I am in a complete and utter FUNK today–I won’t go into the reasons why, and this time, I do actually know the reasons why–but I am trying to work myself out of it by walking, painting, blogging, and, my personal favorite, binging on coffee and cold pizza. Good stuff.
The flower painting I had originally started for my sister now informs me that it will be hanging on my bedroom wall, if I would hurry up and finish him. I gave him the option of parading himself around at a friend’s house, and he’s thinking about it, so we’ll see where he winds up. He’s got a little brother on the way, and that bad boy is for sure headed to my sister, A.S.A.P. I refer to these paintings in people form because they are like my babies–whether they turn out good or bad, they will always be beautiful and special to me.
After spending $1000 plus at the vet’s office the past couple weeks, we’ve finally managed to get ALL 3 DOGS to stop scratching, at least for the most part. Stupid mutts and their stupid allergies which causes their stupid infections…
I’m getting Cheyenne’s kick-ass birthday party all planned out–yesterday I bought these wicked awesome invitations at Hobby Lobby–you know, the kind you print out yourself on a home computer? I’m extremely proud of them and am a little upset that I won’t be getting one in the mail like all the other little 10 year old girls we invited to the (slumber) party. I set the limit to 4, and Cheyenne immediately pushed it to 5…so I’ll have a group of giggly, rowdy girls running around the house next Saturday night. Mia ought to get a kick out of that.
Cheyenne had the idea of letting everyone paint ceramic pots and planting these sweet mini-hibiscus-looking plants in them for their party treats. My kid can come up with some damn cool ideas. She asked me if I would personalize the girls’ pots with my fabulous handwriting…I am so honored. Now I just have to fit in shopping for this blessed event sometime in the few days.
Well, that’s the rundown of my life this week. Gonna get back to the painting–so I can put him on the wall and shut him up for good…I don’t treat my real babies like that.