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Bazzill and Basic Grey...what a combination

Found the following matching bazzill papers to Basic Grey collection on a post somewhere, and thought this could be useful to everyone. The reason for posting is that I went to the Phoenix CK Convention yesterday, and I did quite a bit of damage to the checkbook. It was fun. I also found out that Sissex has released its adapters for QuikCuts for use in the Sidekick. (This might be old news to most, because I am always a step or two behind. So, I bought the adapter, "emily" dies, and tomorrow I am going to buy the Sissex sidekick. See below a picture of the other things I found at the convention, and the packet of matching Bazzill for Motifica which I am going to use on the wedding album.

Black Tie - scout, camouflage, chloe, dusk, mystique, dark butter, whirlpool, tropical rain, lilac mist and stonehedge

Lollipop Shoppe - lavendar twilight, dandelion, chablis, red hot, true teal, pistachio, green tea, teal, raindrop, maraschino

Vagabond - nightmist, sapphire, buttercup, honeycomb, fern, dark taupe, yukon gold, curry spice, windy, leapfrog

Phresh & Phunky - cucumber, light house, mauve ice, waterfall, celery, fern, jacaranda, ivy, petunia, stonewash

Sublime - java, lakeshore, light rosey, brick road, leapfrog, ruby red, grenadine, sea salt, pinenut, bon bon

Motifica - haley, mocha, celery, java, sea spray, witch hazel, missy, barkley, forest, nordic

Sophie - dark black, purple sage, pinata, lemonade, dark tangerine, chablis, daisy, contton candy, light tangerine, lipstick

Dawson - dark sky, glacier, lemonade, light black, dark tanderine, hazard, tapioca, splash, skylar, dark black

Jack - dark sky, light sky, dark spruce, light spruce, light butter, kevin, spring breeze, french vanilla, lemonade, aloe vera

Alyssa - aloe vera, pear, dark rosy, dawn, light butter, piglet, pinkini, honeydew, cotton candy, light tangerine, lipstick

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Attached are the pictures of the layouts that I completed from our trip to California. Enjoy.

I was inspired...thanks Carrie

I was looking at my friend, Carrie's blog, and she has spent some time doing some unique things, adding interesting links, etc to it. By looking at hers, and the interesting blogs she has linked to hers, I have been inspired. It was about time I tried my hand at editing the code, just a bit. I am not going to get too wild and crazy now, but I need to get a little more creative with this, if I am really going to take advantage of this type of communication. So, hopefully I will continue to add to my links, and add some pictures (as I have promised in the past), and help fuel my creativity.

OK--so no one ever said it was going to be easy

So, for months I have been waiting for my company to be purchsed by the new company, and terribly excited that I was going to be able to work with an engineer that I think is one of the best out there again, then why am I totally hating my job this week, and its only the second week?

Where does it say that after ten years of doing my job well, that I can get treated poorly, and as my close group of friends at the office would say, a become a whipping post again? "WP" for short. I respect him and what he can teach me, but why does he treat me like someone who is completely clueless, and has zero knowledge?

I thought we had worked through the struggles of our communication issues when he worked at my old company. I learned "less is more" and noun-verb. If he wants to know more, then he will ask. I haven't forgotten those lessons; but he has forgotten, or maybe never really learned how to communicate with me.

The latest things that really have bothered me is the lack of communication. Sending out emails that directly relate to the project that I need to know every detail (because in his point of view, that is my job), but forgets to include me on the email, or have meetings about the project and doesn't include me on that invite. He taught me to be pro-active, get the client what he is asking for ASAP, but then chastizes me for doing what he has taught me.

Part of me is thinking I should just realize that maybe I made a mistake in coming here. I should have left when I had the chance. The other, bigger part of me, wants to continue to learn from him, and get past the WP stage. My problem is that I can't remove myself enough to calmly talk this out with him. I am getting way too emotional about this, and that sucks, especially when I am living in the male dominated world I am living in.

Didn't mean for this to be such a depressing blog today, I just had a bad week. Thanks for listening to me rant so much. Any advice on how to detach myself from this would be appreciated, any tricks or tips are welcome.

Yes, I am still alive

Hi All--

I am all comfy in my new surroundings at DMJM Harris. OK, so I don't have the great view anymore, and basically I don't know what is going on outside (no window seat), but I still have my same old computer and chair (they wanted to take the chair away because it didn't totally match the whole office color scheme, but I told them everything goes with grey, and I needed to keep it).

