Let me introduce you to two of the men in my life.
First- there's my dad. I love my dad, I really do. But he has horrible follow through. It's an on going joke that when he says he'll do something, he means a week (or more) later. I know this. I understand this. I lived with that man for twenty years and am used to it.
Then- there's Mike. I love Mike, I really do. But he's about a reliable when it comes to following through on what he says he'll as my dad is. Mike is also easily distracted, which is why his family has gotten into the habit of telling us that something starts an hour before it actually does.
Remember my post from Thursday about being Supermom? Remember how Supermom was supposed to be learning how to put up drywall yesterday? Did I mention that it was my dad who was supposed to be helping me out with that? Yeah- I'm sure that you can see where this is going.
Saturday morning, I talked to my mom and she said that Dad wouldn't be able to do it because- and I quote- 'he's dragging today'. I was told that he'd do it today. I shrugged it off- I had a feeling that he would say something like that.
Mike came home last night and asked about it. I told him that it wasn't done. Mike got upset! Not pissed off upset, but huffy 'figures' upset. It was all that I could do to NOT laugh my ass off at him. I mean, hello?!? If Mike had, oh, I don't know, put the drywall up back in October, LIKE HE SHOULD HAVE, we wouldn't be sitting here in May with three very large sheets of drywall in the hallway. I can't wait for him to get home tonight, because he's going to say something about them being there still. *rolling my eyes in advance*
I have decided that I really don't like my wireless connection right now. It's driving me absolutely insane. I've spent most of the day trying to upload something that needs to be in the store tonight so that it can be in the boutique on Thursday and my damn connection keeps timing out on me. All because my wireless connection is acting screwy today. It's better now, at least I'm up to 37% uploaded instead of the one or two percent that it was timing out on earlier.
I'm tired. And I'm boring today. I want to go to sleep but can't until this freakin frackin file uploads. Is it possible to choke a computer?
4.30.2006
4.27.2006
Just Call Me Supermom.
Between the hours of 930am and 6pm, I was home for only about 15-20 minutes at any one time. Between those stops at home, I have been:
And even with all that, my kitchen still got cleaned. Oh- and let's not forget that for some odd reason, my normally independent two year old needed his mommy to the point that he screamed (and yes, I do mean SCREAMED) NO!!!! to his Aunt Sam and ran straight for me when he somehow hurt himself.
How does Supermom do it? Really simple, actually. I got my trusty sidekick, Dad, The Boy Wonder, to clean the kitchen for me. He also helped load the truck with the drywall. And on Saturday, Supermom is going to learn how to hang drywall.
Of course, Dad The Boy Wonder still has issues cleaning (how is it even possible that I have more work when he's done cleaning than I did before he started? How?), but the point is- he did clean something today.
Now, if only I could get Rosie The Wonder Puppy to quit jumped our fence, I'd be very happy.
- to the local grocery store three times.
- to Wal*Mart.
- to the local laundromat.
- to Cody's school twice.
- to my parents' house twice.
- to the lumberyard.
And even with all that, my kitchen still got cleaned. Oh- and let's not forget that for some odd reason, my normally independent two year old needed his mommy to the point that he screamed (and yes, I do mean SCREAMED) NO!!!! to his Aunt Sam and ran straight for me when he somehow hurt himself.
How does Supermom do it? Really simple, actually. I got my trusty sidekick, Dad, The Boy Wonder, to clean the kitchen for me. He also helped load the truck with the drywall. And on Saturday, Supermom is going to learn how to hang drywall.
Of course, Dad The Boy Wonder still has issues cleaning (how is it even possible that I have more work when he's done cleaning than I did before he started? How?), but the point is- he did clean something today.
Now, if only I could get Rosie The Wonder Puppy to quit jumped our fence, I'd be very happy.
4.25.2006
Happy Birthday!
To me, that is. And to celebrate my birthday- I'm having a sale at TDC, and posting this little freebie here:
It's only available as a freebie for a few hours. I'll be killing the links in three hours- so, get the freebie now, while you can.
*Download Removed- thank you for stopping by! The Beach Bum paper pack, kit, and element pack will be available at TDC next week!*
Do I even need to say it? Please don't share this- as after I've removed the download link, I will be uploading it to TDC and the only way to get this kit will be to buy it after next week.
So- on to other, more important stuff. It's my birthday! And it was almost ruined by my dick of a husband (ooo- did I just say that?). I'm sorry that I'm not psychic and didn't KNOW that the dog pooped in the laundry room. The only time that I was in the laundry room this morning was when I let Rosie out and back in. Instead of calmly asking for the paper towels in order to clean it up, he proceeded to yell about how disgusting it was. Gee, ya think? Of course it's disgusting! It's dog poop! And it wasn't just that he was yelling- it's that he was yelling at me about it. As if I didn't let Rosie out this morning (which I did- but it was raining outside and Rosie has this thing about rain- she doesn't like it). So it was a not so wonderful start. I've just decided that the best thing to do would be to ignore him and get on with my day.
Which is exactly what it is- MY DAY. I'm making an apple cake with caramel sauce this afternoon- yummy. It's been a good birthday (minus the part about Mike freaking out of over dog poop). I got a iPod Nano from Mike, a bread machine and an electric skillet from my parents. And yes, I'm happy with my gifts. I asked my mom for one or the other, and she bought them both (I love my mom). I've decided that I'm only doing the bare minimum around here- no housework on my birthday (except what needs to be done- funny how people are so picky about clean underwear!).
I've been reading some good books lately. I read The Da Vinci Code over the weekend (good book), and then read The sacrifice by Barbara Lewis in two days, and am now reading The Prodigal (also by Lewis). I'm loving this series, and am kinda sad that once I've read The Prodigal, I'll only have one more book to read. My mom and I are reading them- she buys the books, reads them, then shares them with me. The series starts with The Covenant, then there's The Betrayal, then The sacrifice, The Prodigal, and The Revelation. The series is about an Amish family, set the late forties/early fifties. It's all that I can do to keep from curling up in bed and reading The Prodigal in one day (which is what I did with The Betrayal).
Otherwise- that's it. Enjoy your free kit, and happy birthday to me!
*Edited* I should have taken the link down a half hour ago, but decided to leave it up for another few hours because at least one person was having problems downloading. The link will be removed at 5pm Central. :)
It's only available as a freebie for a few hours. I'll be killing the links in three hours- so, get the freebie now, while you can.*Download Removed- thank you for stopping by! The Beach Bum paper pack, kit, and element pack will be available at TDC next week!*
Do I even need to say it? Please don't share this- as after I've removed the download link, I will be uploading it to TDC and the only way to get this kit will be to buy it after next week.
So- on to other, more important stuff. It's my birthday! And it was almost ruined by my dick of a husband (ooo- did I just say that?). I'm sorry that I'm not psychic and didn't KNOW that the dog pooped in the laundry room. The only time that I was in the laundry room this morning was when I let Rosie out and back in. Instead of calmly asking for the paper towels in order to clean it up, he proceeded to yell about how disgusting it was. Gee, ya think? Of course it's disgusting! It's dog poop! And it wasn't just that he was yelling- it's that he was yelling at me about it. As if I didn't let Rosie out this morning (which I did- but it was raining outside and Rosie has this thing about rain- she doesn't like it). So it was a not so wonderful start. I've just decided that the best thing to do would be to ignore him and get on with my day.
Which is exactly what it is- MY DAY. I'm making an apple cake with caramel sauce this afternoon- yummy. It's been a good birthday (minus the part about Mike freaking out of over dog poop). I got a iPod Nano from Mike, a bread machine and an electric skillet from my parents. And yes, I'm happy with my gifts. I asked my mom for one or the other, and she bought them both (I love my mom). I've decided that I'm only doing the bare minimum around here- no housework on my birthday (except what needs to be done- funny how people are so picky about clean underwear!).
I've been reading some good books lately. I read The Da Vinci Code over the weekend (good book), and then read The sacrifice by Barbara Lewis in two days, and am now reading The Prodigal (also by Lewis). I'm loving this series, and am kinda sad that once I've read The Prodigal, I'll only have one more book to read. My mom and I are reading them- she buys the books, reads them, then shares them with me. The series starts with The Covenant, then there's The Betrayal, then The sacrifice, The Prodigal, and The Revelation. The series is about an Amish family, set the late forties/early fifties. It's all that I can do to keep from curling up in bed and reading The Prodigal in one day (which is what I did with The Betrayal).
Otherwise- that's it. Enjoy your free kit, and happy birthday to me!
*Edited* I should have taken the link down a half hour ago, but decided to leave it up for another few hours because at least one person was having problems downloading. The link will be removed at 5pm Central. :)
4.23.2006
I Don't Scrap Anymore
I spend just as much time on my computer as I did before, I check out the galleries, visit TDC and Veggieville as often as I did before, I'm constantly changing the batteries in my camera, my hard drive is going to burst if I add just one more kit to my collection, Photoshop is always open, but I don't scrap anymore.
I'm obsessed with glitter, rhinestones, colors. I adore ribbons, worship at the First Church of Wacom, look at fashion magazines not for the clothes, but the patterns and colors of the clothes. I subscribe to Memory Makers, and flip through each new magazine the first time looking for digital layouts, and buy any magazine issue with the word 'Digital' in the title. But I don't scrap anymore.
My husband doesn't understand it. When he asks to see my recent layouts, he's confused. If I'm spending all this time on the computer, then I should be productive and have created a multitude of layouts. But I don't scrap anymore.
I giggle when I see something new. I take mental notes. I subscribe to sites where I can learn how to do things better. But I don't scrap anymore.
