It’s happened! I started a company!

After much prodding from Dan, I finally decided to start an online business. My store features papercrafting supplies, handmade cards, digital announcements and will soon feature a line of acrylic stamps!

I have lots more to talk about and discuss, but for now I must hurry off and work on uploading some more products. Pretty soon there will be lots more in the store including Bazzill Basics, Stampavie, Page Pebbles, alterable tins, templates and lots more cards and gifts!

Special thanks to Jen for agreeing to offer her services as a digital announcement/invitation designer for the site. Special thanks to Mom for harrassing me with emails about when she could start buying stuff. And last but not least, special thanks to Dan. He has supported me emotionally and financially throughout all of this, encouraging me when I was frustrated and helping me through it everytime I mentally hit the wall.

Visit me at my newest portion of the internets: The Greeting Garden

Everytime I tried to think of a title for tomorrow’s post, I realized that it sounded like some kind of “pron”ography film or “ehnance”ment drug effect. That’s right folks, my blog has been discovered by spam bots.

I used to get about 60-100 hits to the site on an average daily basis. All this week though, it’s been more like 500. I know I’m interesting, but come on. I know I’m not *THAT* interesting. Not even to Dan. Especially when I’m talking about crafting stuff.

So I studied the statistics and discovered that the traffic comes mostly from those websites that list a million blog posts about any number of topics under the sun. And almost all of them landed on posts that had some vague way they could be turned into a kinky topic. I’m going to have to start watching my word choices.

Instead of “big excitement” I shall now use “awesome squared.” Instead of “Prepare Yourself” I shall now use “got your tickets? To the gun show!” And instead of “Mind Blowing” I shall now use “puppies and fountain soda and glitter. All delivered to me at once!”

Take that, Spam Bots!

So check back tomorrow. “Got your tickets? To the gun show!” for “awesome squared.” The news I am announcing tomorrow is “puppies and fountain soda and glitter. All delivered to me at once!”

Scene: Me, sitting at a table with a classmate. Updating Facebook, Twitter and doing research for The Big Secret. Man approaches.

Man: Hey. *sits down*

Me: *polite smile at total stranger, barely lifting my eyes from my work* Hello

Man: Can I ask you a personal question?

Me: Um…ok.

Man: Do you want to be cremated or buried?

Me: …

Man: …

Me: …pardon? (Internal thought process: If I scream now, plenty of people will notice before he chops me up into itty bitty bits with an axe.)

Man: I’m doing research. Would you rather be cremated or buried?

Me: Research for what?

Man: *annoyed* For a paper. I’m judging people’s responses to a stranger’s question and their reaction times.

Me: So then my hesitation is helping you get a variety of responses. By not answering, I am in fact adding another element to your research and a deeper understanding of the human psyche. When you include my response, or rather lack thereof, you can note the inherent doubt about the relevancy of the question as well as the inflection in my voice when I tried to comprehend your intentions.

Man: Forget it. The paper’s only worth 20 points anyway. *gets up*

Classmate: *yelling after him* She was just trying to get you a better grade! Don’t settle for average! REACH FOR THE STARS!

Me: I think that might have been a bit of overkill.

Classmate: Yeah, but did you see how upset he was? Totally worth it.