Do you think you can find the location of the secret room? See if you know where it is!
Do you remember when Green Stamps were around?
Okay...I may not be the first, but they are pretty darn yummy, if I do say so myself!
Where do those missing socks go and how do I find them?
Regarding the earthquake in Japan...
A couple of days is plenty of time to recoup from a mini-meltdown...
I am a woman with a dilemma. As I stood in my barely useable kitchen, having to move a stack of chairs with a giant cardboard xBox character (as a mom, I’m not so hip) brandishing a weapon stacked nearly to the ceiling (the character, not me), to put brownies in the oven (I am running a day late) for my 19-year old’s birthday dessert, wanting to have a day of rest but knowing that I should seriously start cleaning (or is that start serious cleaning…on the Sabbath, no less!), wanting desperately to take a nap but knowing that no one else will hear the timer go off, let alone go pull the browines out of the oven, all the while wondering how I ever got myself into this situation and how I will ever get out. It reminds me of that old black and white silent film series, “The Perils of Pauline” – and no, that isn’t from my era. But I feel much like a damsel in distress, tied to the railroad track with a train speeding towards me or maybe I’ve been tied to big log and I’m headed towards the giant saw (oh…that sounds like it came from a more current movie that I will not watch); or maybe I’ve been blindfolded and tied up and kidnapped by wild Indians (in the form of my family) and tossed
…and the winner is: Shannan Davies! Congratulations! Please send me a private message via Facebook with your address and I will get the package on its way to you! Speaking of envelopes…I have to admit it – I didn’t watch the Academy Awards this year…at all. I usually don’t tune in until the very end of the show most years anyway, but this year I TOTALLY blew it off. It is rare that I have ever even seen half the movies. This time, I had actually gone to the theater for two – Toy Story 3 and Inception (both of which I loved, for very different reasons) and Megan got The Social Network from Netflix, so I watched it before she sent it back…I liked it okay. Time is in too high demand to spend it (and the exorbitant price of a ticket) watching a movie that I will very likely be disappointed in. I was anxious for Toy Story 3 and resistant to Inception (I don’t always like DiCaprio) but forced myself to go on a date – I am sure that it was at the bargain matinee ticket price – and I was pleasantly surprised at how it kept me guessing. To me, one criteria for “good movie” status comes if there can be animated conversation about it afterwards. Regardless, the Academy Awards hasn’t held my attention for quite some time. So…speaking
All you need is some white seam binding and Glimmer Mist in your favorite colors and you can make your own custom color ribbon!
So…I was at CHAW (a craft and hobby trade show) last month. I was handing out business/contact cards to people that I knew from ages ago and some I was meeting for the first time. It reads: just helen and included my name, my typepad blogsite, email address and phone number. It’s what you do at trade shows…make contact with people/companies and “ooo” and “ah” over wonderful new product and tools. So, I was in the EK booth and ran into Larry, who I have known pretty much since I got involved with the business end of scrapbooking. (When I first worked with scrapbooking.com and he was with Chatterbox, I would try to sell him banner space for the website.) Anyway, our paths have crossed many times over the years and at least once a year at trade shows. When he read my card, he looked puzzled and asked, “Just Helen? What? Did you get a divorce?”. Huh??? What the heck was he talking about? Since when do people go around handing out cards at a trade show announcing their changed marital status? Or maybe they do – but not in my world! In an industry that sees yearly change in company faces (small companies get sucked up by big corporations, artists change their licensing agreements with vendors, individuals change jobs with competitors, and others partner up to expand their production capabilities) I suppose