I have fallen into a trap, and can't get out. I'm always on the look out for interesting patterns, colors, textures. I'm always looking for the new, the unique, the different. The thing is- I don't want to get out of this trap. I'm happy being stuck here, even if I don't scrap anymore.
I'm a designer and I don't scrap anymore.
I'm obsessed with glitter, rhinestones, colors. I adore ribbons, worship at the First Church of Wacom, look at fashion magazines not for the clothes, but the patterns and colors of the clothes. I subscribe to Memory Makers, and flip through each new magazine the first time looking for digital layouts, and buy any magazine issue with the word 'Digital' in the title. But I don't scrap anymore.
My husband doesn't understand it. When he asks to see my recent layouts, he's confused. If I'm spending all this time on the computer, then I should be productive and have created a multitude of layouts. But I don't scrap anymore.
I giggle when I see something new. I take mental notes. I subscribe to sites where I can learn how to do things better. But I don't scrap anymore.
I have fallen into a trap, and can't get out. I'm always on the look out for interesting patterns, colors, textures. I'm always looking for the new, the unique, the different. The thing is- I don't want to get out of this trap. I'm happy being stuck here, even if I don't scrap anymore.
I'm a designer and I don't scrap anymore.
4.21.2006
Introductions All Around
We have a guest today at our house. He loves zippers, zebras, and zinnias. He can be found in Zurich, and loves to zap things.
He is...
The letter Z! Cody's class has met all of their 'letter friends' at school, and today is their party celebrating the fact that they have met all twenty six letters of the alphabet. All the kids are dressing up as their favorite letter friends- Cody chose 'Z' because Z has a lot of zippers.
Now- I don't sew. What you don't see in this picture is the many safety pins that is holding the felt and zippers on his shirt. Cody helped me design the shirt- he chose where all the zippers went and I pinned them on. He's excited- as is the rest of his class. They've been talking all week about what letters they were going to be- he told me yesterday that his friends are going to be R, N, and D.
I'm kicking myself right now. Tomorrow, my parents are having a cook out for my birthday. A couple weeks ago, my mil asked me if we had any plans for this weekend. At the time, we didn't. So I told her that yes, she could take Cody for the weekend so that they could take him to the zoo with his cousin Matthew. I completely and totally forgot about it. So when my mom said that she was cooking out this weekend, I told her 'great!'
Oops. This is only a problem because of my neice. It's hard for her- with her sister being special needs, and my younger two being too young to have the same interests as Jessie, the only person that she really plays with is Cody. So now I'm kicking myself for not remembering that Cody was going with my mil. Ugh, ugh, ugh. I feel horrible about this. Note to self: write everything down as soon as you hear about it.
I need to get my butt in gear today and clean my house. At the very least, I need to get my kitchen clean. And I have to do laundry today. And my laundry has to be done before five, because that is when mil will be here to pick up Cody. Oh- and let's not forget that I have complete a kit today, so that I can upload it by Sunday and won't be home tomorrow. Oh- and on top of all this, I promised the boys that I'd let them play outside in the sandbox this afternoon. Mom bought four bags of sand for them, and it's killing them that they haven't been out in the sandbox to play in it (well- Evan has been, but only because he was the only one home at the time).
He is...
The letter Z! Cody's class has met all of their 'letter friends' at school, and today is their party celebrating the fact that they have met all twenty six letters of the alphabet. All the kids are dressing up as their favorite letter friends- Cody chose 'Z' because Z has a lot of zippers.Now- I don't sew. What you don't see in this picture is the many safety pins that is holding the felt and zippers on his shirt. Cody helped me design the shirt- he chose where all the zippers went and I pinned them on. He's excited- as is the rest of his class. They've been talking all week about what letters they were going to be- he told me yesterday that his friends are going to be R, N, and D.
I'm kicking myself right now. Tomorrow, my parents are having a cook out for my birthday. A couple weeks ago, my mil asked me if we had any plans for this weekend. At the time, we didn't. So I told her that yes, she could take Cody for the weekend so that they could take him to the zoo with his cousin Matthew. I completely and totally forgot about it. So when my mom said that she was cooking out this weekend, I told her 'great!'
Oops. This is only a problem because of my neice. It's hard for her- with her sister being special needs, and my younger two being too young to have the same interests as Jessie, the only person that she really plays with is Cody. So now I'm kicking myself for not remembering that Cody was going with my mil. Ugh, ugh, ugh. I feel horrible about this. Note to self: write everything down as soon as you hear about it.
I need to get my butt in gear today and clean my house. At the very least, I need to get my kitchen clean. And I have to do laundry today. And my laundry has to be done before five, because that is when mil will be here to pick up Cody. Oh- and let's not forget that I have complete a kit today, so that I can upload it by Sunday and won't be home tomorrow. Oh- and on top of all this, I promised the boys that I'd let them play outside in the sandbox this afternoon. Mom bought four bags of sand for them, and it's killing them that they haven't been out in the sandbox to play in it (well- Evan has been, but only because he was the only one home at the time).
4.19.2006
He Did What?!?
I spent this afternoon cleaning up the fenced in part of our yard. I finally tossed all the junk that was back there (not including the boys' toys) that has been needing to go out with the trash for who knows how long. The good news is- the couch is finally (FINALLY) going away! Yay!
The tossing of the junk didn't take all that long. What took a long time was replacing all the bricks that the boys had somehow managed to pull up and move around the back yard. Years ago, my father had laid old bricks down to make a sort of patio back there. That's where the bricks came from- and today, that is where they returned. I'm not quite done yet- there's still some bricks that need to be replaced, and toys that need to be organized, but it feels good to actually be able to walk on my patio without tripping over something.
There is a tote sitting outside because my beautiful, wonderful, absolutely adorable child that I was praising for his potty training prowess did a very disgusting smelly thing with it.
For the last week or so, every time that I walked down the hallway, I was assaulted with the stench of urine. I blamed it on Rosie- and would put her in her crate if I happened to see a puddle on the floor. Then- today, while cleaning my hallway, I was putting toys in the totes that I keep in the hallway for that purpose. I filled up one tote, moved on to the next, filled that one, and moved on to the next. I went to put some toys inside it... and oh... Oh. My. God. I found where the stench was coming from.
The tote was nearly empty- it was holding hot wheels cars, legos, things about that size. They were swimming- yes, SWIMMING- in pee. Yuck. I picked the tote up and took it outside- tomorrow, the toys are going in the trash and I'm washing the tote out with bleach. It will now be their outdoor toy box. I go back inside, and continue to pick up toys. I then pick up a stuffed animal and it's soaked. I didn't even have to move it closer to my face to know what it was soaked in. Yuck, yuck, yuck. It went out in the trash. I had to go through the other totes to see if I put in anything that had pee on it- and also to see if there was pee in any of them. I found the toys (not many), took them outside to be taken care of, and proceeded to mop my hallway floor. Twice.
I asked Cody about it- he knows nothing. I asked Dylan about it- and my wonderful, beautiful, absolutely adorable child told me that he did it.
At least he was honest about it. When I asked him why, he calmly told me that he couldn't turn on the light in the bathroom, so he peed in the hallway. Oh my. I pointed out to him that at any time, he can ask Mommy or Daddy or Cody and we'd turn the light on for him. Let's hope that this is the last of my Hallway As A Bathroom episodes until it's Evan's turn to potty train. As for Rosie- she got extra cuddle time tonight and some of her favorite treats because I feel so bad that I blamed her for the puddles when it wasn't her at all (or at least, not all of them).
I'm trying to work on new kits- I really need to get my butt in gear, but lately- I've been too busy outside or trying to keep up with the mess inside or just wanting to sit and vegetate. Oh- and a new book doesn't help. I'm finally reading the Da Vinci Code. It's good- not what I expected, and it took a few chapters for me to get into it, but I like it.
I changed my template today, simply because I wanted to. I wanted a three column template and found one. Yeah, it's plain, but I can deal with that- for now. I still need to tweak it (I'm not liking the large font thing that's going on here), but it will work for now.
The tossing of the junk didn't take all that long. What took a long time was replacing all the bricks that the boys had somehow managed to pull up and move around the back yard. Years ago, my father had laid old bricks down to make a sort of patio back there. That's where the bricks came from- and today, that is where they returned. I'm not quite done yet- there's still some bricks that need to be replaced, and toys that need to be organized, but it feels good to actually be able to walk on my patio without tripping over something.
There is a tote sitting outside because my beautiful, wonderful, absolutely adorable child that I was praising for his potty training prowess did a very disgusting smelly thing with it.
For the last week or so, every time that I walked down the hallway, I was assaulted with the stench of urine. I blamed it on Rosie- and would put her in her crate if I happened to see a puddle on the floor. Then- today, while cleaning my hallway, I was putting toys in the totes that I keep in the hallway for that purpose. I filled up one tote, moved on to the next, filled that one, and moved on to the next. I went to put some toys inside it... and oh... Oh. My. God. I found where the stench was coming from.
The tote was nearly empty- it was holding hot wheels cars, legos, things about that size. They were swimming- yes, SWIMMING- in pee. Yuck. I picked the tote up and took it outside- tomorrow, the toys are going in the trash and I'm washing the tote out with bleach. It will now be their outdoor toy box. I go back inside, and continue to pick up toys. I then pick up a stuffed animal and it's soaked. I didn't even have to move it closer to my face to know what it was soaked in. Yuck, yuck, yuck. It went out in the trash. I had to go through the other totes to see if I put in anything that had pee on it- and also to see if there was pee in any of them. I found the toys (not many), took them outside to be taken care of, and proceeded to mop my hallway floor. Twice.
