enJOY it

So I had big plans for this one.  Obviously.  It is supposed to be the epic novel.  Most epic novels are good.  Or at least long.  But I forgot about my hyperactive gmail account.  And my bloglines that wants to divorce me on account of neglect.  And then there is also abc.com that wants some of my love.  And I have to mention my photography class that desires a paper. 

And of course my friends and boyfriend who, believe it or not, are cooler than my novel.

What I am trying to say is that life goes on.  You get off the boat, you finish your drink, you run out of listerine, you spend all your chips, the song ends, the hangover hits.  You know, badda-bing-badda-boom, you get back to dry land. 

It is all about the details.  The phone calls from 11338 to 11406.  The purple bra fiasco.  The dress sharing.  The rockette rountine.  The nicknames.  The wheat bread rolls.  The dolphins.  The seals.  The taxi (scratch that – I do not want to remember that ride…).  The stairs.  9-0 status at Skywalkers.  The MyBunny rap.  The gas-masks. 

You know, the good stuff.  The totally random stuff that in 80 years I should not remember but I will because I wrote it all down and plan to album-ize it, complete with ribbon and photos.  Because I am just that cool.

And you might be wondering how the card-creation went.  And the answer is drunk card-making is where it is at.  I would most certainly not call them art.  But I would definitely call them memories.  They will be up on the blog tomorrow.  For shizz.

And now, the moment we have all been waiting for.  Some photos, comin’ atcha:

I have 197 more where those came from.  I am currently living the Scrapbook Dream.