Because Libby Is Complicated Enough….

I have been crying with tears of hilarity… please go here and enter your name… I was searching my favourites folder (So easily side-tracked LOL) and came across this oldy but goody… ‘the Slogan generator’… it takes famous slogans and replaces your ‘chosen’ word.. it came up with some great ones for ‘Libby’..

Libby – Australian for beer
You too can have a Libby like mine.
Something Special In the Libby
Leave the Libby To us
The Libby of your Life
The race for Libby
The Libby Effect
It needn’t be hell with Libby.
Shake the bottle, wake the Libby… (how true this was… mispent youth and all.)
Watch out, there’s a Libby about.
Lipsmackin’ Thirstquenchin’ Acetastin’ Motivatin’ Goodbuzzin’ Cooltalkin’ Highwalkin’ Fastlivin’ Evergivin’ Coolfizzin’ Libby

It’s good for a giggle.

Now please don’t think less of me, but I buckled and went to the Reject Shop’ closing down sale here in Singleton (now where do I get my alterable OTP stuff???)… everything 50% off and scored this $30 bargain? Still cant believe it was $60 at one time… anyway speaking of bargains… I’ve been off and on searching for some place for ages, that would sell me their Wild Asparagus Noel paper (cannot get it anymore)… and guess what citizens? Scraploot/Wemadeit crafts were having/are having a double up/triple up sale… so I bought em out of this paper line… if you love that hard, cardstock roughed up WA look then head over to their online store and help to tip Sue completely over the edge LOL!

Been going a little nuts buying rubber stamps on ebay, Ive become very competitive and was thinking of emailing a few cheeky ladies who out-bid me… Who DO I THINK I AM??? But the rush of thinking you have that stamp and then knowing some other crazy stamper has outrageously, cheekily gazumped you at the death knell… it’s turning me into an ebay nazi…

I hope this addiction passes quickly… wonder what the next addiction will be?

Ah that’s the exciting life of an Aries… you never know what will consume them next. Handbag making I think.. so…

By the pricking of my thumbs… something wicked this way comes…

Next post I will show you an amazing tin Im doing for the LSS Scrapkatz, Rona will be very happy I think…

Now just not planning on going out in the wind… these bloody tickets will all fly off.

Lib x

ps If you haven’y downloaded ‘The Font Thing’ (google it – I google everything… from the siblime to the ridiculous) the font thing lets you type in the word or phrase you want and then converts it into all your different TT (sorry true type) fonts so you can see them all together and decide which one looks best.

Perspective returns!

OK! well you know how I was blogging that I was the happiest girl in the world a few weeks ago???… Well, never fear, I still am truely happy, just needed to learn a universe/life lesson and was finding it soooooo frustrating… (Hence the last blog entry… and yes I am already looking back and laughing at it) however, I got a message (whether you believe that sort of thing or not) from my step-Nana George who died a few years ago. She gave me some options…

now before you think Ive totally flipped… when I think of Nana George I think of certain things…

playing like a child around her flat at Lalor Park,
the way she never took any shit from anyone…
the fact that she out’lived 6 husbands… YES!!! 6 HUSBANDS!!! was still planning a wedding and getting married well into her 60’s,
and a woman who loved with abandon… like love was going out of fashion, and she had to get all that love out…
now I’m not talking love in the biblical sense… I’m talking LOVE L.O.V.E. forsaking all others, and loving someone for all their being and doing.
Well I thought of her and then my probelm was solved. After thinking of her I had a few options pop into my head, and I saw in my mind, her tilting her head to one side and smiling that cheeky grin… “Lib, you’re a long time gone, go out, live life” So…. I found a solution to my problem and I am grateful and humble to have met such a woman. God bless you and thank you Nana George.

Now here is a layout Ive just done for SM. I hope you like it… the birdcage stamp is a fave at the moment…

Im so excited to be getting some scrapping done and liking it… I hate using the MOJO word… its just not me… So instead Im back in the game! Speaking of which, the old people (Henceforth you shall remember them as my parents) and I stayed up last night till 1am to watch one of the best games of Rugby Ive seen (Excluding the game of games during the World Cup in ‘03 where we pantsed the Kiwis – I was THERE to see it and my hero Joe Roff!!) anyway back to last night… Australia v South Africa.. we lost but George Gregan was back (YES!) and the keg on legs Dunning had a pearler of a game. Was fun and we had a great night cheering and yelling at the telly.

Im listening to the soundtrack of Saturday Night Fever right now and bouncing around in my chair… Im sure its not a pretty sight, but… I’m taking your advice Nana.

On that note.. ah ah ah ah Stayin Alive! Stayin Alive!

Lib xxx

Bitte!

german for PLEASE! (pronounced bitter)

Would anyone like to swap lives for a short while? Just until I get some perspective. I have no dramas at the moment (apart from my car needing $2000 – 3,000 repairs), but I’d like some help with life’s little point. The universe is trying to make a point/teaching me a lesson, but I’m stuffed if I can understand this lesson. I know the universe works in mysterious ways but I’m 35 now and I have less of an idea about how to deal with life than I did at 25. It could be that I need a good slap, yes I think that’s what I need. Hopefully I will look back and laugh at this post…

Anyway…

Flood!

I had 5 days off work! and our two dams and rainwater tank are full. Dad’s obsessed with his winter grass-seed and it’s welfare. He went out several times in the pouring rain in his wellies and an umbrella to check on how it was going. We got about six inches (of rain – GIRLS!!!) here. Our local big bridge It was closed for a couple of days and it’s raining again this weekend. Last Saturday (yes in the middle of a flood when the radio kept broadcasting people to stay at home) I went to Sydney Scrapbook shopping on my own as all the bus trippers pulled out due to the weather. I did a circuit (can anyone tell me they honestly read that as circuit and not CRICUT??? LOL) starting at Hornsby, the delightfully stampy, Catchy Crafts where I stamped myself up with a new Rachel Greig tiny harlequin and an unmounted birdy set, clocks and such. Then on to Caste Hill for Scrapbook Cottage, very very nice shop got some Doodlebug glitter 12 x 12 paper and stuff … and then off to the two Penrith stores Fred The Needle and the Superstore, I didnt spent too much but I had the bestest day. Came back up the Putty Road which wasn’t closed but should have been. Some trees which had fallen… went the entire way across the road. Well, at least it kept me awake. So rain nor sleet nor fallen trees would stand (Or lay) between me and a scrap shop LOL!.

So

Im sharing a page I did for the SC colour comp. I am thrilled with it myself and the Jessica Sprauge tute that explains how to make a box of words. Just call me Ms Microsoft LOL! Congrats to those that made it to the finals and Sarah who won.

and for your viewing pleasure, this is my scrap space at the moment. I inherited it from MUM, as my bedroom is her old craft room. She has a new craft space now in a corner of the lounge room. Actually I will take a pic of her’s too cause its really cute.

and a random pic of a corner of Mum and Dads house yard that EVERYONE loves to sit and think in.

Well all this has taken me hours and so I will say goodnight and good luck. Have a great Sunday, I will be speaking with you in the fullness of time.

Lib x

Creature Comforts

For Megan

and anyone else who watched Creature Comforts tonight… “I pulled a muscle” ROTFLMAO!

Lib x

In honour of Paul Simon and heads of Art Departments who know passion when they see it…

I am sitting scrapping, listening to Simon & Garfunc… whatever his name is…

I love Paul Simon…

last night I scrapped to George Strait… I bet only two ppl who read this know George…

I ADORE music… and so I leave you with the lyrics to The Boxer…

layouts will have to wait… I hope you appreciate the share, you Palestines!

The Boxer

I am just a poor boy, though my story is seldom told.
I have squandered my resistance,
For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.
All lies and jest.
Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,
In the company of strangers,
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin’ scared.
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,
Where the ragged people go.
Lookin’ for the places, only they would know.

Lie-la-lie …

Asking only workman’s wages I come lookin’ for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue.
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome,
I took some comfort there.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la.

(Instrumental break)

Li la li …

And I’m laying out my winter clothes, and wishing I was gone, goin’ home
Where the new york city winters aren’t bleedin’ me, leadin’ me goin’ home.

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,
Or cut him ’til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
“I am leaving, I am leaving.”
But the fighter still remains, still remains.

Lie-la-lie …

Profound! Says I!

As are these words from Rachie…

I thought they needed saying again… so thanks in advance Rach for the ‘borrow’ of your words

“Ever had the feeling that you are working up a sweat running up an enormously, steep, dusty hill?
No, not a hill, a mountain. But you would be forgiven for thinking it was a treadmill!
You are on the path by yourself, everyone is and you completely forgot all things that would make the journey comfortable,
your ipod, your sunglasses, and hell even your deoderant because you never knew it was coming.
But regardless, you run.
You never stop, you get tired – boy do you get tired, but you run.
You can always see the top of the mountain, some days it seems very close [oh so close] and some days the thought of ever reaching it is
insurmountable.
What is at the top of the mountain is different for everyone and how you try to get there is equally as diverse.
One thing is for certain.
Each of us is a dripping, sweaty, odouress mess on the journey and none of us do it with picture perfect make up and without a hair out of place.
If you think you look like that on your journey you are lying, to yourself and everyone around you.
Why hide?Why pretend?Why lie?Why be fake?
Why worry so much about things you cant control and never could?
Its not fairy floss and rose petals.
Running up the moutain is hard if it were too easy, what would be the damn point?
If every muscle in your body is burning and begging you to stop, you stink with sweat and
look like crap, you should know the only people standing
at the top of that mountain, waiting for you, cheering for you are the real people.
Real friends and family – the ones that love you and the ones that would piggy back you
up that mountain if they could somehow but they know they cant
they can only watch.
The people that only want something from you are not real friends and they will get bored waiting for you – it is a long journey.
The people that dont care about you wont be standing there, they wont even know which mountain you are on – and dont care.
The people that love you and care about you have been there the whole time.
They wait.
Patiently.
Eternally.
They want to be there.
There is no where else they need to be.
You were always meant to run the mountain on your own.
There was never an option for someone to run with you because no one can ever know where you are supposed to be going – except you!
But no one said that you couldnt have friends at the top.
Pushing you when you when you wanted to stop.
Holding you up when you needed to give up.
Smiling at you when you looked up because you believed you were on the mountain alone.
It takes a long time to run up the mountain, but its too short to not appreciate
who is at the top, cheering for you until they are hoarse,
waving pom poms ridiculously like a cheerleader on speed and
too short to not appreciate the sign with your name flashing in neon lights that is visible from space.
Sure you stink, but they are the ones that dont care and the ones that brought the
extra deoderant for when you reach them because they were thinking of you and always have been.
Wake up and look up.”

Ta Rach…

thanks for the visit everyone,

Lib x (who is feeling deep and at peace with where she is *big smile*)