Hairmixer

 Okay so there's this hilarious thing on the web called Hairmixer where you can take your picture and mash your face in. It's quicker and easier than doing it in photoshop myself so I had some fun. I used the facebook version. Here's some fun pictures.

It is definitely a really fun way to waste time. haha.

LOROUT

Windows Live Writer

Okay so I've decided to try Windows Live Writer. We'll see how this works for me. Basically the only real difference it makes is that I'll post from my computer instead of from online, so far as I can see. Although inserting pictures and the like just got a bit easier. It's got a format somewhat like Windows Live Hotmail. I'm also trying Windows Live Mail on for size. It seems to be a lot like Outlook, except that it's actually compatible with my newer email address. Interesting. I may even uninstall Messenger now (egad) ... the only real reason I've been using it for the last who knows how long is so that I can see if I've got any email without visiting the hotmail website, all lazy like.

So, just for prestige and to demonstrate, I will add a photo. How about, an artsy picture from my wedding that I took most of the colour out of, just for fun.

How cute.

toodles!

LOR

I Dare You

In the event that people start reading my blog again, after my slightly less-than-brief absence, I want to give a shoutout
to another blog of sorts, kind of, called The Dares. http://www.efferdares.com/ is a blog/website kinda thingymabob (that is the technical term, just so you're
educamated) that gives ideas and/or inspirations to Scrapbookers! They have a book called We Dare You. The description they give for thier book is as follows:

Here it is. The Dare book! We worked super hard on this and we hope you love it as much as we do! It’s chock full of inspiration…from interesting techniques to thought provoking journaling prompts. There are 40 dares total (with 38 being never before seen!) and plenty of ideas and prompts to get your scrapping started. Whatever you’re looking for, this is the place to find it!
Inside you will find brilliant artwork from Laura Kurz, Jamie Bagley, Allison Flynn, Jill Hornby, Linda Buranasakorn, Jamaica Edgell, Sarah Bowen, Erika Hernandez, Michelle Guray, Jessica Fulkerson and Anja Wade and all of the Dare girls.
We Dare You So go check it out and buy it cause it rules!

I don't currently own the book but I think I would like to. It's a pretty neat idea. I have the website at the top of my links, not that I've actually followed any of the dares thus far but I keep them in the back of my mind, and if one hits that really strikes me I will do it for sure.

While I'm just sitting here pimping out links, although I guess if I were actually pimping I'd get something out of it, but anyways, I'm posting to my deviantart account again too. I've got a few digital scrapbook layouts up I think, but at the moment I'm largely posting photos and drawings. I should pull my mom's scanner out and put it on my computer and start scanning in my drawings, I've got a sketchbook again and every couple of days I pop out a few half-decent drawings. Even a few really good ones, if I do say so myself. I'm particularly practising drawing babies, as I have discovered I have a sad, sad lack in that general area. I want to get a pose doll thiny and maybe a posebook as well, not the naked-people kind, I've heard there's a few decent ones with people in swimsuits.

Anyways, have a great Sunday! LUVLOR.

Crazy Paranoid Lady

Okay so I am a crazy paranoid lady in the middle of the night. Let me start off by explaining that my craziness is not completely random. I watched Degrassi The Next Generation (stupid show, I know, but it was on and My Darling Daughter was not into going to bed early) and there was this thing about advertising or whatever. Girls were wearing this dress as a form of advertisement for a sponsor who was sponsoring the badmintine tourney, and this became a huge deal as they were told how they could and couldn't act/eat/whatevs.
So, anyways. 12:30 am rolls around and The Baby starts to cry. And cry. And cry and cry and cry. I'm pretty sure she was suffering from some painful bloating from the potato soup we both ate (lots of onions) because I had the same problem about 15 minutes later. Anyways, so I think this woke me up from some sort of wierd dream, because when The Husband made a comment about The Baby crying (she sleeps in our room at the moment) I started irritably going on about how "They" shouldn't be allowed to advertise like this. The Husband, although more than half asleep himself, still found this a little wierd. "What?" I proceeded to try to mumble some sort of obtuse, vague explanation that "They" were advertising via the crying baby and it shouldn't be allowed because it just wasn't right. Meanwhile, The Baby continued to cry loudly, stopping for a moment when I rocked her but starting right up again, twice as loud, of course, when I lay her back down. The Husband made one last attempt at grasping what exactly I was jabbering on about. "What are you talking about? What are "They" advertising by the baby crying?"
I don't even remember what I mumbled back to that one. It wasn't any sort of logic. I didn't have any, of course. I couldn't really answer the question, but I knew that was his fault, and not mine. That or "Thiers". The Husband, being half asleep, decided to just pretend I wasn't talking anymore.
Between this and the constantly crying baby, I was completely frustrated. I gritted my teeth and picked up The Baby, then lay her on the bed beside The Husband, where she calmed down somewhat, realizing she had once again sucessfully wound up in the master bed. Then I stalked off to dig the Infacol out from under the lazyboy in the livingroom, (I'm not sure what's wierder, the fact that it was under there or the fact that I knew where to find it) administered a good dose to my sniffling child, and went back to bed. I did not remember or realize my complete lack of sanity until my husband texted me at 9:30 am to apologize for being a jerk last night. (After I crawled back into bed, he asked me to go grab his long johns from the clean laundry and bring them to the bedroom so he wouldn't have to walk around cold in the morning. I was completely unimpressed with this request and informed him he could get his own long johns, in the morning. He informed me that getting his long johns was 'the least I could do.' This was 197% the worst possible thing he could have said to the woman who pretty much single-handedly has been getting up with his baby in the night for the last seven months. We are both a little stupid in the middle of the night.)

So yeah. I'm kind of a crazy person, a little. Just at night though. Maybe somebody should take my baby away at night. hehe. Yesplz.

Ooh Baby

So, it's been a while. I'll start off by assuring the reader that my armpits have, in fact, returned to relative normalicy. We may all breathe a collective sigh of relief.
The Baby is seven months old now, and a complete nutcase. I mean that in the best way possible, of course. I refer to the fact that, for example, at six months old she learned to crawl, and then promptly decided that this was not quite ridiculously advanced enough for her, and proceeded to stand a few days later. Now at seven months she can walk around if you hold her hands, and today she stood completely independantly without holding onto anything for like thirty seconds; we were both pretty shocked, her and I, and stood there staring at each other, until she quietly and slowly crouched down and sat. That's right, you get back down there, I'm not ready for you to advance. Your peers are still working on starting to crawl, huffing as they wiggle thier little butts and contemplate where this could lead. Maybe go back to that.
No, I really do appreciate the fact that she's a quick learner. I'm sure as soon as she walks I'll retract that completely until she starts Kindergarten, but for now it's cute to watch her tiny little self cruise around the living room and walk around the furniture.
Today I once again went through the To Grow In To box. To my complete horror, when I was finished there were only seven things left in the box, four of which she could fit now but they are for the summer season. (Put her in a halter dress? In March? There's about three feet of snow laughing at the idea just outside my window.) I hope she has another phase like the one just previous to this, where she pretty much doesn't grow at all for months and months. I don't know what happened, one day her clothes were comfortable 3-6 months clothes and two weeks later the 6-9 months clothes were too snug. Little monster, that was a huge pile of really cute, not so cheap clothes. At least with the complete lack of wear and tear I can probably sell them for a pretty decent price yet.