hairbrained schemes

here I go again

I can't help myself.

Right now they can't catch me.

In fact, I'm pretty sure at the end, right after the "GET HER!!!" shorty had a big crash.

I also know what goes around comes around.

I also am pretty sure that in a few short years, that will be me on the side of the hill in a pile sporting a face full of snow.

But right now, it's totally worth it.

Deep down, I think I'm a little more like Gorgeous George than I'd like to admit.

Sad Songs...

sad sad news about my favourite magazine

I really hope the powers that be at CK do what they say and keep the Simple philosophy within Creating Keepsakes.

Simple was the first magazine I that represented felt right to me about this craft and I was so lucky to have been a very small part of it.

I wish all the wonderful, talented ladies I've had the pleasure of working with over the last 2 years the best of luck in all of their future endeavours. And thank you to the entire staff - you are all amazing women and I can't wait to see what the future hold for each of you.

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And a couple of "Simple" layouts...

 

Get your skis shined up, grab a stick of juicy fruit...

Is this going to be about skiing?
(which we have actually done quite a lot of over the last few weeks and I'm sad to say I am the last non-snowboarder in the house)

No.

About gum then?
(Santa brought the boys a Hubba Bubba book this Christmas instead of a Lifesaver book, much to Luke's great surprise and joy and I believe he had his way chewed through that entire book in about 43 minutes)

No.

This is going to be about comic books.

Specifically, comic books written and illustrated by 10 year old boys.

Complete with an "about the author" addendum on the back page.
(Author:  Jacob O
Age: 10
Food: Tacos
Drink: pop
Sport: soccer
Computer: Pirates online
Subject: PE
Best friends: Sky & Brady)

The only thing lacking was a posed photo of him on a hillside, with a book and his dog.
(Here's the best I can do - it's too freakin' cold out to get the hillside shot.  And the dog is too lazy to get up and pose for a photo (again...all learned in the home...)

This particular comic book was written with the help of his friend, Brady.  I should clarify and state now that this was actually a series of comic books. 

They are based (very) loosely on the Veggie Tales movies (and by "based on", I mean the only thing they really have in common was that the lead characters were fruits and vegetables).

 Jacob was in charge of developing the vegetable characters and story lines (they were the "good guys") and Brady the fruits (the "bad guys" - which in retrospect, considering the loathing we hold for most foods green in this house, that should have been the opposite.  But then, perhaps I am just not digging deep enough into the complexity of these writings). 

Now all that was simply to lay the context for this conversation in the car on the way to school:

Jake: I can't wait to see Brady's section of our comic book.  It is going to be AWESOME!... It was pretty violent though (shudders a bit)

Luke: With (wider than usual) eyes and a little gulp of fearful excitement "Is there blood?"

Jake: In a completely matter of fact tone, replies, "No blood........just juice".

This is the same kid who on more than one occasion has had "creative writing" sent home with sub par marks due to lack of creativity.

 

I only want to be with you...

I guess I should be thankful these people that I live with (and their little dog, too!) just want to be near me. 

Where: my craftroom

What: trying to "get away from it all"

Who: Gorgeous George & friend

Why: because I'm awesome (I can't think of any other reason because, frankly, we have many other more comfortable napping places in our house)

As you can see, Bella has always been a bit of a floozy.  

My friend, Dawn, says it's all learned in the home.

And with that, I will segue seamlessly into a page I did the other day....

I think Dawn may be right.

Thank God I'm a Country Boy

Dear Mom,

 (I will address this to you as I'm sure you're the only person who has the tenacity to keep checking my poor forgotten woeful little blog),

As you may know, I like to use song titles for my blog titles.

You may wonder why I chose this particular one, as a) you know, having given birth to me, that I am, indeed, a girl and b) what?

I chose it because it is the first thing in 2009 that I was simultaneously able to annoy my entire family with.

I have what I like to refer to as eclectic taste in music.

I have what my husband likes to call, pardon his french, shitty taste in music.

(coming from someone who feels filled with joy when listening to "bands" like Disturbed - swear to God - that is a indirect quote- I believe the direct quote was "Is it weird that music like that makes me feel overwhelmingly happy?" - I don't give his opinion on that subject a whole lot of thought.  Oh and answer? Yes. It's weird. You need help that you clearly will never seek which is why my IPOD will always beat yours to the plug in jack in my car.)

As usual, I digress...

back to me finding a fun way to annoy the rest of the people that live in my house.

Insert IPOD into dock

search for John Denver or something similar (which conversely fills my husband with, not joy, but rage. And that's a direct quote. Seriously. Need therapy much?)

Turn it Loud (just like the Headpins did in the 80's, which, by the way, is another kick ass tune I have in my file, that while it doesn't make GG fill with rage, does in fact, make him roll his eyes)

Break out in my best (which is frankly, not very good) running man.

Do a running commentary about how good I am at the running man, exaggerating words like AWESOME, RAD, SWEET and WICKED (this part of the act is done to annoy the boys, who are more visually stimulated than their father, which means I also have to yell WATCH ME every few seconds).

So, mother dearest, perhaps next time my father's solitaire clickingclickingclicking starts to get on your last nerve, unclench your jaw, turn on some music that he hates and bust out your best dance moves.

Works for me.

xoxo

YLD

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PS Here's some stuff I did this week.