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Week two of photography class...

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If I never spoke to anyone or even left the house except for this photography class, I would still have enough true stories to keep you laughing at...I mean with me for a long time.

I knew this weeks class was going to be great! I had my homework project completed. I knew where to park and where the building was. I knew to go to the basement instead of to the fifth floor. I wasn't going near the elevator.

I walked into the lobby and headed straight for the stairs. I was going to rock this class! Except, I walked right past the stairs and the security guard sitting in the lobby asked if I was lost. He pointed out the stairs and asked if I knew where I was going. I smiled very confidently and replied that I was going to the basement. He gave me a strange look and asked why.

Immediately, I mind went to the scary sounds that I had heard down there last Saturday and AngelLikeMe's comment on last weeks post about all the ghosts trying to talk to me. (Thanks a lot Angel!) I thought that maybe the security guard was going to warn me away. Maybe he was even one of the ghosts ~one of the good ones~ and I was the only person who could even see him. I was picturing a kind of romantic scene. You know, like something right out of Ghost with Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore. Except this guy was no Patrick Swayze so it wasn't going to be that romantic.

The lobby was actually full of students and parents because auditions were being held on the second floor for admission into the arts program for the fall. I smiled, thinking that my Patrick Swayze/security guard/ghost dude must have thought I was a ballet dancer or something and let him know that I was there for the photography class.

He said that he didn't know anything about a photography class. I started looking around and silently cursing myself because I couldn't believe that I had actually walked into the wrong building. That's when the FAKE Patrick Swayze ghost showed his true side and proved that he wasn't a good ghost afterall. He was a bad ghost. A bad, bad, bad ghost! Actually, he probably wasn't even a ghost at all. He was probably just a mean man!---I will now start referring to him as Freddy Krueger!

Freddy Krueger actually had the nerve to say, "Why are you looking for a photography class. I mean, you're not a student here."

Freddy Krueger called me old!

I narrowed my eyes at him and wished that my cell phone wasn't in my bag cause no one would have blamed me for throwing it at him. He must have known that he was in trouble and tried to cover his butt by asking, "Are you the instructor?"

With my eyes still narrowed and shooting imaginary darts at him I replied, "It's a photography class in the basement in room 5007. It's a non credit class and I am not the oldest person in the room."

Freddy Krueger backed down then and said, "Ok, I'll write that down. No one told me about it."

I walked away without waiting to learn exactly what part of my statement he was planning to write down. I was going to the basement with the nice ghosts and I wasn't about to let Freddy Krueger stop me.

I wasn't in the basement long when another security guard came down the hall carrying a clipboard. She pointed to the door to room 5007 and asked if that was "the room". Apparently, even Freddy Krueger knows to call for back up after he calls a woman old! lol!

Setting the record straight.....

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OK, I know you've all heard what the gossip sites are saying so I feel the need to address the situation head on. What I tell you is the truth and you shouldn't believe what you read or see on TV.....

Russell Brand and I are not moving in together once his divorce is final!

Even though Orange Croc Guy says he would have way fewer headaches if I would. lol!

The Story of Me part 25

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August 15, 1996

Harmony had eaten very little in the past couple of days and sleep gave way to nightmares so she tried not to do that either. The Harrisons had brought her home with them but avoided her questions about Grandma Pat and when they could visit her. Mrs. Harrison had not left the house or Harmony since bringing here. At some point Mr. Harrison must have gone to Pat’s house and gathered some of Harmony’s clothes and toys. The items had just appeared in the room beside the bed she was sleeping in with no explanation.

Harmony showered, dressed and went to bed when the Harrison’s told her too because she was afraid not doing so would cause something bad to happen to them. She couldn’t let something bad happen to the Harrison’s. They had been kind to her and to Grandma Pat and she needed to stay with them until Pat was better and out of the hospital.

Harmony sat alone on the bed looking at the used clothes and second hand toys Pat had bought for her and immediately felt the headache she hadn’t been able to get rid of for several days. Whether it was from lack of eating or lack of sleep or just the physical manifestation of the pain she felt in her heart Harmony wasn’t sure but, she couldn’t get over the feeling that she deserved the pain so she said nothing about it to anyone.

