you're invited

Hey, everyone, I was going to make up a cute digital invitation for y'all but I can't seem to string five minutes together to get anything done these past few weeks, unless I'm at my parents' place, in which case, my computer is never with me. So, here's the boring no-visual invitation.

You're invited!
Please come to a pedicure party.
Thursday, September 18, 6:30 p.m.
Come for some pampering, chatting, and cream puffs. Or, if you are of the healthier type, come for fruits and veggies. If all else fails, though, there's always the cream puffs. Or donuts. Or brownies...hmmm, maybe some cheesecake? Something good, anyway.

If you read this blog, have ever read this blog, or will read this blog sometime in the future, you are invited, and I would be tickled pink if you could make it. It's at my place, and if you don't know where I live let me know and I'll get you the info.

So if you could let me know in the next few days if you can make it (either call, email me, or leave a comment) so I can get enough pedicure supplies, (those little toeseparatorthingermajiggers, basins, cottonballs, etc.) I would really appreciate it! Let's have a good time and get our feet all prettied up for the remaining sandal-wearing days. Though, I could be wrong, is it after Labor Day fashion "etiquette" says you shouldn't wear sandals? Or is it just white shoes that are the no-no?

Just bring your beautiful little selves and perhaps a nail color to swap or share or keep all to yourself. :)

Things to do before I die

Things to do before I die, preferably before I'm 65 years old:

• Amanda and Jared's portrait (this could be portraitS if I could just get the first one done. That they've been waiting 5 years for. Ugh. I actually felt physically nauseated typing that.)

• Illustrations for Marci's two darling toddler stories.

• Mom's painting that Dad commissioned not last Christmas but the Christmas before that.

• Cathie's Halloween book scanned and cleaned up and typeset and set to go at LULU.com

ª Hi-D and Dal's announcement and thank you card finished and sent to print.

• Murals in Monica's kids rooms.

• Melanie's logo. (Don't worry, Melanie, I'm getting to it this week. It won't be five years, I promise!)

• And if I could finish all that, then maybe I could actually agree to do the illustrations that Maecy asked if I would like to do--which I would really love to do, unless she has found someone else already.

And so what I don't get, is, I love painting and drawing and crafting, etc. But dang it, why can't I get these things done? It's because there is no time! Where is the time? I just don't get how people do all that they do, and still sleep and have time to watch movies or go to events.

A-HA

Red handed. Or rather, butter handed.

evidence

Somebody has been in the butter again. I'll give you 2 guesses. The first guess doesn't count.

back to doodling

Thought I'd get back to posting some doodles. This is the back of a Ward Directory that I was doodling on (yes, during church) in 2005. The ward is probably 70% different now then it was then. We were brainstorming ideas for cards to "announce" that we were expecting. It was before we knew we were having a boy or a girl. Ah, I was so innocent and idealistic then. Now I'm just jaded, so if I were to create a similar announcement card these days, it would probably be a lot different!

If I recall correctly, I think we went with the very last idea at the very bottom of the page. Heh. We're crazoweirdies. (For you, Mollie's mom, ala Nikki.)