I was once voted the worst audience participant Cirque Du Soleil ever had.

I wasn't joking about having a new passion for shirt making however, this was a little intense. It will be a while before I make another one this large and this detailed again. Large? Yes. Detailed? Yes. Both? No.
Next up on the shirt making agenda? Turning this into a shirt for Anna:

It's never enough to stay still and hold you

Am I the only one freaking out that it's almost August?

I'm actually a little afraid of the next few weeks. I get this feeling like after a few weeks life is going to change, like I would go back to school again. This if false though. Nothing really changes for me personally. Perhaps it's the changes that are happening for everyone else that scare me. Friends are getting married, moving away, starting grad school, having babies and other frightening things like that.

I can't keep up.

The next few weeks are almost scheduled down to the hour. I'm going to California for a few days to see a beach volleyball tournament and then almost turning right back around and going to Wisconsin to see family. Meanwhile Erica is moving to Boston, Jessie (and Wade and Peanut) are moving to Logan, and Anna is moving too. Becky's going back to California again. (She likes to tear my heart out every summer.) Soon Ashley will have her babe and I won't see her quite as often. Sam/Andy got married and so did Emily/Scott. I already miss them. Two of my girls from work are going home while I'm gone. Do you see why I'm freaking out? I also have 3 friends in 3 different musicals that I would like to see before the shows close. (If you are interested in seeing Melissa L. in Singin' in the Rain, Corinne in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat or Melissa T. in The Fantasticks let me know, we should get a group together.) I should also try to work and earn some money at some point too.

Also, my little sister is almost 12. Half my age. That is crazy. This is how I'll probably always remember her:

But soon she'll be 12 and going to junior high. Highly inappropriate.

So, that's why I'm freaking out.

Meanwhile! Look! I made an icon to replace the orange blogger b! So fancy.

Eastside love is living on the westside

Usually I get great ideas right as I'm going to bed. (Or when I should be going to bed.) My late night internet browsing leads to some fantastic things and I get all excited. Sometimes I can't contain that itch to do/make/watch/learn for very long. (As evidenced by "The Great 5am One Man CD Burning and CD Case Construction Party" of January 2009.)

Perhaps you recall my stenciled Transformers shirts from a few posts back. Well, after 2 washes they're quite hard to read. On Wednesday night I found a different way to stencil that is much more effective so Thursday I made this:


For anyone foolish enough to not know who I would be willing to cut out and paint onto a t-shirt here's a pretty good clue.
I'm now in love with stencil making and plan to spend the rest of my days on this earth making t-shirts and other stenciled materials until I die. Who needs love and marriage when you have X-acto knives and paint.

Stuck in a room of staring faces

Just another day at work:

Girl: I wasn't abducted BY aliens, I was abducted FROM aliens.
Me: What?
Girl: You know, most people are abducted by aliens. I was abducted from aliens and placed in my mothers womb.
Me: ??

On an island in the blue bay

Since I took a too long, late nap today and wasn't really feeling tired, I turned on the Food Network and was watching Bobby Flay's Throwdown. (Side note: I think Bobby is kind of a pompous jerk. Who goes into a restaurant famous for making ______ and tells them he will take their famous dish and one up them?) So, I'm sitting there on the couch, not really feeling tired until I saw a commercial for this:


Instead of going "potty" on the couch or carpet your pet can use a mat made of plastic grass to tinkle on!! This odor free mat has a pan underneath that collects the waste and at the end of the day you simply dump it out!!

NO.

That was enough for me to feel ridiculous for being up so late. I decided I would rather toss and turn in my own bed than watch pets relieve themselves on various household objects and demonstrations of dumping out pans of waste.

Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine...

Thoughts while I should be writing my talk:

• I drove to Colorado and back in almost exactly 24 hours.
• Downtown Grand Junction is actually kinda cool.
• I'm pretty sure I NEED a dog. Specifically of the Dachshund variety.
• I really don't want to give a talk. It's gonna be a short one.
  
• I wish more of my friends blogged. And that the ones who do blog would blog more. Friends, if we're friends it is because I find you interesting. I would like to read your thoughts or doings.
• If you are a pizza delivery person, or a waiter, give me change in a way that I can give you a decent tip. I'm not wealthy enough to leave the whole bill for you but if you break it up I'll give you a good portion.
  

It's like a poison in my brain

Yesterday I bought fireworks legally and then lit them illegally.

Then I burned the holy goodness out of my thumb.

Lesson learned.

Also, I now hate smoke bombs.

Don't go around breaking young girls' hearts

This has been happening a lot lately:shamelessly stolen from Austin