Wednesday, February 24, 2010

please, accept the mystery


My hands have been creating all the things my brain has been desiring and that is really all I can ask for.  Three year olds drive me crazy but these people are the only people I want to be working with day in and day out.  Moms deserve lovin' and a sweet patch or two to add to there L.L Bean jackets, too.  

Saturday, February 13, 2010

first week of school


Lutherans know how to get down, and pretty damn low at that.  Last night I went to my jobs (Trinity Lutheran School) Valentines Day party and got totally shit faced with all my superiors.  You really learn quite a bit about people after 3 or 4 cups of hunch punch and a punishing amount of beer from too many games lost in beer pong.  The director of my school threw us all for a spin with her cart wheels and smack talk in the schools gym.  She also knew how to get her twirl on when the hired cover band encouraged the teachers to get rowdy with throwbacks like Jimmy Buffet covers, Tom Petty and a nice dose of "Sweet Home Alabama".  

It's funny how quickly I saw all of my friends turn into our parents with a little bit of hard liquor, who am I kidding A LOT bit of hard liqour, and a cheesy ass cover band.  We all participated in singing our hearts out with exaggerated passion and shakin' our booties like we haven't had a night out without the kids in years.  Eric quickly took to socializing with all of the fellow teachers and and lost so hard in beer pong against the toddler class teacher, Mary.  The pastor of the school was fearful of our "colorful" table, we became the group with the "drawings on our arms" and were unapproachable to the pastor.  

Towards the end of the night I lost control of my stomach and finished throwing up right as the head teacher of my classroom walked in on me.  She was mostly sympathetic but jesus christ, it was only my first week!  I'm interested to see how monday plays out, maybe we'll make hunch punch gatherings a more frequent occurrence. All i can say is; We brought that party.  


Sunday, February 7, 2010

arms wrapped without a body

happiness is fleeting.  i can't escape sadness.  every time i look in the mirror and i remember who i am and reasons to be sad.  three year olds laughter and kisses along with my sketch pad make me forget i was ever sad.  i just remember unhappiness far too often.  what's normal?

Monday, February 1, 2010

tofuttme

Getting mad at missing mugs becomes the only way to truly get mad without feeling guilty. 
You really shouldn't be spared but sometimes we're cowards.