scrappy weekend

After doing my exam and everything last week, this weekend I dedicated a large portion of it to me. I put a lot of things on hold (including the housework!) so that I could scrap to my hearts content. Unfortunately, now that I'm writing on here it's too dark to photograph the layouts properly as they look better in natural light, so I will try and put them up later in the week.

My sister called me last night to tell me she didn't like the picture I had put of her on Facebook - I can't think why...


Spoke to quite a few peeps about what they plan to do on NSD - I lack the opportunity to go to an organised scrap of any kind so I will be honouring the day in my own scrappy way. My boyfriend has suggested the idea of a synchronised scrap: the idea being that a group of 'net friends' all scrap for a designated couple of hours and then upload what they have done to show everyone else, and then everyone comments on them.

Bless him, I never thought he took that much notice of what seems to take over our entire house!!

chair for my craft room

One day, I will own a chair just like this one from Anthropologie.

I will.

reasons to be happy...

• exam over
• it's friday
• two blissfully free days to spend with Ken
• new scrapbooking supplies arrived
• new pics calling out to be used
• latest issue of Scrapbook Inspirations dropped through letterbox this morning
• full belly of yummy chinese food for dinner
• money in the bank: payday today
  

national scrapbooking day should be a bank holiday

What are you planning to do for National Scrapbooking Day on 5th May? Here are a few ideas...

exam fever

I have an exam on Thursday.
My head hurts.

Rational ways to deal with this situation:

• claim sudden amnesia
  
• change my identity
  
• leave the country
• leave the planet
  

Why am I writing on here instead of revising?

"We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated."
-Maya Angelou-

...I will try to remember this.

26 today

Too many alcoholic smoothies equals hangover equals very good birthday!!!

Check out my new birthday shoes Ken bought for me:

I am so in love with these right now.

birthday eve

As tomorrow is my birthday, Ken and I booked today off work and went out. He took me to Frankie & Benny's for lunch, and then he took me scrapbook shopping!! Alcoholic smoothies are the order of the day so we dusted off the smoothie maker and stocked up the drinks cupboard.

Merry (almost) birthday to me!!!

fruity

This is so cool - got the idea from Elise (thanx). Check it out here.

hard crimes

So Tammy told me this story about how she almost got arrested yesterday for drinking in the street. As three burly policeman slid the door back on a S*W*A*T style van and leapt out, Tammy claimed that she thought it was okay for them to drink there as it was "just a piece of grass". The reasoning behind this claim? We'll never know. Thankfully the police realised that the time and effort it would take to jail our little Tamasina was not worth it and she was spared life as a convict. This time.

proud of me

I want to record this feeling: proud. It is not a feeling I have often, not of myself anyway, as I never seem to reach the high expectations I set myself.

But... yesterday a certificate came in the post for part of my Finance diploma and I received the grade distinction; and today I recieved the grade for an essay I wrote for the Health & Social Care certificate I am studying online and I got 94%.

Proud is such a little word for how I feel today.

forces to be reckoned with

There is something out there intent on reminding me to call my friend Tammy. All day I have seen references to her:

• a lorry with Tamworth written across it
• a map open at the page of a town called Tamworth
• an advert for Tam airlines
  
• Tammy Wynette singing on the radio
• chocolate fondue (well, only Tammy herself will understand that one)

There are forces at work and I just wanted to let them know: I hear you. I'm dialling her number right now...

home

This is a picture of the new house mini album I made when Ken & I moved in together last October. Both sides are used and it is filled with choice pics & journalling that I know i'll want to remember in the future. It also fits very neatly into a handy box I had lying around (shown below - apologies for poor quality of pic).

calculated error

Home for lunch after my Wednesday morning Finance course before heading off to work, and something is bothering me. This morning in college I spent almost an hour on one section of my current course. The reason for this? I could not get the figures to add up to what I know they should have been. Now I like numbers. I love their order and the control I (usually) have over them, and the fact that there is always a solution if you look hard enough. I find it satisfying to do in the midst of the chaos we call life.

But today I realised something: calculators lie.

After the hour I spent on the problem I made a cup of tea and silently ranted for a short while, then went back to it. When I looked at the problem afresh I realised that there was no way numbers with zeros at the end could come to a total with an eight at the end. Ever. A mathmatical impossiblilty. Yet my calculator seemed to think it was an exception to this rule. So I threw it out the window. And I felt better. But it got me to thinking how much we rely on things such as calculators. Because when it really comes down to it, I didn't need it. I sat down and worked it out with a pencil and paper. And I felt better.

welcome home

I have my car back after five long days without it and I feel great. How I lived before I drove i'll never know - it has been like missing a limb (not to trivualise that particular ailment). But now we are together again. It may be old and rusted and I will likely be cursing it when the bill comes in, but for this moment it is an old friend welcomed on its return.

I like the safe feeling I have of knowing it's just outside, waiting for me should I need it. Like those times when you have to have chocolate.

At 3am.

Today felt like a quiet day. I didn't feel much like talking and kept very much to myself at work.

Enjoyed living in my own head for a day.

the beginning

Having recently discovered blogging I realise I have subconsciously been doing this all my life. Like a diary kept in my head, I 'write' things as they have happened, analysing them and commenting on them later. Sometimes it's like I see myself as part of a movie - there are even soundtracks for some events. So blogging seems like an extension of this.

Except others can now see the movie.

But I find it calming to be able write my thoughts down and see them in black & white. Sort of like spring cleaning for the brain.