The sun had barely risen outside and the sky still held onto the midnight violet hue rather than the light blues it would give way to as time passed. Harmony could smell coffee coming from the kitchen and knew the Harrisons were already awake and moving around. She would have stayed in the bed, but the hope of this being the day she was allowed to see Grandma Pat made her get up. Harmony quietly opened the bedroom door that the Harrison’s closed each morning in an attempt to not wake the child they hoped had finally gotten a good night’s sleep. She stood in the doorway and hesitated a moment before walking over to a shelf and picking up a baby doll the Harrisons had given her the day before. Harmony knew it made them happy to see her with playing with toys and even though she had no desire to play there was no harm in carrying a doll around the house.

Quietly, Harmony walked down the hall toward the hushed voices she could hear coming from the dining nook in the Harrison‘s great room. The Harrison’s were sitting at the table and each had a cup of coffee. They didn’t see or hear Harmony as she entered the room so they saw no reason to stop their conversation.

“How can it be true? How could we have known her for so long and never had any idea?”

“We didn’t know because she didn’t want us to know. She had lived the lie for so long I’m not sure she even remembered it was a lie herself.” Gene Harrison tried to reason.

“But the things the police said she did? I just don’t understand.” Harmony quietly moved closer as Mary Harrison sipped from her coffee cup.

“It all happened so long ago…a lifetime ago…she was probably a different person then.”

“Do you really believe people can change that much? When I think of how long that little girl was in the house with her…the times we were in the house with her…” Mary had to stop talking when the words were blocked by sobs.

Gene extended his arm and placed his hand over his wife’s hand. “I don’t believe we were ever in danger and Harmony wasn’t either. She came here to start another life. She found God and the church. She wasn’t behind bars, but in her own way she was doing time. I mean can you imagine what it must have been like for her all those years. Worrying someone might recognize you. Scared the police might show up on your doorstep at any time.”

Mary moved her hand out from under her husbands and reached up to touch his face. “If anything ever happened to you…”

“Nothing is going to happen to me.” Gene cut her off before she could finish the sentence and grabbed hold of her hand again.

“Those poor people. How could she have done those things. The police believe she killed that whole family...”

The sound of something hitting the floor startled the Harrison’s. Mary spilled her coffee as her husband jumped up to protect her from the unseen danger. Both froze suddenly once they saw the source of the noise. Harmony had dropped a baby doll onto the floor and was standing there with a look of sheer terror on her face.

“Harmony, honey are you alright. Are you sick.” Gene Harrison said he tried to walk toward her.

“I heard you!” The frightened and now angry child yelled. “You said mean things about my Grandma Pat! I heard you!”

“Honey…”

“I hate you! I hate you!” Harmony screamed before running back to the bedroom the Harrisons had said was hers and slamming the door.

Drama, drama, drama!!!

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I'm still having a hard time getting my classroom cleaned. Apparently, it has been decided that my room doesn't need to be cleaned everyday cause it's not like we eat in there or anything. I'm not sure who made that decision, but it means that for the last two days after all of my other work is done I have swept, mopped, vacuumed, emptied the trash, cleaned the sink and the counter and scrubbed toilets. It's no fun, but either I do it or wait until Friday---the magic day when it has been decided that my room deserves to be cleaned.

Summer vacation can't get here fast enough!

87 more days...

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There are 87 more school days until summer vacation and I'm not sure I'm going to make it!

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Photography class

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Saturday was my first photography class and I gotta tell you it was kind of scary at first. I had to be at Miami Dade College in downtown Miami at 9am. I knew where the campus was, but I had no idea where the building I needed was.

I got there about twenty minutes early so I had plenty of time to find a place to park (two blocks away from where I needed to be) and to locate the building. I got parked and started walking toward the campus. After asking two different people where the building I needed was I learned that I kind of needed to back track and head west a little.

I finally found the building and followed a large crowd into the elevator. (My first elevator experience since the horrible garage incident earlier in the week.) I got off on the fifth floor since my class was in room 5007. I stopped to orient myself and decide which way I needed to go in order to find the room.

