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Decorating for fall

Just like decorating the mantle and putting the grapevine & bittersweet wreath on the door, I thought I’d decorate the blog for fall as well.  The Blogwear is by Shabby Princess, check her site out — her style is very similar to mine (but I’m all about the glitter.)  I’m dabbling with digi scrapbooking, really using it for graphic design for ScrapFest! and the website.  I’m new at Photoshop Elements and bought my Wacom Bamboo Fun tablet the other day, so I have a lot of learning to do.

Pretty soon I’m going to do a ScrapFest! round-up and show y’all what I bought from our fabulous vendors and a couple things I’ve ordered online.  I had to order the Just Rite monogram stamp kit — it’s fab.

I’m also cleaning out my closet and counted my purses.  Peeps, I’ve put myself on a purse-buying moratorium.  No more purses until the new Vera Bradley patterns come out after the beginning of 2009.  I’m going to take pics of my purses and show y’all just how bad my addiction is.

Totally of subject, but can you stand it that OJ’s going to prison?  SNL put it best last night when they said in Weekend Update that OJ is going to prison for theft, kidnapping, etc, but really for murder.

Totally of subject again — Scott is playing this God of War 2 game as I type and it’s creep-out-city.  I really hope I don’t have nightmares.  I can’t take it.

Do hats really need instructions?

Saw this on engrishfunny.com.
It reminds me of my hairdryer and flat iron that have instructions that say "do not use while sleeping, do not use in bathtub." 'Cause if I had a nickel for every time I've been sleeping and woke up and I was straightening my hair, I'd be rich. And you know, it's faster to just dry your hair in the tub — no need to wait 'til you get out. Just don't drop the dryer.
Really, the reason I don't give hats as gifts is because people just don't know how to wear them. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but hats are not shoes, nor are they meant for your ass.

Who thought this was a good idea?

I’m all for helping out charities, but I have no idea why someone thought this was a good idea.

When I think of clowns, the word naked never comes to mind.  Like really never.  So, in an effort to creep-out the people of the world who weren’t previously creeped-out by clowns, the Naked Clowns Calendar.  Here’s Mr. October. 

Keep your hands where I can see them, buddy.  Don’t even think of pulling anything out of that hat.  For realz.  Ew.

The calendar’s proceeds go to fight MS.  I can think of a hundred other ways to raise money off the top of my head that don’t involve nekkid clowns.  Yes, I said nekkid.  That’s nothin’ but nasty.  And what’s with that devilish look on Mr. October’s face.  Don’t tell me it’s makeup!  He’s up to something, I can tell.

I’m not a fan of nude people calendars or nude people in general.  I shower in a swimsuit.  For Bozo’s sake, why clowns?  Firefighters, maybe.  Doctors, well, I could see that.  Well, not any of mine, but other doctors — whatev.  Secret agents, heck yeah.  Plumbers, no.  CPAs, no.  Comic-book authors, no.  Clowns, good Lord, no.

I can’t go on, my retinas are burning from nekkid clowns.  I saw more than one pic.  One was hairy with tattoo.  Ew.

only how long ’til March?

Another ScrapFest! is over and I’m almost recovered from the event.  I felt like a zombie until a few hours ago.  Megan and I will take a few weeks off and then it’s back to planning the next event in March.  I’m thinking a disco theme, since Vegas was a hit.  For those of you who missed it, I looked great in my showgirl outfit, although the head-dress gave me a headache and the makeup was a bit heavy.

Megan and I thought it went great and had lots of compliments from croppers.  I pretty much had laryngitis yesterday and this morning from playing emcee on the microphone and giving away door prizes all weekend.  The food was great, vendors were great, and the croppers were fantastic.

Thank you to the 55 people who got on the National Bone Marrow Registry.  You’re awesome.

More tomorrow.

Blogging from ScrapFest!

If I can’t crop at ScrapFest! I might as well blog.

It’s been a great day we’re about to call it a night.  I could use a massage.  The scrapbookers are having a ball and we couldn’t be happier.  Tommorrow I will bring socks, as it is aproximately 7 below zero in here and I’m wishing I had earmuffs and and gloves.  It wasn’t this cold in February.  And it was winter then.

Here’s the not-really-our-theme for this year:

It’s on our banner, tees, and buttons. Everyone’s loving it, but who doesn’t love a Vegas theme?  Super like it.  I’ll take more pics tomorrow.

I have a headache.  I should be wearing my glasses.  Remind me to show you my new glasses.  Black and pink.

Remember the shirt I was designing?  Here’s the finished design on a pink tee. Yes, it’s supposed to be half a fleur-de-lis.  Forgive me for the photo, took it with my iPhone.  I’m very pleased with how it turned out.  Like the colors.  Love the polka dots and paisley.  And everything else.  We are almost out of shirts and it’s the first day.  Looks like we’ll have to do a second printing for tees and hoodies.

It’s almost midnight, I’ll try to update tomorrow.  Megan’s schizophrenic iPod is playing Michael Buble and Garth Brooks just went off.  I just can’t take it.  Ok, for real — now it’s Natasha Beddingfield.  The girl’s never heard of a playlist.

No, not really, Blondie.

So, for the past past 3 years at the bus-stop in the morning I’ve seen a woman, probably in her mid-40’s, in a black 4 Runner with spiky blonde hair pass us and go around the corner.  At 6:45 in the morning everyday this woman has passed me, waved, gone on her merry way as we wait for the bus.   No big.

Last Friday we were waiting for the bus as usual when something out of the norm happened.  Blondie in the 4 Runner comes practically flying down the street, music blaring.  There usually isn’t music. As she approached I notice the song — “Fight For Your Right (to Party)” by the Beastie Boys.

Now, if you’re in your 40’s I don’t think you have to fight for your right to party anymore.  I believe you can just party whenever you feel like it, pretty much.  Maybe you can’t party just anywhere anytime, but certainly you have the right to do so.  No one would stop you.  I’m not much of a partier, never have been.  A lot of the time I’m not sure I even like people.  And I hate owls, they’re just creepy.  Anypoodle, never have I said to myself, “Self, I wish I could party tonight, but thanks to our society I’ll have to fight for my right to party.”  Never happened.

Tonight I’m going to have a private party.  Sorry you didn’t get the invite, I didn’t send any.  I’m going to put the kids to bed, then I’ll be partying with my remote watching the season premier of Boston Legal with a glass of tea and if I get crazy, maybe I’ll have a bowl of Cocoa Pebbles and I might even drink the milk.  Yeah, I know, it might get wild, that’s just to get the night started, baby.  After the Cocoa Pebbles I’ll probably get on Facebook, challenge Mandy to a game of Scramble, and after that while I’m hopped up on sugar I’ll answer my emails and set the kids’ clothes out for school tomorrow.  Maybe I’ll even order Molly and Katie’s raincoats from Landsend.com!  Hey, I warned you it might get wild up in here.

Thank goodness our forefathers, the Beastie Boys, fought for our right to party, so we can party freely today.

busy bee

Hey y’all.  Just wanted to apologize in advance, I’m super busy getting ready for ScrapFest! and will do my best to blog over the next week.  Still lots to do on my end and we’re really looking forward to the event.  I’m headed to bed and will be spending all day tomorrow printing workshop tickets and other various and sundry items.  You ready for the worst part?  I’m out of half and half, no Coffee Mate either.  I’m going to have to go to PJ’s before I’m fully awake and get a beverage.  By tomorrow afternoon I may be ready for a margarita, even though I’ve had my one margarita for the year (Cinqo de Mayo, ya know).   Later peeps.