I asked Cody about it- he knows nothing. I asked Dylan about it- and my wonderful, beautiful, absolutely adorable child told me that he did it.
At least he was honest about it. When I asked him why, he calmly told me that he couldn't turn on the light in the bathroom, so he peed in the hallway. Oh my. I pointed out to him that at any time, he can ask Mommy or Daddy or Cody and we'd turn the light on for him. Let's hope that this is the last of my Hallway As A Bathroom episodes until it's Evan's turn to potty train. As for Rosie- she got extra cuddle time tonight and some of her favorite treats because I feel so bad that I blamed her for the puddles when it wasn't her at all (or at least, not all of them).
I'm trying to work on new kits- I really need to get my butt in gear, but lately- I've been too busy outside or trying to keep up with the mess inside or just wanting to sit and vegetate. Oh- and a new book doesn't help. I'm finally reading the Da Vinci Code. It's good- not what I expected, and it took a few chapters for me to get into it, but I like it.
I changed my template today, simply because I wanted to. I wanted a three column template and found one. Yeah, it's plain, but I can deal with that- for now. I still need to tweak it (I'm not liking the large font thing that's going on here), but it will work for now.
4.18.2006
Lightbulb Moment
I get these lightbulb moments every once in awhile- I think that most people do. It's where you see something and *lightbulb* you realize something important that you should have known all along.
I walked Cody to school today. Nothing out of the ordinary, it's a nice day, I like walking, and besides- I don't have a car or any other way to get him to school (stupid gas prices forcing the school to cut back on the bus riders, grumble, grumble). So- we walk. Cody whines about it, I attempt to ignore him. For awhile, we raced on the way home. He almost always won (hey- it's hard to run when you're pushing a tandem stroller with two kids in it). Today- we walked. I said my typical goodbye ('Goodbye, love you, have fun, and for heaven's sake- please be good!'), and I turned that stroller around and headed home.
On the way, I just happened to glance down at my shadow. I studied it, looked up, attempted to ignore it. Couldn't do it- I had to look down. I stared. I stopped the stroller (not caring that people were driving by and most likely staring at me staring at my shadow), continued to look. Then it hit me.
My butt shadow is as wide as my stroller (which isn't one of those little itty bitty lightweight strollers, nor is it a side by side double stroller- my butt isn't that big, yet). It hit me again.
I. Am. Fat.
When I got home, I checked myself out in the mirror. I'm wearing my cute 3/4 sleeve button up white top, my Old Navy jeans, and my cute pink, blue and white striped slides. I check out my neck- hint of a double chin (not good). I look at the top half of my body- a little wider than I'd like to be (not good). I look at my butt.
I shouldn't have looked at my butt. No. Wait. If I hadn't have looked at my butt, that lightbulb moment would have been ignored and forgotten and I'd have gone on living my life the way that I have been living it.
I'm not liking my butt right now. I'm liking how my legs feel after walking just over a mile (I won't be liking how they feel later tonight, after walking 2.4 miles, but that is a necessary evil).
I realized today that I've been ignoring the problem. I've been pretending that I'm ok with the way that I look, when I'm not. I'm fat. I don't want to be fat. I don't want to pretend that I carry the weight well (when I know that I most definitely do NOT). I don't want to have to buy my Old Navy jeans off eBay or online. I want to be able to walk into any store at the mall and know that they have my size.
So- today I start. Healthy foods. Balanced meals. No more of this junk food. I'm limiting the amount of pop that I drink to two cans a day. More walking. More running with the boys instead of watching them run. We'll take more walks (poor Cody), be more active.
I'm starting small- with baby steps. Up for this week- healthy meals.
I walked Cody to school today. Nothing out of the ordinary, it's a nice day, I like walking, and besides- I don't have a car or any other way to get him to school (stupid gas prices forcing the school to cut back on the bus riders, grumble, grumble). So- we walk. Cody whines about it, I attempt to ignore him. For awhile, we raced on the way home. He almost always won (hey- it's hard to run when you're pushing a tandem stroller with two kids in it). Today- we walked. I said my typical goodbye ('Goodbye, love you, have fun, and for heaven's sake- please be good!'), and I turned that stroller around and headed home.
On the way, I just happened to glance down at my shadow. I studied it, looked up, attempted to ignore it. Couldn't do it- I had to look down. I stared. I stopped the stroller (not caring that people were driving by and most likely staring at me staring at my shadow), continued to look. Then it hit me.
My butt shadow is as wide as my stroller (which isn't one of those little itty bitty lightweight strollers, nor is it a side by side double stroller- my butt isn't that big, yet). It hit me again.
I. Am. Fat.
When I got home, I checked myself out in the mirror. I'm wearing my cute 3/4 sleeve button up white top, my Old Navy jeans, and my cute pink, blue and white striped slides. I check out my neck- hint of a double chin (not good). I look at the top half of my body- a little wider than I'd like to be (not good). I look at my butt.
I shouldn't have looked at my butt. No. Wait. If I hadn't have looked at my butt, that lightbulb moment would have been ignored and forgotten and I'd have gone on living my life the way that I have been living it.
I'm not liking my butt right now. I'm liking how my legs feel after walking just over a mile (I won't be liking how they feel later tonight, after walking 2.4 miles, but that is a necessary evil).
I realized today that I've been ignoring the problem. I've been pretending that I'm ok with the way that I look, when I'm not. I'm fat. I don't want to be fat. I don't want to pretend that I carry the weight well (when I know that I most definitely do NOT). I don't want to have to buy my Old Navy jeans off eBay or online. I want to be able to walk into any store at the mall and know that they have my size.
So- today I start. Healthy foods. Balanced meals. No more of this junk food. I'm limiting the amount of pop that I drink to two cans a day. More walking. More running with the boys instead of watching them run. We'll take more walks (poor Cody), be more active.
I'm starting small- with baby steps. Up for this week- healthy meals.
4.16.2006
Egg Hunts, iPods, and Airbrushing
Yesterday, my parents and I took the boys to the local easter egg hunt at the local park. I hate going to this- have for years. Growing up, I hated it simply because it was highly unlikely that I would ever find an egg. Back then, I blamed the other kids- I thought them to be selfish, uncaring, and- most of all- unfair.
Now that I'm a parent and taking my kids to these things, I realize that it's not the kids that were being selfish, uncaring, and unfair.
It was the parents. It's amazing the number of parents who stand at the sidelines, or follow their kids around, pointing out all the eggs. Or how many people walk the grounds before the egg hunt, scoping for eggs and informing their children where to look. My younger two, they had a ball. They got two eggs each. But my oldest is disenchanted with the large town egg hunt already. It's frustrating for him, and I'm wondering how long before we won't go, at all.
Did I ever tell you that my father knows the Easter Bunny? Yep- he does. He used to travel a lot when my sister and I were little, and he used to say that he knew Santa Claus. I expanded it to where he knew the Easter Bunny, and told my boys last night that the Easter Bunny was planning a big surprise out at Grandma and Grandpa's. After Cody got home from church, we discovered that the surprise was an egg hunt! The boys had a ball- and Cody got so many eggs that we had to ask him to slow down so that Evan and Dylan had a chance to get some.
I got my iPod yesterday. I'm so happy. *Joys* Really not much more to it than that, just wanted to say... I got my iPod yesterday.
I needed to get a picture of myself with my mom today. I didn't tell her why or anything like that- just had Cody take a picture of the two of us. When I told her- she glared at me and asked me why I didn't give her any warning, she would have changed her shirt, brushed her hair, yadda yadda yadda. I just looked at her and told her 'that is what Photoshop is for.' Her eyes lit up- and she asked me if I would airbrush her, lol! So that's what I'm doing, right now. I'm 'fixing' us. Not that I think that we needed it, but because I had Cody take the picture. Let's just say that Cody's hand isn't all that steady and while we're recognizable, we're also too blurry. I'm having fun while doing it. We did get a great picture of the two of us- and I think that is the one that I'm going to use for this thing that we need it for.
Now that I'm a parent and taking my kids to these things, I realize that it's not the kids that were being selfish, uncaring, and unfair.
It was the parents. It's amazing the number of parents who stand at the sidelines, or follow their kids around, pointing out all the eggs. Or how many people walk the grounds before the egg hunt, scoping for eggs and informing their children where to look. My younger two, they had a ball. They got two eggs each. But my oldest is disenchanted with the large town egg hunt already. It's frustrating for him, and I'm wondering how long before we won't go, at all.
Did I ever tell you that my father knows the Easter Bunny? Yep- he does. He used to travel a lot when my sister and I were little, and he used to say that he knew Santa Claus. I expanded it to where he knew the Easter Bunny, and told my boys last night that the Easter Bunny was planning a big surprise out at Grandma and Grandpa's. After Cody got home from church, we discovered that the surprise was an egg hunt! The boys had a ball- and Cody got so many eggs that we had to ask him to slow down so that Evan and Dylan had a chance to get some.
I got my iPod yesterday. I'm so happy. *Joys* Really not much more to it than that, just wanted to say... I got my iPod yesterday.
I needed to get a picture of myself with my mom today. I didn't tell her why or anything like that- just had Cody take a picture of the two of us. When I told her- she glared at me and asked me why I didn't give her any warning, she would have changed her shirt, brushed her hair, yadda yadda yadda. I just looked at her and told her 'that is what Photoshop is for.' Her eyes lit up- and she asked me if I would airbrush her, lol! So that's what I'm doing, right now. I'm 'fixing' us. Not that I think that we needed it, but because I had Cody take the picture. Let's just say that Cody's hand isn't all that steady and while we're recognizable, we're also too blurry. I'm having fun while doing it. We did get a great picture of the two of us- and I think that is the one that I'm going to use for this thing that we need it for.
