The Netherlands and New Zealand have a TV-show called “So you wannabe a Popstar”… I guess that these people need the most punishment!!! And believe me when I say punishment… The Netherlands and New Zealand have a TV-show called “So you wannabe a Popstar”… I …
Maand: augustus 2007
As you know by now, the majority of readers of this blog are women… And every now and then I get rewarded for commenting, critize or ridiculing my wife’s hobby…
Here is another example:
So now that I actually got a Rockin’ Dude Blogger sign, here are the NOMINEES:
Wes Thompson: the only dude that came out of the Brown Paperbag and let the world see he scrapped!
Eric: This dude makes some pretty pictures!
Mr. Grendel: Wise cracks & coffee, read some of his stories (makes me smile)!
And last but not least: Michael: where does the dude get that eye from…
Feel free to use the new sign… altough I doubt anyone will… I am however very curious ‘bout who they might nominate… Just wait and see!
Have a great weekend. And for those of you that will be at home while she is scrapping:
BTW: Check this!
|I Am 100% Weird|
I’m more than quirky, I’m downright strange.
But I’m also strangely compelling, like a cult leader.
Usually means scrap book conventions and you guessed right: HERE COMES ANOTHER SCRAP BOOK GATHERING!!! Which of course leaves me with 2 kids to entertain. What better way to entertain than to let them play games… Nintendo Vtech or Xbox… As long as that leaves …
Here’s a short list on (my view of) her creed’s: – Never leave home without at least one camera, every day is a potential photo opportunity.– No scrap of paper bigger than the smallest punch shall be thrown away.– Always be there for your fellow …
She is doing some scrapping in her Scrap-room when I walked in and I immediately started yelling:
CAREFUL! CAREFUL! MORE GLUE! SHIFT IT UP! TURN! TURN! MORE GLUE! MORE RIBBON! GLUE, MORE GLUE! CAN’T YOU SEE THAT? YOU’RE GONNA SPILL! TURN! TURN! MORE GLUE! HURRY! HURRY! TURN! TURN! NOW! TOO MUCH GLUE! TOLD YOU SO! TURN! WAY TOO MUCH GLUE! MORE RIBBON! YOU’RE USING TOO FEW RIBBON! AND TOO FEW EMBELLISHMENTS! AND TOO FEW RUB-ONS!…..
She doesn’t know what is happening and yells back: “Why are you yelling at me? What’s the matter with you?”
I turn around as I walk from her scrap-room and calmly explain her: “Just to make clear how it feels you seated beside me while I am driving the car”.