Monday, December 28, 2009

Do Me A Favor

Hey did you know my sister makes handmade cards? Of course she makes handmade cards. She wouldn't be making factory made cards. Because she's a person, making them by hand. But here's where the favor comes in. I want each of you to go to her website and make $100 order.

*smirking, waiting for all the gasps to finish* Alright fine. Maybe not a $100 order. How about a $200 order?

Okay... the truth? My sister told me I HAD to pimp her cards on my blog or she would never speak to me again. Well, maybe that's not so much the truth, but moreso not the truth.

Listen, my big sister has never approved of me. If I can at least get her a few orders, she might finally give me the acceptance I've always longed for. And maybe that's not true either. Maybe she'll never give me the acceptance I've needed. She did beat me like a redheaded stepchild. Okay, maybe just the redheaded stepchild part is true. And I'm sure she's going to leave a comment on the post and boast about how she never beat me, and in fact saved my life when I was four. *rolls eyes* Yeah she likes to bring that up. Psshaw. Like I should be grateful for that. Okay, maybe I am. And maybe that's why I'm on my knees begging you to buy her cards.

Well, maybe I'm not so much on my knees, as I am sitting in a chair. And maybe I'm not begging so much as I'm gently nudging.

DID I MENTION SHE AND HER FAMILY ARE HOMELESS? I probably didn't mention it because it's not true.

Did I mention she once ran into me, driving a huge brass dinner bell into my forehead, cracking my head open, where I was rushed to the ER and given 16 stitches? That IS true. I think that totally balances out the saving of my life when I was four. Perhaps she regretted saving my life and tried to take me out with the dinner bell a few years later. You know, I never really thought about that until now. I'll have to ask her next time I talk to her. WHICH WILL BE NEVER IF YOU DON'T BUY HER CARDS!!!

Seriously. Go. To. Her. Website. Now. And. Buy. Do it for me. Do it for my sister. Do it for the dinner bell.

HER WEBSITE ---------> Beth's Notes

Thank you. Oh, in case you needed more convincing, this is a sampling of her cards. And they look even better in person. And she takes custom orders. Just tell her I sent you. Even though she's never offered me a commission or anything. Just saying.


  1. OK, Julie, what are you on this time?(or not on?) You seem to be in the manic stage...I'm just sayin'...

  2. Lil' sis - (shaking head and rolling eyes)
    Look, people - I did my best to raise her well. I can't be responsible for her current mental state. So, let me set the record straight: saved her life, yup. Swimming pool. Nuff said.
    Dinner bell? That was our BROTHER. Not me.
    And the rabies? That was our BROTHER, too. (Oh, I guess you didn't mention that.)

    But, seriously, see if you can use some cards in the New Year! Think ahead; buy them for all of your family and friends NOW - then you won't have to think about it. No last minute shopping! (You *know* what gas costs!)
    Some of those card pictures Julie posted aren't currently on my website, but if you want me to make one, just describe it, and I'll be glad to.

    And maybe, just maybe, I'll stop screening my calls and actually answer the phone once or twice. But, commission?! HA!

    -Your loving sis ;-)

  3. Our brother didn't give me rabies! It was our cat! And you're not the one who hit me with the dinner bell? I think you have selective memory. *sticks tongue out*