And, for those of you who know about the writing project I’m doing, I finally finished the first draft. It took two years, but it’s coming along. Woot!
Happy Easter ‘n all. Easter was really early this year…hardly any time to eat all the peeps I wanted. Really I think they ought to put Easter on the same Sunday of every year. That and scrap daylight savings.
This is a picture that reminds me of my kidhood. Every Saturday Mom would make us scrub the house, mop the floors, clean the walls, vacuum, sort the closets, etc. She termed it “deep cleaning.” I hated it. Well, okay, now that I’m older deep cleaning isn’t such a bad idea. But trust me, back then, it was torture. I don’t know how she got us to clean…we scattered like cockroaches the minute she said the “d” and “c” words.
The bubbles were the funnest part of this picture.
Speaking of which, someone’s been breaking into my apartment and shedding long blond hairs all over the place! It’s all over the sofa, all over my curling iron, & it clogs the drains. My vaccuum’s sucker-thing is now a big cylinder of hair. What gives? I certainly don’t shed that much. It’s probably my invisible husky…again.
I found a costume book at the library, so I’ve been messing around with costume designs. This was good practice for me coz I learned how to color lines in Photoshop. I’ve decided that Illustrator is a better medium for this, though. It just makes lines so smooth.
Nothing else to say. 1857 was not a good year for men’s fashion.
Toon Club topic this week was “Platypus” and boy was that a hard one. Platypuses are basically big balls of dough with a beak attached, soooo…what do you do. Not even the Ugly Duckling will play with him.
That kind of makes me depressed. Here’s a sketch that made me feel better. Sort of.
Platypuses have a poisonous fang on their back leg, Wikipedia told me. Sooo…probably I shouldn’t feel too bad for them.
Or, as they say at BYU, Happy Singles’ Awareness Day. I made this picture for Kim Campbell, in exchange for a hat she made for me. It’s really pretty, I wished I had taken a picture of it. Thanks Kim!
The colors & lighting on this are a little funky, I’ll have to fiddle with it before I print it out. Still I think it turned out alright.
This post isn’t to talk about politics, though. This post is to talk about how *hot* Mitt Romney is. Look at him! That man is a severe hottie.
Not a good picture…it looks like the star is poking out of his head.
Actually, Mitt and I are related. It’s true! He’s my uncle’s mother’s cousin. So we’re tight like sprite, you see. And I’m really disappointed that I’m not gonna get that extended-extended-related-by-marriage family reunion at the white house. Oh well. Maybe in 4 years.
Romney 2012! He has nice hair!
Last April, President Hinckley spoke at my graduation! It was awesome. The moment he entered, the entire Marriot Center stood up and cheered like mad. He motioned several times for us to sit down, but no one could. We couldn’t stop. The feeling he brought into that building was incredible.
You know that sort of thrill you get when you watch “Mary Poppins,” and the parents finally pay attention to their kids and everyone is singing and dancing and flying kites? That’s the sort of feeling President Hinckley gave. I won’t ever forget him.