4.14.2006
Creative Team Call!
I'm looking to add five people to my creative team. The object of my creative team is to promote my kits by creating layouts and posting in galleries around the web.
Team requirements are simple. Team members will receive 2-8 kits a month (depending on how productive I am that month), FREE. They will be required to post two layouts total to the Digi Chick gallery, and then send me the link to the gallery post, via email. Team members may create as many layouts as they wish and post where they wish, after posting the two layouts to the Digi Chick gallery. Please note that my creative team members will NOT be part of The Digi Chick staff.
If you are interested, and think that you have what it takes, please send me an email at mydnyghtwhyspers@mchsi.com with the following information:
- Your name and email address
- Tell me about yourself- anything that you want me to know (no one will be judged on this- I just want to get to know people better).
- If you are a Digi Chick member, your Digi Chick screen name
- A sample layout, no smaller than 600px wide, using one of my kits. Don't have one yet? You may use my free sample mini kit, Denim Dreams, found in TDC's boutique.
- A link to the online gallery that you post to the most.
- Answer these questions: Why do you want to be on my creative team? Who or what is your favorite subject matter for layouts and why?
Please note that piracy will not be tolerated. I reserve the right to ask team members to leave should I find out that they are sharing my kits without my permission. If this is something that you can not do, please do not apply for my team.
Application deadline is
Ventarama
I love Rosie, I really do. I love Mike, I really do.
Growing up, we had a dog that loved to run. He'd take any chance he could get to get out of my parents' fence or off his chain (before we had the fence- and no, he didn't spend all day on his chain), and he'd just run. He loved to feel the wind in his hair, to meet other dogs, to 'see the world' (or at least our town). I remember having to chase him and look for him in all sorts of weather- freezing cold, rain, boiling heat. Ugh- not fun. I told myself that as much as I loved Arly, I didn't want a runner when I grew up and got a dog.
What did we get? Rosie the Runner. I adore her- she's really cute and playful and generally a good dog. But- damn. I hate chasing her when she gets out. Last night, I told him to be careful to not let Rosie out of the fence. He claimed that she didn't get out with him there- she 'knew' that she couldn't do that. Guess what she did.
She got out. She didn't get far, Mike bent down and picked her up and handed her to me, but I still laughed at him. This morning- he claimed that he didn't know that she was in the fence and accidentally let her out- again. This time, he wasn't able to grab her and she ran. What did he do? He came back inside and told me that I had to go get her.
I grabbed a treat and her leash and went looking, while Mike got into his car to go to work. I'm walking, asking Rosie if she wants a treat, and she keeps looking at me and running away. I turn around to go grab her leash and the kids and put them in the stroller, because Mike is leaving and I'm not about to leave the kids home alone while I'm out chasing after the dog. He stops, gets out, crouches down, and says 'come here Rosie' and she comes to him.
If it was going to be so freaking easy for him in the first place, then why the hell couldn't he have done that when she got out? Oh- and to make matters worse, he scolds her! NO! You don't do that! Then she'll figure out 'I got out, I'm going to get in trouble, I'm not going to him'. UGH!
My house is a disaster- but it looks like rain today, so I'm probably going to be able to actually get something done. To look at my house, you wouldn't believe that two days ago, it was clean!
Last night, I learned something new about Rosie. She's a wimp about storms. We got the tail end of a really nasty storm last night. We had the thunder and lightening, and some of the wind. I was sitting on the couch, watching Survivor and CSI (recorded). When it would thunder, Rosie would lift her head and look at me- making sure that I was still there, I think. Then she'd go back to sleep. When there was on particularly loud clap of thunder- I found myself with a 20 ball of furry energy in my lap. Rosie had jumped up and ran for me- and when she figured out that it wasn't happening again, she climbed up on the back of the couch, and cuddled up against my neck. I laughed at her- apparently, she didn't want to seem like a wimp, but she also didn't want to go far from me.
And now I get to go clean my living room. *Joys*
Growing up, we had a dog that loved to run. He'd take any chance he could get to get out of my parents' fence or off his chain (before we had the fence- and no, he didn't spend all day on his chain), and he'd just run. He loved to feel the wind in his hair, to meet other dogs, to 'see the world' (or at least our town). I remember having to chase him and look for him in all sorts of weather- freezing cold, rain, boiling heat. Ugh- not fun. I told myself that as much as I loved Arly, I didn't want a runner when I grew up and got a dog.
What did we get? Rosie the Runner. I adore her- she's really cute and playful and generally a good dog. But- damn. I hate chasing her when she gets out. Last night, I told him to be careful to not let Rosie out of the fence. He claimed that she didn't get out with him there- she 'knew' that she couldn't do that. Guess what she did.
She got out. She didn't get far, Mike bent down and picked her up and handed her to me, but I still laughed at him. This morning- he claimed that he didn't know that she was in the fence and accidentally let her out- again. This time, he wasn't able to grab her and she ran. What did he do? He came back inside and told me that I had to go get her.
I grabbed a treat and her leash and went looking, while Mike got into his car to go to work. I'm walking, asking Rosie if she wants a treat, and she keeps looking at me and running away. I turn around to go grab her leash and the kids and put them in the stroller, because Mike is leaving and I'm not about to leave the kids home alone while I'm out chasing after the dog. He stops, gets out, crouches down, and says 'come here Rosie' and she comes to him.
If it was going to be so freaking easy for him in the first place, then why the hell couldn't he have done that when she got out? Oh- and to make matters worse, he scolds her! NO! You don't do that! Then she'll figure out 'I got out, I'm going to get in trouble, I'm not going to him'. UGH!
My house is a disaster- but it looks like rain today, so I'm probably going to be able to actually get something done. To look at my house, you wouldn't believe that two days ago, it was clean!
Last night, I learned something new about Rosie. She's a wimp about storms. We got the tail end of a really nasty storm last night. We had the thunder and lightening, and some of the wind. I was sitting on the couch, watching Survivor and CSI (recorded). When it would thunder, Rosie would lift her head and look at me- making sure that I was still there, I think. Then she'd go back to sleep. When there was on particularly loud clap of thunder- I found myself with a 20 ball of furry energy in my lap. Rosie had jumped up and ran for me- and when she figured out that it wasn't happening again, she climbed up on the back of the couch, and cuddled up against my neck. I laughed at her- apparently, she didn't want to seem like a wimp, but she also didn't want to go far from me.
And now I get to go clean my living room. *Joys*
I'm Going For It...
I have bad luck with contests. I think it's the whole deadline thing. That- or it could have something to do with my 'I'm not going to spam for votes' thing. I tried it once and felt so... dirty.
Anyway- I'm entering a contest just for the fun of it. Hey- it means that I'm going to be challenged in some shape or form and I'll get to have fun. The contest is The Ultimate Digi-Scrapper. I'll admit that I'm liking the prize options here. They said the magic 'c' word- CASH.
Seriously though, as much as I'd like to win and be considered the Ultimate Digi-Scrapper, I'm not doing it for the prizes or the recognition. It's the challenge of it. We need more large contests like these- ones that make us think outside the box.
Since yesterday was such a nice day, we spent some time outside in the front yard. The boys 'helped' me with some yard work. I've decided that I'm no longer going to buy them toys. I'll just get each of them their own barrel of dirt. All three had a ball digging holes and burying toys and cars in this old barrel full of dirt that sits in our front yard. I'd like to plant something in it- but heck, they probably wouldn't be able to keep their hands out of it long enough for something to actually grow there.
My tulips are coming up. They have buds on them and will soon be blooming. I have huge gaps that need to be filled in- that's my goal for this year, to get more tulip bulbs planted so that instead of having a tulip here and a tulip there I have a nice row of them lining the planter in the front yard.
I'm looking for things to plant inside the planter. There's a lilac bush and two other bushes (can't remember what they are- will have to ask my mom) in there already and I'd like some nice ground cover and maybe a few other types of flowers. Rocking chairs are a must have for our front porch- I'd like to be able to sit out there on summer evenings.
No sign of my iPod or purse yet, so I am still stalking the mailman. Mike got his new monitor and mouse today, so he's now done stalking Mr Mailman. It will be nice when I don't have to race him to get to the mail first anymore.
Anyway- I'm entering a contest just for the fun of it. Hey- it means that I'm going to be challenged in some shape or form and I'll get to have fun. The contest is The Ultimate Digi-Scrapper. I'll admit that I'm liking the prize options here. They said the magic 'c' word- CASH.
Seriously though, as much as I'd like to win and be considered the Ultimate Digi-Scrapper, I'm not doing it for the prizes or the recognition. It's the challenge of it. We need more large contests like these- ones that make us think outside the box.
Since yesterday was such a nice day, we spent some time outside in the front yard. The boys 'helped' me with some yard work. I've decided that I'm no longer going to buy them toys. I'll just get each of them their own barrel of dirt. All three had a ball digging holes and burying toys and cars in this old barrel full of dirt that sits in our front yard. I'd like to plant something in it- but heck, they probably wouldn't be able to keep their hands out of it long enough for something to actually grow there.My tulips are coming up. They have buds on them and will soon be blooming. I have huge gaps that need to be filled in- that's my goal for this year, to get more tulip bulbs planted so that instead of having a tulip here and a tulip there I have a nice row of them lining the planter in the front yard.
