Busy, Busy, Busy

52 Book Marks for the teachers at my son's school.

A second class on how to make word art on your Silhouette.

June 7

6:30-8:30pm

It's a great class to learn how to use your Silhouette,

or learn how much you really, really need one.

A Friday night out with the girls to learn how to turn your grunge scraps into wearable art.

Or fun page accents.

Friday, June 4

6:30-9pm

All this and more at For Keeps Sake Scrapbook Store

314-487-8131

Who's Got Talent?

He does!

He rocked the school with his rendition of "Your Touch."

Way to go, dude!!!

One Fine Day

All right, let's do this thing!

My son's school is short one very important playground. We've been struggling all year to raise the funds to purchase the first phase--for a whopping $25,000, before installation. We've dined out for it several time. Purchased many pretzels. And today, he walked for it.

Fourteen people agreed to sponsor my son as he walked his whole recess away to raise money for the playground he so desperately wants. THANK YOU, THANK YOU to everyone who helped him raise $271!!!!!

And sweet boy that he is, he started the sponsorship process with himself. He pledged $10 of his toy money to the cause. All he had to do was find the key to his lock box so he could put the money in the envelope.

When he couldn't find the key, he was heartbroken. I told him how proud I was of his decision to support the children at his school. I would pay his $10 and match it with $10 of my own.

He was ecstatic.

Then I found his key.

He opened the box to find $14 in it. He pulled it all out and put it all in the evelope.

I was stymied.

Hadn't I agreed to pay his $10?

"I knew I'd have to pay you back, Mom."

I was touched. I had never mentioned a pay back plan. I had no intention of him paying me back. I told him so.

But still he wanted to put it all in.

And I probably made a mistake here, but I didn't let him. I was so proud of his ability to give up all the money he had that I talked him out of it. I didn't want him to suffer. I told him how responsible he was being, how generous he was being, but as his Mom, I would pay the $10 I said I would and he could keep the $10 he had.

He put the $4 in the envelope and the ten went back into his lock box.

At least until the next Walk-A-Thon.

Adventures

Yeah!

My son has created his Flat Stanley.

He and his Aunt Julie have both read a Flat Stanley book.

They are ready to take Stanley on their summer adventures.

I just have to buy the envelopes.

And maybe find some nice paper for Justin to write his stories on.

But that shouldn't be too hard.

I have to tell you, he had such a fabulous time designing Flat Stanley at For Keeps Sake.

We went through all of the dies to find just the right ones for the body shape, sandals, jeans, shirts, and hair--my son was very particular about the hair. Flat Stanley has the hairstlye I think Justin wants.

And the best part, the part I love the most, is that my son wants to send snacks along with Flat Stanley.

"He might get hungry, you know," he said with a straight face.

"But they're really for us!!" he laughed.

So look out, Aunt Julie, Flat Stanley should be winging your way any day now!

Happy Mother's Day

Weekend Blitz

Lots going on this weekend:

For Keeps Sake is hosting Sally Lynn MacDonald in a Copic Marker workshop bonanza.

CKC is on at the Gateway Center. FKS has coupons for discounted admission.

My guys are in Sikeston at a BBQ competition.--Go Smokin' Brothers!!

And I'm having a few friends over to crop tonight.

Can't wait!

As You can See, I have set a Leprechaun Trap

He carefully laid a trail of golden coins from the front door, down the hall and into the office/scrap room (THE messiest room in the house, by the way).

The trap was set right under the office chair, near the web of computer cables, which would prove to be a tactical error.

We rigged a coin to act as the trigger for the trap. We theorized that when the unsuspecting "lepperchaun" picked up the last golden coin, it would pull on the attached string which would then pull on the stick propping up the box and--POOF! We'd have a trapped leprechaun!

So with the Trap set, we set off for the Dogtown St. Pat's Day parade with some friends.

"Do you think we caught a leprechaun, Mom?"

"I hope we caught a leprechaun." "Can we check the trap as soon as we get home?"

Well, when we got home we found out a few things.

The trail of coins was gone!

The trap was sprung!

But no leprechaun.

The box had landed on the computer cables when it fell.

Oh my, this was huge disappointment for my son. He was so sure he'd catch a leprechaun. He just knew it. He told me this about 20 times before his dad got home about 2 hours later. And he met his dad at the door with

"As you can see I set a Leprechaun trap."