Lots going on, but its late, and C is losing patience with my horrible work schedule. I am going home now, but I will write more over the next few days. And BTW, I did complete a Girlfriends layout of our March trip. I will bring my camera in and upload the picture of it.

I love reading your blogs, because I don't feel so disconnected from you guys eventhough I haven't spoken to either of you in over a month at any great length.

More to the point...idiosyncracies

OK--so I have had a bit more to think...I have another. It absolutely drives me insane if the sheets on the bed and the towels in the bathroom don't match. They need to be all the same color or coordinated correctly. And when C uses one of our burgandy towels when I have the creme or tan ones out, and hangs it up to dry...I try not to freak, but I do end up changing it out with one that matches. Go figure.

I've been tagged...twice

Carrie and Korie have both tagged me, but I am only coming up with five. So, here we go...

idiosyncracy: structural or behavioral characteristic peculiar to an individual or group. Write down five of your idiosyncracies, then, if you widh, tag five people, so here we go:

• I absolutely dispise people who drive down the street with their blinker on for blocks and blocks and blocks. I want to scream at them, don't you hear that incessant "ding, ding, ding". Turn it off!
• On the religious thing, thanks Korie. I don't understand why people say "it was God's will" that this happened to me. OK, so God loves you because something good happened to you, but hates me because something not so good happened to me. I don't think so. But we won't get into a discussion that C loves to have, "...but does God really exist? Prove it to me."
• Stupid people. Or should I just say people with no common sense, but somehow still think that the world owes them something.
• IKEA on a Sunday afternoon. Period.
• My new game. After almost eleven years with C, I found a new game that absolutely drives him batty. If you see a reporter or anchor on TV with a peculiar face tick, or misproportioned body part, I tell him, look at that reporter's lip as she talks, it droops to one side the more she keeps going. (ie the reporter for NBC news that is in Aruba following the Natalee Halloway dissappearance, her lower lip falls to the right as she is talking), and all he can now focus on is that "lip" and he forgets to listen to what they are saying. Then we can't watch anymore. I just giggle to myself the whole time.

OK--that wasn't so bad. I could go on, but I will wait for another day.

To find the time...

I love writing entries in my blog, and I adore reading my girfriends' blogs, so why does it take me forever to make an entry in mine? I am going to try and place something in here at least once every two or three days, and then I will feel better. So what's new with me? Working way too much, and having a difficult time deciding over this whole bankruptcy/asset purchase with the other company.

More importantly though, I hate my face. The whole non-birth control thing/not pregnant thing is making my face break out horribly, and the no-acne teenager years are paying a toll on me again. I buy everything under the sun, OTC, that I come across to rid my face. I try it for two weeks, and if I don't see an improvement, throw that out, and try again. Forget the meds that I have from the dermotologist, because of warnings on the labels. I seem to be getting better with my latest purchase, either that or I'm pregnant. So let's all cross our fingers for my face, that my acne-hell is over soon!!

So many things...

So many thoughts running through my head that I can't get a moment of peace and quiet. My question is how does life get so busy and complicated so quickly? I can remember when I was 21, completely anxious and wanting my business life to begin with meetings, appointments, and things to do. Now that I have all that--can someone take it all away. Isn't life funny, as you get older you begin to realize just how some of these old sayings are true. This one comes to mind, "Be careful of what you wish for, it may come true." I still love what I do, but I would love to do less of it. Maybe its just an adjustment period, because I am evolving into my profession, and expanding my responsibilities in management. But still...

I would just love to stay at home for a solid week and get my scrapbook room organized. I have been needing to solve some major organization snags for a long time. So this weekend I broke down and went sailing into IKEA with my brand new 2006 catalog determined to get a room fit for a scrapbooking queen (economically.) So, I purchased three bookcases, some containers, and lights for my remodeled room. When I got home, C put together all the bookcases, and I attached the lights (side note: I used an drill for the first time, and it was fun), and set up the bookcases up just like I had imagined in my head.

Ican't believe I started on it, and want to continue this weekend. Hopefully, by the end of August I will have my dream scrapbook room. I will post pictures when I am finished.

What we take for granted...

Just wanted to drop aline to say that I had a relatively new experience on Sunday night. We lost power for a LONG time. Now I am not talking 2 or 4 hours, but almost 24 hours. Electricity is a fundemental thing in life, and when you don't have any, life in today's world becomes extremely difficult, and not to mention horribly HOT. So, our house was without electricity from 6:45pm on Sunday evening to 5:30pm Monday night. Also, yesterday was one of the hottest days on record, topping off at 116. Which brings me to a topic that I have been thinking about for awhile. Wouldn't a good mini-scrapbook be titled..."What things in life I take for granted, and why I probably shouldn't." After yesterday, electricity in the desert would be tops on my list.

