Tuesday, October 31, 2006
I have to thank Carrie for bringing this vid to my attention (mwwwaaaaah!). I completely love it. This guy's name is Juan Mann and he just started a mission to hug a stranger and brighten someone's day. The effects of the campaign were phenomenal...especially in today's society where we are so distant from one another. And then the city police and officials banned it! (Duh..why?) And so people responded. It's so cool. Apparently he was on Oprah this week :D
Perhaps I can carry on the Free Hugs campaign at the Gloucester retreat this weekend :D What do you think?
Posted by Chrissie at 23:51
Happy Halloween folks! My mate Clare sent me a bunch of these funny spooky doggy pictures the other day so I thought I'd share. Do you think some people need to get out more - bwaahaaahaaa!! Celyn is off to a little Halloween party at her friend's house this afternoon but dressed as a fairy and not anything scary, as we don't really do devils and vampires in our house. Striking a happy medium...ain't parenting tough!?!
Two more days to the retreat...and I had a fantastic night's sleep last night. Just what the doctor ordered.
It's all good.
Posted by Chrissie at 09:48
Monday, October 30, 2006
Went to the South Wales Crop on Saturday and had a great day. For the first time in...well...ever...the whole Scrappers Unlimited team were under the same roof. And oooo we did have a laaaaaaaaugh.
Scene: I'm taking Nattie's class (loooooovely autumnul layout with the very very strokeable new Crate Paper) but as usual am trying to do three things at once...one of which is chatter. I've been cutting out rectangles with the help of Sue who is losing the will to live as I'm asking her to repeat the size of the rectangles about 3 times (at least) as I'm going. And we've been sanding all pieces of paper to within an inch of its life.
Me: Right. What am I doing?
Sue (sighing and muttering about, 'Please don't make me sit next to this woman at the retreat'): This rectangle...you need to sand the edges.
Me (obediently picking up said rectangle and starting to sand): Okay
Sue: Round the corners
Me (obediently sanding around the corners of the rectangle with vigour, like a good girly)
Sue (and Julia): No...! ROUND. The CORNERS.
Me (noticing my corner rounder lying in front of me on the table and having a bit of an epiphany): Oh.
At this point one corner of the room (i.e. that would be the corner where I was sitting) all erupt into hooting, howling, gales of laughter. Including me.
You won't get that at all unless you scrap.
And talking of laughing, big huge thumbs up for The Royle Family last night. I had one of those very rare moments whilst watching the brand new episode which is down to the most fantastic writing of Caroline Aherne and Craig Cash. In fact, the only other time I've ever had the same experience as this was whilst watching the film Steel Magnolias.
So...Nana's rushed to hospital after some very funny and also very very touching moments previous to this, and dies. It's completely brilliant writing because they got it right on the money...I was in floods and floods of tears, near to full on weeping. Cut to next scene and they (and several family friends) are back in their living room after the funeral, sitting quietly eating and drinking. I'm weeping away, trying very hard not to make a complete pansy out of myself because Husband is sat one foot away, when the camera starts to pan across all the guests sitting on the sofa. And as it goes past Cheryl (the girl next door who's always on a diet), she's sat there in full funeral black, with a Hula Hoop on each finger, mournfully sliding each one into her mouth. And my tears instantly changed to full on wetting myself with laughter.
10 out of 10 for comic genius.
Oh. And also one of the funniest lines...
Mary (I think): What were Nana's last words?
Barb (very earnestly): Trevor MacDonald
Mary: Well that's a fine tribute to the man.
Posted by Chrissie at 05:23
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Posted by Chrissie at 00:34
Thursday, October 26, 2006
At long blummin' last my entry for One Day In History is actually up on the site. I kept thinking that they'd lost it, or it hadn't gone through (seeing as I emailed it to them the evening of 17 October like a good girly). But if you click on 'One day in history entries' and then type 'scrapbooking' (would you believe! LOL) as a key word, then there I be. And BLESS ME, who's below me on the list but none other than that superstar Kiwi of the Scrappers Unlimited team, Rach Millington. And exCUSE ME Ms. Millington...telling the world that we talked on the phone for an hour gossiping!!! What with me always whinging on about being soooooo busy, and being SUCH a good girl and all... *Chrissie rolls eyes and mutters* ...talking on the phone for an hour, gossiping...tsk! As if.
