Desperately Seeking Organization

[imcathywithac]

'I was born a poor white child....' okay... that probably won't work. How about, 'I don't have time to organize, because I'm so busy trying to create World Peace'.... okay, that sound's a bit 'over the top'...

Well, let's try the real reason's I REALLY need this Workbox. First let me tell you about my self. I am a fifty year old, grandmother of four biolgical grandkids, three foster-grandkids, and three step-grandkids. YeP... that makes TEN!!! Which makes me about the luckiest person in the world...

I raised all my children, and life finally slowed down. Now I could take the time to organize and scrap... no distractions, no one to 'borrow' my scissors, so they were gone when I went to snip... no one, to get a hold of my 'glue dots' and stick them in a line on the kitchen floor to see if someone would stick to the ground when they walked by... nope... just me and my scrapbook supplies... paradise... and then,

I met a wonderful gentleman, who was raising FOUR teenagers!!!! So once again, my markers are missing, my glue dots being used to hang posters, I can't even remember WHO taught them embossing, and yes, now we know it works on light bulbs...

So:
Please let me win the Workbox,
let me organize and 'close up' shop...
let them have to ask for paper,
or to use a 'few' glue dots.

Please bring me back to sanity,
Where my ink pads rest just right,
And bottles of glitter and embossing,
Are put away and closed real tight.

Let me know where lies my embellishments,
And that my stickers are all safe,
Let me reach for metalic paper,
and not find soda soaked waste.

So give me nooks and crannies,
To place my treasured toys,
Away from neglect and overuse
By 'creative' teenage boys.

And '85 removable totes' to
Carry my 'works' away
To places much more safer,
Where they can safely stay.

And give me drawers and 12 inch shelves,
To safely store my 'tools of wonder'
And make this woman of fifty years
Happier than none other!!!!!

[imcathywithac]

Okay... if that wasn't good enough... here's a little diddy, read to the tune of "The Beverly Hillbillies":

Well let me tell you a story of a scrapbooking lady,
Some people say she’s dedicated,
Other’s think she’s crazy
She goes into ‘Another World’ when she begins to play,
She cuts and pastes and stamps and glues,
Like a wart hog eating hay…

Messy she is… scraps everywhere… papers flying

She doesn’t have much room to scrap,
The dining room’s her stage
The kids would like to eat their lunch,
But eyelets fill their trays
They’d like to say the family prayer, but stamps are in their WAY,
The dining hall, has now become.. a Scrapbooking hay day…

Scraps there are… glue and tape…. Embellishments…

So this is why, there’s no doubt here
The Workbox she should win
The family could get back on track,
And Cathy could still scrap
Her papers they would be so neat, our table a bright veneer
So Scrapbooker’s out there, please unite,
And vote my case is clear.

She needs it most…. She’s the one… choice is clear!!!

[imcathywithac]

Gosh, the truth is MOST of us really need this box.... so may the messiest scrapbooker win!!!!!