March 28, 2008
March 27, 2008
Okay, enough bitching.
Trevor and Andy have been enjoying a week off of school for Spring Break. I am happy to tell you that aside from the naptime candy caper previously reported, there has been virtually no hanky panky to blog about. Lots of "I'm too old for this" comments from Nana, but no hanky panky. Then again, I bet I just jinxed myself. There are 4 more days of vacation left before Monday after all.
Mabel is finally rounding the bend toward healthy highway. She's halfway through her 3rd type of antibiotic and hopefully the ear infection and almost-pneumonia are almost gone. Her eczema is very clear for now (except for a spot on her jawline that is almost always there) and her diaper rash from the Neutramigen is about 99% gone. I am thrilled. That little hippanus is a work out!
Judy's word of the day: Harbinger
1 archaic : a person sent ahead to provide lodgings
2 a: one that pioneers in or initiates a major change : precursor b: one that presages or foreshadows what is to come
Used by Judy last night to describe something on American Idol. A harbinger of all things - to describe something on American Idol. Simon made some comment and she says, "I wonder if that's a harbinger." Except she didn't pronouce it correctly (I still love her, but alas, she said har-bING-er. Not correct.) and I didn't understand what she was trying to say. So it became a moment.
Since I was so very painfully plain on Easter Sunday AND since I endured what amounted to a courtroom coma yesterday, I decided it was high time I started taking care of myself and have a little fun. On a whim, I called up one of my favorite spa salons in town and lucked out with a same day appointment. I went in for a trim but decided to go with highlights while I was there. The girl doing my hair was an angel sent from hair heaven. Sent to show me the way. And tell me it was OKAY to color my hair. I deserve it!!! So, I sat through a Kerastase conditioning treatment, a vigorous shampoo in the massage chair and enjoyed a mocha latte while my hair lifted it's way with an oxygen "hair facial". It felt like royal treatment. I even got to read fashion mags while I was there!!! I was so excited I sent Lulu a picture of my latte! Why haven't I been taking care of myself?!?! I am no longer revolving around in anyone else's world (and since my kids are MY world, they don't count), I'll tell you that much!
I'm going to be nasty though and not post a pic until tomorrow. Sorry!
I was feeling quite the mojo, so on the way home I stopped and found a couple of shirts on sale at Banana Republic that I loved. I also stopped into Sephora, but couldn't bring myself to spend that kind of money on foundation, especially when I didn't love it. I even went home and filed my nails after the kids were in bed.
Tonight is Survivor (which Trevor is SO excited he'll be able to stay up and watch), clear polish on the fingers, and something hot and fun on the toes! I might even shave my legs tomorrow! Oooh, someone STOP ME!
March 24, 2008
Once I have edited my photos, I decide which photos to scrap. I send those to print at Walmart (I greatly dislike Target's digital processing, blech!). When the pictures have printed, I set aside some time on my schedule (usually an evening, after kids' bedtime) to plan pages.
First, a photo of Mabel at about 3 weeks. I love this picture. It makes me feel smooshy and fuzzy inside.
I use abbreviations to help myself - like CS (for card stock) 1, CS2 - meaning I want 2 different colors of cardstock. PP is patterned paper. I also like to jot down potential titles so that when it's go time, I don't get stuck. Sometimes, I still get stuck.
As you can see, I varied the sketch from the lift from the very beginning. Sketching it just makes it mine. Makes my heart adopt it. I've tried to scrap directly from lifted pages before and am not very sucessful. I just need this middle sketch process, I guess.
Clearly looks different from Jamie's layout since I only had one photo. Now - I actually took about 20 pictures of the first time the boys met Mabel, but since I'd not seen this layout to lift yet when I ordered the prints, I'm stuck using the one 4x6. If I'd remembered I had them before printing, I would have sent out for smaller prints so I could use 2 or 3 on this page.
One of my new favorites.
So, there you have it. I hope this helps those who asked - and anyone else, too. It's my process. It might not work for you. But experiment! Find your own groove and work on your mojo!
And, I could eat this one. I am LOVING that Heidi Swapp silver crown rub on. And those Heidi Grace rub ons were completely worth the million dollars I spent on them.
And, another of my favorites of all time. This one was a lift of Jamie Waters that ended up looking completely different.
[ Note also that Nana's picture-taking abilities have improved! We weren't in the center of the frame (I cropped), but we were all in focus! Yay, Nana!]
Then I decided to give kid shots a whirl. What was I thinking?
Trev: "Mom, before I can listen to your directions, I have to smoosh her. Mabel's on my lap, Mabel's on my lap, MABEL'S ON MY LAP!"
Great smile from Trev. Andy's gone within himself to find that inner humor. Mabel's tired of this whole process and refuses to smile. In fact, she looks a little upset that I'm putting her through this.
Mabel has thoughts of escape. Trevor is off in La-La land, and Andy's still in his happy place.
