Author: Dina

I’ve been up to something…

A layout using custom graph paper from this site…too fun.

So that’s what I’ve been doing wrong all these years:

See more here. Yeah, they’re rude & irreverent but they’re perfect for a Friday giggle.

I’m either on the ball & scrapping/arting a lot, or I’m doing nothing. The last few weeks have been of the "nothing" variety. Aargh. So…for this post, let’s fall back on the old technical writer’s crutch, the bulleted list…

• If I put my iPod on shuffle, these are the first 10 songs that pop up. Don’t judge me.
  Smooth Criminal – Alien Ant Farm
  Feel – Matchbox 20
  Lost – Annie Lennox
  Layla – Eric Clapton
  Too Late – Fisher
  All for Believing – Missy Higgins
  Only a Dream – Mary Chapin Carpenter
  The Remedy – Jason Mraz
  Mystery – Indigo Girls
  Paralyzer – Finger Eleven
  
• Songs I’m currently addicted to but didn’t pop up in the first-10-shuffle: Rain by Patty Griffin, Southbound Train by John Foreman, Breathless by Emm Gryner, In Your Eyes (cover) by Sara Barielles, Call for You by The Side Project.
• Remember that darn bubble game I posted? I finally cleared the board so I am swearing it off. No more bubble game.
• I’ve stared at this last bullet for 10 minutes and have absolutely nothing of interest to put here. Guess it’s time to unload the dishwasher.

This week is kicking my derriere. So I get it out on paper and I feel better for a bit.

Inspired by the amazing Sarah Bowen’s "Best of Me" challenge…

[Setting: boys are walking out the door to roller-blade.]

Boys (to each other): C’mon, let’s go, hurry up!

Me (shouting from the other room): Have fun, don’t leave the the garage door open!

Boys: Okay!….[Then, to each other] What did she say?

I am finally emerging from the calorie/Wii/wrapping-paper-bits coma I’ve been in the last few days. I have projects due so today I must look alive. I also must stop playing THIS maddening little flash game. Don’t start playing it, it will suck you in. I warned you…

Hope your holiday was happy and peaceful!

Forced myself to sit down & scrap something. And um, yeah, I want my thighs from 1984 back.