Big Sale for the Scrappers!

Ok this is for all you scrappers who read...
Memorable Seasons is having a HUGE sale starting today....

ALL Stamps,inks, etc 50% off!
ALL Patterned Paper, 70% off!

If you are not a scrapbooker, this may mean nothing to you... BUT if you are, this means, you should stop reading this now and go fill up a cart with these goodies fast, before they are gone!!

Ok, back to post Christmas celebrating!

so, you wanna know...

You want to know why I am such a champion of blog slacktivity...

It is because my brain is gone.

For real.

Missing.

No longer with us. (well, me)

Out of here.

Hit the road.

Adios Muchachos. (goodnight irene)

It is gone...

I now do things like this...

Mail packages to myself. Yeah, it is true. I addressed a priority box to my nephew, with his street address, and my town, state, and zip. I was grossly embarrassed when the lovely mail carrier that brought it back introduced himself to me... because we go to church together! ACK!!!!! I am sure I have just jumped to his "airhead list". The best part... in my trash in the office, there sits a correctly addressed mailing label. I threw it out and re-wrote it because it didn't look "neat" enough. Being anal, it really pays off. I had to take the box back and pay to mail it again...

see brain.

see brain go.

brain is gone.

bye brain...

Proof#2 -

I went to buy my lovely husband chocolate ice cream for his birthday. Well, thanks to my mother and her curious ways, I cannot take the front box,bottle,container, etc. of anything in any store at anytime. If I am buying deodorant, milk, butter, it does not matter... I reach past the first one and take the one behind it... or if we need to be really safe, I go two or three deep. Yep, sadly this even applies to greeting cards. (you think i am kidding... all of my sisters will vouch for me!) So.... I grab the chocolate ice cream behind the first one...

and got it home

and put it in the freezer

only to discover

it was butter pecan.

I have been married to a chocoholic long enough to know that vanilla ice cream laced with pecans is in no way, shape or form, a viable substitute for chocolate. Telling Micah my mistake was highly embarrassing.

So, in closing...

well, there is no closing, I already told you I lost my brain. I am certifiably stupid.

but i still remember how to upload scrap stuff...

These were all made with October Afternoon's Paper line called "WeatherVane" from Memorable Seasons. BTW, Jill is having a HUGE sale starting December 26th... go HERE for all the details! :)

Hold your Breath...

I have been informed that I have not updated this blog enough lately... sorry. You can blame the three small children who walk behind me at all times saying Mom, mommy and mamamamamamama... Sadly I think Alden now calls milk "Mama". I feel cheated at being replaced by a beverage, but oh well...

So, many who know me, know that, I am not a big fan of the mall. I loathe the crime laden parking lot, the crowds, the teens who look like call girls. Seriously, the last time I went I thought, wow, the hookers must be using the mall for a pick up spot now. Then, said hookers hopped on their middle school field trip bus. Oh, my mistake.

Anyhoo... Me, the mall, not a love relationship. Alas, one Friday, we were there. It was approximately 3:30 in the afternoon, and the crowds were insane. Clearly, the mall was not a spot where reporters would be yapping about the recession. After getting a watch fixabroked... yeah, that is a new word. It is when you take a very lovely, expensive watch to have the battery replaced, the woman takes it in the back to do so, and you hear "POUND POUND POUND" echoing loudly through the store. She returns, your battery, not in, and says, "Did you know your crystal was broken?"

Seriously? Do I look this dumb? I looked and her, and without any hint of humor said, "No, no it was NOT broken when I came in here."

She never said another word, she just packed it up to send it off for fixing. I could not believe she tried to blame me after hearing her pounding the crap out of it in the back. I remained pleasant because A) I want my watch back and B)There was clearly no manager around to complain to anyway. That is the reason for the new word, fixabroked.

Now, onto the real reason for this post:

Holding your breath.

We make our next stop in the mall of doom, Micah goes inside and I am left in the front of the store with Alden, who is in his stroller. I spoke to a young dad in there, also with a baby in a stroller.

Well, after a couple minutes of parental back and forth small talk... "How old is he?", "Look at that hair!", "He is so cute", his wife appears and he heads into the back to look around. She and I begin the chatter only, now... now the chatter is not so good.

"Aw," I say, "your little guy looks sleepy!"

She says...

"Yeah, is sick. He has a little pneumonia." (Um, mental note, little and pneumonia, not really two words I put together.)

"Really?" I say.

"Yeah," she coughs. More coughing, then, "He got it from me, I have been sick for like two, (cough, hack, cough) weeks. It turns out I have a contagious type of pneumonia." (cough, cough, cough.)

WHAT???????????

You just told me you have contagious pneumonia, gave it to your baby, and coming to the MALL seemed like a good idea? REALLY????????????

I think it was then, that I took the first big breath... and held it. She kept talking and I kept taking little tiny steps backward, turning Alden ever so slightly away.

Thankfully, Micah came out and paid and we left the pneumonia family behind. As we go to get on the elevator, I tell Micah about the potential germ exposure... Over his shoulder, at the same moment we hear the ding of the elevator, they appear...

to join us.

in the elevator.

the very small elevator

where we will be trapped

and forced to breath the same pneumonia infested air.

"Haha, we are really not following y'all," jokes the husband.

Yeah, you aren't but your PNEUMONIA germs are!!!!!!!
I took one more big breath before boarding and was only able to communicate via a grin, a thumbs up or a nod. I was not letting that breath out for anything. We finally get off the germ express, and I fall out, gasping for fresh air... they are still behind us, and all I can hear is ...

cough

hack

cough

hack

Finally the pneumonia family made their way down a different hall.

As we walked to the car, I told Micah I felt my lungs were filling up with fluid.

He looked at me, scowled, and said, "Jude, you cannot catch and develop pneumonia in five minutes."

Ok, whatever...
The moral of the story is the mall is no place for me or anyone not capable of taking large breaths for long amounts of time.

Here are some pages from December Daily Album... click to enlarge. I have more days done, but I am too lazy to get them scanned at this point in time. :)

The cover:

Day one:

Day 2:

Day 1&2, this is how they look layered:

Day 3:

Day4:

Day 5:

Day 6:

Day 7: