tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69319774388239723392024-03-12T17:49:56.643-07:00Blog This!Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.comBlogger1878125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-78254143673369395962020-12-02T15:53:00.002-08:002020-12-02T15:55:03.150-08:00Wait... What?!<p> Friend: You should write a blog post.</p><p>Me: Wait!.... What?!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5V38YC0kXyU/X8gnyakPUlI/AAAAAAAANFg/xdDJzPGFZOEiv31KU7gsAeMdBecnxX5SwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20200527_112048%25280%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5V38YC0kXyU/X8gnyakPUlI/AAAAAAAANFg/xdDJzPGFZOEiv31KU7gsAeMdBecnxX5SwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20200527_112048%25280%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-small; font-weight: normal;">The Fine Print: funny thing, I mocked up two blog posts a couple of months ago but that's all the further I got, cuz "stuff." I made this whole passel of cards in one sitting. It was fun. You should try it. It's Stampin Up stuff. </span></h4><p><br /></p>Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-70598472971796771832020-01-02T15:08:00.001-08:002020-12-02T15:34:37.484-08:00Shorts WeatherIn the interest of actually writing in my blog this year, I'm posting this fabulous post filled with letters that form words, along with words that form sentences.<br />
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I don't actually have a damn thing to say, which while that never stopped me from posting in the past, certainly has kept me away these past months.<br />
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I thought I'd share these wonderful beachy shorts that would be perfect for the weather in my office today, which topped out at a balmy 82-degrees. Apparently there is an air handler problem... So if you plan to come to college today, bring your shorts! Never fear if you forgot yours, I have plenty for everyone.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">The Fine Print: Any bets on if I wear shorts tomorrow it will be 62-degrees in here? Shorts by DeNami Designs, paper pad called Bahama Mama. </span></span><br /><br />Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-73816649670449760262019-09-09T10:23:00.000-07:002019-09-09T10:23:02.185-07:00It is Monday.<br />
There I was making lunch to take to work this morning when Cindy came up and sat by my feet. We had the following conversation:<br />
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And indeed it is.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">The Fine Print: Fishies by Lawn Fawn. Existential Crisis brought to you by Monday. </span></span>Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-58147611443816890672019-08-27T15:06:00.001-07:002019-09-09T10:23:10.372-07:00Inking of YouSo back in the days when I was still driving my truck.... before some kid in his daddy's Beemer crossed over the center lane and murdered my baby, which I then replaced with the top of the line all the bells and whistles and ridiculous features car that was was then brutally murdered by a red light runner when it was but a baby so I replaced that with a year old not quite top of the line car without some bells and some whistles and no ridiculous features that got into a fender bender thing when it was just a toddler....yeah, before all that... so anyway I was driving my truck along and a firetruck, you know those huge red things with all the ladders and buff men in big coats hanging off of it, came zooming up the street behind me with all of its bells and whistles and flashing lights and screaming sirens on, so I pulled over.<br />
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Right? I pulled over just like you are taught to do when an emergency vehicle with its lights and sirens on shares a road with you, except for the road had had a curb so I pulled over as far as I could. Anyhow Bibsy in the car behind me either didn't get the memo or was too busy texting, painting her nails and waxing her bikini line and almost plowed into me. She was so affronted by my actions that she laid on her horn and whipped the wheel of car to zig zag around me. <br />
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Only she pulled into the lane the firetruck was in causing him to veer around her and he laid on his horn.....<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>BBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNK!</b></span><br />
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as only a firetruck can.<br />
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And she slammed her car hard over into the curb at the side of the road. It was a thing of beauty. Her waxed bikini line? Not so much.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">The Fine Print: That's all really. Just wanted to let you know that I was thinking about y'all. Stamps by Amuse. Yeah, I'm still alive. So what?!</span></span><br />
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<br />Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-19469813374002361532018-12-06T15:46:00.001-08:002018-12-06T15:46:26.366-08:00Merry Holidays<div style="text-align: center;">
It's getting all kinds of festive here in my office.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">The Fine Print: It's fine. It's totally fine here. Everything's fine. Nope, that twitch is perfectly normal. It's fine. We're all fine. This is the finest fine you'll every see. </span>Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-10221817829630609412018-09-24T14:35:00.000-07:002018-09-24T14:35:01.505-07:00Queen of the Hive<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sometimes I break out in a rash, and by "rash" I mean hives, and by "hives" I mean one.<br />
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One hive.<br />
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Like just one lone bump that is insanely itchy. One might be persuaded to call that a bug bite, but they'd be wrong.<br />
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Seriously, I'm just too lazy to make more than one itchy bump at a time.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">The Fine Print: Stamp by Copperleaf, wee little bees by Recollections. Rash by Nature, who is a mother. </span>Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-37801009744452631192018-08-30T16:57:00.000-07:002018-08-30T16:57:11.208-07:00Pucker Up!*kiss*kiss*<br />
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So good to see you again. Blogger recently asked me if I was around and intended to use my blog anymore. I thought, of course I am still around.... Gee, maybe I'd better inform my readers (all 6 of you) that I am still alive and kicking and <b>employed.</b><br />
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See, Dio told you a story about how at my work they were giving out boxes (a very desirable commodity if you are a cat) and telling you to go home. That wasn't fiction; they truly are doing that. So far they haven't done that <i>to me.</i> And that's good because I'd need more than one box <i>and</i> a dolly <i>and</i> I'd have to get on our elevator which is scary even on good days. So not only am I still here (Blogger), I am still here (my job). I've said goodbye to a number of coworkers including my boss. Being bossless was scary (almost as scary as that elevator) because my job title says I'm suppose to support someone and if there is no someone... why have me? Oh! Because I'm cool, that's why!<br />
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They stole me a boss from another job site though so it's all good now. She's in charge of all sorts of things I haven't dealt with before so I'm learning all sorts of new stuff, including that being the go-to person for years for answers on what do know about is paying off as I know can ask for info in return and be happily given it.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">The Fine Print: Mousie stamp by Stampabilities or whoever was in charge of House Mouse at the time I bought it. Smile from my stash. And if I'm given a box right after I post this.... I'm blaming y'all! </span>Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-54419139915414999082018-07-06T10:24:00.000-07:002018-07-06T10:24:12.405-07:00Surf or Die<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hi! My name is Dio and you might remembers me from previous blogging posts. Well, I'm here to tell you that my moms has been rilly rilly bizzie doing stoopid stuff, like not petting me! Can you beeleeve that wood happen?!<br />
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Well, sumtimez my moms goes to werk. You know what they are doing at her werk lately? They gibe you a cardboard box and tell you to go home.<br />
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<b><i>I KNOW, RIGHT?!!!!!</i></b><br />
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Can you beeleeve that? Your very own cardboard box!!!! <i>And </i>you git to go home!!! How nice is that?!!<br />
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Sumhowz my moms doezn't think that is very nice. She sayz she has werked there for a bazillion years, like moor than I am old, but I'm not berry old, and she has sum cardboard boxes of her own at home already.<br />
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Anywayz, it is summers time now and that means you should go surfing! Surf or die! Surf or die! Here's a kitty cat and he is surfing.<br />
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Here's my moms and dads. They are dying.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">The Fine Prints: kitty stamp by Pennys Black, weird exercise called Glide Fit and it makes you rilly rilly seesicks. Luv ya! -Dio</span>Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-65022265928099064902018-06-20T10:09:00.001-07:002018-06-20T10:09:55.915-07:00Keep Your Important Things CloseYeah, so I'm not dead yet, big deal. I have a story to tell you!<br />
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I have a cell phone now after a good decade of cell phone avoidance. I'm not a big fan of carrying it with me everywhere. I feel stupid. Like there is no one I want to talk to so much that I need to carry a phone around waiting on them, especially when I'm at work.<br />
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I pointed that out to a coworker and she said, "Yeah, but your phone is like a mini-computer and it's expensive so you don't want to leave that in your office where someone could snatch it."<br />
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Based on that logic, the next time I have a stamp shindig after work you might catch me on campus carrying around a Big Shot all day. That thing cost more than my phone and I'd really hate for someone to snatch it!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">The Fine Print: Not that they'd know what to do with it... Stamps by Stampin' Up. Catch ya later! Peace, love, and die cutting. j</span>Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-70120478764324956052018-04-15T12:44:00.000-07:002018-04-15T12:44:19.242-07:00Starving Children in AfricaI found myself dissecting a rotisserie chicken to the Nth degree like I was an apocalypse survivor or perhaps a contestant on Naked and Afraid. After I caught myself and had a good laugh I went back to blissfully wasting food, telling myself it isn't like there were starving children from Africa around.<br />
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That got me thinking the first time that line got used on me. It came from my paternal grandfather. You have to know that he was the head of his household and he served. Everyone sat down, said grace, and then he picked up a platter and filled it. You got the plate he filled for you.<br />
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You can bet that as a giant of a man used to a lifetime of manual labor, he put much more food on the plate than your average suburban kid needed. I remember my mom trying to curb his enthusiasm for piling our plates full. I also remember the withering slit eyed stare he gave her in return.<br />
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Anyway, there I was not cleaning my plate, which may be attributed to the massive quantities of food on it or it may be attributed to the fact that my grandmother insisted on making some mystery "relish salad" every meal. It was pink and lumpy and not something I would associate with food. My grandfather admonished me to clear my plate because there were starving children in Africa.<br />
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That stopped me in my tracks. I had to ponder that one. It did not compute. It went against all the other kid admonishments that I heard every day. You know, the ones about share your toys, help the less fortunate, blah, blah, blah... But this... Now you're saying I have food and some kid doesn't, so I should eat mine up real fast???? It didn't seem real Christian.<br />
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Anyway, that's childhood for ya, filled with contradictory messages. And just so you know, I did clear my plate today. Twice. I did not share with any starving African children, but I did give some to a Siamese cat that was almost on death's door from hunger (or so she says).<br />
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Anyhow, given the lack of oxygen situation, I decided for a career change. I'm gonna be a lamp for awhile. No breathing required.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">The Fine Print: Stamps by Taylored Expressions, DSP and ribbon by Stampin' Up.</span></span>Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-66756263569350733732018-03-09T07:59:00.000-08:002018-03-09T07:59:08.811-08:00You've Cat to be Kitten Me!So my name is Dio and Im the Guest Columnist today. My gurlfurend had a babie. So now sumtimez I gotta babie sit. I lurned that dozn't mean you get to sit ON the babie. Dat's too bad cuz the babie is nice and warm. And soft.<br />
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I also lurned that wen the babie cries, you go and get the babies mom. You find her and say, "Hey ladie, your babie is crying."<br />
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And here's a card my mom's furend sented her. That furend haz the bestest cat stamps. Well, my mom haz the bestest cats! Uh huh.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">The Fine Print: Bra die by MFT, greeting by Hero Arts.</span>Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-57372788151895358162018-03-05T10:17:00.001-08:002018-03-05T10:17:08.490-08:00The First 3 Letters Spell 'DIE'Since I've been asked multiple times if I'm dead or not, I thought I'd respond to let you know that I'm not dead, but things were touch and go there for awhile.<br />
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A few weeks or so ago I went through a spate were I was really tired all the time. I'd wake up tired, I'd go to bed tired, I'd spend all day tired... and I wasn't just tired, I was exhausted.<br />
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I mentioned it to a coworker of mine who keeps track of what I'm doing (someone has to) and she said she noticed I'd been eating less and she had a theory on all my tiredness: You're spending more energy each day than you are taking in.<br />
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So I just looked at her for a long time before muttering that she had obviously had no idea how diets work.*<br />
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In fact, I know she doesn't understand how diets work because her idea of a diet is to Google some celebrity name and eat whatever fad diet they are pushing that day. You know, like the cabbage soup diet for heart patients or the 6-apples-a-day-and-all-the-apple-juice-you-can-drink-diet, only if you don't actually have cabbage or apples in your house you can substitute Snickers bars and Oreo cookies.<br />
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Anyway, I'm not dead and I got over the 24/7 tiredness except for today. Today I am tired. I went to bed tired and I woke up tired and I even dreamed that I was tired! In my dream, I woke up tired and went to work anyway because if I didn't I couldn't go swimming after work and then <i>that's exactly what happened</i>. Well, almost.. I mean I'm still at work so I haven't gone swimming yet, but that's the plan.<br />