There was an instructor on the way to her class that asked if I was in the right place. I laughed and said, "Well, I'm on the right floor. I just need to find room 5007." I'm sure you probably heard my heart pounding when she stopped walking and said that 5007 was in the basement. Being the blonde that I am I replied, "The basement? But, it starts with a 5!"

Thankfully, she was kind enough to explain the four digit room system to me. The first digit represents the building, the next is the floor and the last two are for the actual class room. So, room 5007 is in building 5 but not on the fifth floor.

I go back to the elevator and head down to the basement. The empty, scary basement! There was no one there except for me. The lights in room 5007 were turned off and no one was hanging around in the hallway. There were lots of noises, but no people. I stood in the hallway and waited. I had my phone in my hand and ready to go in case of an emergency. I figured I could dial 911 or throw it at someone and run screaming in the opposite direction.

Finally, someone else stepped off of the elevator and without hesitating I exhaled loudly and begged him to please tell me that he was looking for the photography class. He was and he was braver than I had been. He walked into the class room and turned on the lights. I followed him in and found myself a left handed desk that was one row over and two seats back from where he chose to sit so that I could keep my eye on him. A girl in a basement needs to be careful!

So, there we were, just the two of us, sitting in this scary class in the the scary basement with no one else around. I started sending text messages to my friend Mary in case I disappeared or something. I wanted her to know where I was and what I was doing so she could tell the police and they could use the information to help find me.

The guy gets up and says that he's going to get some water. I asked if he was planning to leave me in the basement while he went to the real class. He promised that he would be back and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. At this point, I texted my friend that I was scared and wanted my mommy. I'm not sure her "lol" response was appropriate!

The guy came back and another girl joined us in the room. She only spoke spanish. I was thinking that this was going to get interesting ~~~ Three people in the room. One only speaks English, one only speaks Spanish and the other speaks both languages. Then another girl entered the room, but I wasn't sure what language she spoke because she didn't return the "hello" I said to her. She just found a seat and got as comfortable as a person can get in those uncomfortable desks.

Now, there are four people in the room and none of them are the photography instructor. I started checking the ceiling corners looking for video cameras. I was beginning to wonder if we were all unwilling subjects in some sort of science experiment. Four people placed in a basement room to be watched while somewhere in the building there was an actual photography class going on. One speaks English, One speaks Spanish, One speaks both languages and one is too stuck up to speak at all. I sat there checking everyone out and totally planned to sell out the snobby girl in order to get my freedom.

Luckily, the instructor finally showed up (15 minutes late!) and more people drifted into the class. Turns out, I wasn't the only one walking around on the fifth floor looking for room 5007!

Anyway, the class the fun, I didn't disappear or throw my phone at anyone's head and the snobby girl finally broke her silence and was actually nice.

Plus, there's a bonus! Thanks to my experience, if you ever find yourself taking a class at Miami Dade College you already know where room 5007 is and that puts you one step ahead of me.

**Just make sure you respond when the scared looking blonde in the left handed desk says "hi" or you may have a cell phone thrown at your head as she runs screaming out of the room.**

And now you're two steps ahead of the game! Yep. I'm here to help. Just call me any time.

QP contest at CSD!

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I love the quickpage contest at Cool Scraps Digital! Every month we are given a fantastic kit to work with and every month we collect bunches of beautiful quickpages. Some lucky people even win prizes!

This month we were given the kit "Oh My" by Cocotounette. This kit is an amazing mixture of beautiful purples and blues. I have fallen in love with this kit and with all of the awesome quickpages I've collected.

You can grab my quickpage by clicking on the preview below. After you've picked it up make sure you check out the forum at CSD and join in on all the fun!

***Please visit the CSD gallery and leave a comment on my preview. There's a prize for the most comments.***

The week that wouldn't end!

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I know I've been quiet this week, but it's only because I've been really busy and this week was way too hectic!

My week started with an elevator incident---Well, I guess it was almost an incident, but for someone who doesn't like elevators, that's close enough!

