God's Perfect Love (July '10)

A Mother's Love (Nov. '10)

TheFabFour (Nov. '10)

Mathew's Safari (Oct. 10)

This is a project I did for a couple I lived with for a while. Their son's first birthday was coming up fast, and I wanted to do something out of the ordinary for him. This name board was just the thing. I don't know if he's crazy about safari animals yet, but I think he will be. What kid doesn't like lions and giraffes? PS - There's no spelling error on his name. It really only has one "t". :o)

I... Well...

I still think the word "Lips" is far too sacred to speak in public.

I think day-dreaming is one of the best gifts God ever gave us. My dreaming today takes me back to the ski lodge and the warm feeling of the cafeteria and hot chocolate after hours of treading the cold, blank snow.

I think the requirement to brush one's teeth twice a day is one of the closest connections to the presence of sin in the world.

I sometimes wish someone could see all my thoughts and tell me if I'm normal or not.

I like to drink applesauce out of a cup. I don't think that makes me weird. I think that makes me creative.

I have heard Billy Joel's "Piano Man" one too many times. Pandora knows this.

I find the sound of a theremin is both intriguing and frightening at the same time, just like some people and ideas and atonal music.

I want to be as punctual at sending birthday cards as I am at getting to work on time, but it never seems to happen.

I love songs that are painfully honest. They make me feel more okay about myself because I know I'm not alone.

I assume that lots of times, when I make a creative choice, people think I'm dumb because they just don't get it.

I sometimes wish I could be payed to whistle.

There are specific musical patterns that I hate and find truly unmusical.

Vaccination

*Sneeze*
Words explode into thin are - Like missiles from your mouth
Hit my skin like soap bubbles - Disappearing immediately
But diffusing into my epidermis - Headed straight for the heart
To sit
Latent.
Dormant.

I smile and play along - Unknowing and Naive.
You smile and play along - Finally freed of your
Heavy artillary.
The world is a rose - Until projectiles of
A passing
*cough*
Float like bubbles from your hand -To pierce my heart
A throng of thorns - Sent to waken the
Month-old harbinger.

I grasp the pain - And writhe all night long
Tears soaking the cloth of - My unemployed pillow.
Praying for rest - Not quite meant to be
Found tonight.

The sting labors on -Through the cloudy haze of
The morning sun - While exhaustion complicates
The torture.

The fever rages on - Until one moment catches me:
The phone rings
And I'm certain - It is the call of the casualty.
My hospital room -Is dead silent
Save for your voice
Ringing in my ears.

You ask:
Is everything ok?

The gun is raised
Ready to fire at will.
Either suffering patient
Could feel the blow
And the cold liquid
Flow in an instant.
My finger flutters on the
Trigger.
I open my mouth and...

*BANG!*

I open my eyes to see
Neither of us are paralyzed,
Lying motionless on the ground
As I had suspected.

The disease is dying - Set to plague my soul no more.
Herein lies the key:
your Truth is my Vaccination.