Guess what I found in the Target today. Go ahead, guess.

They can call it whatever they want, but I know a Girl Scout Samoa Cookie when I see it. I had to buy a package to make sure though.

So, I promised y'all pics of my scrap office over a year ago and I never got around to taking pictures. Bad me. Last week I was up there a bunch and guess what — I took pics. It's still unfinished. I haven't yet hung my K's on the wall above my desk and I'm not sure where to put my big "Keep calm and carry on" print, but oh well. 

Here's my desk.

Amazingly clean, right? I know. And completely unlike me. Here we have the iMac, a large K, photo of my great-grandmother and me, Joan the doll, two mice, Vera Bradley mousepad, photo of college friends and me, and my big spinny pen/scissors/stuff holder. Love the spinny thing.

The shelf of doom. This is more like the disorder we know and love. Top shelf:organizational thingie that is too high to reach, CREATE. Row 2: photo scanner, bin of randomness, iPod speakers, not-yet-put-together corner shelf with a scrapbook kit stacked on top. Row 3: drawer thingie, modge podge, a banner I made, CD bins, shelf holding completed layouts not in albums. Row 4: photo printer (behind that: 2 sets of iPod speakers), giant box of scrapbook paper, green box of photos, typewriter, ribbon case. On the bottom shelf, which you can't see is a lot of wrapping paper.

Completely not in focus wall behind my desk. Three of my favorite layouts and the handle of one of my scrapbook bags. Yes, I have hot pink curtains.

Also not in focus. My canaries. The only good birds are on wall decals. They're cute and they don't make noise.

And because I'm brutally honest with you people, here is the horribleness.

My craft table, a rolling scrapbook bag, two drawer thingies, more wrapping paper (yes, I have paper that says "naughty"), a couple of bags of scrapbook junk, scrapbook junk on the table, Jimmy Hoffa, and my white sofa behind all that. This corner has been like this for months and I will eventually do something about it. 

So, that's the scrap office. I will be spending a lot of time in there since ScrapFest! is around the corner. If you don't hear from me for a while, send spelunkers to find me.

Okay, so I said I was writing this the other night, but I got distracted by something shiny and well, here we are. I spent last weekend with my girlfriends scrapbooking in a swamp (not jungle) in one of the state parks. 

Two years ago when we went to the cabins for Celebrity Death Watch Weekend, Bethy and I saw a sign on the way that said "fresh yard egg."  I'm not sure, but I would take that to mean they have one egg for sale. Disappointingly, the sign was gone this year (so, I am led to believe the egg was in fact SOLD). 

Just when we thought there were no fun signs to take pictures of, God sent us this sign in front of the Springfield United Methodist Church. I always knew that Jesus was my BFF, but now I've seen the sign.

Does it get better than that? I think not.

You know I'm right.

 

Bethy and I said a lot of "oh, this looks familiar" and "were we supposed to turn there?"once we got closer to the state park. Fortunately for you, I didn't take any pictures of the custom slaughterhouse we passed right before entering the park. Yes, I said custom slaughterhouse.

But I did get this picture for you.

Did you know you can get gift cards for the Louisiana State Parks? Oh yeah, you know what I'm getting all of you for Christmas. Buy yours today!

We had a great weekend. I haven't had such a good time in a long while. We ate (a lot), laughed (a lot), and scrapbooked (some) for 2 1/2 days. Plus, it was my birfday. And I will admit to falling out of my chair while laughing and telling a story. If you know me, you know I can get excited telling a story, but this may be the first time I fell out of a chair. I sprained my wrist. My friends thought it was part of my story. It wasn't. 

My friends got a cheesecake with my name on it, only it said this:

Yep, it was spelled with an I, so Melissa tried to fix it with a piece of string or something. Yes, those are animal print candles, because I deserve the very best. It should be noted that the person who wrote on this cake makes their capital H's the same way I do — I don't believe I've seen that before. Interesting.

Let's get to the best part of the weekend — the quotes that are suitable for t-shirts. Most of them are from Stacy because she is the bomb. She gives us pearls of wisdom in a very matter-of-fact manner that is all Stacy.