I reached the elevator in the parking garage about the same time as another guy so when the door opened we both got on. I pushed the button for the third floor and he did the same for the fifth. The doors were slow to close and another lady joined us. I pushed the fourth floor button for her. One more person made a dash for the elevator before the doors closed and I pushed the eighth floor button for him.

When I pushed that last button the lights on the keypad all went out. I didn't freak out too much. I managed to use a normal voice as I blurted, "Did all the lights just go out?" No one laughed, but I did notice the lady take a step away from me. The two guys just stood looking lost and half asleep as I pressed the buttons again. 3, 4, 5 and then it happened---the button for the 8th floor caused the lights to go out again.

This time, my voice wasn't quite as normal as I said, "Oh my God, it happened again!" The lady took one more step away from me and the guys suddenly looked more awake then they had just moments before.

The last guy to get on the elevator suggested that I try only pushing the first three buttons and I had to agree with him. I mean there's nothing on the eighth level but the gym. Why would anyone want to go there? We were in a parking garage!

Once again I started pushing buttons...3 -- no problem, 4 -- no problem, 5 -- no problem. Apparently, the elevator agreed that going to the gym was stupid and had no intentions of going to that eighth level.

The little elevator bell dinged and the 3 over the door lit up. My level! I was going to go off the elevator and get to my car without totally freaking out in front of these people.

BUT---we were stopped and the doors on the elevator didn't open. We were all standing there quietly just waiting for the doors to open when I finally and completely lost it. There was nothing normal about my voice when I very loudly said, "Oh my God, let me out of here!"

The poor lady tried to move even further away from me. The gym rat, who I blame for everything, looked up in surprize. I'm not sure, but I think he believed he was being pranked for some reality show. The guy I originally got on the elevator with stepped closer to me and pushed the "door open" button.

The door opened and I ran out of the elevator yelling "Thank God!" I turned around expecting to see everyone else running out after me, but instead they were still on the elevator giving me very bewildered looks. I shouted "good luck" to them as the doors began to close. The guys both told me bye and the gym rat even threw his hand up in a wave, but I swear the lady was pressing herself against the back wall in yet another attempt to move away from me.

The whole incident probably lasted three minutes at the most, but I swear it shaved three years off of my life.

So, do you think I over reacted?

QP Collection Game at DSS!

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***I'm not sure why some of you are having a hard time getting the wordart to download. If you're still having trouble try getting it from 4shared.***

This month's QP collection game is underway at DigiScrap Station and we're working with a cute kit from Mag's Graphics called S'more Snowmen. You can get my QP by clicking on the preview below. After you do that make sure you head over to the DSS forum to check out the other free quickpages and to check out all the fun!

I hope you'll join us next month!

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The Story of Me part 24

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August 11, 1996

Harmony continued to sit on the cold hard plastic chair in the hospital waiting room. She hadn’t spoken to anyone or eaten anything since she came here in the ambulance with her Grandma Pat the previous evening. Every now and then a nurse would stop to talk to her. They would offer food or crayons and paper. None of them would let Harmony see Pat or even tell her whether or not she was ok. Mostly, people just walked by and pretended they didn’t see the little girl with the tear streaked face sitting there.

A door at the end of the hallway opened and there was lots of noise and movement. Harmony looked up to see what was going on and saw Mary Harrison rushing toward her. Mr. Harrison had stopped to talk to the security guard that watched the hallway and a lady in a suit that was holding a clipboard.

Mary Harrison threw her arms around Harmony and hugged her. “Oh honey, you must have been so scared. We’re here now and you can come home with us. We would love to have you. Gene is talking to the lady from child protective services right now to make the final arrangement.

Harmony didn’t hug Mary back or even talk. All she wanted wanted was her Grandma Pat.

“Did they feed you anything? We can go to the cafeteria and get breakfast. Do you want to do that? Do you want to go to the cafeteria?” Mary asked one question right after the other without giving Harmony time to answer. Not that Harmony would have answered.

Harmony sat zombie like looking through Mary rather than at her. Gene Harrison and the clipboard lady who had been joined by a uniformed police officer walked up and stood in front of the scared little girl.