I'm looking for things to plant inside the planter. There's a lilac bush and two other bushes (can't remember what they are- will have to ask my mom) in there already and I'd like some nice ground cover and maybe a few other types of flowers. Rocking chairs are a must have for our front porch- I'd like to be able to sit out there on summer evenings.
No sign of my iPod or purse yet, so I am still stalking the mailman. Mike got his new monitor and mouse today, so he's now done stalking Mr Mailman. It will be nice when I don't have to race him to get to the mail first anymore.
4.12.2006
Beautiful Day
I'm loving this. It's bright and sunny, and 70 degrees outside right now. All of my windows are open, I'm wearing capris and sandals, and I'm planning on doing some yard work this afternoon.
I noticed last week that my tulips are up. Not blooming, yet, but the leaves are up and it's very noticable that there are tulips coming up. I love spring. I love looking out my dining room window and seeing budding leaves on the lilac bush planted tere, or the bright yellow new leaves on the bush in front of the picture window in the living room. Because it has been so nice out, I haven't wanted to stay inside and do anything. But I have to- I have to get my house cleaned before I even consider going out to do anything in the yard.
I have one new kit releasing tomorrow- Looking Back. This has to be one of my favorite kits to make so far.
I really need to work on more kits- but it's been so nice outside! If I'm going to make my goal for this month, I need to get my butt in gear and get something done.
My birthday is this month. I want to do something for it- but not sure what. I've considered a sale- but not sure if that's what I want to do just yet. But- speaking of my birthday, guess what my sexy, amazingly handsome, simply wonderful husband bought me for my birthday? A 4gig iPod Nano!
Yes- I'm getting an iPod for my birthday! Woohoo! He surprised me with it- he needed to new mouse for his computer (his cordless optical mouse went for a swim in a five gallon bucket of saltwater last week- don't ask), and he said 'here, I ordered these today' while handing me the invoices. I looked at the top one- a new mouse, plus a new monitor for his computer. Okay, thanks for telling me. Then I looked at the second page.
It was an invoice for the iPod. I looked at him, and said 'you ordered an iPod?' I figured that it was for his drive to work- he could plug it in to his car stereo. He said 'no, that's for you.' I jumped up and kissed him, and did my 'happy happy joy joy' dance. Now I have two to four weeks of stalking the UPS guy until it gets here. Yay!
I noticed last week that my tulips are up. Not blooming, yet, but the leaves are up and it's very noticable that there are tulips coming up. I love spring. I love looking out my dining room window and seeing budding leaves on the lilac bush planted tere, or the bright yellow new leaves on the bush in front of the picture window in the living room. Because it has been so nice out, I haven't wanted to stay inside and do anything. But I have to- I have to get my house cleaned before I even consider going out to do anything in the yard.
I have one new kit releasing tomorrow- Looking Back. This has to be one of my favorite kits to make so far.I really need to work on more kits- but it's been so nice outside! If I'm going to make my goal for this month, I need to get my butt in gear and get something done.
My birthday is this month. I want to do something for it- but not sure what. I've considered a sale- but not sure if that's what I want to do just yet. But- speaking of my birthday, guess what my sexy, amazingly handsome, simply wonderful husband bought me for my birthday? A 4gig iPod Nano!
Yes- I'm getting an iPod for my birthday! Woohoo! He surprised me with it- he needed to new mouse for his computer (his cordless optical mouse went for a swim in a five gallon bucket of saltwater last week- don't ask), and he said 'here, I ordered these today' while handing me the invoices. I looked at the top one- a new mouse, plus a new monitor for his computer. Okay, thanks for telling me. Then I looked at the second page.
It was an invoice for the iPod. I looked at him, and said 'you ordered an iPod?' I figured that it was for his drive to work- he could plug it in to his car stereo. He said 'no, that's for you.' I jumped up and kissed him, and did my 'happy happy joy joy' dance. Now I have two to four weeks of stalking the UPS guy until it gets here. Yay!
4.08.2006
What Do You Do When The Operator Won't Listen?
911.
My mother and I were talking about this today. We teach our children their address, their phone number, to find a policeman or store employee when they get lost, and to call 911 if something happens. We teach them to trust that the 911 operator is going to take them seriously, that the operator will hold their hand by staying on the phone, talking to them, until the police arrive.
But how do we combat this? What do we teach our children to do, should the 911 operator NOT believe them?
I'm angry at the operator. I'm upset for this little boy. He's the same age- THE SAME AGE- as my oldest son. This little boy's faith in the system has been shaken. Will he ever trust 911 again? I don't know. But I can't imagine that he'll forget the day that he watched his mother die while a voice on the phone told him that if he didn't stop playing pranks they'd call the cops on him.
Phones are interesting pieces of equipment. From the time that a child is born, they learn that the phone is something that takes the attention of their parents from them. They watch their parents answer the phone, and usually- they watch the happiness and joy spread across their parents' faces when they are talking. When they're older, they learn that if you push numbers, you can call someone else- even Grandma! Is it no wonder that kids are fascinated- and that it's entirely possible that they could easily dial 911 on the phone, on accident? It happens- sometimes, it's a mistake. Other times, it's a prank.
911 operators should never- NEVER- think that a five year old child calling to say that their mother just fell and that she's not getting up is purposely pranking them. Doesn't matter how old the child in question is- they should never ignore calls that might be pranks.
Because there's always the chance that it's not a prank.
Starting now, I'll be teaching my child the direct number of our police department. Just in case.
My mother and I were talking about this today. We teach our children their address, their phone number, to find a policeman or store employee when they get lost, and to call 911 if something happens. We teach them to trust that the 911 operator is going to take them seriously, that the operator will hold their hand by staying on the phone, talking to them, until the police arrive.
But how do we combat this? What do we teach our children to do, should the 911 operator NOT believe them?
I'm angry at the operator. I'm upset for this little boy. He's the same age- THE SAME AGE- as my oldest son. This little boy's faith in the system has been shaken. Will he ever trust 911 again? I don't know. But I can't imagine that he'll forget the day that he watched his mother die while a voice on the phone told him that if he didn't stop playing pranks they'd call the cops on him.
Phones are interesting pieces of equipment. From the time that a child is born, they learn that the phone is something that takes the attention of their parents from them. They watch their parents answer the phone, and usually- they watch the happiness and joy spread across their parents' faces when they are talking. When they're older, they learn that if you push numbers, you can call someone else- even Grandma! Is it no wonder that kids are fascinated- and that it's entirely possible that they could easily dial 911 on the phone, on accident? It happens- sometimes, it's a mistake. Other times, it's a prank.
911 operators should never- NEVER- think that a five year old child calling to say that their mother just fell and that she's not getting up is purposely pranking them. Doesn't matter how old the child in question is- they should never ignore calls that might be pranks.
Because there's always the chance that it's not a prank.
Starting now, I'll be teaching my child the direct number of our police department. Just in case.
4.07.2006
Mommy Moments
This morning- I had a proud Mommy Moment.
It actually started last night. Dylan has still been wearing pull ups at night, as a 'just in case'. I usually put him in a pull up around 8pm, and he falls asleep shortly after.
Last night- I told him that it was time to put his pull up on, and he told me that he was going to use the potty, even though he was wearing a pull up. And he did. Twice (then he fell asleep).
I woke up this morning, and Dylan's first words to me were: 'Mommy, I nee unner wear.' (translation: Mommy, I need underwear.)
After the shock wore off, I went looking for clean underwear for him. I was so proud of him! No arguing! No fighting with me about this! No insistance that he's still little!
Yay! Yay! Yay!
So- that's the story of my proud Mommy Moment. Want to hear the story of my not so proud Mommy Moment?
Cody and Dylan got into an arguement this morning (ok- so they get into quite a few every morning). This morning's arguement was over cars or something. I'm at my computer, drinking my morning coffee, half listening to what is going on in the living room, when I hear
'I'm going to hit you!' Uh oh. Mommy radar goes off, and I go to the living room to see what's up. I told Cody that he is not allowed to hit his brothers- that he needs to find some other way of dealing with them. Cody claims that Dylan threw something at him. I explain that unless both they both tell me the truth, I can't punish for what I didn't see happen. Since I got two stories at once- I told them that the only punishment that I can give is to separate them- Cody at one end of the room, Dylan at the other.
I go to get Evan some milk. Mommy radar goes off when I hear Dylan screaming in the living room. I look in- I ask him what happened- he said 'Cody hurt me'. I told Cody that Dylan doesn't lie about being hurt, and I want to know what he did to hurt him. Cody threw something at him (most likely because I didn't do anything to hurt Dylan when he hurt Cody). So I told Cody that he is not allowed to hurt his brother, and I told Dylan that he is not allowed to hurt his brother.
I go back to pouring Evan his milk, and go grab a pair of socks for Mike (because the man can't dress himself in the morning- what on earth did he do before I married him???). Dylan brings his cup to the gate in the doorway of the kitchen and tells me, matter of factly, that Cody is no longer his brother and that he'd like some milk, please.
Poor kid. I tried explaining to him that he will always have his brothers- but he kept insisting that no, Cody is no longer his brother, because he says so.
*Sigh* Boys.
It actually started last night. Dylan has still been wearing pull ups at night, as a 'just in case'. I usually put him in a pull up around 8pm, and he falls asleep shortly after.
Last night- I told him that it was time to put his pull up on, and he told me that he was going to use the potty, even though he was wearing a pull up. And he did. Twice (then he fell asleep).