"You always cover a lie with the truth." – Stacy

"How did we go through two rolls of toilet paper in two hours?" – Melissa

"Who is Betty Ford?" – Megan

"I know the Betty Ford Clinic!" Stacy

"Why are we watching Matlock?" – me. You can substitute "Matlock" with Ghost Whisperer, Murder She Wrote, Swamp People, and the final minutes of the BET Awards. Oh, and Celebrity Rehab.

"Kerry, Google 'Amy Fisher,' let's see what her face used to look like." – Stacy

"You know the story of Ruth and Naomi — it's kind of like The Judds." – me.

"Is this Megan's aunt of something or is this a Bible story? Did I black out for a minute?" – Melissa

I'm telling you more so you'll see how perfect Stacy's next quote is. The name Ruth was brought up for some reason. I said "like Ruth in the Bible," Melissa doubted my knowledge that there was a Ruth in the Bible, so I started to tell the story, then I told Beth to tell it because I knew she could tell it better (and I get the names mixed up). Naomi was Ruth's mother-in-law and her son died. Ruth said, "Entreat me not to leave you, or to turn back from following you; For wherever you go, I will go; And wherever you lodge, I will lodge; Your people shall be my people, and your God, my God. Where you die, I will die, and there will I be buried. The LORD do so to me, and more also, if anything but death parts you and me." (Ruth 1:16–17 NKJV) Also, in the story, Ruth stole from a field belonging to a man named Boaz whom she later marries.

Okay — had to tell you that so you would see the beauty in this:

"This is kind of off the subject, but the same. There was this woman who stole from the Shweggman's in Hammond who became the manager." – Stacy

"I don't want to go to Disney, I want to see Hogwarts." – Stacy

"Google that bitch." – Stacy. I really need that on a t-shirt.

"We can't cure cancer, but we can make fake testicles for dogs." – AB

"She keeps a bar of soap at the end of her bed to ward of evil spirits." -Stacy

"…and then they gave the bird a tiny transfusion." – Beth

"People posting status updates about running is offensive to me. It is offensive to my laziness." – AB

"My favorite afro was from Ice Cube…" – Stacy

 

And that's it. Oh, and I printed the picture below of an old man with cornrows in a library and gave a copy to each of my friends as the customary "happy" for the weekend. From now on when I give picture frames as gifts, I'm putting this photo in the frame.

And that's the tale of my weekend at the cabin. The end.

No, you didn't ask for this, but here are the words and phrases I'm currently in hate with.

 

wheelhouse

it is what it is

it was good talking with you

literally

getting anything “on,” like “getting my drink on"

I'm just sayin'

all text speak — particularly "ur" for "your"

 

 

It's Han Solo's birthday — you know what that means. That's right, party at the cantina.

None of you got me this baby red panda for my birthday and that makes me sad. 

Tonight I will be writing a birthday weekend wrap-up that you won't want to miss. No red pandas, sadly.

So, for the next three days, my posse and I will be getting out of dodge and heading to a cabin in a swamp (not jungle) to hopefully not be eaten by alligators. I will try post from the swamp, but there is definitely no wi-fi and probably only Edge network. Expect a wrap-up next week. You know I always get Megan to do something picture-worthy.

What's with the card, Kerry? Glad you asked. The last time we went to the cabin it was Michael Jackson Celebrity Death Watch Weekend. It just won't be the same this weekend if a majah celebrity doesn't die unexpectedly. Two years ago when MJ died we had the tv on for hours watching CNN's coverage of the front of MJ's house and the hospital. We would turn it off for a while, then one of us would say, "I wonder if Michael Jackson is still dead" and we'd turn it back on. This weekend is my birthday. Is it too much to ask for a celebrity to suffer an untimely death for our weekend to be complete? I think not. 

So, I made this iPhone wallpaper as a little gift to my birthday month friends. You know who you are. 

Feel free to use it for your birthday month, beyotches. 

You know she'll go to prison one day for stealing back her own stuff. 

via Stuff I Like