“Hi, Harmony. Are you doing alright?” Gene asked as he bent down toward the fragile little girl.

Harmony looked up with large ghost filled eyes and took in the adults that were staring at her and trying to smile. “I made Grandma Pat sick.” She whispered.

The clipboard lady and the police officer shared a look. Gene Harrison lowered his head and put his hand on Harmony’s shoulder as his wife pulled her in for another embrace.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Harmony. It’s not your fault.” Mary tried to assure the child.

“Would you mind if I spoke to Harmony alone for a few minutes?” The clipboard lady asked as she smiled down at the frightened little girl.

“I would also like to speak with you and your wife if that’s alright Mr. Harrison.” The police officer chimed in.

Mr. Harrison stood up straight as his wife handed Harmony a tissue. “We won’t go far. We’ll be right over there where you can see us.” Mary pressed her hand to Harmony’s cheek before kissing it lightly and standing to join her husband.

Harmony watched the small group take a few steps away then huddle up for a whispered conversation as the clipboard lady sat in the seat beside her.

“Harmony, my name is Madelyn Wilson. I’m a social worker. Do you know what that means?” She hesitated for a moment, but when there was no response from the little girl Madelyn kept talking. “It’s my job to make sure you’re safe. That means I need to find a good home for you to live in. Would you like to live with the Harrisons?”

“Grandma Pat,” came a barely audible whisper from the little girl.

“I know that you love her, but I’m afraid that you can’t live there any more.”

“Did I kill her?”

“Oh no, you didn’t do anything wrong. Your Grandma Pat isn’t dead. She’s just sick. She’s really sick right now.”

The girl lifted her head, stuck out her chin and looked toward the police officer. “If I didn’t kill Grandma Pat, why are the police here?”

There was a long slow intake and release of air from the clipboard lady before she responded. “Honey, that police officer wants to talk to your Grandma Pat not to you. He has some questions for her and they have nothing to do with you.”

“Is Grandma Pat in trouble because I didn’t listen to her. She told me to stay in the yard. I should have listened.” Harmony lowered her head and began crying again.

“I promise the questions that police officer have for your gandma have nothing to do with you. You aren’t in any trouble. No one here is mad at you.”

The clipboard lady stood as the Harrison’s returned with the police officer. “Harmony you go on home with the Harrisons and you and I will talk later. I promise you and I are going to become good friends.”

Mary Harrison held her hand out for Harmony to take and Harmony took it because she had learned her lesson about not listening. When she didn’t do what she had been told to do bad things happened. The clipboard lady and the police officer talked quietly to each other as they watched the sad trio walk away.

Snow Much Fun by Shel Belle Scraps

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Shel of Shel Belle Scraps has a super cute new kit called Snow Much Fun. Take a look at the preview...

This kit has 18 papers, 41 elements and an alpha. There are also some matching templates that will work wonderfully with this kit as well as any others you may have...

Here are a couple of layouts I made using Snow Much Fun...

I've also got a cluster freebie for you. Just click on the preview to go to the download...

Check out Shel's blog for more layout inspiration and to find out about some more awesome freebies!

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Happiness by Nibbles Skribbles

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There is so much going on in the Nibbles Skribbles world!

First of all, let me tell you about her gorgeous new kit called Happiness. This is such a fun kit and can be used for so many different kinds of layouts. There are 10 papers, 32 elements and an alpha. Take a look at the preview...

Here's a layout I made using Happiness...

Want to get this layout as a quick page? Want to get a free add on to the Happiness kit? Or even better, want a chance to win the whole Happiness kit?

Well, you're in luck cause you're going to get all of the above and so much more! Check it out...

There are some awesome details on all the goodies you can get today posted on the Nibbles Skribbles blog and there are more goodies to come!

First of all, the entire Nibbles Skribbles store is on sale for 28% off.

You can check out the featured designer contest in The Studio forum to pick up the free Happpiness add on. One lucky participant will win the whole Happiness kit!

There will be daily freebies on the Nibbles Skribbles blog, random facebook games and coupons, and newsletter freebies.

This is going to be one awesome birthday celebration and you don't want to miss out!