I woke up this morning, and Dylan's first words to me were: 'Mommy, I nee unner wear.' (translation: Mommy, I need underwear.)
After the shock wore off, I went looking for clean underwear for him. I was so proud of him! No arguing! No fighting with me about this! No insistance that he's still little!
Yay! Yay! Yay!
So- that's the story of my proud Mommy Moment. Want to hear the story of my not so proud Mommy Moment?
Cody and Dylan got into an arguement this morning (ok- so they get into quite a few every morning). This morning's arguement was over cars or something. I'm at my computer, drinking my morning coffee, half listening to what is going on in the living room, when I hear
'I'm going to hit you!' Uh oh. Mommy radar goes off, and I go to the living room to see what's up. I told Cody that he is not allowed to hit his brothers- that he needs to find some other way of dealing with them. Cody claims that Dylan threw something at him. I explain that unless both they both tell me the truth, I can't punish for what I didn't see happen. Since I got two stories at once- I told them that the only punishment that I can give is to separate them- Cody at one end of the room, Dylan at the other.
I go to get Evan some milk. Mommy radar goes off when I hear Dylan screaming in the living room. I look in- I ask him what happened- he said 'Cody hurt me'. I told Cody that Dylan doesn't lie about being hurt, and I want to know what he did to hurt him. Cody threw something at him (most likely because I didn't do anything to hurt Dylan when he hurt Cody). So I told Cody that he is not allowed to hurt his brother, and I told Dylan that he is not allowed to hurt his brother.
I go back to pouring Evan his milk, and go grab a pair of socks for Mike (because the man can't dress himself in the morning- what on earth did he do before I married him???). Dylan brings his cup to the gate in the doorway of the kitchen and tells me, matter of factly, that Cody is no longer his brother and that he'd like some milk, please.
Poor kid. I tried explaining to him that he will always have his brothers- but he kept insisting that no, Cody is no longer his brother, because he says so.
*Sigh* Boys.
4.06.2006
Pirates Have Rights Too!
I'm willing to actually believe that, provided that said pirate is Johnny Depp as Captain Sparrow (such a hottie all dirtied up as a pirate- yummy).
But when it comes to stealing my stuff? No- I'm sorry, but you don't have any rights. Check this out: Scrap-Fanatics.
Oh- and read the terms. By reading them, you'd save yourselves a lot of time and quite possibly your groups. And the digi cops wouldn't have to 'harass' you for doing illegal stuff, in the first place.
Oh- and if our stuff is 'no good', then why the hell are you sharing it??? This, I don't understand. You are willing to do something illegal for stuff that YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE? Mind boggling.
Can you share these free sites with the 'best' kits, please? I'd like to see where I'm going wrong. Maybe I'll just point my customers in their direction, because obviously my stuff is crap that isn't worthy of being pirated. (In case you can't tell, I'm being sarcastic.)
Someone who is passionate about this hobby is someone who is willing to take the time to learn how to do things, to learn how to make themselves better at it, is willing to take criticism. Got a problem with my designs? Bring it on!
Oh- and something else. GLORY. No 'e'. EITHER. The 'a' is an 'i'. You can spell harassment, but you can't spell something as simple as 'glory'?
Here are some links for you: Yahoo's Copyright Policy. Quoted from the policy:
and from Yahoo's Terms Of Service:
And from my TOU, included in EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY KITS, free or not:
In other words- go ahead and contact your lawyer, attempt to file harassment charges against me. Think you'll win? Think again. You don't have a legal leg to stand on. Face it- what you are doing is ILLEGAL. Sue me? Try it. Let's see how fast I sue you for copyright infringment.
In other words: do not fuck with me.
Credits: The crazy posts come from the Scrap-Fanatic Yahoo Group home page. Anyone can read it there- I did not right it (I'm not insane, I swear). The pieces from Yahoo's copyright policy and terms of service comes from Yahoo. The last quote comes directly from my own terms of use, which is included in every single kit that I make.
But when it comes to stealing my stuff? No- I'm sorry, but you don't have any rights. Check this out: Scrap-Fanatics.
DO THE FACT THAT PAID DIGI COPS ARE HARRASSING EVERY SINGLE SCRAP MEMBER IN YAHOO OVER FREE KITS! THIS IS FREE KITS PEOPLE NOT PAID KITS.ALL OWNERS HAVE DONE THERE BEST TO FILTER OUT BUT ITS NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR THESE HARRASSING PEOPLE.Oh, yippie. I'm a digi cop. Where's my badge? Not only am I a digi cop, I'm harassing these poor people. Owners filtering out? No. That's not good enough. Because all that they filter out are the kits of the people who complain to them- everything else is still 'fair game'.
THEY ALSO DONT WANT PSPERS TO MAKE SCRAPTAGS WITH ANY SCRAP EVEN IF THEY BUY THEIR KITS!! WHO ARE THEY TO TELL WHAT WE DO WITH OUT SCRAP KITS IF WE BUY IT...ITS OURS ISNT IT?No- when you buy artwork, it isn't yours. This includes digital kits. If you want to make and hand out tags, then you need to get a commercial license. A commercial license will allow you to make your tags and hand them out in peace. Tags for personal use- ok. Tags for everyone else: not okay without a commercial license.
Oh- and read the terms. By reading them, you'd save yourselves a lot of time and quite possibly your groups. And the digi cops wouldn't have to 'harass' you for doing illegal stuff, in the first place.
THEY TOLD ME THAT THE FREE KITS ARE NOT FREE THEY ARE TO LURE PEOPLE INTO THEIR SITE TO BUY SOMETHING..WHA SOLICITORS WHAT CON ARTISTS..THEY ALL SHOULD BE BOYCOTTED THEY ARE PEOPLE WHO ARE ONLY OUT FOR MONEY. THEY DONT CARE ABOUT ANYONE BUT MAKING MONEY. AND HALF THERE CREATIONS ARE NO GOOD. THE ONLY REASON WHY THEY ARE GETTIN CUSTOMERS BECAUSE THE CUSTOMERS DONT KNOW THERE ARE ACTUALLY FREE SITES OUT THERE WHERE THEY CAN GET THE BEST KITS.Yep- you caught us. We only give out free stuff to lure people to our sites. Boycott all you want- at least if you are boycotting, you're not sharing my stuff.
Oh- and if our stuff is 'no good', then why the hell are you sharing it??? This, I don't understand. You are willing to do something illegal for stuff that YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE? Mind boggling.
Can you share these free sites with the 'best' kits, please? I'd like to see where I'm going wrong. Maybe I'll just point my customers in their direction, because obviously my stuff is crap that isn't worthy of being pirated. (In case you can't tell, I'm being sarcastic.)
THERE ARE BETTER MORE TALENTED DIGI SCRAP DESIGNERS WHO DO THIS FOR THE PASSION FOR THE ENJOYMENT OF OTHERS THEY ARE NOT MONEY HUNGRY PEOPLE THEY WANT EVERYONE TO ENJOY WHAT THEY CREATE.Digital design is my passion. I sell my designs because I'm a stay at home mom, and I'd feel guilty spending some of the money that my husband makes on the things that I really love- things that are related to my passion. Money hungry? Nope- not even close. I just want to make enough money to spend it on other kits, fonts, and computer hardware. That's it.
Someone who is passionate about this hobby is someone who is willing to take the time to learn how to do things, to learn how to make themselves better at it, is willing to take criticism. Got a problem with my designs? Bring it on!
READ MORE HEREGo ahead. Read it.
http://www.twopeasinabucket.com/mb.asp?cmd=display&thread_id=1687357
I MYSELF AN BOYCOTTING ALL PAID SITES FOR THIS REASONYippie!
THEY ARE SENDING SPYS INTO YAHOO GROUPS "ENTRAMPING" PEOPLE TO DO SOMETHING WRONG SO THEY CAN RUN AND REPORT YOU. ISNT THAT ILLEGAL? ISNT HARRASSMENT ILLEGAL??Entrapment (no 'm', 'tramping' is a word, 'entramping' is not) is something that only a law enforcement official can do, and it only applies if the law enforcement officer has made you do something that you didn't want to do. Ask a lawyer- I'll wait.
SOMETHING MUST BE DONE WITH THESE MONEY HUNGRY LYING PEOPLE..DONT GET SUCKED UP INTO THEIR OWN GLOREY AND DONT LET THEM SUCK UP YOUR MONEY EATHER!
Oh- and something else. GLORY. No 'e'. EITHER. The 'a' is an 'i'. You can spell harassment, but you can't spell something as simple as 'glory'?
Here are some links for you: Yahoo's Copyright Policy. Quoted from the policy:
It is Yahoo!’s policy, in appropriate circumstances and at its discretion, to disable and/or terminate the accounts of users who may infringe or repeatedly infringe the copyrights or other intellectual property rights of Yahoo! and/or others.(which basically means- continue to share my kits and I have the legal right to shut you down).
and from Yahoo's Terms Of Service:
upload, post, email, transmit or otherwise make available any Content that infringes any patent, trademark, trade secret, copyright or other proprietary rights ("Rights") of any party;(like it or not, even free kits are copyrighted to the individual who created them. And since Yahoo's policy is to delete the accounts of copyright violaters, I still have the legal right to shut you down.)
And from my TOU, included in EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY KITS, free or not:
You may not offer any Tracey Lee/The DigiChick.com graphics on any website for download, send them through a list such as a news or Yahoo group or include them in
any graphics collection either on the internet or otherwise.
In other words- go ahead and contact your lawyer, attempt to file harassment charges against me. Think you'll win? Think again. You don't have a legal leg to stand on. Face it- what you are doing is ILLEGAL. Sue me? Try it. Let's see how fast I sue you for copyright infringment.
