Before & after

I thought I’d put up the before and after of the Tim Holtz stamp binder. This binder is embossed and distressable. There is a video of Tim on his site demonstrating how to paint and distress it, but I had to Kerrify mine. I used Adirondak paint daubers, Stazon ink, Grunge Board letters, Heidi Swapp bling hearts, and gimmer mist onth binder. It was fun to do and now all my clear stamps are in one place.

If I had a nickel…

self explanatory.

clipped from failblog.org

Mr. Break it

This is the fave of the layouts I’ve done this weekend. It’s Andrew’s attempt at fixing things he’s broken in our house. And yes, I’m wearing my pink ScapFest shirt and khaki capris.

Scrap fever

One of the symptoms of scrap fever is breaking out in red streaks. Megan got a little crazy with the paint.

Music man

The words say: that’s not what I meant when I said I’d like you to get into music, man.   Andrew wrapped an old mix tape around the sofa. I had to take a picture so I wouldn’t get mad; that’s one of my mom tricks.

Owls

EDIT: We came to the conclusion that the stamps belonged to Anna Bess and somehow ended up in my stamp tote when we went to Scrap ‘n On the River in July.  I knew I didn’t buy those things.

I hate owls, they’re creep city. Why did I buy these? Did I buy these stamps or is someone trying to give me a stroke?

Molly’s back to school layout

So, here’s the first layout I’ve done this weekend — this is about as basic as I get.

Scrapbook attire

Just to show y’all proper scrapbooking attire. Anna Bess is dressed for comfort, Stacy is dressed for a night out. I’m dressed almost identical to AB because we’re twins.

Apple vending machine

In Macy’s tonight we found an Apple vending machine! Ok, I’ve never seen it before, maybe they’re everywhere, I don’t know. I left my earbuds at home, so I used the vending machine. Check in out.

no sleep ’til Birmingham

Things were looking good for me last night, I finished packing my scrapbook stuff and got in bed at 11:30 — that’s early.  I tried really hard to sleep, really I did.  Sleep wouldn’t come.  So, I got out my laptop, tried to order a dress, didn’t order the dress; the ship date is next month.  Tried to find the dress at another online store, only Nordstrom carries the plus-sized line.  Of course.  Gave up on that, wrote an email, ripped pages out of scrapbook magazines for my inspiration journal, turned off the computer, looked at the ceiling.  I tried not to think of the bird or bat or ghost that’s in our attic.  At two, I decided to take some Benadryl, got back in bed and closed my eyes.  The last time I looked at the clock it was a quarter ’til 3.  At 4 am on the dot, Katie and Andrew sound like a herd of elephants coming in our room.  Here’s how the rest of my night went.

• 4am tell Katie and Andrew to get back in bed.
• 4:15 tell Katie the smoke detector is a good thing and will not talk to her like the one in the movie they showed at school.  Tell Andrew to get out our bathroom 20 times
• 4:30 give up on them getting back in their beds, tell them to get in bed with me
• 4:30-5:30 tell Andrew to stop playing with Scott’s alarm clock, to get his feet out of Katie’s face, to get back in bed, to stop touching my hair, to stop getting all the way under the covers, to stop touching my face, tell him my boobs are not hills to launch his imaginary rocket from, tell him to lay down, tell him to lay down, tell him to lay down; tell Katie to ignore Andrew
• 5:30 tell the kids I’ve had it and they better lay down and be quiet because we have 45 more minutes to try to sleep.
• 5:30-6 wonder to myself why we thought three was a good number of children to have.  Can’t think of a single reason why.  Ponder selling kids to the circus.  Ponder taking a sabbatical from mommyhood.
• 6 throw the covers back, jump out of bed and dramatically announce that we’re getting up, ’cause I can’t take it anymore.
• 6:02 Scott calls, asking how my night went.  Close eyes, count to 10, and calmly tell him I have not slept and that Katie and Andrew…he tells me he’ll call me right back.  Throw the phone on the bed, say every curse word I can think of in my head, not outloud because the two sleep theives are looking at me.

I hope your night went much better than mine.  At 9 am I’ll be dropping off Andrew at MDO and will not see my hubs or munchkins ’til Sunday afternoon.  At this point, I don’t care if I get a layout finished or not, I just want to sleep alone and not have to use concealer for the circles under my tired blue eyes.

Y’all have a good weekend, I know I plan to.