Like Totally by Scraps of Ellay

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Do you miss the 80s? Do you have old pictures of yourself with big hair and acid washed jeans that need to be scrapped? Well, Scraps of Ellay has just released the perfect kit for you. I mean like, totally, she really has! Just take a look at the preview...

There are 20 papers, over 50 elements and four full alphas. This kit is awesome and you can pick up some matching glitter paper, cardstock, messy canvas paper and quickpages or you can buy the bundle and get it all!

I scrapped some pictures of the wonderful Erika, who is nice enough to volunteer in my classroom between her college classes and her job. She's the best!

Make sure you check out the Scraps of Ellay blog for more layout inspiration.

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We may be dumb...

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Well, it official...or as official as any online poll is. According to Travel and Leisure's Favorite Cities Poll people in Miami are dumb and rude. The good news is that we look good and know how to party. Isn't that all that matters anyway?

The funniest (and also the saddest) part of the survey is that people who are actually from Miami and took the survey and agreed that we're dumb and rude. I didn't take the survey, but I wish I had cause my city has been given a bum rap! I mean, we aren't that dumb. lol!

Our crowded streets (thank you visitors from other cities) earned us the number one spot on the bad drivers list. I'm not going to say too much about this cause I've already shared enough of my driving stories but, I will say this.....You call it bad driving. I call it creative driving.

Apparently, this isn't the place to visit if you're interested in classical music, antique stores or flea markets. Seriously! Did you really need a survey to tell you that?

Now, if you're interested in hanging out with a bunch of pretty people for some drinks during great winter weather well, we've got what you need.

Plus, I would also like to point out that Miami has Orange Croc Guy, the Cute Fajita Delivery Guy and me. What more can you ask for?

The Story of Me part 23

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(***Now you'll begin to learn what happened when Harmony could no longer live with Grandma Pat.)



People Who Loved Me
Gene and Mary Harrison

The Harrison’s were always good to me and I feel badly that I never loved them the way they loved me. I hope they were able to understand that the fault was all mine. They deserved to be loved. I should have loved them and a part of me even wanted to, but I was broken. I was broken and the pieces of my heart didn’t fit together correctly anymore. Love was something strange to me. Love was something that never lasted. Love was something that wasn’t worth the effort.

The Harrisons had wanted children when they were younger. They planned on having a large family, but that wasn’t what life had planned for them. The Harrisons filled the void by taking in foster children when they were younger.

There was one adoption attempt that fell through after the birth mother changed her mind and took the baby back. They were so hurt by that betrayal they stopped taking children into their home. They said that it just hurt too much when the children left and they couldn’t live with the pain anymore.

When I could no longer stay with Grandma Pat the Harrison’s took me in. They didn’t have to do this and I will never forgive myself for the things I said to them or for the pain I caused them by not returning the love they gave so freely.

There used to be times when I would revisit certain days in my mind and change the way things went and the things I said or didn’t say. Days when I would picture myself returning a smile or a hug and saying the words, ‘I love you, too’. Those were wasted times…wasted days. I couldn’t change the past or make the pain I caused go away. The only thing I could do was move forward and try to learn from my mistakes.

Good thing I didn't bet money...

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I came very close to betting money that my room would be clean today and it's a good thing I didn't. The trash was emptied and someone sorta kinda pretended to sweep, but clean? not so much.

The teacher across the hall wasn't in school today. I'm really hoping she was at home with her son and not out lawyer shopping cause so far the donations for my defense fund have been pretty sad. I've managed to raise 83 cents and a button but one of the pennies is actually Canadian and the button is ugly.

At this rate, I'm got no choice but to cop a plea and snitch on my other friends or I may be doing some serious time on this whole, "baby thinks he's a vampire" case.

OMG! Jerry Springer, here we come. LOL!

Where do I begin?!?

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Here's the quick summary of my day----My principal cleaned my bathroom and I'm afraid I may get sued.

Remember how I went to school Friday only to learn that my room hadn't been cleaned? Well, it wasn't cleaned Monday or today either.