And then, two below Rach on the list is Gill James' entry (one of the retreat delegates :D ) and then two below her is Penny Kafai's entry (another delegate at the retreat, and fast taking on the job of my PA ...she's so fab at toddling off and doing little jobs for me). She mentions Scrappers Unlimited by name (yey! preserved for future generations!)
Anyway...back to my long, long list of things to do for the retreat. AND the South Wales Crop on Saturday. Gosh, I'm SO BUSY, I must get on the phone to Rach and have a gossip....
Posted by Chrissie at 09:57
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Posted by Chrissie at 08:28
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Nearly every single day I awake and think "I'll get x, y and z done and then sit down and scrap a page". And does it happen? Does it, my backside. Because there's always something to do. Today is a prime example. I thought, "Now...although I have loads of retreat stuff to do still, because it's Sunday I'm not doing it. Nor am I going to do the washing, dusting or [insert some other inane household duty here]. Keep the Sabbath day holy ya-di-ya-di-ya. So...after we've had dinner...or perhaps even when Celyn's off abed and because Jane Eyre finished last Sunday, I shall scrap for me, me, me and have a relaxing Sunday evening".
That's what I thought. It's what I think quite often. But what actually happens is a hundred other little things. Because? Because I am a woman and women never stop. "A woman's work is never done" eh?
My thoughts reminded me of something I read on UK Scrappers ages ago, which made me howl with laughter:
How To Shower Like a Woman
- Take off clothes and place them sectioned in laundry basket according to lights and darks.
- Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown. If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.
- Look at your womanly physique in the mirror - make mental note to do more sit-ups/leg-lifts, etc.
- Get in the shower. Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg cloth, long loofah, wide loofah and pumice stone.
- Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo with 43 added vitamins. Wash your hair again to make sure it's clean. Condition your hair with grapefruit mint conditioner enhanced.
- Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for 10 minutes until red. Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and jaffa cake body wash.
- Rinse conditioner off hair.
- Shave armpits and legs.
- Turn off shower.
- Dry off all wet surfaces in shower.
- Spray mould spots with tile cleaner.
- Get out of shower.
- Dry with towel the size of a small country.
- Wrap hair in super absorbent towel.
- Dust the shelf below the mirrow.
- Clean teeth, and then start cleaning the soap/toothpaste etc. off of the sink.
- Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head. If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.
- Get dressed and replace towels neatly over bath/radiator/towel rail again or put them in the laundry basket.
How To Shower Like a Man
- Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave them in a pile.
- Walk naked to the bathroom. If you see wife along the way, shake willy at her making the 'woo-woo' sound.
- Look at your manly physique in the mirror. Admire the size of your willy and scratch your bum.
- Get in the shower. Wash your face. Wash your armpits.
- Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse them off.
- Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower.
- Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area.
- Wash your bum, leaving those bum hairs stuck on the soap.
- Wash your hair. Make a Shampoo Mohawk.
- Rinse off and get out of shower.
- Partially dry off.
- Fail to notice water on floor because curtain was hanging out of bath the whole time.
- Admire willy size in mirror again.
- Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, light and fan on.
- Return to bedroom with towel around waist. If you pass wife, pull off towel, shake willy at her and make the 'woo-woo' sound again.
- Throw wet towel on bed.
Perhaps if women approached life more with the "shake your boobs and make a woo-woo sound" approach, we'd get more scrapping done? What do you think?
Posted by Chrissie at 20:42
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Can you believe it's nearly 2007? SEVEN!!! That's well and truly in the second half of the decade. Madness I tell thee.
Posted by Chrissie at 12:36
Friday, October 20, 2006
- There are six guests who have the name Julie or a close variation of Julie. Two pairs of Julies are sharing twin rooms, just to complicate matters further (Julie & Julie and Julie & Julie). Two have surnames that are very very similar as well.
- There are three Sues. Two Katies.
- There are four people with the surname Davi(e)s. Two of these Davieses are Linz and Lynne. There's another Lyn coming too (therefore three Lynnes or homonyms of)
- There are three people with the surname Evans... two of whom have similar first names as well.
- There are four Jills/Gills. Two of the Jills have surnames that are places in Britain...so I get them mixed up.
