Donna's Blog Challenge!

Name 5 favorite television shows:
Earl
2-1/2 Men
How I met Your Mother
HGTV's Design Star
Deadliest Catch

Name 4 favorite memories:
Wildflowers surrounding my breakfast dish on my birthday
My wedding day
Our trip to Alaska
Sitting on the beach at the shore house

Name 3 things you want to do before you die:
Live forever
See every state
get a tattoo

Give 2 names that you would use NOW if you were going to have a new addition to the family:
Human? Lauren, Robert Gabriel

Name the one thing that you're working on now to improve your life:
Oh please. I'm so neurotic that nothing will help.

Random thoughts...

Ok. I'm trying it. Janelle is the master of this, so I hope I don't just sound like an idiot.

I have realized that I am a very lazy person. I am also a procrastinator. This is a VERY bad combination.

I like quiet. Right now my house is totally silent. No tv, no radio... nobody is home except me and the only sound is the keyboard... I like noise when I scrap though. I like to play music. Sometimes it's Queen Latifah Sings the Blues, and sometimes it's Yerba Buena.

I no longer listen to the radio in my car. ONLY cd's. I don't like to hear talking. This happened all of a sudden.

I don't like paintings with faces. They ascare me and give me funny feelings in my tummy.

I like wine. I like the buzz it gives me. I am drinking wine right now as I type. I should be using a straw because red wine will stain your teeth worse than almost anything else.

My teeth are very white right now. The deep bleaching worked very well.

I just RAK'd 8-1/2 pounds of patterned paper to Rebecca. It made me feel really good to do that. She is so nice to everyone and always remembers everyone's birthdays with a card...

I don't like to drive. Period. If I can be driven it is a good thing. If I were rich that's the first thing I would do. Hire a chauffeur.

I love to garage sale, but I love to go with Bobby. I went alone this morning and it was not nearly as fun. Even though we bust each other's chops the entire time we're sale-ing, it's just more fun. I didn't find any treasures.

I hate to get gasoline. And I live in a state where we're not allowed to pump our own. So why do I hate it? And I'll hate it even more if I ever have to pump it.

Kat has suggested that I sabotage my washing machine so I can get a new one. This one is almost 30 years old and stalls almost EVERY time I use it. I'm tired of it. But if I push Bobby he will get crabby and defensive. It has to be HIS idea to go. (sigh)

I would like to take a vacation on a houseboat for a week.

I am planning on buying the new Harry Potter book tomorrow at WalMart. If they have it. If they don't I will probably order it and avoid all threads, articles and news reports about it. But I just know the ending will leak out and I'll hear it somewhere...

I only like to vacuum when I'm mad. Otherwise it's just a pain.

That is all.

Favorite print!

Ok Jeanne - thanks for the help - this print hangs in my bedroom above my bed. It's my absolute favorite!!

Andrew Wyeth's Master Bedroom

Tagged...

Ok. Lynnie tagged me last week while I was away, so here is my post. Unfortunately, I assume that everyone I could possibly tag has been tagged already, so I'm not tagging. Should you be reading this and would LIKE to be tagged, please let me know. :-)

From Lynnie:

Instructions: These are the rules…. each player starts with 7 random facts about themselves on their Blog. People who are tagged need to blog 7 facts about themselves and post the rules as well. At the end of their blog list 7 people you are tagging. Let them know that they are tagged by leaving them a comment.

SEVEN RANDOM TIGGER FACTS THAT EVERYONE KNOWS ALREADY:

1) I'm deathly ascared of bowtie pasta. It makes me PHYSICALLY GAG. The name, the look, the taste.

2) I will NEVER make a left turn if not necessary. If I can make 3 rights and get there, I will.

3) I wanted to marry a horse when I was 5. When I was 6 I wanted to marry Dick Tracy.

4) I was extremely shy in high school. I had NO friends other than Mary Kay. I rarely dated, but had a terrible reputation. Can't imagine why.

5) I still talk to Chip like he's alive.

6) Bobby says I look better with beach hair and beach makeup but I'm not comfortable like this and will probably resort to hairspray and eyeliner within a day or so.