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Oh yeah, here's a card, cuz this is a card blog:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">The Fine Print: *Yes, it's true, there is 19 less pounds of me than there used to be. Also, I'm tired today because I went to a stamp convention yesterday and it was awesome! But I was ON all morning and ON all afternoon and ON most of the evening and as a introvert all that ON is tiring. Leafy stamp by Stampin' Up and has been languishing in my pending file for however long it has been since I haven't posted it. I might post more unless I die because I fell asleep swimming, but either way don't hold your breath because I'm not, not even when I go swimming because I don't really swim when I'm swimming.</span>Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-23106500255959212642018-01-25T14:54:00.000-08:002018-01-25T14:54:48.485-08:00Just Like Falling SnowThis morning when putting on socks I suddenly noticed something tan and foreign looking on the bottom of sock. Fearing the worst, I started hopping up and down on one leg. I have this newly gimpy knee that sometimes does not wish to straighten and other times does not wish to bend. I finally crashed onto the bed saving me the embarrassment of being tossed to the ground by an unruly knee. I managed to twist my leg around so I could get a good look at what was on the bottom of my sock: HAINES embroidered in gold.<br />
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Yep, I about killed myself over a logo.<br />
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And on that note, let's talk about snow covered Christmas cards, like the one below for <a href="http://merrymondaychristmaschallenge.blogspot.com/2018/01/merry-monday-274-let-it-snow.html" target="_blank">Merry Monday</a>. This was made with the freebies from one of those overseas crafting magazines and some Stampin' Up ribbon. This brings my card total up to 12 because I never finished last week's card but there is still hope as the parts are on my desk. It could happen, sometime before May even.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">The Fine Print: But don't hold your breath. </span>Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-39333737581267534792018-01-09T09:26:00.000-08:002018-01-09T09:26:26.750-08:00Merry Moose<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was afraid that I would be stymied either way but then I remember my fabulous moose and his hipster glasses and this card was born. I gave myself bonus points for using up that evergreen card topper from my stash. </div>
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Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-13566530913036147662018-01-02T07:44:00.000-08:002018-01-02T07:44:53.957-08:00Turning Over a New Leaf<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So... let me tell you how holiday card making went in 2017.<br />
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Not well. Not well at all. I tried. I just could not get into it. Then the zero hour hit and I panicked. I had some cards made but not enough. I pulled out all the cards I could find. You know, those weird experimental cards that didn't turn out right, or the ones you tried some new technique, or the ones you made on flimsy cardstock.... yeah, <i>those. </i>Plus I pulled out leftover cards from kits, cards from workshops, cards I kept for inspiration, and any card that was slightly winter-y or Christmas-y.<br />
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That has left me with absolutely nothing in my Christmas card stash, not even dead pine needles. So in order to have cards (hopefully enough cards even!) I'm turning over a new leaf (or evergreen bough as the case may be) and am going to pay close attention to <a href="http://merrymondaychristmaschallenge.blogspot.com/2018/01/merry-monday-271-embossing.html" target="_blank">Merry Monday</a> again this year.<br />
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This week brings us EMBOSSING as the prompt. Thank the heavens that they allow either heat embossing or dry embossing. I don't like heat embossing so I pulled out some embossing folders and went to town.<br />
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Not that you can even see it on this card, but there are snowflakes in the background of this card. There is one large one (with bling in the middle) and several smaller ones. This was a rather traditional but bland card so I tried again:<br />
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This one has a quirky triangle background that I really liked. I kept the rest of the card simple because... well, because I don't really know how to make non-simple cards anymore.<br />
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That's it for this week. No telling if I can make a card every week and play along because I don't have much stamping time but I'll do my best. These 2 cards bring my total up to 10 for the year (yep, I made a few random other cards over my holiday break). We're on a roll!<br />
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<br />Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-91570680642913305132018-01-01T17:26:00.000-08:002018-01-01T17:26:44.700-08:00Morning CoffeeSo did you stay up late last night to ring in the new year? I did. Me and the cats, we partied. And by partied I mean they hid under furniture while I told them that wasn't really gunfire or an artillery assault.<br />
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Charles was convinced it was the beginning of the zombie apocalypse. I may not have discouraged that idea...<br />
