I neat little journal block from my Autumn Apples kit at the Candie Shoppe!
Don't forget...every Thursday night at 9pm eastern standard time I am the crazy hostess of the Croppers Anonymous Chat in the DCS chatroom! If you want an hour packed full of fun, chatting, prizes and inspiration then come on down!
I took some pictures over the weekend of my dog (lol...she just ADORES the camera, shows me her butt every chance she gets), and some neat foliage shots. I'll have those up tomorrow when I download them from my camera.
Now...the reason why my name is ahem, 'Grace'.
I am not by nature a person who has an abundance of coordination - if there's a doorjamb to clip, a crate to trip over, a cabinet door that I can bang my forehead into - rest assured, I'll do it. You've already seen my adventure with the Xacto knife, so you'd think by NOW, I'd have caught on right?
Nope.
I was making pork ribs for dinner the other night in the oven because it was just too cold and rainy to do it out on the grill. (Believe it or not, the grill is a MUCH safer method of preparing dinner lol.) I saw that the ribs were a little more brown than I wanted them, and in my haste, I pulled the pan out waaaay too fast.
Yep, I splashed hot pork grease/juice all over my right forearm. Ouch.
Now, that day I had worn 3/4 sleeves, so I had nothing covering my forearm at all.
I didn't swear (really I didn't!), I just put the pan on top of the stove, turned to the sink, and ran my arm under the cold water. Wow, did it hurt! After I'd done that for a few minutes, I decided to call and tell my tale of woe to my sister and my husband. I called my sister first, because she'd laugh at me a little less (she's a lot like me hehehe). She yells at me to keep cold, wet cloths on it, and to go to the ER if it blisters. No problem. I call my husband, and his first question is if he has to race home from work to get me to the ER LMAO. I tell him I am fine and to not worry. He waited about an hour and called back to tell me that based on my track record, he'd like me to just go sit on our bed and watch television until he gets home. I can't possibly get into any trouble that way.
He forgets that our mattress is REALLY high - the top of it is up over my waist. I could fall off and hurt myself. I remind him, and he tells me it's better than falling down the stairs. *Sigh* he's right....but I'd still hurt myself lol.
So, my arm is fine - it never developed blisters, and was only slightly red - boy was I lucky! I have to cook dinner tonight again though, so I am going to have to be extra careful ROTFL.
Now that you've listened to my crazy story, and you know that I am a disaster waiting to happen - here's the preview & download link for the journal block!
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