7) I have come to the realization that if a product has the name "Tim Holtz" on it, I own it.

Thinking...

of something to write about. I'm way overdue. I'd love to do random thoughts like Janelle. But I can't do it as well as she can so I'm afraid I'd sound like an idiot.



Ok. MORE of an idiot. (insert rolling eye emoticon HERE)



So I'll just update you all on my life.



We spend a week at the shore last week. EXCELLENT week. Good weather, good friends. The house is incredible, and right on the beach. We're there with the owners, our friends Roy and Claudia, and their 2 boys.



Well, they're not boys anymore. NOT that they're girls. They're GROWN up. They're MEN. Oh boy are they men.



:-)



Here's Adam.



Yeah. It was a tough week.












So the days started with mimosas, then frozen margaritas or daqurias daquarias red drinks.

Then Jerry Springer. Rite of passage. Yell at the tv - SKANK HO SKANK HO. (I really think you need to be there to appreciate this)

Anyway, it's a great week, and one that we do at LEAST every other year. And have been for about 15 years now.

So now I'm home, and Bobby is off in Ohio shooting groundhogs. Yes. Groundhogs. Don't ask. So I'm playing with my Dawgs and scrapping.

Julie came and stayed overnight, and Niki came up - we had a blast. Kay came over and joined us and while we SHOULD have been scrapping, we talked instead.

Ok, now I'm even boring myself. Does anyone really care? No. Only me. But it's my blog so if I want to bore you I will. (insert neener emoticon HERE)

The Tim Holtz Story...

First let me start off by saying HELLO KAT. (I promised) lol

So let's see... it all began in July of 2005. I was SO sick... I had the cox's. My throat was on fire with red blisters, I had a fever of OVER 103º, pink eye in BOTH eyes, sinus infection, ear infection... YOU name it, I had it. I was MISERABLE.

Seriously, I was NEVER so sick before. I had MAJOR surgery - survived cancer - and I wasn't as sick as this.

I was on the couch. I had the tv on. I was even too sick to go on SL. (Now you KNOW how sick I was) I had HGTV on, which is my norm. I was dozing on and off... in and out of coherency. (HEY I was feverish - NO making fun of me)

I heard Carol Duvall announce "Welcome back Tim Holtz from Ranger Industries!".

My eyes shot open. I raised my feverish head and stared at my tv. This was the FIRST time I'd seen him. I'd been using his products, but never saw his face before.

As my eyes focused, I saw how adorable he was... (and still is of course!!) and how freaking NICE he was.

Maybe it was the fever... maybe it was the fact that I was half asleep, but dammit I just thought WHAT A GREAT GUY, and that's how I became a Tim Holtz Fanatic.

Of course, now that I know him better, I know it wasn't the fever or the sleepiness. He really IS a great guy.

So I dragged myself off the couch and went into the computer room. I logged into SL and told everyone that I was IN love. As much as I could talk about him over the next few months, I did. Every time I got the opportunity I worked his name into a post. Sometimes for no reason what-so-ever. I posted on his Junkitz blog that I was his #1 fan.

And all of a sudden, one cold day in January, I got a call from Jeanne.

"Tigger - You HAVE to get online right now."

"WHY??"

"Tim Holtz is ON ScrapLove!!"

OMG. Well, I was getting dinner on the table and I KNEW Bobby wouldn't look kindly on me running into the computer room and getting online. Can everyone say DIVORCE????

So I ate and calmly went in afterwards to the computer. Signed on. Son of a gun if he wasn't still there.

And there was a pm waiting for me. FROM him. FROM Tim Holtz. THE Tim Holtz. Yeah right. I'm frantically pm'ing Donna. She's pm'ing back. We're debating if this is really him or not. We decide it's not. We decide it's someone f'ing with me.

So I pm "Tim" back. I tell "him" off. I tell "him" that I don't believe for a MINUTE that it's really him, and "good joke" on me. I actually got a bit testes. I believe I may have used curse words.

He pm's me back. "what can I do to make you believe it's me?"