Finally, 37 shots later, I managed to get this one. Trevor has a bit of a hokey smile thing going on, but he is happy. Andy is back from his happy place (and still happy), and Mabel has decided that looking slightly enthused is almost as good as smiling for Mommy.
I'll take it!
Last weekend, the boys and I went roller skating.
Yep, even me.
"Trev, use the toe stop to stop yourself from rolling around!" I yelled.
Oops. Too much toe stop.After this, he was on his way, flailing and falling all over the place. I could never catch him on camera again because, Dude, the kid was DETERMINED. Have I mentioned that Trevor is determined to accomplish anything he sets out to do? Oh yes. So, his poor knees and shins were bruised like grapes by the end of the night, but the kid successfully went around the rink about 6 times and only fell 27 times.
March 19, 2008
Anyway. She took Mabel with her to the salon and kept her in an umbrella stroller during her appointment. During dinner, she told me that Mabel had made all the girls laugh while she was there.
Trevor said, "all what girls, Nana?"
"All the beauty operators," Nana replied.
Beauty operators. Apparently that's what they were called way back when. Or maybe not. She couldn't remember if it was an old term or something she just made up.
March 17, 2008
We went first to a local sushi bar. Loved the shrimp tempura and Japanese beer. After that, my dinner (called Hot and Sexy) went downhill. Also, I think our waiter actually flew to Japan himself to bring our dishes because, Dude, it was some baaaad service. I was forced to leave a very tiny tip.
Anyhoo, Becky and I spent some time catching up on our lives, talking a lot about work, men, marriage, jelly rolls, and candy. Of course we talked quite a bit about my comfy shoes as well. Becky knew my comfy shoes - we partied a lot as 3 back in the day - and she was as dumbfounded as I am about the changes and overall let down of the state of my shoes. In fact, my Becky was damned angry with those shoes. We toasted to our futures and laughed until people started to look at us funny. It was great. By the end of dinner I had to use the ladies' and was walked in on by some woman who was NOT apologetic enough in my opinion. Time to go.
We decided on drinks at a local bar with live music. We were ready to relax, chat a bit more, let loose. We paid cover and walked in, surveyed the scene. There were a lot more lesbians and ugly men there than I remember (no offense to the same-sexed or ugly, just a statement of reality in that bar at that time). Then, I saw him. A sight. Sitting on a stool at the bar directly in front of us, and turning around as if he almost expected me to walk in at any moment... my heart dropped like lead.
My comfy shoes were sitting at the bar.
#$#%$%^! $*&@#!!!. (Matriarch and fornication!)
My heart sank to my stomach and Becky confessed that she was fighting the urge to kick my shoes in the crotch. I had to hold her back when she spat and swatted at him. It was a struggle, I tell you. Just kidding there, but that would have been hilarious (and deserved). After polite hellos, Becky and I found a seat and before our butts hit the bench, he was gone.
Also gone was my sense of self, my power, my brave attitude. Just. Like. That. My head was full of worries again. I think that's what I was most upset about. My rebirth was smudged and marred by the appearance of my shoes. I think he planned it, but that's not the point. I'm not quite strong enough yet to say, "who cares?" and shrug it off. He accomplished what he set out to do - make me uncomfortable in my own skin. Force me to live in his world instead of my own. Remind me of how quickly life can fall apart, instead of how there is so much life left to live. I could strangle him for that. Thank goodness I'm classy and totally not like that. Mental note: call lawyer in the morning.
To combat the angry butterflies in my belly, I quickly downed my first Jaeger bomb of the evening. It was delicious.
Becky stuck with beer this time. Boring (but I love her anyway).
Isn't she cute?
We listened to some live music
(Sorry for the blur. It wasn't my vision that was blurry, just the lack of lighting in the bar.)
and people-watched and gabbed, and gabbed about the people we were watching. Several girls had those camel toes I had recently warned my mother about and one girl had about 60 cc's hanging out of her bra. There was too-much-makeup girl who, I think got ready in the dark and misapplied her blue eyeliner and pink eyeshadow from 1986. She was with mullet girl. Seriously - like Billy Rae Cyrus, my friends. It was a sight. All lovely people, I am sure.
Despite the interruption of my shoes, Beck and I pulled off a night of friendship and fun. I am so grateful that we were able to get together and I can't wait to do it again. Next time, we'll take a cab, dance, and employ covert strategies when choosing our fun destination.
Thanks for going out with me, Beck! Love you!
March 12, 2008
That would be David, Brook, and Carly (L to R). David can "rock" me to sleep anytime, lol. Oh my Heavens!
Little Archuleta is good, but I think he's too young to take the competition and industry seriously.
And strippy-Hernandez should go home. That's what I think anyway.
March 11, 2008
Some layouts I managed this weekend between coughing spasms.
One of my favorite pages, ever.