Celebrating crafts, kids and the everyday through photographs.
Just a quick post to say hey to Beachwood.
so glad you could come over even though we got no scrapping really done, oops! Also thank you grandma for this wonderful stash of old hankies. I love old hankies and have a million projects planned!
More later!
Okay first of all Erin, that was exactly what I was thinking when I thought of doorknob! Second of all Sue, I hope you are rocking out tonight with all that crazy Madonna music going on! Third of all:
Yes that is a dictionary. Did you know that I collect dictionaries? Because I do baby, I do. It all started in the eighth grade with Greek and Latin root words. Ms. Mester I blame you! (but in a good way). Okay so here’s the thing. My grandma has been cleaning out this hermits house for a while and he had piles of stuff. Like he even saved his hair, weird much? But he also saved some cool things, like this rockin dictionary (the pride of my collection). So Brent and my mom went to Portland today and they have all this smelly old stuff and then Brent whips out this puppy. 7 inches high, by 9 inches wide and over 12 inches tall of pure literary goodness. And I’m like all squealy (if you know me you know what this is like). Those of you who don’t know me, it’s like a kinda whinny puppy dog breathy sound with words (so I’ve been told – it sounds like normal to me, but then I think I have a low voice, so…). So I’m dancing around the dictionary. Being all happy and then I’m like, “it’s for me right? youknowcauseIcollectdicionariesandhavetohaveit?” and Brent’s like, “what, no, I’m keeping it, I found it.” This flew me into a sort of rage. “NO WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH IT? YOU’LL NEVER USE IT, I’M IN LOVE WITH IT OVER HERE.” Brent and mom were lost in galls of laughter, that was so NOT funny to me. So finally despite my whining no one gives in (hate that) so I storm upstairs to work in my wasp infested area (really only one wasp, but I need this to sound desperate). Brent walks up with the dictionary and puts it on the table in front of me. “Mom and I had a bet to see what you would do when you saw this thing. You exceeded our expectations.” What this is a joke? He starts {doing me} waving his hands around, high pitched voice: “you guys I HAVE to have it. I collect dictionaries.” And him and mom start laughing again. So mean. But really nice for actually getting me the dictionary. The second edition Webster’s from 1934. I love it. Do I love you dictionary? Yes I do:
Hmm… Pongidae n. pl. A family consisting of the anthropoid apes, the gorillas, chimpanzees, orangutans, and gibbons. Syn. Simiidae.
Oh yes, our free Wednesdays are about to get CRAZY.
People you need to go to apple.com right now. There is so much goodness over there I can’t stand it.
How about this:
Or this:
Or my personal favorite:
Yes, yes, that is right. Madonna has joined the digital music revolution. And just as I always hoped and dreamed she did it on iTunes. Ahhhh. Bj e-mailed me: Go to apple.com!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and I did and I’m still shaking, could they be any cooler. I just think not. You know this is how I thought the future was going to be. Cool looking little electronics that I could figure out how to use and take everywhere. Yes! Now all I need is my hoverboard!
Doorknob
Just comment with the first thing that pops in your lil ole head when you see this word, no real thinking required. If you need help see the first free asssociation Wednesday, and please comment, because comments rock!
Doorknob
Okay so my wonderful and sweet stepsister em got me season two of the O.C. for my birthday. Which of course she had to because it’s totally her fault that I am AD-DICT-ED to the show. Let me set this up for you: So it was last fall, late fall, and I was an O.C. basher, that’s right, me. It’s hard to believe now, but this is true, I was. So then I was at my dad’s, they were all out of town and Emilie had some of her DVDs sitting around. But tons of the cases were empty because she took them to watch on their trip. So there was the first couple discs of the O.C. there, and I was like, “what the hell, why not?” so Bj and I sat down and watched one. Then we freaking flew the rest of the disc. Took the second disc down to Corvallis, and went through that really quickly. Well then I was like, what? What Ryan just saved Marissa from TJ and I have to know what happened, like did they pump her stomach, are they going to kiss, what about Summer and Seth. Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! So of course I had to drive to Albany because I couldn’t find any place that had the first season in C town. So we drove to Albany, drove back and stayed up until like three AM watching them. We TiVo-ed the second season while watching the first and quickly caught up. The rest is history. So I’ve been watching the O.C. season two, and scrapbooking.
Now I really like the stuff I’ve been working on. But I have the feeling I that I must be my own brand of cool because no one seems to like my stuff much. You know, I’m cool with that. Because I freaking love the layouts I’ve been doing. I’ve felt so free. Man, and just playing with my stuff. I’ve come up with some new rules for myself:
1)Do not worry about the scrapbooking item being the “last” one. You have a lot of shit, just use it.
2)Just because somethings were not made to go together, doesn’t mean they shouldn’t (not really a new rule).
3)Make a mess, just clean it up later.
4)Archival, who cares!
5)Scrapbooking without Diet Coke is NO GOOD.
um, maybe more too, but those are the big ones. So ya, using tons of stuff, playing, it’s all good. All good. And if you want to check out all of the layouts in their posted glory check them out here, here, here, and here.
