The Challenge -
Scrap about your most memorable vacation or trip. It can be memorable for being everything you dreamed of, like your honeymoon or that magical Disney cruise, or it can be memorable because the airlines lost your luggage, the car rental place gave you a car that broke down on the way to the hotel that gave your room away to someone else because you were late checking in and the only room they have left is the one next to the ice machine and it's making noise all night long.
And because we love a good challenge, here are your restrictions:
1) Use only B&W Photo(s)
2) Do not use any travel themed elements or papers (i.e planes, trains or automobiles, postcards, etc.)
3) Use only ONE word as your title
4) You must incorporate the lyrics to some song in your journaling somehow. You don't have to include the whole song, just a line or even a few words. Just let us know what song it is in your credits.
Barbie Photo - Flickr; BG Paper - Jennifer Howland @ Elemental Scraps; Frame - Mz. Pimptress; Alpha (A Recolored) - Dani Mogstad; Stitches - Chere Kaye
Font - DJB PLAIN JAIN
Lyric is: What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way by Chris Isaak
Journaling Reads:
Talk about the trip from hell!! Years ago, back when WebTV was popular, and chat rooms were all the rage, I had what would amount to the WORST internet-meeting-someone horror story ever! I used to chat in a room with the same people every night. My marriage had ended a few months before, and with two small children at home it was hard to go out at night. I really liked a lot of the people that I chatted with, and sort of made my home there. I met a guy in that room who I thought was simply amazing. We talked online every night and shared very intimate conversations with one another. He had just divorced his wife and was living back at home while he got back on his feet. I had his number, and talked to his mother and sister pretty much every day. I became good friends with his 17 yr old sister and really liked his family. The fact that he only spoke to me twice on the phone just to say hi didnt really bother me too much. He just claimed to hate the phone, and I know LOTS of guys like that, so to me it was not a big deal. I fell into that horrible internet trapbelieving, as much as I had scoffed at others when they had said it, that I was in love. We decided after about 6 months of chatting that it was time to meet. So I drove 689 miles to freaking Pennsylvania to meet him. When I got there he was a total jackass. For the life of me I couldnt figure out why. Until, after 3 days of hell, when I had decided that it was time for me to go home, his mother sat me down on the sofa and said I have to tell you something. The person you have been talking to all this timewas NEVER T. it was always K. You arent the first girl she has done this to. Oh My God! These people were insane!! The worst part is that everyone knew!! His mother, their neighborsEVERYONE! And no one told me! The man of my dreams.turned out to be a girl pretending to be a boy!