- There are two Chris's coming, but one of them is me, so I don't get confused by that! LOL
I'm so confused.
I need a little lie down.
Posted by Chrissie at 20:13
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Posted by Chrissie at 13:11
Gloucester 2 Retreat is only 2 weeks and 1 day away now so things are just getting so busy with preparations. Two of the 16 classes on offer during the weekend are about journaling (as I happen to think learning to journal...just even DOING journaling (so many people don't!)...and what to write and how to write better...is really important. As important as the photos. Says she...waffling in a very un-writing-very-well manner - ROFL!!
Posted by Chrissie at 11:52
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
My friend Sally-Ann in Bletchley rang me this morning to tell me that she'd been listening to some bod from the British Library on the radio talking about 'One Day in History'. It is a one off opportunity for everyone (you) to join in a mass blog for the national record. They want as many people as possible to record a 'blog' diary which will be stored by the British Library as a historical record of our national life today...the 17th October 2006. Apparently the bod on the radio was talking about Samuel Pepys diary and saying that he wrote about his political meetings which are endlessly boring, but the real fascination in his diaries are the everyday occurrences...what he had for lunch, how he interacted with people and so on.
Posted by Chrissie at 21:16
Monday, October 16, 2006
Okay. See this. This is a car roof. To most people.
To me this is a resting place for things personal. "I'll just rest that there" I think, and then said object goes for little spins around the countryside with a lovely view because it's still on the roof. Unfortunately said object is completely crap at holding on and invariably...well...always comes off. And then gets run over. The demise of thing personal. RIP. Etc.
You all know (and have no doubt tittered at) the story of my poor scrapbook album that went for a ride on the roof of my car. We parted company. He got run over. I was then reunited with it, tyre marks and gravelly indentations in many of its pages.
Today I blummin' did it again.
I left my purse on the roof of my sodding car. It flew off from roof of said car about 1 minute after leaving Tesco petrol station (who I blame entirely because I paid at the pump and not at the kiosk because I had two children in the back and couldn't go into the shop to pay...and then you have to pay with your card first, and then put your card/purse down to actually pump the petrol...so of COURSE I put it on the roof). Purse then spent a while getting run over on the main road until a kindly gentleman, who was on foot at the time, found it, took it home, looked up the Scrappers Unlimited's website (name gleaned from my business debit card) and phoned me. Can you blummin' believe it?!
Well...when we drove over to Gowerton to retrieve my poor purse, it transpired that although that debit card remained in the purse, two other debit cards didn't (one belonging to my mother...oh my, was she NOT a happy bunny!!!!!!) so we've had to cancel them (although Danny and I spent 15 minutes searching the side of the road where me and purse parted company this evening looking for them to no avail). Nothing's been attempted from a stealing point of view, but the cards have gaaaaaawn. And my purse is crushed. The popper doesn't pop any more and it looks decidedly ...well...squashed.
Me and car roofs should be banned from working together. Never, ever let me put anything on a car roof again. Even if I protest at the time.
Nice people who found my purse though. And no major tragedy really.
Yesterday I had the hardest, most *I can't stop, I truly can't stop* laughing fit I have had in a year. Or two. I laughed till I cried. Okay...let me set this up for you. Celyn sometimes (as do most kids) wants to sleep in our bed with us. Just to be near. Or because she's had a bad dream. We're not of the 'no way Jose are you getting into that coming into our bed malarky' parenting thought. I know some parents are but I figure they wont' be doing it when they're 15 (LOL...can you imagine!?) and it's nice to have a cwtsh every now and again. Bonding...ya di ya di ya. However, having said that, 2 adults and a 4 year old in a 4' 6" bed is squished to say the least, especially as Celyn does the breast stroke in her sleep. So, if she's ever wanting to be with us, we set up a mattress on the floor next to our bed and she just is happy as larry in her little 'camp bed'.
So...she's been on her camp bed for 2 or 3 nights last week, and last night she couldn't get to sleep. She was a bit whingy and said she wanted to sleep on the actual bed, so in the end Danny got into his PJs [read 'underwear' because neither of us own PJs, let alone wear them], got into bed, and lay there chatting to her quietly. He figured he'd just wait it out till she fell asleep and then come back downstairs. Which is what happened...she fell asleep.