Harry Potter

OK--

I will admit it, I am a Harry Potter addict. I love the books. They provide an escape into another world and put me back to being eleven reading all day long in the summer time. I am such the addict that next weekend when the book comes out, we will be in Prescott for C's annual golf tournament. I have already called the barnes&noble store up there and reserved a copy for myself to pick up on Saturday afternoon. So, if you haven't already done so, reserve your own copy today, and we all can be eleven again together.

I can't believe its July

So, here we are its already July 7th. Can't believe how fast the time has gone by. I am doing reasonable well. I am teaching my husband how to truly clean. Have you ever known a man that calls cleaning the act of removing trash (or hiding it in a drawer so you can't see it) cleaning. I know every one of you has one. So, I have helped him learn how to use a mop, taught him what dusting is, and yes you really do need to vaccum. And I am here to tell you it was a success. C is very good about cooking dinner if I am home late, doing the laundry, but when it came to actual cleaning he never got the hang of it, until now. Its a huge help. I am very glad he does not complain too much, and I always make sure that I compliment him on his effort.

Well, I need to go home now. It's been a long day. Hopefully, I come home to a clean kitchen. That would make my evening.

Life as I know it this week...

So, today is the first full week of June. You know I have decided that I am tired--and work is just way too stressful. My company is being sold, so maybe there is an end in sight. I will most likely lose my 150 hours of sick time, so I am thinking I need to take some time off for mental health, and spend a week (or two) decompressing prior to the sale. Call it a time away for myself. Doesn't that sound absolutely fabulous??

Onto other items, C and I have decided that moving to a bigger house might not be the best solution. As bigger houses go, that don't cost at least $350,000, they are all at least 45 minutes away from work by car and huge amounts of traffic. So as an alternative, we are going to look into expanding ours. Picture it, a large master bedroom, my own bathroom, and a walk-in closet--and that's just for starters. Houses in my neighborhood are starting to go over $225,000 for approximately 1200 sf. Can you believe it? I want a closet that I can walk into, and actually say, "Now that's a closet." The way I figure it, the house will be better suited for more than two people, and cost much less than anything we care to move into, and much closer to everything.

I have basically gotten over the robbery, and we will get our money out from any improvements we do, as I think Phoenix housing market is quickly becoming out of control like CA.

I like having the ability to make your dreams come true. I think that's the best perk about being 30 something.

So, we all know about a technician (I'll call him dumbass) at work here that is a little off balance, goth, skinny, greased back hair, (double this vision and you have our tech). He is the one who says he's doing OK when he is ten of thousands of dollars in debt and can't seem to scrap together two quarters for his daily Mountain Dew or pack of cigarettes, but he and his wife want to have kids yesterday, can't afford birth control and believes a baby would be much less expensive. And views himself as successful because he compares himself to his brother who has no desire to work, wife works part-time with two kids and all are on ACCESS... And so are the days of our white trash tech!!

Yesterday, dumbass got to attend a baseball game (for free, in a suite owned by one of the richest people in the US). Our runner (I'll call him G) here is a close friend to the family. This dumbass decides he is going to smoke a cigarette in this suite, below the "no smoking" sign no less, and then proceeds to get thrown out of the game by security. In this suite were not only the owners but several of their company's execs. I guess the wife was horrified and very angry at G for the degenerate and his family that they were all exposed to, and asked if everyone that G works with is as looped. Not only did the dumbass blame G, but claimed that he had to calm his lazy brother down over the incident, and prevent the idiot from kicking G's ass.

So, girls the lesson for today is: If you ever feel like what happened to you today was completely embarrassing or you feel you are in the white trash twilight zone, just remember this story and laugh til it hurts.

Memorial Weekend

Well, as one of my dear friends stated, "at least I got to go to Mexico. She just gets to play barbies and Light Sabre battles this weekend." This weekend I would give anything to avoid what I need to do--work. Yes, I promised myself that I wouldn't mention the "w" word, but it didn't last long. I have decided I am tired. I have been trying to make up for our dwindling staff for about seven months, and I am just plain tired. If by chance things around here change in a drastic manor, I will be happy completing project work, and not worrying about the other BS associated with my current position. Everyone, keep your fingers crossed for my sanity.

One of my getting very fat cats!