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Paperee!

Posted on April 11, 2009 | 2 comments

I discovered a new scrapbooking site, Paperee, to “see, share and behold paper happiness.” Excellent, I should fit right in! I started an I {heart} Spellbinder’s Nestabilities group there, and put up a card challenge. Prizes are involved! Go check it out!
Do you have flair? You can find this flair on Facebook, just search for Nestabilities or Spellbinders when you send flair!

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Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig

Posted on February 3, 2009 | Comments Off

I profusely apologize for not updating right away. Honestly, I didn’t know anyone was actually reading this blog! Hi mom! Thanks to [and so on} for reminding me differently.

So yes, I made it to and from CHA without incident or sickness, which is nice! Here’s a quick recap:

Flew to Santa Ana airport. Is it possible to have a favorite airport? Because if it is, that’s mine! Its like a strip mall with gates and a runway, and a whole bunch of TSA agents. And an overpriced restaurant. And chairs in the sun facing the runway. And its good, until some loud talking suit sits next to you starts barking into his phone.

I demo’d all the live long day, despite the presence of Paris Hilton being somewhere in the building. My real brushes with celebs were that I rode down the elevator with Anna Griffin (she’s nice!), up the elevator with Mark Montano (of HGTV fame) (he’s short!) and flew to CA on the same plane as Wendy Vecchi (but we know each other from a now closed LSS)(and she’s nice too!).

There was a fire, or a fire drill in the building, but it only lasted about 5 minutes. The alarms sounded, turned off, sounded again, and they finally announced that everyone had to leave the building, opening doors and moving curtains to reveal exits. If they had opened the large garage doors from the get-go I think people would have taken it seriously at the first alarm.

My roomie Cathy always rents a car, which made it possible to stop at Trader Joe’s and Target on the way to the Hilton, and back to Target later that night to buy some unmentionables that didn’t make it into my suitcase. Let me tell you, when Hanes promises ‘wedgie free’, they deliver! We also bought Diet Coke, turkey sandwich fixins’, and a case of water. Prices in the convention center are outrageous and there really isn’t another less expensive option for cheap breakfast and lunch. We enjoyed dinner with the group (17!) at Buca De Beppo, and went back another time because the ravioli was calling our names. Luckily we had the car and we could escape the crowds to go to Mimi’s and Chili’s on other nights.

One of our favorites is a place called the Sand Box, a small bar and grill nestled in a hotel. We ate there then had a side show at the 7-11 next door, with 4 cars of Anaheim’s finest, an ambulance, fire truck and news crew at the scene. We never found out what the ruckus was.

I’m off to the gym…more later with some photos!
Beth

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Cars, cookies, and unfrozen waffles

Posted on July 29, 2008 | 4 comments

Here I thought the stress would end when I got home from CHA, with many events done and over with. But wait, there’s more!

The Monday I got home Visa called to say there were suspicious charges on our credit card, they canceled it and would send a new card. I only have one major credit card, and that was it, so no school shopping last week. Saturday I was out and about getting some supplies for my altered project when my car up and died on a busy road. Guess who still doesn’t have a Visa in her purse? DH came and rescued me, along with his business credit card. I told him, while we were waiting for the tow truck, to turn off the hazards on his car, the cop had the traffic under control for the 10-15 mins – make that 40 mins – for the tow to get there. No, its fine he says.

The car was towed to a chain auto repair place. I’m a dealership repair person, but that was not an option apparently, the tow truck driver didn’t want to go that far. Heck, I get sweaty and uptight getting the oil changed. My early days of driving beater cars put me on edge with every quiver of the gauges on the dashboard, and I prefer to be able to hold someone accountable for my misery. Car failures are enough to commit me to the insane asylum. Strap on the straight jacket, sit me down in the padded room and serve the all-chocolate diet.

My mom came over on Sunday to hang out and go to the new Whole Foods while DH and Spunky went to see Batman at the movies. DH is not one to check up on me, but he called while we were in Costco, all ‘where are you, what are you doing?’. His car was dead at the theater. We hustled out of Costco as fast as you can hustle out of Costco on a Sunday afternoon and attempted to jump his car, which remained dead. We all crammed into my mom’s car, us, the dead battery and the box of 60 frozen waffles that didn’t fit in the cooler and were no longer frozen. $85 later he put a new battery in his car and it started up like a charm.

I suppose I am lucky, the car is repaired and seems to be running fine, gas gauge included, and I even found an online coupon for $50 off the repair. And my mom was not only available to save the day, but happy to be of service, in return for some pool time and dinner. Luckily DH’s car decided to poop out on Sunday, instead of Monday, which made my existence infinitely better. They would have had to tow me away too. I think its time for extra cookies!