Tuesday, November 24, 2009

my2angels frame for an OTP challenge

my2angels frame is my entry for the OTP challenge over at Aussie Girls this month.
Jo, who set the challenge, is so flippen amazing on the saw (or whatever you call the tool LOL) that she also made me the frame – clever girl ah? Even used the same fonts as my logo.
I just love what she did and I am so happy with the outcome

On the pink skeleton leaves I applied pink kindy glitz.
Buzz and Bloom Chipboard Botanica Flowers
and our new love key charms with pink organza ribbon

The black rhinestone flourish I left the plastic backing on and just cut around it to give it a backing and then adhered it with dimensional magic to the frame.
I gave the gardenia flowers a spray of glimmer mist – pink taffy and graphite, they look so pretty I wish you could see it better in the photo

The photo is in between 2 sheets of acetate and I stamped a flourish with jet black stazon ink (which we now have back in stock). The normal ink eg versa colour won't stick to acetate

The letters I painted, added black rhinestones and wiped ink randomly over the edges. My “2” is covered in black kindy glitz

And look what Anne P gave me with the comment Tracy - LOVE her little shop. I am going to cheat cause I did the questionnaire with only one word answers allowed, last week, that goodness!!! Cause OMG it was so hard for me just to say/type one thing, as some of you would know LOL!

Since its Monday morning ... holy smoke ... 1am what happened to the last 2 hours! anyway I thought it was about time I left you with some humour. If you have seen this before ... oh well I hope it gives you another laugh ... not as funny as the waxing story nothing will beat that ...

Lizard Birthing Story

If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet
syndrome including toilet-flush burials for dead goldfish, the story
below will have you laughing out LOUD!

Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet.
Here's what happened:
Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was
"something wrong" with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in
his room.

"He's just lying here looking sick," he told me.
"I'm serious, Mom. Can you help?

"I put my best lizard-healer statement on my face and followed
him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on
his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do.

"Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!"

"Oh my gosh," my husband diagnosed after a minute.
"She's having babies."

"What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie,

I was equally outraged. "Hey, how can that be? I thought we said
we didn't want them to reproduce," I accused my husband.

"Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" he
inquired.(I actually think he said this sarcastically!)

"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded him, (in
my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth

"Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.

"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know," He
informed me. (Again with the sarcasm, you think?)

By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going
on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. "Kids, this is going
to be a wondrous experience," I announced. "We're about to
witness the miracle of birth.

" OH, Gross!" they shrieked.

Well, isn't THAT just great! What are we going to do with a litter
of tiny little lizard babies?" my husband wanted to know. (I really
do think he was being snotty here, too, don't you?)

We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like
a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.

"We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted.

"Its breech," my husband whispered, horrified.

"Do something, Mom!" my son urged.

"Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot
when it next appeared, giving it a gingerly tug. It disappeared. I
tried several more times with the same results.

"Should I call 911?" my eldest son wanted to know.
"Maybe they could talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern
here with the men in my house?)

"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly. We drove to the vet
with my son holding the cage in his lap.

"Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged.

"I don't think lizards do Lamaze," his father noted to him. (Men
can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what he does to me is
one thing, but this boy is of his loins, for God's sake.)

The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the
little animal through a magnifying glass.

"What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested scientifically.

"Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr and Mrs. Cameron, may
I speak to you privately for a moment?"

I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.

"Is Ernie going to be okay?" my husband asked.

"Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us. "This lizard is not in labour.
In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen...Ernie is a boy. You see,
Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into
maturity, like most male species, they um....um....masturbate."

He blushed, glancing at my husband. "Well, you know what I'm saying, Mrs Cameron."

We were silent, absorbing this.

"So Ernie's just...just...Excited," my husband offered.

"Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood. More
silence. Then my vicious, cruel husband started to giggle. And
giggle. And then even laugh loudly.

"What's so funny?" I demanded knowing, but not believing that
the man I married would commit the upcoming affront to my
flawless femininity.

Tears were now running down his face.

"It's just...that...I'm picturing... you pulling on
it's...it's...teeny little..." he gasped for more air to bellow in
laughter once more.

"That's enough," I warned.

We thanked the Veterinarian and hurriedly bundled the lizards
and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to
be okay.

"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you've done, Mom," he told

"Oh, you have NO idea," my husband agreed, collapsing with

2 - Lizards - $ 140...
1 - Cage - $ 50...
Trip to the Vet - $ 30...
Memory of your wife pulling on a lizard's wacker. Priceless!!!
Doesn't anyone know lizards lay eggs???


Tracey said...

ROFPML.....I always love your stories Tracy.
I adore that frame, stunning work :)

Shell said...

He,he,he. Thats too funny.
Your frame is BEAUTIFUL Tracy. x

amanda73 said...

pmsl............thats a good one tracy

jacqui miles said...

ROFLMAO.... how funny Tracy thats the best story !! :)