This represents how I feel when I draw. and DRAW is WARD spelled backWARDs. 

A La Dentista

Tomorrow I'm off to the dentist. I broke a small chunk off of one of my back teeth (molars, probably) this weekend. Now I can't stop tonguing the the tooth hole. It reminds me of when I was little and had a loose tooth. It just weeble wobbles in your gums. It was fun to push it back and forth with your tongue. But now I cannot weeble or wobble it because I need that tooth. There are no teeth waiting to push up into its place. What a pity. Why can't I get a second round of new ones?? So, I put my chunck of tooth under my pillow... and the toothfairy did not come! I think the fairies must be on strike... and they haven't trained in the scabs yet. Tragedy.

My dentist's name is Hero DDS. Maybe he'll be dressed like spiderman. One can only hope.
I get to go right to work after my appointment. It might be nice to be numb at work. Hopefully tomorrow will be the only time I have to go. In and out and back to my tip top shape.

Soda + Candy + Coffee = Naughty, Bad, Bad Broken Teeth!

This is an uninteresting picture, but I like it. This is my favorite childhood rock. It sits on the corner of my old yard. When I was a wee lassie I used to pretend it was a big Arabian Horse and I'd ride it into the wind. Then I'd fall off and get covered in sticker pricker things that were a pain to get out of anything. ::Sighs:: I miss my big rock. 

This is a picture of one of the *hip* bars in Osceola, Wisconsin. This picture was taken on Easter. I guess bikers don't have anywhere else to go on Easter. No Easter egg hunts for them. :( Poor, sad little bikers. 

<--In ReLaTiOn to the lAsT EnTrY-->

I was just wondering, when did "doing it" (ya know having "relations") becoming "porking"? What does pork have to do with any of that??

Mommy, where does HAM come from??

Well, when a man and woman love each other a whole lot...

HAM: The meat cut from the thigh and buttocks of a slaughtered animal, usually pig. More often than not, HAM is cured. It can be dry-cured or wet-cured.
Dry-curing is done by putting the meat in a powdered mixture of salt, sodium nitrate, sodium nitrite. Wet-curing is done by injecting brine into the meat.

wet-cured=English Wiltshire Ham
dry-cured=Italian Prosciutto, England York Ham, German Westphalian Ham (smoked over Juniper)

courtesy: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ham
and WILL!

Now I can breathe easy again knowing where ham comes from!

This is my birthday card from my 6 year old niece. It's the coolest card EVER! 

Ham and Pork: What the HECK are they?

So, ham and pork both come from a pig. If you roast a pig on a big roast where you tie it's legs on a pole you are making a pork roast... so none of the meat is ham. So where does ham come from? Is it because of the way it's cured? Is it the meat from a certain part of the pig? And I guess I don't really understand bacon much either.

Please help solve the case!

This is a Wack Mad Libs that my brother Justin, boyfriend, and sister in law did a few weekends ago. It made me laugh so hard I couldn't breathe. Yaknow when your voice gets all high pitch and screechy! Fun stuff! 

Alas! It is ALLERGY SEASON! Just a silly graphic I made. I play around with lots of crap to try and learn everything. 

This is how far my bus ride is everyday. 

All American Reading Challenge

I was watching the morning show on TV today while eating breakfast in the school snack bar. A commercial came on for the "American Reading Challenge" sponsored by New 6 and McDonalds. If a kid reads 10 books in a month they get a FREE All American kids meal from McDonalds! Wow! "Thanks for reading, now here's your high fat convenience food!" I know that big corporations have been doing things like this for years, but I'm just now realizing how truly corrupting it is. I did "Book It" when I was Elementary School. That was the Pizza hut reading challenge. I remember lying about reading 10 books just so I could get free pizza. So, is this really encouraging the nation's children to read or is it encouraging them to lie in order to eat greasy, fatty food? What kind of imprints do programs like these put on children's lives? Why do the corporations do them? Good PR? Because they really want kids to read?? Hmmm... I think we ALL know the answer to that one!

My Brother, Justin, and I at the Lake Superior Zoo as little hoodlums. Yeah, those are nice bangs! 

As I am... curious and slightly confused

Sometimes I like my other blog better than this one.... Hmmm.... I don't know why I have to have a million blogs and art sites and journal sites.
I don't really have that much to express! That's a lot of pressure on myself to express!! Sometimes I should just keep my thoughts and talents and ideas ALL TO MYSELF!
But I like the connectivity and feedback from other people. I'm addicted to feedback.

Quick Note:
On the bus yesterday to school there was this larger guy with a funny black beret on in front of me. On the way back from school it was the same exact bus and I unintentionally sat in the same seat... and the guy with the beret was still sitting in the seat ahead of me. Weird time warp! Made my head feel funny!

Why I like motifoto:

www.intergalacticninjas.com/motifoto

This is one of my favorite sites. It is like blogging, but with pictures. There are assignments. It's exciting to share pictures and compare and comment. Right now only a few people frequent it and that makes me sad. I like to look at new pictures and see different perspective, but I can't get that if I'm one of the only ones constantly uploading new pics! So this is my shout out to the world to go and join motifoto and let's motivate each other to be creative!

Oh yes, I can smell the fun!

p.s. What does fun smell like?