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Anyway, since we stayed up so late (at least THREE HOURS past my bedtime), we needed coffee in the morning.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">The Fine Print: So I found out how to avoid those dark dreary mornings... sleep in until the sun is high in the sky. Stamps, dies, and DSP from SU.</span></span>Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-405092722382405682017-12-24T18:03:00.001-08:002017-12-24T18:03:45.100-08:00Stealing My Thunders<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hi, my name is Charles and I'm busy keeping watch for Santa Claus now. See, I gotta set him straight on something that happened today.<br />
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My mom dropped her water bottle lid and it bounced off her foot and disappeared. She said, "Oh no, Charles, Help me!" So I crawled around on the floor with her and we looked and looked for the lid but it was gone.<br />
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I told my mom a idea I had, "Get the stick, Mom! Get the Stick! The stick! The stick!" and I ran down the hall to where the stick lives in the closet. Mom got the stick out and then she fished around under the stove. I helped her move the stick so it would right. Just when the lid was about to come out from under the stove my little brother, Dio, reached in and grabbed it with his paw and gave it to her.<br />
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"Thank you, Dio!" she squealed, "You are the best cat ever!"<br />
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Now he's all saying that Santa is bringing him all the presents and none for me. That's not right! I did all the work. I crawled on the floor and I told my to get the stick and I helped her use the stick. Dio just took all the credit. Well, so I have to tell Santa how it really went down.<br />
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I hope your Christmas is merry!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">The Fine Print: The stick is a yardstick bought for the express purpose of fishing cat toys out from under things. I got it from the hardware store. They keep them in the locked cage with the drills and other expensive tools because a good yardstick is worth its weight in gold. Happy holidays!</span></span>Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-78605351723663903462017-12-19T02:00:00.000-08:002017-12-19T02:00:53.434-08:00Retro ChristmasI started this post near the end of November with the intention of linking it with the latest Rudolph post, but then there was a shiny thing and I got distracted....<br />
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I figured out my problem... I guess I should explain that a little better in that I figured out one of the many, many, many problems I have. This one won't solve world hunger or even my own hunger, but at least I "get it" a little better. "It" being why I can't make Christmas cards this year.<br />
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This has been a year-long problem and I don't get what is blocking me. Many people say that it's the heat and yeah Christmas and 92 F don't really go together even here in Southern Arizona but it isn't like I'm sitting out in a splash of sunshine trying to make cards. My craft room is the coldest room in the house and it has long since been woolen undies, mittens and hot cocoa weather in there.<br />
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This weekend it hit me that it was over abundance of holiday <strike>crap</strike> craft stuff that makes me stop in my tracks when it comes to making Christmas cards. I have drawers and boxes and bins of stamps, a good 3 pounds of holiday DSP, enough holiday embellishments to open a booth at the fair, a garbage bag full of ribbon, an insane amount of holiday punches and dies and so many wonderful complicated ideas swirling around in my head it is no reason I put it all away and go back to reading my book.<br />
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So, anyway, I pulled out limited supplies and made these cards. So yeah, sometimes less IS more. And other times more is not enough. Happy Christmas card making!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">The Fine Print: Stamps by Stampin' Up, papers and random embellishments from my copious stash (which isn't so copious now that I took a bunch of it to share at a holiday card making crop). </span>Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-9630081204991296162017-12-18T08:28:00.000-08:002017-12-18T08:28:00.968-08:00The First Three Letters Spell...I have lost 8 pounds on my diet so far, but I confess that it is starting to make me a bit loopy. The other day I came up to one of my coworkers and said, "Talk dirty to me."<br />
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Taken aback they answered, "Um.... what do you want me to say?"<br />
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In a sultry voice I answered, "Tell me what you ate for lunch...."<br />
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Ooh, baby!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">The Fine Print: During the weigh in be sure to remove your bundled layers otherwise you'll be horrified by the gain. No need to remove your earrings unless you tend to wear bricks for earrings. Stamp by Taylored Expressions, dies by Spellbinders, and all the other stuff from my stash. </span>Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-89093709417860352202017-12-08T11:56:00.001-08:002017-12-08T11:56:48.480-08:00Come PreparedMy coworker and I were heading down to a meeting today when she hesitated. I could see that she was deep in thought. "What's up?" I asked.<br />
