Buffalo Gal

A friend is threatening scrapbook intervention. But I don't have a problem and I'm not in denial.
Yes, it may be true that every time I change the tape on my broken toes there are small pieces of trimmed photos and mounting paper stuck to any exposed tape. But that's only because my good vacuum cleaner is still in Georgia.
And I didn't just go to the Sticker Planet website because I was having a really bad day. There are simply some stickers that can not be found in the local area and the prices are excellent. I mean really, what kind of human being could find emotional gratification in themed stickers?
So maybe my heart races a little each time I open the mailbox waiting for the freelance check that will buy the Skizzix dies I need to go with the press I bought (at an amazing sale price) last week.
It's perfectly normal to be sitting in church for my niece's First Holy Communion noticing how I have the perfect shade of border paper to compliment the blue drapings in the church.. and which pictures I'll still need to take to complete a kick-ass Communion spread.
I'll admit to some anxiety in not being able to secure black and natural strap binding refill pages in the local market. Particularly when my "consultant" is out of town and not taking orders.
It was a little scary driving among the rows of mini-vans at Connor's soccer practice last night looking for my cousin Cheryl's van.
I finally knocked on her window and she motioned me in. I returned her star punch and gave her a new border package. She slipped me two sheets of black and two natural to tide me over until my dealer, er.. consultant... gets back in town.
We talked about the spreads we were working on in the privacy of her front seat while balls bounced and kids ran around the car. I went home and cropped until I couldn't keep my eyes open.
I don't have a problem.
If you don't believe me, just ask Cheryl.

Copyright 2005 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (1) Share on Facebook		2005-05-04 12:41 PM Scoring the stuff A friend is threatening scrapbook intervention. But I don't have a problem and I'm not in denial. Yes, it may be true that every time I change the tape on my broken toes there are small pieces of trimmed photos and mounting paper stuck to any exposed tape. But that's only because my good vacuum cleaner is still in Georgia. And I didn't just go to the Sticker Planet website because I was having a really bad day. There are simply some stickers that can not be found in the local area and the prices are excellent. I mean really, what kind of human being could find emotional gratification in themed stickers? So maybe my heart races a little each time I open the mailbox waiting for the freelance check that will buy the Skizzix dies I need to go with the press I bought (at an amazing sale price) last week. It's perfectly normal to be sitting in church for my niece's First Holy Communion noticing how I have the perfect shade of border paper to compliment the blue drapings in the church.. and which pictures I'll still need to take to complete a kick-ass Communion spread. I'll admit to some anxiety in not being able to secure black and natural strap binding refill pages in the local market. Particularly when my "consultant" is out of town and not taking orders. It was a little scary driving among the rows of mini-vans at Connor's soccer practice last night looking for my cousin Cheryl's van. I finally knocked on her window and she motioned me in. I returned her star punch and gave her a new border package. She slipped me two sheets of black and two natural to tide me over until my dealer, er.. consultant... gets back in town. We talked about the spreads we were working on in the privacy of her front seat while balls bounced and kids ran around the car. I went home and cropped until I couldn't keep my eyes open. I don't have a problem. If you don't believe me, just ask Cheryl. Copyright 2005 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (1) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top