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Ding dong .... the doorbell ... now imagine a 4 1/2 pound yorkie/chihuahua/maltese mix barking at the top of its squeaky little voice and almost tripping me on the way downstairs to the door. Yeah, it's my buddy the mailman ... in my hand ... a yappy dog, in his hands, a bill, an electronic signature device and a package!!! and the package is flat but a good 12 x 12 in size!!! I sign the machine while he pats my dog ... and we chat, exhange pleasantries and smiles ... and he leaves ... I of course run upstairs with my package, dog and bill in hand. I release the dog, throw the bill on the stack of other things not yet opened and race up to my daughter (who is the official package opener in this house) she tears the package open, says cute ... and resumes her studying ... i grab the package and rush down to my scrap area to ooogle my goodies. Yes, It's the Collection Pack of JoyRide, the newest release by Collage Press!!! I have been coveting this line and to get it as a prezzie from Collage Press is just too exciting ... i am hoping to play most of tommorrow with it! And i want snow damit, fresh snow right now so i can take more pictures .... oooh and i got a package of chipboard embellishments as well .... better yet, you all know how i love "text" and text stamps and using book pages and well all things the text ... i pull out the piece of pattern paper in the collection pack that is all text on one side and begin to read and holy kismet batman ... it's the words to one of my all time favourite books .... Here's the first bit printed on the paper ... "Perhaps he must, if he sees enough of her. But, though Bingley and Jane meet tolerably often, it is never for many hours together; and, as they always see each other in large mixed parties ..."
Tell me which novel is partially reprinted on the JoyRide paper and i will do a random draw later this week and send the winner some vintagey inspired goodies ....


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You gotta do some imagining here ... DD imitating a soldier on a walky talkie ... "crrrrk .... We have a wild hair in Sector 7 ... Repeat a wild hair in Sector 7 ... crrrk ..." followed by me yelling "is it long?" ... DD rushes for the tweezers and pulls a nasty 12footlong hair from my chin ... okay, it wasn't really 12 feet long, but my embarrasement made me feel like it was 12 feet long ... "Crrrrk .... Sector 7 cleared, repeat Sector 7 cleared ... crrrk" Oh the glories of getting older ... my hormones are once again running amok and hairs sprout from weird places and my eyes are too weak to see them ... not so loving this stage ... then again, its better than no stage at all ....

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