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"Should I bring a pen to this meeting? It's not like they say anything noteworthy..." She asked.<br />
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"Oh, I <i>always</i> bring a pen," I answered.<br />
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"Why?"<br />
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"You never know when you'll need to write a suicide note."<br />
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And that about sums up our meeting. I took some very good notes today though (click it to biggify):<br />
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And on a completely different note here's a card I made:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">The Fine Print: We're not having a snow day but we are having our first cold day of the season and we're all whining like little bitches. Penguin by Art Impressions, snowflakes by Memory Box and A Muse Studio.</span>Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-8627259817058522872017-11-21T10:53:00.002-08:002017-11-21T10:53:56.733-08:00Dancing the Night AwayHi! My name is Cindy and I'm gonna write this blog post today because my momma she doesn't write blog posts any more and peoples are starting to worry about her.<br />
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Anyway, you shouldn't worry about my momma because she is just fine. She is just busy doing other things that are not making cards. Like the other day she was busy petting me and then the other other day she wented to the swimmings pool and today she going to go dancing like she has rhythm or something. Oh my! I can't imagine how funny that must look.<br />
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I bet it looks a lot like this sassy lady here, only you gotta imagine that all the other peoples dancing have their other arm up and are facing the other way. That's how my mom does it, opposites all the way.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">The Fine Print: Sassy lady by Stampin' Up. Cindy's original name was Sassy but since she didn't want to be named after a Disney character she had her name legally changed. First she had to sign a paper that said she wasn't a terrorist. And usually she isn't. </span>Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-40796175265454131242017-11-06T09:59:00.000-08:002017-11-06T09:59:33.194-08:00Things Adults Don't KnowI recently read an article about things people had to tell other adults that was surprising. Some of them were real doozies, like once you cross the equator in an airplane you plane is not upside down and if you are standing on an island in the Pacific Ocean all the water you see is the Pacific Ocean. That body of water in the direction that the sun rises out of is not magically the Atlantic Ocean.<br />
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Others weren't so earth-shattering like people who didn't understand why once you added up the amounts of their payments it was more than the car sold for (interest, people!). The one I encounter isn't so earth shattering but is kind of perplexing. Then again I didn't grow up in the cell phone age.<br />
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I work at a reception desk for our department. We have an extra phone there for when people need to borrow a phone. Much like any phone in a rather public area it doesn't call long distance. So when people ask to borrow the phone we always tell them it doesn't call long distance and most of them respond that it is local. (The few who don't we send off to another place where there is a phone that dials long distance.)<br />
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The person using the phone will dial and hang up and dial and hung up and look perplexed and finally ask us why their call won't go through. When we ask what number they are dialing they invariably tell us a 10-digit number and we remind them you can't make long distance calls from. At that point a few people get that they need to drop the area code of their number and try again but most just look at you blankly like a deer in headlights.<br />
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Usually they get it when you further explain you drop the 520 (our area's area code). I had one person who asked what that meant so I explained that 520 meant the phone number was based out of Southern Arizona and that on a landline if you were calling it, you just ignored it. That just made it worse for her because then how does she get calls on her 520 number when she is out of state. *sigh*<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">The Fine Print: Stamps, dies and things by Stampin Up except the greeting by A Muse Studio.</span>Princess Judy Palmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14870980058627037243noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931977438823972339.post-69115435076699548742017-10-31T00:30:00.000-07:002017-10-31T00:30:16.593-07:00Happy Pumpkin Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm going out on a limb and say that the Stephanie Bernard Sizzix Fold-it Pumpkin die was really popular this year. I base that assumption on the contents of my mailbox this season:<br />
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