Fun Fact:

The phrase "In the lymelight" originated in France. Oil lamps and candles were on their way out and they started using Lyme powder. They discovered that Lyme powder produced a very bright, in-your-face light. They used it many of the theatres in the theatre district. This allowed them to be able to hold performances at night.
A French realist painter did a lot of paintings with the influence of lymelight. It caused a very distinct shadowing and brightening on the subject.

Playing with Photoshop 

I miss camping. I can't wait to go camping this year!! 

ECU: Lava Lamp 

School's Almost DONE!

I'm jumping out of my skin (Not a pretty sight!) with anticipation for this semester to be over! I'm so overwhelmed with everything I've had to go through this semester. I had the HUGEST projects ever. It's amazing what we put ourselves through for an education. Today I didn't eat anything until the very last minute before I caught my bus home. I just had a cup of coffee at 8:00 a.m. That propelled me 'til 2:00 p.m. Also I walked about a mile to and from the bus stop on little food power. I had so much crap to do.

Tomorrow I give a presentation for my 8:30 a.m. Mass Communication Theory class. I'm scared out of my wits. We hodge podged things together these last few weeks. Last minute! It's been scarey. Well, with what we have if we get up there and B.S. our ways through our own little niche topics we can't fail it! We have a giant power point presentation. It looks pretty good. Of course the teacher will grill us on our predictions for the future, but I don't care. I doubt that we'd fail it. So with that said. I shall not worry. I will just get up and talk about what I know and think for the future. No one wanted to do the assignment. No one really wanted to get up and do their presentation. I don't think I've met anyone in my college career who has been like, "Yes! We get to do a gropu project and public presentation! Well, that's just JOLLY JACK SPLENDID!" NEVER have I met someone who has said that.

I will be so elated when that is all over. I had to give another giant presentation in another class this semester. I stuttered my way through it... but we got a good grade. That presenation was worth 50% of our total grade. This one is worth 50 pts/450 pts. Not as much.

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A Loss For Words...

It's 8:00 a.m. I am tired. I have weird dreams. Somewhat tormenting. The same person is in them all of the time. Why can't they just leave my subconscious already! Geesh! It's been years since we've been intimate. Funny how we can control our legs, our arms, hands, feet, toes, fingers, mouth with out brains, but for the love of pete we can't control our brains. Even if we try or think we are there are still things going on underneath the surface. I'm not a big fan of that.

I wish there were a way, like on "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" to erase certain memories. I want to erase and build anew.

Everyone has people that fall into that category. How can we avoid doing this to ourselves? For the good of the human race there has to be a way to sniff out these people that will hurt us deeply, torment our fragile spirits. Alas, no matter who it is, they have the power to hurt you. The trick is to just be careful not to hurt anyone else... and maybe karma will help out with the rest. Or maybe karma doesn't exist and we are all doomed. Or maybe God will help out. But maybe God doesn't exist and we;re all doomed. ::Shrug, shrug:: All you can do is just: be good, kind, thoughtful, and smile as often as possible. EVEN if it makes you look mildly retarded or constipated.

I hope this new year I'm starting will turn out to be a good one. It's been a long time since I've had a SUPER AWESOME year. There are always hardships... no avoiding that I guess. It all boils down to the JUST BE GOOD....

I try to make a self portrait on each birthday I have. Because I look different for every one. Today is my b-day... so here is my self portrait. enjoy! 

My Monster doodle, turned photoshop project 

TODAY is my birthday!!

So, today is my birthday. I am excited to see my Momma and I think my Papa and step-Momma are coming up too. Exciting! I live in Minnesota and my Dad lives in Texas. So that is kind of big deal that he is up on my birthday. This will make two years in a row that I've seen my Dad on my birthday.
I'm glad my Mom is coming up because she's always dependable for stuff like that. To want to spend the day with you on special days. The only downfall is that she's always at least 15 minutes to an hours late. Ha, tardiness.
Later on tonight I'm going to the Homegrown Musical Festival! I've never been to it even though I've lived up here for almost 4 years!! Geesh! The festival lasts through Sunday. It is held in local establishments. So you have to bounce around to bar after bar. There are 45 bands performing! I'm gonna see Low for sure! And the Blackeyed Snakes.
Visit here: http://www.duluthhomegrown.com. I'm pumped!

Next weekend I'm going to see Mike Doty, lead singer for Soul Coughing, with my brothers and boyfriend and sister'n law in the twin cities! Yippee for musical performances!

My BiRtHdAy....is TOMORROW!

So, tomorrow is my birthday. I plunged into this world on a thursday late at night on the 6th of May. I was 2 weeks late. It only took about 45 minutes for me to emerge, but I waited two hellish weeks to finally do it. That's pretty much how I live my life. Super apprehrensive about things... procrastinate... bite nails.... BUT THEN I pull through at the last moment super fast and easy.

I like my birthday... but I hate it too. It's just kind of a weird day. I dunno. I hte it because I have fears that one day I will be a hermit and I'll go a whole birthday without anyone saying a word to me. :( How sad would that be. That's so not even close to happening to me now, but I still fear it!

Today is my Dad's birthday... we sort of share birthdays. Ya see, I was born actually a couple minutes before midnight on May 5th (my Dad's b-day) but my Dad wanted me to have my own birthday. He had the doctor lie and say I was born at 12:04 a.m. on the 6th. So, there you have it!

Time for class now. Ergh!

One of my paintings... 

The Boyfriend 

Out on the hiking trail...watch out for those pesky beavers! 

A doodle turned into a photoshop project: 

My doodle: The Greaser