On Monday, I was headed over to talk to my principal again, but was warned that he was in a bad mood so I changed my mind. I figured I would "mention" it if I ran into him. Any other day he would have popped into my room---but not Monday.

This morning, I was actually mad when I saw that my class still hadn't been cleaned so bad mood or not I was going to the office. My principal wasn't there. I was told that he would be in later in the day, so I decided to send him an email. I tired to be nice in my email and apologized for starting his day with a complaint. I explained how it had been four full days since anyone had cleaned my room, bathroom and carpet area. I said that it was gross and unfair and that I was upset and that he owed me big time.

It's ok that I said he owed me big time, cause he's used to hearing me say things like that. lol!

The man emailed me back right away saying that he had assumed it was taken care of when he didn't hear from me on Monday. My reply let him know that I decided not to tell him after being warned that he was in a bad mood. I left out how I was afraid that he may hand me a toilet bowl scrubber like he handed me the trash bag on Friday. lol!

When he got to school, my principal came right to my building and into my room and laughingly told me that I shouldn't listen to rumors. About 15 minutes later, he came into my room again wearing gloves and carrying a bucket of cleaning supplies. The man went into my bathroom and cleaned it for me.

When he was finished, I offered to move the kids off the carpet so he could vacuum but he said that I was pushing my luck and I decided to drop it. lol!

How much do you want to bet my room is clean when I get to school tomorrow?

Around 11:00 I learned that the teacher across the hall had to leave and they were going to put the para from my room into her class for the rest of the day. It's turned out that the teacher had to leave because her 16 month old had gotten into trouble at daycare for biting (again). He was actually suspended! She had to go pick him up and he's not allowed back for the rest of the week.

Now, other than that whole biting thing, he's really a good baby. He's not mean to the other kids. He shares and plays nicely. He just bites and he only bites the kids he likes.

This teacher is the one that I'm afraid will sue me, because after she left school it dawned on me that I may be part of the reason her baby bites people.

You see, this teacher is one of my friends---one of my Twilight loving friends. We've read the books and seen the movies. When the second movie came out, she was WAY pregnant with this kid. So, he was in the womb listening to the movie and to us talking about Team Edward.

I think the baby thinks he's a vampire and it's all because mommy went to the movies with us.
I just know she's going to sue.

Any and all donations to my legal fund will be accepted!

Another Here Comes Santa Brag Book page

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I'm stopping in just long enough to give you another brag book page I made using April's Here Comes Santa kit. Just click on the preview to go to 4shared for the download.

Don't Forget...

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Don't forget about the $2 Tuesday Sale at Stuff to Scrap!

It's hard to believe...

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It's hard to believe that the weekend is already over. After several cold days last week, we actually had a beautiful weekend. Why can't the weekend last for five days and the work week last for two?

Friday was an interesting day at school. We don't have nearly enough custodians and because of budget cuts we won't be getting any more any time soon. I walked in Friday morning to find that my room hadn't been cleaned at all. I asked my principal about it and pointed out that I was confused. Sometimes it gets cleaned when my class is on the playground and other times it gets cleaned in the morning before school starts. His solution to the problem---he gave me a large trach bag so that I could empty the trash cans in my room. Seriously!

The para in my room went into the bathroom with hand sanitizer and paper towels ~ that's the strongest cleaner we're allowed to keep in the room ~ and tried to make it not so gross, but I'm not sure it worked out to well. Everyone told me not to mention that to the principal cause he just might hand me a toilet bowl scrubber. LOL!

Here Comes Santa by April the Scrapaholic

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April the Scrapaholic put out a Holiday kit called Here Comes Santa and I'm really sorry that this is the first chance I've had to show it to you. Take a look...

You can buy Here Comes Santa in April's blog store. There are also some awesome free quickpages for you to pick up!

I've got a free brag book page for you. Just click on the preview to go to 4shared for your download.

Designer Darling contest at STS!

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There is still time to sign up for the Designer Darling Competition!! Do you think you have what it takes to be a Designer Darling at Stuff to Scrap? Want to learn more about being a designer? Come sign up and show us your stuff!! Click on the flier to go to the forum and sign up!