Having a Baby?

I have a friend. I know, hard to believe. This friend of mine is actually very talented and even has her very own Etsy shop! Not only is she a stationary designing genius, she can sew!
I highly recommend her work to anyone looking for a baby announcment, throwing a baby shower, or even a child's birthday party!

I'm in the process of designing a baby shower invitation for a shower I'm throwing in September. I can't wait to share the finished product with you. Without a doubt, it's going to be great!

To shop Brady Boo Baby on Etsy, click here.

I told you she can sew. Check out these deliciously, adorable burp cloths. What mom wouldn't want a set of these??


Just like all of Brady Boo Baby's designs, this announcment is totally customizable. You could get it in cherry red if you wanted.


Look at this little cutey. I bet if you didn't want a bear, Brady Boo Baby could use a chick or a rattle or even a goat. Okay, maybe nobody would want a goat on their baby shower invite, but maybe. And really, my point is you could make this your very own unique invitation. What's not to love about that?


Brady Boo Baby

Out of Breath

Two weeks ago I heaved by purse on the floor next to my desk and sat down in my chair as I do every Monday through Friday. Only, this day was different. I looked at my docking station and noticed my laptop wasn't there. To my dismay I had completely forgotten my laptop at home. To make matters worse, I was dropped off at work so I had no way of driving the 30 mile commute back home to get my job, my life, my oxygen. I panicked and called Kat Daddy. He didn't pick up. I called him again. He didn't pick up. I called him again. Still no answer. I fumbled through my phone for his work number. I called his desk. Again, no answer. I was nearly at the point of tears. I thought to go to IT for a loaner computer, but realized I had a report saved to my hard drive that I needed that day. I remembered I had a roommate (my sister) who might possibly be home. So I took my chances at 8:30 AM and gave her a ring. The angels sang, my sister picked up. And she had no where to be. So I pleaded and begged for her to pleaaassssseee bring me my laptop. Without hesitation, she jumped in the car and brought it to me. Oh, what a nice sister she is.

I was able breathe once again.

Amen.

Dudes

I'm so excited! I bought myself a new camera. Now I'm going to pretend I'm a professional photographer and post my works of art.

But first I need to wait for the camera to arrive from the man in brown (UPS).

Then I need to charge the battery.

While I'm waiting for it to charge, I need to read the manual.

So it's going to be a while before I produce and of this so called art.

-Rizzle the Pho-tog-izzle

It Seats 7 Part Duex

It Seats 7

Today I had the distinct pleasure of driving the in-laws mini van across town. As I fired up the Dodge Caravan the distinct sound of the motor buzzing gave me a sudden, not so pleasant flashback.

You see, in High School I had to drive my parents mini van. Actually, even harder to admit is that it was kinda my mini van because my parents had purchased a newer one that my mom drove around leaving the older mini van as my primary vehicle. Not cool, right? It was hard enough being in High School trying to wear the right clothes, have the right friends, say the right things, make it to every home football game, camouflage the teenage acne which still seems to be a problem despite that high school has come and go. But I digress.

I recall being especially embarrassed when James from 6 period English class would write Dodge mini van on a piece of paper next to the Mercedes logo he'd so carefully sketched. Only to show me the paper, draw a large X over the "Dodge mini van" and point and tell me how cool his Mercedes was. In retrospect, his Mercedes wasn't so cool. It was very old and probably didn't make it many months after graduation. I wonder what James drives now?

In conclusion, never make your teenage child(ren) drive the family mini van, unless they want to of course. Leave the mini vans to soccer moms. Hey, maybe someday I'll be driving one again. On second thought, probably not.