I had the scariest experience of my life last night. And this isn’t one of those things were I exaggerate to make the story better. Because it’s not good already. I spent Friday night up at Bj’s in Beaverton. Yesterday we just did some odds and ends. His parents came down for the weekend around one and we ran some errands, looked at cars, and went out to dinner. After dinner we watched Big Brother and then I decided I should go home before I got tired. And I wasn’t tired at all. I got onto 217 no problem, no traffic really, then onto I 5. I was driving along, using cruise control to save gas. There wasn’t that many people on the road, and I was in the middle lane. At this point I was in a really dark area, no lights, and since I was the only car for a while, only my headlights illuminated the road. The I saw an animal in the road and it all happened so fast. I KNOW that you are supposed to just hit, it’s safer. But it was only partly in my lane and I didn’t have enough time to think about exactly what I should do. There was no one in the fast lane so I just swerved a little.
Then I lost complete control of the car.
I steered the other way, and back again. I was completely perpendicular to the freeway and cars were coming. And I couldn’t get the car under control. I hadn’t wanted to slam on my brakes because I thought that would make it worse. Then I realized I had to, as it was the easiest way to get my cruise control off. So I finally went from doing 70 mile an hour fishtails all over the road to nearly stopping right in the middle. Then my brain actually kicked in and I got over on the side of the road. But I couldn’t get over to the right, because there were cars, so I pulled to the left. The fast side, the super scary side. I was just shaking, I couldn’t think. Then traffic picked up and all these cars were speeding by me. What had just happened? Was I okay did I hit anything. Then it came to me in a wave, what could have happened, that I could have actually died. If there had been any car behind me it would have smashed right into my driver’s side. My car is old, I don’t have airbags there. I started sobbing uncontrollably. There was smoke all over and I smelled burning. I was too scared to move the car. So I called Bj. He always waits for my calls when I leave to make sure I got home safe. I tried to tell him what happened, but I was crying so hard. I couldn’t remember how far I had gone. And there were no signs or lights anywhere. I managed to get to the other side of the road during a break in traffic.
I turned off the car and sat there, afraid to turn it back on. I had my hazards on. It had been like ten minuets since the incident and I was afraid someone else would do what I had done and smash into me. Then a mini van pulled up, and I was scared because it was so dark and I didn’t want to get like, murdered on the side of the road. But to my utter relief it was a woman who walked over to my car and asked if everything was alright. I was still crying and I told her about the animal. She said she saw it, that she had pulled over to get it out of the road. WHAT? I could never do that, that is not something I would ever even think about doing. But this saint of a woman stopped going where ever she was going and was going to get the animal. And she was gone for a while, then came back and said it was a "good sized German Shepard" and that she had pulled it out of the road. I wish I wasn’t such a blubbering idiot then. That I could have been more eloquent in my thanks. Her partner helped her wash her hands and she made sure I didn’t want them to stay and wait with me, then left.
I sat there thinking about this woman, waiting for Bj and his parents. I hope this angel has a fast pass to heaven. No waiting at the golden gates, just go right in. Because I have never actually met anyone who has done such a selfless act right in front of me.
Eventually Bj and his parents came, to my great relief. Turns out I’d gotten a lot further than I thought and was almost to the Woodburn exit. Bj checked over my car, then got in it and we drove to a gas station at the next exit. He said there were tire tracks all over the road, and the burning I smelled was probably rubber. He put air in my tires, but we don’t think I actually hit any thing. My mom and Bill came to rescue me, there was no way I was getting back in that car to drive. So Bill drove it back and my mom drove me. And I was home, and I was safe, but it will be a long time before I drive up or back in the dark again I think.
And I’m very glad to be alive.
This hurricane is so devastating, and I hate feeling helpless. There is a woman from the message board that I talk about a lot {2 peas} who lost everything, absolutely everything in the storm. A lot of companies are helping her rebuild her scrapbooking supply stock. In may not sound like something that important, but it is because it is something that will help her find peace. If she can get back to creating maybe she can find some normalcy in that. At least I hope so. So I had the Ribbon Jar make a contribution to her. In the gloomy days to come maybe this little jar of color will bring her some hope.
And now for inspiration. And just happy goodness. I’m sure I’m not the only one whose noticed this awesome row of towels at K mart, yum, yum, yum.
Look what my sweet brother got me. It’s a postcard, but don’t expect it in the mail because this one’s a keeper.
So this cool scrapbooking chick Donna Downey had an idea to have everyone who read her blog make her a tag so that she can make it into a book. What a cool idea. But of course I would expect nothing less. Check out her books here, here, and here. So what do you think of my tag? If you want to see the back and detail check it out on 2 peas.
p.s. this reminds me that I still need some roxy to complete my Quickutz set, so if anyone wants to give me any of the shadows, uppercase, or punctuation marks let me know. I only have lowercase and numbers and I use them all the time. Wahhh I hate when things get “retired”.