Always a Party

We like to have a good time around here.

I switched out my ugly wreath to the glamorous party wreath.

I purchased this beauty years back on a 90% clearance at JoAnns.  It's really a Halloween wreath, which was apparently a decorative "miss" that year, because I recall that there were three or four in the way-after-holiday-clearance section.  In my mad effort last week to change out the generic summer wreath I had grown so, so tired of, it was all I could find, since I definitely felt it was too early for the Fall wreath (which I'm not enamored with either).  

Just call us party animals.

Mar attended a late-night-on-the-Billat's-tramp party.

Then we had a Pillow-Pets-washing party, since she was certain hers had collected the bottom-of-the-feet filth that any well-used tramp surely has.

Taylor had a pizza-delivering party nearly every day of the week.

We have ordered pizza during one of Taylor's shifts on many occasions (hoping our tip money would be put to the best use possible), and have never been lucky enough to have HIM deliver it.  Saturday night Shilo yelled down from her bedroom (with a clear view across the street), "Hey! Taylor's delivering pizza to the Billats!"  Being the partying mom that I am, I had to run out and snap a pic or two, yell an encouraging word, and wave like crazy.

Lex had a par-tay getting her senior pictures taken.

She was thrilled to be the focus of a camera for well over an hour.  Not.  She smiled so much her cheeks hurt.  Those crazy positions requested by the photographer (a previous neighbor who also did Britt's senior pics, some family pics, and Tay's missionary pictures) were painful for Lex due to a vigorous first week of workouts in her Power Weights class.  I was at the party, too, carrying my purse loaded with water bottles, a mirror, 3 bottles of bug spray, and a checkbook.  Lex has another session scheduled for this weekend.  I am excited to see the end results.

You're welcome to join our mad door-painting party.  

Ooops, you missed it.

We borrowed a paint sprayer from our neighbor, and I could tell that Bill was a little excited to try it out.  Talk about a mess.  All that crap junk stuff stored in the other half of the garage now has a fine layer of semi-gloss-ultra-pure-white dust on it.  Don't worry, we'll have a wipe-down-every-random-item-stored-in-the-garage-AND-crawlspace (a total disaster from construction dust) party as soon as we are done with the messy jobs.  You are welcome to come.  Things I've Learned:  even though brush painting may take longer (or not -- Bill is Mr. Perfection, so ANY method is time-consuming and tedious), at least you won't have an eternal clean-up following.  And now Bill wants to paint the garage floor.  

A party for another year, I think.

And finally, this morning we had an early early-morning-seminary party.  I had to get up at 5am.  The girls, however, managed to wake themselves up at 4:30, giving their usual alarm clock (aka Dad) a rest.  Let's keep that party going.