hazmat.

pants.

I had too much coffee yesterd....Wait, hold up.  I did not have too much coffee yesterday, as there is no such thing.  But I did have a lot, and the caffeine did keep me awake later than usual.  So, I decided to finally partake of this new Pinterest.com phenomenon.  I've had a profile for a few weeks, but had yet "pinned" or browsed, and was having a hard time seeing the point.

But last night, I decided to go for it, and found myself browsing lots of photos...er...maybe lots of the same photo that apparently lots of people like and repost.

Anyway, it was somehow kind of addictive in my sleepless stupor, and this morning, I found myself popping back onto the site to pin and repin various images.  One, however, completely struck me.  I believe it was shared as someone's idea of fashion, but I though the photo itself was genius.  The proportions of the two pairs of pants next to each other made me happy.  And so I drew!

Maybe this Pinterest thing is good for something after all.  Mindless browsing with no real purpose through nothing but images and then wham!...inspiration.  ...in the form of pants.

One more, from a few hours later:

greetings.

So apparently I like to take 4 month breaks between posts.  I'm back!  At least for today, anyway.  Greetings sir and madam.

My friend Audra and I (Hi Audra Lou, Esq.) were in the card-making mood again the other day, and here are a couple that came about from that batch.

Trip.

Today I rode in a minivan from Tulsa to Albuquerque. Here is some random stuff I drew during the drive.

Bizarre.  Perhaps this had to do with feeling trapped in a minivan.

Windmills.

Girl on Cow.  Er...if it has horns is is a bull?  I dunno.

Whoops!

People...and circles...and weird shadows.

Toe.

When you can't sleep and you're awake until 5am, what do you do?  Draw random children walking up stairs in toe shoes, of course.

I used to take ballet, you know.  For 10 years.  Ah, the fond memories of the "Big Ballet" that took place during the recital each year.  One year my class danced as candy on the gingerbread house in Hansel and Gretel.  And the next year, we were fish inside the whale for "Pinocchio the Ballet."  Yep, I believe these roles were SO vital to the overall production.  

And I've retained so much grace and poise through the years....

Ha!

hot.

So, once upon a time, a long time ago (when I was in high school) I went with my dad to a big field of tomato plants and brought home what had to be at least a hundred big tomatoes.  They covered my mom's counters throughout the whole kitchen.  Then we said...um...what are we going to do with all of these tomatoes?  So my parents found a good salsa recipe, and my family ventured into making many jars of salsa.  And I learned that you should wear gloves when cutting up zillions of jalapeños.

Then my mom's counters were full of jars that were full of salsa.  And we thought...um....what are we going to do with all of these jars full of salsa?  So my parents decided to give them away to their friends.  But first, of course, we needed a label.  And to have a label, you need a name.  And so because of my Dad's sick sense of humor (mine had to come from somewhere), the "Fireass" brand of salsa was born.

And I got to create the label for it.  On Print Shop.

We thought it was pretty spectacular.  

As the years progressed, however, and the old computer went on to the great Circuit City in the sky, we had to recreate the label.  Version 2 never had the ooomph that version 1 had in it's little dot-matrixy design and fabulous Print Shop clip art, so last year, we took it seriously and decided that Hoon's Therapeutic Gardens needed an updated, cool label for the Fireass brand of salsa.  

As the last few jars of the 2010 batch are being consumed by my family, my parents have been busy making a 2011 batch; naked jars ready for their labels once again.  Here's what will be slapped on the glass once again this year: the ever-classy donkey with its butt on fire.

thanks!

Tuesday marked 3 years of being married to my wonderful husband.  ...and his family.  I LOVE the Steichens.  They are the family who are all so smart, well-rounded, and talented.  Seriously - this is the type of family that spontaneously gathers around the piano and sings (yet are still somehow all very normal people) at the holidays....or really anytime 3 or more of them are gathered.  I'm pretty sure I'm the black-sheep of the family in that arena.

My mother-in-law is fabulous.  In fact, her nickname is FMIL - which pre-wedding stood for "Future Mother In Law," and 3 years later we both still use it on cards, etc. and say the F stands for Fabulous.  She once told me that if she was ever getting on my nerves the F could stand for something completely different.  Ha!

Anyway, my FMIL completely read my mind this week, and got me some beeyootimous new placemats.  Um...I mean "us."  She got US some new placemats.  

I was feeling a bit artsy fartsy, so I went ahead and made a homemade thank-you card.  Forgot to take a pic of the inside.  Whoops.

....Yep, another door in the background.