enJOY it by Elise Blaha Cripe

and something for you to do.

I feel bad about bragging in the previous post about my dentist appointment this afternoon. I mean, you guys could be bored and looking for something to do.

So just in case: Check this out. Makes me want to get married on a beach. Or color with some pencils. Whichever is easier.

And if that is not cool enough for you, cover a graham cracker in frosting and eat it. So delicious.

this is the same post i type out every couple months.

Tooth action today.

I never know if I am supposed to be worried or not. Because before the first time, I was super worried. And afterwards, I was fine. And then, I figured round 2 would be simple. But nope. That was the time they took the bone from my jaw and relocated it to the front of my mouth. And although, in theory, that sounds like a walk in the park, it was similar to walking in the park and getting a piano dropped on your head. Plus a little facial bruising for good measure.

But then in December, they did a little more. And apparently, that was so minor, I do not even have a blog entry to commemorate it.

So here we are in June of 2007. One year and three months after what I estimated to be the finale of this process. Do not be confused, I will not walk away from today's appointment with actual teeth permanently in place. But ideally, within three weeks, I will be done. As in done, done. As in throw me an apple, and I will catch it with my pearly whites done.

Let's rock and roll.

hello, lover.

When we were in Europe, especially in Paris, we talked and talked about Sex and the City. And how it is the best show in the entire world. (Although, if we could only watch one TV show on repeat for the rest of our lives, we unanimously agreed that Friends is the better choice because it has more episodes and greater "I'll never get sick of you" power.)

Anyways. Since I got back, I have been re-watching the seasons I own. And falling in love with the show all over again. Because, you see, I want to BE Carrie Bradshaw. Minus the man problems and circa the year 2007, so I can rock the MacBook.

She is just. Fabulous. Like in Season 6, Part B (Disc 2, Episode 3) when she goes to Paris and walks into Dior and she slips on the rain water and goes flying across the floor. At that moment, I just feel a real connection to her. That could just as easily have been me. Minus the Dior part, plus a scrapbook store.

Speaking of scrapbooking, made this pink event for this weeks Dare: Scrap Love @ First Sight. I asked Paul what he thought about love at first sight. Only I laughed when I asked because for him and I, it was Love at 7000th sight. Or Love within 11 years of meeting.

Which, by the way, is the best way it could have happened.

raise your hand if your gmail spam folder is full.

I always base my life schedule on my spam folder.

Because the spam folder is something I empty constantly. It annoys me to have 3 emails in there. Because that is valuable storage space and I never know when I am going to get an exceptionally fantastic email with a very large file attached. I want to be prepared for that day.

But when I am busy, the spam builds up. Because I do not have the time to click on the folder and do a quick "Delete All" action. There is just no time. I got stuff to do, links to click, celebrity gossip to catch up on.

Right now I feel busy. Full busy. Because Paul is home. And because I have inspiring photos to scrap. And because Dad is going to pay me to clean the white gunk off the pool tile. And because on Tuesday I go in to get what should be the second to last leg of the drama we like to call "Let's do renovation on Elise's mouth."

Busy is good. And so is gmail. This, and all other posts, are really just a gmail advertisement.

once upon a time there was a girl.

And she loved a boy.

And it was good.

Happy Saturday.