In other words: do not fuck with me.
Credits: The crazy posts come from the Scrap-Fanatic Yahoo Group home page. Anyone can read it there- I did not right it (I'm not insane, I swear). The pieces from Yahoo's copyright policy and terms of service comes from Yahoo. The last quote comes directly from my own terms of use, which is included in every single kit that I make.
4.05.2006
Taboo
I have the hardest time mixing and matching kits. I've never considered myself a perfectionist, but I have trouble with this.
The alphas are mixed and matched- taken from kits created by Holly McCaig, Shabby Princess, Jan Crowley, and Christie Putz (I'm hoping that I'm not forgetting anyone). I wanted a mix and match feel because, well- look at my bulletin board. It's not neat, it's not perfect, things overlap, things are hidden, it's just a collection of things that I've deemed 'bulletin board worthy'.
I've always wanted a bulletin board. I've wanted some place where I can post things that I need- like the note from Cody's soccer coach, explaining when the games are and what we're doing about practices.
Anyway- I'm looking at this layout and I'm just not entirely happy with it. It feels all mixed up to me- yet when I look at layouts that mix and match kits created by someone else, they look great. It's almost as if my mind is telling me that this is taboo- you can't mix and match things (even though I know that you can).
It's a beautiful day here. Sunny and bright, and I'm sitting inside on my computer. There's something wrong with this picture. This afternoon, I'm going to send the boys outside to play and I think that I'll take my pad of paper and camera and sit and watch them. Maybe I'll get some ideas for a new kit.
Did I tell you that I'm blocked? I'm thinking that part of it is because I've ordered a new Dover book and I'm stalking the mailman waiting for it. I got an email stating that it should be there anytime between today and Saturday- I'm hoping for today. The other part is that it's been so nice outside, and I want to just go outside and play with the boys.
On the potty training front- we're down to 20 minutes of temper tantrum before he finally gives in and puts his underwear on.
Dylan is now telling me that he's 'rich' because he has a 'dollar'. Yesterday, I got in the mail one of those 'sign up for American Express' deals. Inside it- there was a magnet in the shape of an American Express card. Dylan's calling this his 'dollar'. He's been carrying it all over the house, and gets upset when he loses it. He's so cute. Note to self: get pictures of him with his 'dollar'.
Yesterday, I took the kids to the park. The one closest to us is just a small part- a swingset, merry go round, and jungle gym. Nothing big, nothing fancy. My only problem with this park is that the slide is very high up. I have no problems letting Cody and Dylan go up and down the slide- but it makes me nervous because slides are Evan's favorite part of the park. He wants to climb up the ladder, and I'm terrified that he'll fall off. I let him climb up it once- and he got up there and went down the slide face first on his belly. It was scary! For me! He cried because his face ended up in the rocks (he wasn't hurt), but then he wanted to do it again. We had to compromise and I would set him on the slide about halfway up and let him go down it.
The alphas are mixed and matched- taken from kits created by Holly McCaig, Shabby Princess, Jan Crowley, and Christie Putz (I'm hoping that I'm not forgetting anyone). I wanted a mix and match feel because, well- look at my bulletin board. It's not neat, it's not perfect, things overlap, things are hidden, it's just a collection of things that I've deemed 'bulletin board worthy'.I've always wanted a bulletin board. I've wanted some place where I can post things that I need- like the note from Cody's soccer coach, explaining when the games are and what we're doing about practices.
Anyway- I'm looking at this layout and I'm just not entirely happy with it. It feels all mixed up to me- yet when I look at layouts that mix and match kits created by someone else, they look great. It's almost as if my mind is telling me that this is taboo- you can't mix and match things (even though I know that you can).
It's a beautiful day here. Sunny and bright, and I'm sitting inside on my computer. There's something wrong with this picture. This afternoon, I'm going to send the boys outside to play and I think that I'll take my pad of paper and camera and sit and watch them. Maybe I'll get some ideas for a new kit.
Did I tell you that I'm blocked? I'm thinking that part of it is because I've ordered a new Dover book and I'm stalking the mailman waiting for it. I got an email stating that it should be there anytime between today and Saturday- I'm hoping for today. The other part is that it's been so nice outside, and I want to just go outside and play with the boys.
On the potty training front- we're down to 20 minutes of temper tantrum before he finally gives in and puts his underwear on.
Dylan is now telling me that he's 'rich' because he has a 'dollar'. Yesterday, I got in the mail one of those 'sign up for American Express' deals. Inside it- there was a magnet in the shape of an American Express card. Dylan's calling this his 'dollar'. He's been carrying it all over the house, and gets upset when he loses it. He's so cute. Note to self: get pictures of him with his 'dollar'.
Yesterday, I took the kids to the park. The one closest to us is just a small part- a swingset, merry go round, and jungle gym. Nothing big, nothing fancy. My only problem with this park is that the slide is very high up. I have no problems letting Cody and Dylan go up and down the slide- but it makes me nervous because slides are Evan's favorite part of the park. He wants to climb up the ladder, and I'm terrified that he'll fall off. I let him climb up it once- and he got up there and went down the slide face first on his belly. It was scary! For me! He cried because his face ended up in the rocks (he wasn't hurt), but then he wanted to do it again. We had to compromise and I would set him on the slide about halfway up and let him go down it.
4.04.2006
Entitlement
I have this thing about people with entitlement issues.
I just don't like them. {Snip}
Ya know what? It's not worth it. I had this nice long post all written up and ready to go all about the issues that have been floating around a certain site with 'cherry' in the name and just decided to delete it. *Poof!* Not gonna go there, I'm moving on.
So- I'm going to talk about good stuff today. What I am going to talk about is my three year old and why he is entitled to hugs and kisses and Dum Dums and a trip to the park and a trip to a car show with Grandpa in a few weeks.
We've been potty training for the last week. It's. Been. Hell. He's so much like me, it's not even funny. I'm stubborn- he's about ten times worse. Oy vey. Yesterday, I finally figured out that it is a- pointless to argue with a three year old and b- pointless to give in to their demands. So- yesterday morning, I told him that I absolutely will not put a pull up on him. He has a choice- either wear underwear or go naked, but either way- he'll be using that potty.
He screamed. He stomped. He demanded. He did all that for THIRTY MINUTES. Finally- the screaming, stomping and demanding changed.
He wanted to wear underwear. So- we wore underwear. He used the potty all day long yesterday, only having one accident. He even pooped in the potty- without being asked! Yay Dylan!
So he's entitled to hugs and kisses, Dum Dums, a trip to the park, and a trip to a car show with Grandpa. Of course, we're not out of the woods yet- this morning we went through the same deal with the pull up versus underwear thing, but this time- he only screamed for 25 minutes. I'm still having him wear pull ups at night- I don't think he's ready for night training just yet.
I just don't like them. {Snip}
Ya know what? It's not worth it. I had this nice long post all written up and ready to go all about the issues that have been floating around a certain site with 'cherry' in the name and just decided to delete it. *Poof!* Not gonna go there, I'm moving on.
So- I'm going to talk about good stuff today. What I am going to talk about is my three year old and why he is entitled to hugs and kisses and Dum Dums and a trip to the park and a trip to a car show with Grandpa in a few weeks.
We've been potty training for the last week. It's. Been. Hell. He's so much like me, it's not even funny. I'm stubborn- he's about ten times worse. Oy vey. Yesterday, I finally figured out that it is a- pointless to argue with a three year old and b- pointless to give in to their demands. So- yesterday morning, I told him that I absolutely will not put a pull up on him. He has a choice- either wear underwear or go naked, but either way- he'll be using that potty.
He screamed. He stomped. He demanded. He did all that for THIRTY MINUTES. Finally- the screaming, stomping and demanding changed.
He wanted to wear underwear. So- we wore underwear. He used the potty all day long yesterday, only having one accident. He even pooped in the potty- without being asked! Yay Dylan!
So he's entitled to hugs and kisses, Dum Dums, a trip to the park, and a trip to a car show with Grandpa. Of course, we're not out of the woods yet- this morning we went through the same deal with the pull up versus underwear thing, but this time- he only screamed for 25 minutes. I'm still having him wear pull ups at night- I don't think he's ready for night training just yet.
4.03.2006
The Satisfaction Of A New Find
It's almost as good as walking into your favorite shoe store only to find out that they are having a half off, buy one get one sale. It sends shivers up your spine, and your clicking finger gets itchy and you just have to have whatever it is that you find.
I had one of those moments this morning. And lucky for me- it's a freebie. The Casual Collection by Christie.
I got lucky on this one. Sometimes, I get that feeling only to find out that there was a reason that the item was free in the first place. Not this morning! I drooled, I downloaded, I opened, and I'm happy. And now I'm going to be a Christie stalker.
Speaking of freebies- there's been even more talk around the boards about them. Now- it seems to be a piracy thing. Lots of good suggestions floating around on what to do about it- as well as many saying that maybe the freebies should stop. I don't see that happening. Too many generous personalities involved in this hobby. I really think that the only solution to this problem is for designers to think through their motives when it comes to freebies. My motives won't be the same as everybody else's motives.
The reason that keeps popping up is customer appreciation- we want to give back to the customers that support us or read our blogs or whatever. I think that there are other options that work just as well- coupon codes, free gift with purchase, etc. Another one being tossed around- customers want to sample our work. I like this one- and for this reason, will have at least one freebie available at TDC. But I don't see a need in changing it all that often, simply because it's just a sample of my work. Another option- a designer recently gave out a free sample that was basically one paper from each kit available on a CD. I like this idea. It's free, but it's not a full kit (or even a mini kit).
