Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Snip, tape, crop, SCREAM...snip, tape, crop, SCREAM...

I'm a procrastinator. It's no secret. I hate deadlines that are given too far in advance. I tend to forget about them, even though I have daily reminders, and then need to bust my ass at the last minute to meet them.

I managed to finish 170 wedding invitations over the weekend for my friend's wedding, which is on February 24th. I feel guilty that it's so close to the wedding but shit ~ she didn't even buy envelopes until today! AND, in my defense, I told her I would do this in JUNE and to get me the info before I had the baby. I got the info well AFTER the baby was born. It's both of our fault, really. Two procrastinators should not be allowed to collaborate on a project.

I am a member of the Ready, Set, Create! Creative Team. It's an online scrapbooking magazine. The deadline for the Feb/Mar issue is looming. I'm 38% finished with my submissions. Yes, I realize that I am a total nerd for figuring out the percentage but hey...I majored in Finance ~ whaddya gonna do?

I have to finish 52 cards for a card swap by Sunday night and mail them on Monday morning. I am making two cards, 26 of each design. One card is finished and ready for mass production. *wink* The other card is half-finished. I was working on it at 4am and could no longer process anything in my mushy head.

On the back-burner, I want to knit my three-month-old son a had to fit his ginormous head. He's adorable, yes, but the kids has NO hair in the middle of a Minnesota winter. All his baby hats are too small for his melon. I think his head just looks big due to the lack of hair. At least, I hope that's the reason. Seriously though ~ he's adorable and just needs a bigger hat for his three-month-old head. The highs around here are in the single digits to teens lately which is chilly for a baby, even in a heated house.

So I have to scrap my ass off, make a buttload of cards and knit a hat for my kid on top of trying to figure out how in the hell we are going to move to Arkansas without me going in to a full-blown anxiety attack.





shits.

1 comment:

dont eat token said...

Um ... breathe?

I want to see recent pics of your baaaaaaaaaaaby!

I just wore the hat you knitted for me, out the other day. I felt so cute!

You can do it. You can do it. You can do it. You can do it.