In one of those rare flashes of inspiration, I came up with a plan to launch my own mini-business, one with hardly any start-up costs and that I can do in my spare time, one that uses my talents and skills. One I might actually enjoy. Thus was born Custom Scrapbooks by ScrapMama, my scrapbooker-for-hire business. So far I have my own website and am ( Read more... )

Greetings from sunny Vox-land! It's November, and I've signed up for NaBloPoMo and kicked off a month of daily blahging. I know we haven't seen each other in a while, and I know I've abandoned the ranks of LJ-ers for the blue skies and sandy beaches of Vox, but I hope you'll still come by and say hi, and watch as I embarrass myself by posting daily ( Read more... )

I'm sure the entire universe has seen this by now. But just in case you haven't: Doesn't this video immediately make you think of justin??

My suspicion that the guy in this video is actually justin posing as a British person was confirmed when I watched a second video of his, here.

He even does the justin dance! Eerie!

Greetings, LJ! This blog has moved.

Throw me a party!


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Sometimes I still can't believe I not only found a man who tolerates my singing the "Hallelujah" chorus with new, revised lyrics centering around mashed potatoes - not only tolerates, but sings along.

Sigh.

So I found the best site ever: the Safety Sign Builder, one of those this-is-a-tool-not-a-toy sites that are unintentionally really, really fun. Here are some wacky safety signs I made:

( Safety Dance )

I'm posting the piece justin and Amanda asked me to write - and read - for their wedding, which was this afternoon. (In typical me fashion, I ignored writing this for the EIGHT ENTIRE MONTHS I had been given, and instead wrote it late this morning in the hotel, while I nursed a minor hangover with Dr. Pepper and Advil. During the course of this ( Read more... )

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This is for you.

Stolen from ladylyonors:

the American-to-British translator!

I had particular fun translating:
So there I was, reading the newspaper, minding my own business, when out of nowhere this naked man runs up to me and shouts, "I ALWAYS WANTED TO SHAKE HANDS WITH THE QUEEN, AND NOW SHE'S DEAD!" I mean, what are the odds?

P.S. I recommend reading it out loud.