As for the piracy issues that keep coming up- it seems that the pirates who keep sharing our free kits do so because hey, it's free, therefore- it's not illegal. Wrong. If the TOU says 'no sharing', then you shouldn't be sharing it- end of discussion. I'm also loving reading about blacklists- apparently some designers are being blacklisted because they are standing up and protecting their work. Hey- if we have to be blacklisted in order to get people to stop sharing, that's fine with me.
I had one of those moments this morning. And lucky for me- it's a freebie. The Casual Collection by Christie.
I got lucky on this one. Sometimes, I get that feeling only to find out that there was a reason that the item was free in the first place. Not this morning! I drooled, I downloaded, I opened, and I'm happy. And now I'm going to be a Christie stalker.
Speaking of freebies- there's been even more talk around the boards about them. Now- it seems to be a piracy thing. Lots of good suggestions floating around on what to do about it- as well as many saying that maybe the freebies should stop. I don't see that happening. Too many generous personalities involved in this hobby. I really think that the only solution to this problem is for designers to think through their motives when it comes to freebies. My motives won't be the same as everybody else's motives.
The reason that keeps popping up is customer appreciation- we want to give back to the customers that support us or read our blogs or whatever. I think that there are other options that work just as well- coupon codes, free gift with purchase, etc. Another one being tossed around- customers want to sample our work. I like this one- and for this reason, will have at least one freebie available at TDC. But I don't see a need in changing it all that often, simply because it's just a sample of my work. Another option- a designer recently gave out a free sample that was basically one paper from each kit available on a CD. I like this idea. It's free, but it's not a full kit (or even a mini kit).
As for the piracy issues that keep coming up- it seems that the pirates who keep sharing our free kits do so because hey, it's free, therefore- it's not illegal. Wrong. If the TOU says 'no sharing', then you shouldn't be sharing it- end of discussion. I'm also loving reading about blacklists- apparently some designers are being blacklisted because they are standing up and protecting their work. Hey- if we have to be blacklisted in order to get people to stop sharing, that's fine with me.
4.01.2006
Maybe We're A Little Too Sensitive...
One reason that I love digital scrapbooking is the wonderful community. There are so many message boards, so many galleries, and I have yet to see a digital scrapbooker slam paper scrapbooking- in any way.
Things have changed in the three and a half years that I've been involved in this community. Message boards that were once predominantly paper are adding digital teams, galleries, tutorials. Paper scrappers are turning to digital scrapbookers for help answering questions. Threads slamming digital scrapbooking have pretty much disappeared (I'm sure that they still pop up from time to time, but I don't see them).
Today- A Cherry On Top published their April Newsletter. In that newsletter, there's this commentary on digital scrapbooking. I saw the link at 2Peas, and went to check it out.
I laughed. Seriously- this is a funny article. I began reading the comments- both at ACOT and at 2Peas and began to wonder something for myself.
Why are we so sensitive about this? It's a funny article. It's written by a paper scrapper who doesn't quite 'get it', but it's not written to be mean. It's her being honest about her feelings. She doesn't want to try digital scrapbooking (and hopefully nobody is forcing her), and she lists her reasons (in a hilarious manner) as to why she wants to stick to being a paste eater.
The comments. Oh boy, the comments. Now I'm wondering if maybe I should take a second look at that article- maybe I'm missing some underlying current of hostility of something. I re-read it. Three times. I laugh each time.
Nope- not seeing the hostility.
Now I'm left wondering if maybe we're a little too sensitive? Maybe we've seen too many people bash this hobby that we can't allow anyone to poke a little fun at themselves for not understanding it- or not even wanting to understand it. We need to poke fun at ourselves. We need to say 'ok, life isn't all that serious, and it really doesn't matter whether I'm a pixel pusher, a paste eater, biscraptual, or- heaven forbid- I don't scrap at all! *Gasp!*'
Yes- there are misconceptions about digital scrapbooking. Number one: you can be either a pixel pusher or a paste eater, you can't do both. *Buzzer noise, because I don't know how to write it* Wrong. You can be biscraptual. Being bi might mean that some layouts are paper, some are digital. Or it might be some sort of combination between the two, where each layout is part digital, part paper.
Another misconception: Digital scrapbookers don't print their layouts. *Buzzer noise again* Wrong, yet again. One of the beautiful things about being a pixel pusher is that my layouts can either sit on my hard drive, be burned to CD, or be printed and put in an album.
And I need to go clean my house really quick because apparently Mike is inviting people over. *Sigh*
Things have changed in the three and a half years that I've been involved in this community. Message boards that were once predominantly paper are adding digital teams, galleries, tutorials. Paper scrappers are turning to digital scrapbookers for help answering questions. Threads slamming digital scrapbooking have pretty much disappeared (I'm sure that they still pop up from time to time, but I don't see them).
Today- A Cherry On Top published their April Newsletter. In that newsletter, there's this commentary on digital scrapbooking. I saw the link at 2Peas, and went to check it out.
I laughed. Seriously- this is a funny article. I began reading the comments- both at ACOT and at 2Peas and began to wonder something for myself.
Why are we so sensitive about this? It's a funny article. It's written by a paper scrapper who doesn't quite 'get it', but it's not written to be mean. It's her being honest about her feelings. She doesn't want to try digital scrapbooking (and hopefully nobody is forcing her), and she lists her reasons (in a hilarious manner) as to why she wants to stick to being a paste eater.
The comments. Oh boy, the comments. Now I'm wondering if maybe I should take a second look at that article- maybe I'm missing some underlying current of hostility of something. I re-read it. Three times. I laugh each time.
Nope- not seeing the hostility.
Now I'm left wondering if maybe we're a little too sensitive? Maybe we've seen too many people bash this hobby that we can't allow anyone to poke a little fun at themselves for not understanding it- or not even wanting to understand it. We need to poke fun at ourselves. We need to say 'ok, life isn't all that serious, and it really doesn't matter whether I'm a pixel pusher, a paste eater, biscraptual, or- heaven forbid- I don't scrap at all! *Gasp!*'
Yes- there are misconceptions about digital scrapbooking. Number one: you can be either a pixel pusher or a paste eater, you can't do both. *Buzzer noise, because I don't know how to write it* Wrong. You can be biscraptual. Being bi might mean that some layouts are paper, some are digital. Or it might be some sort of combination between the two, where each layout is part digital, part paper.
Another misconception: Digital scrapbookers don't print their layouts. *Buzzer noise again* Wrong, yet again. One of the beautiful things about being a pixel pusher is that my layouts can either sit on my hard drive, be burned to CD, or be printed and put in an album.
And I need to go clean my house really quick because apparently Mike is inviting people over. *Sigh*
Those Crazy Kids
When my dad shows up, my kids go crazy. They start off by yelling 'Pahpaw!' and one of them always runs to me to say 'Pahpaw here!' It's a given.
This morning, I'm sitting at my computer, debating on just how difficult it would be to get up and get another cup of coffee (there are some mornings where I seriously consider setting the coffee maker up on my desk- it would be so much easier), when I hear the familiar rumble of some kid's car going down the alley. I think nothing of it- there are plenty of kids who think that 'loud muffler' means 'hot rod', and one of them drives up and down the alley at least four times a day. Then my kids start yelling 'Pahpaw!'
It then dawns on me. I have Dad's car- his regular car. I stand up. I look out the kitchen window. I see his El Camino. I start to giggle- because I realized that the loud muffler that went by my window was not the property of some seventeen year old kid with a mistaken concept of 'cool'- but my 48 year old father driving his baby. He was here to get his GPS out of his other car so that he can test his El Camino's guages (yeah- I don't quite get it either, it's just best to smile and nod and say 'cool' every so often).
I'm going out to my parents' house this afternoon to do some laundry. Apparently there's something wrong with the motor, and Mike needs to replace it. There's no telling when this will happen. The washing machine still washes- but it doesn't like the spin cycle. It's ok for washing small things- but I really, really, REALLY need to wash blankets today. I was actually hoping to get something done around the house this afternoon, but I don't see it happening. Oh- and I'd like to actually scrap something today, but again- I don't see it happening. Ugh.
This morning, I'm sitting at my computer, debating on just how difficult it would be to get up and get another cup of coffee (there are some mornings where I seriously consider setting the coffee maker up on my desk- it would be so much easier), when I hear the familiar rumble of some kid's car going down the alley. I think nothing of it- there are plenty of kids who think that 'loud muffler' means 'hot rod', and one of them drives up and down the alley at least four times a day. Then my kids start yelling 'Pahpaw!'
It then dawns on me. I have Dad's car- his regular car. I stand up. I look out the kitchen window. I see his El Camino. I start to giggle- because I realized that the loud muffler that went by my window was not the property of some seventeen year old kid with a mistaken concept of 'cool'- but my 48 year old father driving his baby. He was here to get his GPS out of his other car so that he can test his El Camino's guages (yeah- I don't quite get it either, it's just best to smile and nod and say 'cool' every so often).
I'm going out to my parents' house this afternoon to do some laundry. Apparently there's something wrong with the motor, and Mike needs to replace it. There's no telling when this will happen. The washing machine still washes- but it doesn't like the spin cycle. It's ok for washing small things- but I really, really, REALLY need to wash blankets today. I was actually hoping to get something done around the house this afternoon, but I don't see it happening. Oh- and I'd like to actually scrap something today, but again- I don't see it happening. Ugh.
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