The funny thing is that I never named her anything. And if I did, I certainly don't remember.

I carriedhereverywhere with me, even to the school. But the nuns told my parents that I wasn't allowed to bring her everyday, because otherwise all the other little girls would do the same. I find it reasonable, but my dad got angry and told them that if I couldn't bring the sheep, he would remove me from that school. GO DAD! :D And since it was a private and expensive school, both my sheep andI remained there. My dad had to braid a leash for her,and I just shoved her all around legs upwards :lol:and at the end of the day she was completely dark out of dirt. So there was no way that my parents would allow me to sleep with her.

Me with my sheep and a Nancy doll.

The solution was getting me a Maya the Bee to sleep with. I don't know if you guys had this cartoons (you do remember her, don't you Jordina?) but she was a bee who lived happily in a colourful world of flowers and sun. But I preferred my sheep. Way too much :)

This is Maya the Bee.