So, there he was, just making sure she was definitely in the land of nod before he joined me in watching some chill-out TV...when my mum walks in.
Now this is not a normal occurrence. Although she lives with us, my mum doesn't come into our bedroom. Not ever. So it was a bit of a shock. And she didn't say a word (because, it became clear, she had no idea he was there). She had heard Celyn whinging earlier and then (it later transpired) had wondered if she was alright and hadn't heard Danny come upstairs.
So she walked into the bedroom and then bent over in the dim light and was staring, staring, staring at the mattress on the floor. She expected Celyn to be down on the floor and was trying to work out where her head was. So she just kept in the same bent over position, just staring and staring, waiting for her eyes to adjust.
All the while, Danny, who is in bed remember in his underwear, is quite perturbed by his 84 year old mother-in-law standing in his bedroom, and also can't understand why she is bent over staring at an empty mattress.
Well, when he came downstairs and recounted this tale to me I burst into the loudest, most side-splittingly howling fit of laughter I'd had in ages. I could just imagine Danny clutching the duvet around his neck, trying to protect his modesty, and wondering why she was bent over staring at the floor. The more I thought about it, the funnier it became until I could hardly breathe. I had tears pouring down my face, and Danny was as bad as me. I truly was howling...so much so that my mum actually shouted down from the top of the stairs to ask what on earth was so funny, which made me laugh harder and harder and harder.
I'm quite sure some of you reading this won't get why this is funny at all, but some of my friends will (Sue Turney being one of them...and I'm going to email her to make sure she reads this blog entry! She has a sense of the ridiculous just like me. I miss laughing with her - she's a friend in Reading by the way).
I just had to blog that story so I would remember it and laugh again in years to come.
Posted by Chrissie at 22:55
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Posted by Chrissie at 18:01
I have been asked to be on the Crafty-Ness Design Team. That's nice innit? My bio and some of my work has just gone up on the Crafty-Ness website (under Scrapbooking Design Team, of all things, would you believe) and it's lovely to be 'working with' a nice team of ladies. And Morag...you look NOTHING like I imagined (she's the team member who made this blinkie, clever thing). Apparently I get my first kit to play with next week - how fun!
I had a p***y day yesterday. I am not in the least bit superstitious...not at all. But Friday the 13th really lived up to its name yesterday. It was pure stress from the beginning literally to the end of the day. This is how bad it is...I received two (two!!) Memory Makers magazines yesterday and have done nothing more than look at the covers. That's it. How bad is THAT? I didn't even have time for a cursory flick through the pages.
Still. Worse things happen at sea. This too shall pass. And all the other phrases that I remind myself of when I've had a poop day.
I've been arranging a bunch of Scrappers Unlimited events for 2007 however. There are lots more to follow that haven't been totally finalised yet (including a couple of very exciting things...all over the UK) but for now take your pick from these events, all at the Crafty-Ness Studios in Caerphilly, South Wales or (the crops) in Penllergaer, Swansea:
10 November - Swansea Crop
8 December - Swansea Crop (7.15 till late late late...with nibbles, 2 classes and a lot of ho ho ho)
19 January - Swansea Crop
20 January - Shape Up for Design (new design seminar on...have a guess...)
24 February - Design for Design
16 March - Swansea Crop
17 March - Shape Up for Design
18 May - Swansea Crop
15 June - Swansea Crop
All of these will be available to book on the Scrappers Unlimited website, as soon as I pull my doigt from mon derriere and do it ;D
Posted by Chrissie at 09:06
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Posted by Chrissie at 17:37
Friday, October 06, 2006
- Who wrote this (a man, a woman, a child)?
- To whom did they write?
- What is their relationship
- Write a reply (this is a short piece...the answer would be short)
And then I'll tell you the BEST reply that someone in my class wrote. I wish I could take the credit for her reply, but I can't. It was brilliant.
Posted by Chrissie at 15:03
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Driving back from the bank today after picking up Celyn from school at lunchtime...
Celyn: "Mummy, can I have some of that water please?" [I was swigging a bottle of Evian]
Me: "Yes of course [passing back the bottle]... here you go. I've loosened the lid a little bit. Make sure you screw it back on tight when you've finished"
Me: "Have you put the lid back on tight, tight, tight?"
