blech

It's too damn hot.

That is all.

Little Things

Introducing my new best friend:



Pushing a button once a day is so much nicer than wielding a scrub brush and caustic chemicals. Get one, you'll thank me.

This & That

It's funny how when my scrapping mojo kicks into gear-my blogging and writing just seem to fall by the wayside.

Friday nights are my typical errand running night-Walmart for diapers, a quick trip to the grocery for essentials before a HUGE weekly trip either on Saturday or Sunday, and then I hit the mag rack at my tiny little Joanne's to look for inspiration. The girls that work there all know me-it's to the point that they'll save me an issue behind the counter if something new comes in. I like that-it's comforatable. They ask me what I'm working on, tell me about new stock, etc.

The mag rack is next to the check out counter and I'm leafing through the new Scrapbooks etc. baby issue when two women come up next to me. One-very obviously pregnant, spies the same issue and browses through it, while her "friend" starts blabbing very loudly. Saying how people waste their time making elaborate albums, they are only pictures-why not just use a photo album? That kind of stuff. She keeps going on and on Until she says "Must be nice to be a rich soccer mom with nanny and a maid, so you can sit on your ass all day and pay people to take portrait photos of your kids just to get published in a magazine."

I turn to the pregnant lady, who is embarrassed by her companion by this time, and say "If ONLY." and walk away. I was really tired last night, after along week of dealing with three little kids with upset tummies and nasty diaper changes. But I bit my tongue and walked away, rather than just unleash what I was really thinking. Just went over to the fabric remnants to cool off my heated self.

Is that really how people who don't scrap perceive us? Me, in my 10 year old baseball cap and pj bottoms, lucky to be able to grab a few spare moments to myself daily to take a shower without having my house torn stem to stern by three curious toddlers with a miraculous talent for scaling baby gates. Is my life that glamourous and someone forgot to tell me? That woman was lucky I didn't lose it on her.

It made me kind of sad. I do what I do because I love it, not to get published. I'm very fortunate to have been given the opportunities I have in this art. But even if I never get pubbed again or my gigs dry up-I'd still be making pages, creating, and scrapping my memories. Because it makes me happy.

He knows me so well....

Ethan went out for a walk around the hood the other night, and came rushing home to talk to Charlie. I knew something was up, after some mysterious whispering and a quick "we'll be right back" as the two of them bolted out the door.

Look what they brought me......



Nothing beats a garbage picked antique door as a thoughtful Mother's Day gift. Ethan told me the minute he walked by it, he knew that he'd have to bring it home for me, because {and I quote}, "If ANYONE knew what to do with it, it would be you, Mom."

He's just the greatest, because he gets it :)

Geekiness Continued

One of the coolest UNEXPECTED features about my new Graphire tablet? You can personalize it! I so dig the SEI Hippy Chick papers, but some of the patterns are tough to work with. I made good use of this sheet.



And since today is National Scrapbooking Day, here's my latest layout, featuring my new Melissa Frances goodies.

Why YES..."Geek" is my middle name...

I *heart* Buy.com.This sweet baby was delivered to me only a day and a half after I ordered, and that's with choosing the "free shipping" option! I am now the proud and extremely happy owner of a new wireless keyboard. Isn't she pretty? Built in mouse, and she can even control all the audio/video remotes in the house. Whoot! I'm in luuuuuuuuuv!

And according to UPS tracking-my new Wacom tablet will be arriving today! Doncha just love Mother's Day?

Sharing

This page is special to me. Not that they all aren't, but I don't usually journal so extensively.Dang that Cathy Z and her new book-imagine her encouraging us to tell our stories ;)


You can read the journaling here