Fresh Perspective
*sigh* ok. What I thought might happen ... didn't. but really oh well, as now I know and can just get on with life as I know it and work on making it better. There never seems to be enough time to do the things I want or even to rest. Why is that? Am I just a horrible person to want a comfortable environment in which to live? I know I'l never have a gorgeous kitchen like the ones I see on the home improvement channel. Which by the way are usually bigger in area than my entire home. Who cooks that much? and do you really need a marble scalloped edge counter to spill kool-aid on not to mention spilling rice krispies and dog food on the meticulously laid exotic wood planked floor. I say YES!!! 
ok shallow but man, architectural stuff is just fascinating to me. I am mesmerized by the show "FLIP this HOUSE" where a dysfunctional yet lovable close knit company goes through the trials and tribulations of renovating houses for an ASS load of money. Not sure what the moral of that show is ....as if shows are moral. is it...don't work with dysfunctional people...good luck finding any that aren't.
oh yes, on a more personal note, Mia lost her first tooth yesterday. She was quite the snot about it too. I noticed it as it was on the verge of basically falling out on it's own in search of a new life, but Mia would NOT let me see it after my initial professional examination of wiggling it back and forth. snarling ensued and she was not about to let me pull it. Ever the patient mom...yeah right. I gave both girls baths and allowed them to dry naturally as it was warm outside and they needed to take out their anguish of taking a bath on the evil yet soft bath towels that I attempt to dry them with. seeing this as an opportunity Mia took the bait and pulled on the towel. She suddenly stopped and wasn't interested anymore and I noticed the rogue tooth in the towel. So now I have a little schnauzer who would fit in well in any episode of hee haw.
Really, I need a new scanner. Too many people putting up really cool stuff and having me talk about them when this blog is essentially about me. MEMEMEMEMEMEME. Seriously, I found this site on Dooce today. it's a blog about dogs. Weimeraners to be exact. And I think it's lovely to devote a whole blog to that...check it out. 
do you ever get up in the morning and then go all the way through lunch before you actually notice what color of shirt you have on? That happened to me today. This interesting little guy to the left here was not drawn by me but is from the site 
(as Jeri is trying to reduce the amount of paparazzi in her life I'm showing a pic of her less popular and less attractive sister here) and I did get to stay a full 8 hours in my hotel room at the Manchester Hyatt which is a gorgeous hotel and I wasn't paying for it. HOWEVER... my reason for being there was pure ickyness of trying to convince people I new all about a subject that in actuality I knew nothing about. Let me point out that I'm a HORRIBLE liar. It's just impossible for me to lie. I can't do it. No wonder I seem to be attracted to lying men. I'm envious of the ability to be able to pretend and convince people. no not really. I think it's a despicable trait. Anyhoo. needless to say, I bombed big time. but I was totally thrown to the wolves in that everything I was told was not what happened...("oh they'll prolly only be 6 people there in a small room") uh yeah. there wwere about 150 people in a room that could fit 1750. I was at a freakin podium for crying out loud. I'm pretty emotionally scared from this not that I wasn't already. I have security issues and the biggest mistake you can make with me is to threaten or take that away from me or put me in a situation where it's threatening. so I will NEVER be doing THAT again. ew. However, Here's some pics from my gorgeous room.
)...now these are most likely family names, but seriously why perpetuate bad taste and call it tradition?
sentimental and then do something extremely stupid and pathetic. man, me and Clark Griswold could so hang out at Wallyworld together. What is this obviously meaningless quest for truth for if nobody TELLS you anything? Mainly, because it means something to me. And frankly, it makes me mad that people lack the courtesy of granting a conversation because it's too upsetting or inconvenient for them. well, get over yourself. I know I'm trying to. I will not beat myself up over this anymore. In my heart, I see nothing wrong with trying to reach out to people who have proven without a doubt they make dumb decisions. everyone makes dumb decisions...the difference between being a jerk and having compassion is what you do after the dumb decision. Do you just ignore the fact that it's possible that you're not perfect and miss out on a wonderful human being in your life? Completely stand behind your dumb decision because YOU made it and will just not admit to it being dumb? (2 dumb decisions are even worse by the way and make you even more of a jerk) or do you actually do the right thing admit your human talk to the person you've hurt and move on to getting to know each other better? Which is the best outcome? hrrrmmmmm. well internet, frankly I write to you because you're the only one who listens and doesn't judge...like the cosmos or putting a letter into a river to be taken away. still the quest for truth continues....
Peep research - good or bad?
I did something last night that I haven't done since I was a kid. I watched "It's the Easter Beagle Charlie Brown". I used to count down the days as a kid for every holiday waiting for the official Snoopy and Charlie Brown Special to come on. Snoopy is what got me into drawing as a kid. then garfield which rocks as a strip but sucks as a movie unfortunately. and finally Bloom County. I miss you Charles Schultz. Happy Easter everyone, I hope you find lots of eggs.
Balloon dogs rock. This is some of the serious design work I've been creating this weekend. oooo don't be jealous, balloon dog loves everyone. ;) I'll share the full stuff in my portfolio which I will be updating shortly.
Now I guess I'm a bit bitter....not against religion itself but to me this is sort of a discriminatory thing in that it blatantly tells people of faiths that they can't be an aggie dogwalker. they have to go out and start their own dog walker group for whatever deity they choose. So way to open up those arms of acceptance people. you're main interest is dog walking....don't make people feel they have to be a chrisitan to do it. and hey you may learn something about other people rather than just inviting clones of yourself to a group. now it's become this screwed up fascination of mine, thanks to really icky events in my life that dealt with religion, to somewhat find the hypocracy in people when they're overly zealous about their religion. actually people who are overly zealous about anything to the point of perkiness makes me want to slap them as it's just demented. seriously, i get very argumentative. and it's not that i'm against religion either. it's that i'm against ANYONE trying to convince me that they're better than me because their religious. (religious meaning they attend church maybe once a week and they have a sticker on their car (in this case... aggie "insert religion" for christ) not they actually y'know PRACTICE what they're taught in church in their own lives. because as I see it your religion is a spiritual guidance of how you live your life. not how many times you walk a dog for christ. This does NOT excuse you from sleeping with your friend's ex-boyfriend whom you KNEW your friend was still in love with. (for example ;) and does that even entitle you to the label of friend?) Nor does it give you license to be a jerk (neglect, ignore, snub) to people you decide are not religious enough for you....I think of that movie "Saved" it was so perfect...in that the outcasts were the only ones being real humans and the perky over religious skanks who were perceived as good were really the bad people. I think that movie was protested by those same people. which i think is funny. I do know good people who are religious and they give me hope for church and someday I may actually go. I may have to skip my aggie underwater basket weavers for christ meeting though...;)