Me: "Really tight tight?" (worrying about water glugging all over the back seat of the car)
Celyn (slightly irritated voice) "Yes Mummy! I've put it on as tight as a cow could do it!"
Cue me falling about laughing.
Celyn: "This drink is really cold because it's freezing cold today"
Me: "No it's not! It's quite warm and sunny today! You've just had to take off your sweatshirt because you were too warm eh?"
Celyn: "Yes. It's really warm. It's as hot as a carrot!"
Cue me falling about laughing again.
Me: "Why is it as hot as a carrot then Celyn?" (still laughing)
Celyn: "Because he's fallen into a pot of boiling water stupid"
Okay. She didn't say "stupid". But she would have done were she older and ruder.
Oh my heavens, she makes me laugh!
I'm scrapping today. I may even post some pages later. Don't faint.
Posted by Chrissie at 13:45
Sunday, October 01, 2006
I often say that scrapbooking is either:
(a) Nursery school for adults (you know...cutting and sticking, painting and glittering, and even rolling out Playdough (clay) every now and again). There's even snack time and playing shops! LOL But I really do think that's why we like it...we just feel like kids again, playing happily in the art corner.
(b) Just a very good excuse for women to get together and natter. Husband despairs of me sometimes and doesn't really understand what in heck I can talk about for hours on end, because I really can natter for Britain (IRL, by phone, by Instant Message, by UK Scrappers...you name it). Women generally can fill a whole day just natter natter nattering. However I really think it makes us more psychologically robust, in that we don't think we're completely crazy for all our strange habits or experiences (twitch twitch).
So here's to a lovely Nursery School Nattering Day on Saturday at Crafty Pastimes. I was up at 6.15 (I did mention this SEVERAL times throughout the day, as usually I don't even know that there are actually two 6.15s in a day and was a bit shellshocked by the whole getting up with the larks experience) and picked up Debbie on my way past Cardiff. And before you knew it we were pulling up outside the hall with 1 minute to spare before the workshop began. I always feel very anxious walking into a hall with lots of new people, so I often over-compensate for my nerves and am either too loud or too confident (looking). I hope...I try...to always remember this when I'm the one in charge, as ALL people just want to feel accepted and greeted with a genuine smile, n'est ce pas?
The second project was by Emily Falconbridge - another cool book made from acetate and ribbon and lots of arty farty things. I loved the masking tape and paint technique she taught us (MUST use that again). This book was most decidedly NOT finished and I'm scared, scared, SCARED I tell thee, because it may never be. Should I just get up at 6.15 every day and make it my scrapping time (I am a morning girly-girl after all...I don't function very well after 9pm!)??? Votes on the back of a big parcel of stash and sent to the usual address please :D (bwaahaahaaa).
*Stalker, stalker, stalker*
Have to say though...it was just as fine meeting the lovely (and I do mean that) Hebe whose work I have admired for ages (well, a few months!). She was a lovely person...it just shone through her face. Liked her. And I also at long blinkin' last met Jools who've I've 'known' for ages (genuinely ages) and talked to on the phone - she even lives in one of my best friends' old houses in a weird turn of events. Well, I would post a pic of us both that I took but I look more like Mrs Fat Face in all of them than I even am in the 'me, Emily and Debbie' photo here...(wha'dya mean, I AM Mrs Fat Face???!!) so it's not happening. Forget it. No no no. My ego can only cope with one cack photo of me in a post.
Debbie and I then toddled off for a litle drive round the beautiful Cotswolds and sampled the dubious delights of Stroud. Is there anywhere in that town that one can eat something that is not a pizza, burger, or served with chips? We went in one Thai restaurant, sat down, ordered drinks, and then the waiter came and said, "Um...I'm sorry...the chef's gone to Cheltenham. We're trying to get hold of him, but I don't think he'll be back." Eh? Why is the restaurant open then?! Too funny! We both got free drinks out of it though...and then we went in another establishment around the corner that was filled with smoke (I don't think so...my very biggest peeve in the whole world. Can't wait till they bring in that smoking ban law) and so we then walked to another pub where the first thing we were greeted with was the manager having a ding-dong with a leary customer at the bar in a scary manner. So we ate food sitting in the garden, only to have the heavens open and have to rush with it all inside.
Posted by Chrissie at 15:15