August, 2008

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Wednesday, August 27th, 2008

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Simple Quilled Flower Card

Monday, August 25th, 2008

I’ve been doing a LOT of quilling lately, but no big finished completely projects to show you, though I suppose there will be soon. Beyond quilling, it’s just been a lot of working on Fantasy is Love and working lately. I’m so glad that our heat wave from last week is over, it was killing me. I’ve been lacking on sleep, and a lack of sleep mixed with heat gets me feeling quite terrible-no fun at all. It’s probably why I haven’t had anything interesting to say.

Next weekend we are going to Bumbershoot, a music and arts festival here in Seattle, and we are going to see the Stone Temple Pilots! Oooooh, yes

Here’s one of the little cards I finished recently…

McCayla’s thoughts on Obama

Sunday, August 17th, 2008

McCayla, my sweet, innocent, hysterical 15 year old sister, is visiting for the next few days. She’s playing video games and I’m looking around online.

Me: “Awesome! Barack Obama is now following me on Twitter! How fun.”

McCayla: “Shouldn’t he be trying to kick McCain’s butt instead of stalking you on Twitter?”

Twilight Series

Friday, August 15th, 2008

Basically since that first episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer when I was around 8 or 9 years old, I have greatly enjoyed the giddy rush of being a devoted fan. At the time, there was a warning at the beginning of Buffy episodes that you should be 14 years old to watch, so I would sneak upstairs into the guest room with the tiny anitque tv, lock the door, and swoon over the pretty pale boy. I’ll still randomly quote the show, and you probably won’t notice unless you’re a crazy fan, too.

I love the thrill of finding a new story that grabs me in that same giddy way that Buffy did when I was 8 years old. A lot of people seem to be of the opinion that it’s not good to immerse yourself in fictional stories to the extent that I do-but I don’t feel like I’ve ever understood why. The only real arguement I hear is that you miss out on the real world-but that’s missing the point. I love talking about things with other fans and being able to discuss events in our own lives and relate them to the stories. It gives me a whole other level of insight into people’s lives, and I love it.

Anyhow! My current source of geekdom is the Twilight saga by Stephenie Meyer. Breaking Dawn came out a few weeks ago and I’m still chatting away about it. I would recommend checking it out of course-it’s wonderful fun.

Strange Little McCayla

Saturday, August 9th, 2008

My youngest sister, McCayla, is finally coming back from California today-she’s been gone for over six weeks and has been anxious to go home. She’s been calling me quite a bit to tell me about her time there, and every time I talk to her I can’t help but remember all the things that happened when she was a little kid. Sadly, she doesn’t remember most of them, but at least this gives me an excuse to tell her all about them.

One of the incidents I was thinking about a while ago was shortly after my other sister Violet had been given a lipgloss kit. Violet was always really into experimenting, and had made a green lipgloss and thrown it in a bowl on top of her dresser.

As was typical for a Saturday, my parents went for a ride on their Harley and we were all home alone. I had thought that McCayla was just sitting in her room being the strange little kid that she was when Violet came downstairs and says “McCayla is really scared and doesn’t want you to get mad. She won’t come downstairs unless you promise you won’t get mad.”

“Oh, fucking hell. (If I said a sentence without the fuck word in it when I was a teenager, I have no idea what it was) Ok, I promise, I won’t get mad, but I hate it when you do this. Now, where’s McCayla?”

McCayla comes walking down the stairs very slowly with her hands in front of her face crying and repeating “promiseyouwon’tgetmadPROMISEYOUWON’TGETMAD!”

I brace myself for the worst, expecting who knows what. When her hands were free I fell forward grabbing the handrail on the stairs laughing until my stomach hurt.

McCayla, still bawling, attempted to tell me what had happened. “I was playing Indian.” Her face was covered in green patterns resembling tribal markings. Apparently, she’d found Violet’s lipgloss.

“It’s Native American now, kid. Oh…fuck. Ok, give me a minute to think, let’s go to the bathroom.”

I scrubbed her face while she bawled and it wasn’t coming off at all. No fading-nothing. I said I thought we were going to need to call someone and she FREAKED OUT. McCayla grabbed my legs and started screaming “Do not call Mom and Dad!”

I was trying everything we had in the bathroom. Being a teenager, it occurred to me that when I washed my face with hot water and put globs of Eucerin cream on my face it would clear up-so I gave it a go on McCayla’s green face-and for some reason I’ve never figured out it worked! Makes me really wonder about Eucerin cream.

I desperately wish I had pictures of McCayla’s green face to show people, I still see it quite clearly in my mind, haha…