Bamboozled

I felt so loved when a friend on Twitter said that he missed my comics!  It wasn't the fact that he said he missed them, it was that he called my scribbles "comics!"  Up until now, I thought I'd basically been finger-painting with MS Paint.  But now I can consider myself a professional peer to Stan Lee and Dave Gibbons.

Boyfriend gave me a fancy-schmancy Bamboo tablet as a Valentine gift this year.  I was so excited that I got right to work by putting off learning to use it and collecting dust on its trendy black surface.  After he threatened offered to take it back, I decided to try it out.  It really is a nifty tool...but I'm not to quickest at picking up new gadgets so this is the best I have managed to draw with it so far:












Ooooh...colors and lines.

Well, I hope to fiddle with it some more this weekend so that I can get back to doodling and creating my in-demand "comics."

Hark the Herald Kristells Sing!

I have a sneaking suspicion that my friend, Kristell, is actually an angel in disguise.

If a Circus Clown Took Advice from Tammy Faye and then Sprinted a 10K:

When it comes to applying cosmetics to my face, I lack talent.

The Doctor Prescribed Ennui

So, I'm weird. We'll start there. I am very blessed and fortunate to have such wonderful people and opportunities in my life and, as a result, have been able to share experiences with friends and family that I will remember forever. My life is great and I've got the photo albums to prove it.

But, as I mentioned, I'm weird. Whenever I have a big day ahead of me, I get really excited about it. Imagine the way a puppy acts when you mention "ball" or "park." His little fuzzy ears will perk up and he'll go berserk as he thinks about all the great fun times he'll have playing with the ball in the park and then he will hop up and down and up and down ecstatically barking looking forward to the great times in the park with the ball! Wee!

After a few minutes of this eager anticipation, however, all of a sudden my body will get overwhelmed and decide that now would be a good time to expel bile and acid from my stomach out into the open air. I'll feel a strong, irrepressible urge to vomit.



Now matter how hard I try not to think about the impending spasms and burning heaves, the feeling becomes more and more severe until I rush to the bathroom to.....


...yeah

For example, my family is going to take a trip to Disneyland! YAY! I am going to get Ariel's autograph, see the Main Street Electrical Parade, get soaked on Splash Mountain and get a balloon shaped like Mickey's head!

....errm

Or, it's my first day at a new school! I am going to meet new people and we are going to be best friends! I've got my fancy plaid jumper and my purple Beauty and the Beast backpack all ready to go!



I wonder if there will be a class PET! wee!....ohh no...



Sadly, this did not stop once I reached what the world calls "adulthood." Just recently, a few friends and I planned a hiking trip to Old Rag! Hiking! I knew that the hike was going to be rather strenuous so I made sure to eat a wholesome breakfast with protein and I hydrated well. At some point I made the mistake of thinking about the fun we would have while rock scrambling and looking and the beautiful panoramic views. So much for a balanced breakfast.

You are probably feeling really sorry for me right now. But, don't worry! I never tell a story that does not have a happy ending because people who tell those kind of stories are really just sadists calling themselves "artists" (I'm talking to you, Kubrick!).

So, my best friend got married in July and I was able to share in her joy as her maid of honor. I woke up on the day of her wedding super-duper excited. I was going to be a part of the happiest day of her life! I had a toast prepared! It was going to be the biggest, best party EVER! Needless to say, after a really delicious breakfast in the hotel restaurant, I felt like puking.

But guess what! I did not vomit! I didn't toss my cookies, bark at the ants, boot, bob, or blow chunks! Yay!

Since Spaceheaters are a "Fire Hazard."

I'm not sure why some workplaces decide to keep the thermostat at sub-zero temperatures. Maybe it increases productivity because employees must work fastidiously to keep their blood from freezing in their veins. Whatever the reason, it certainly drives one to desire a heating blanket and maybe a parka.

Gee, if only there was a way to enjoy the warmth and freedom of a sleeved backwards robe and still be in compliance with your business professional dress code. Well listen up, shivering cube dwellers! Introducing the Workplace Snuggie!



The Workplace Snuggie is suitable for equal opportunity employers also!

Data Entry

I love my job most of the time, but, as it is in most professions, occasionally I have to complete tasks that are not as fun.



I got some good advice from my Scottish friend, Ian today: "Come on Meaghan, do your best Xena impression and rip that busy work to shreds!!"

You are right, Ian. I need to channel my inner Warrior Princess and kick some serious data entry butt. As Ian states himself, "The only right way to deal with busy work is sharp weapons of war and absurd leather costumes."

Dream On Volume 3: That Hep Cat Sure Is a Swell Hoofer!

My best friend is getting married this weekend. I can hardly contain my joy for her and her soon-to-be hubby and I am sure she is even more stoked to start enjoying marital bliss.

I now know through her experience that planning a wedding can be a very stressful task. A few months ago, after her engagement, she requested that I join her in scoping out reception venues. A couple of the options were St. Francis Hall in downtown D.C. and the Mount Vernon Inn...in Mount Vernon. Anyway, the night before we went to look at them, I had a dream about it. Here is the chat discussion I had with Best Friend about said dream with an added illustration:

me: i had a dream about you!

11:22 AM last night

Best Friend: uh oh
me: no it was good; we were dancing

Best Friend: haha

me: we were dancing in a miniature version of St. Francis Hall

which happened to be in my grandma's bedroom

11:23 AM Best Friend: oh interesting

me: you, me and a young version of Grandma were doing the jitterbug.

Best Friend: hott

me: it was fantastic

i woke up smiling

11:25 AM Best Friend: aww, yay!


I like to think that my dream was a foreshadowing of the hopping good time that will be had at her wedding celebration.