I had no idea how.

So what does he do? He puts a shout out to ScrapLove and to me on his website.

OMG you should have seen my face. I just told off Tim Holtz.

So with my tail between my legs (hahaha Tigger reference, get it?) I pm and email him. Apologizing.

He graciously accepts my apology and tells me that I really made him laugh. THAT made me happy.

Of course, now it sinks in that I am PM'ING and emailing with Tim Freaking HOLTZ. Does life get much better than this????

So every once in a while I shoot off a Hello Tim Holtz email. Just saying hi and telling him I'm thinking about him. And he ALWAYS writes back...

He even let me interview him for a Blue Light Special. I thought that I had DIED and gone to HEAVEN. He's too cool.

AND a nice guy. I luff him dearly. He even let Lynnie get him set up with a sign that says I luff Tigger. Of course, that's been my avatar FOREVER now. And I don't think I'll EVER get rid of that...

Thank you Tim Holtz.

The Story of The Dawg

Donna said I had to update my blog. She was right. I've neglected it.

SO I tried to think of something I wanted to talk about. I decided I'd talk about the Dawg. OK?

But I need to talk about background first... I was scrapbooking around a year when we finally got a computer at home. I was an internet novice. Bobby said "why don't you try searching for stuff about this scrapbooking stuff you do?". So I did. Of course, when you google "scrapbooking" you get a LOT of choices.

What made me choose to click on Scrapbook.com? NO idea. It was a shot in the dark. But I've never regretted it - can you imagine if I clicked on 2peas?? I think they would have eaten me up and spit me out within 2 hours. LOL

After lurking for a week or so, I finally got up the nerve to make a post, and then BIG nerve to make my own THREAD... EEK. I am NOT lying when I tell you I refreshed my screen for 15 minutes straight, sitting here in a complete panic that nobody would post on my thread.

But of course they did. Silly Tigger.

And then I got my first pm. From DaSchnauz. And off we went. There were some days that all we'd do is pm. We barely posted!! And I met Barb, and then Donna... and we all clicked, yet not as one group. We all "knew" each other, but there was no "cell" at that point. That came much later.

Things got a bit tense at the site, and Cheryl dragged me kicking and screaming over to ScrapLove. IN turn I dragged DaSchnauz kicking and screaming.

It was a good run. We had fun... I met some incredible friends that I cherish deeply. We started cropping together - driving and flying to see each other... The Lovelies were unbeatable.

But then things started going sour. I was unhappy, and of course I ran to DaSchnauz... who was also unhappy... and I also talked to Donna, who was also unhappy, and also Barb and yada yada yada...

We started emailing to discuss our unhappiness. There were trust issues happening on the site, and we felt email was the safest route... :-)

That dates back to February of '06. After a couple of months like that, we started pressuring DaSchnauz into creating a site for us. We were a happy little cell, and content. We had our friends at the Love and each other. We saw each other through some extremely trying times - and we each know that we have each other's backs. For any reason, any time, anywhere. (although I still insist they only keep me around for comic relief.)

Finally DaSchnauz made DaSite. And it was nice. It was just the 4 of us. And slowly, as the kinks of the software became smaller, we invited some of our Lovelies to join us. And we told them, start putting the word out... and more came. And more. And then we had a happy little family again.

It's a tight bunch.

The final breakup with ScrapLove wasn't pretty. The rest of the cell tried to warn me, but again I was SO naive. Dammit. Spent a lot of days crying. But then I was able to get really really really (REALLY) mad and that REALLY helped.

ScrapDawgs is my home base. It's ours. It's the place I go when I want to laugh. We may not be a strong scrapbooking site - although we DO post in forums other than the Pound. Honest. We don't get many new people. I think it's too tight to look like a welcoming board. I don't mean that in a bad way. There's just so much history between all of us, so much luff, so many inside jokes...

Want to laugh? GO to the Dawg. If I need scrapbooking talk, challenges, contests and stuff like that, I can hit Scrapbook.com, or Sherri's site...

Ahhh. Have I talked enough? Donna? Meet your approval for an update? :evil6: