Mumbling Madly

Below is some of the art I created for “The L Project.” I’m still having a hard time letting the project go, so I thought if I posted some of it for display, critique, and possible intrigue I would feel better.

Watercolor, ink, and pencil.

This clock was designed for Darren, co-choreographer of “Late.”
Colored pencil and other mixed media.

This was a clock designed for Arlee, who was co-choreographer of “Late.”
Colored pencil and other mixed media.

Watercolor and Ink

Medium: Pencil

So, to be frank, I went to the doctor to inquire about the Nuva Ring. I decided against it because hormones or hormones, regardless if you pop the pill or stick a ring in ya…which just seemed a touch too wierd for me. (But yay for the medical community for bringing us more options!). Anyhoo, since I was already at the doc’s office I decided to go for it and get a flu shot. Yeah, that’s right…I know a lot of folks shrink at the thought of one but do you remember last year’s flu epidemic? I don’t know what it was like for all y’all but Colorado was hit hard…old people and kids were hospitalized, a middle school closed down, and a few babies died. Now I’m not a kid, old, or a baby but I know a good thing when I see it: Flu Shot. My father has advocated the shot for years, claiming that it’s better to ere on the side of caution…(typical, Dad). I kind of snicker, though, when people freak out: “What! A flu shot? That can paralyze you! I got one ONCE, years ago and I was sick for days.” Come on, people… for one thing, have you ever stood in a classroom full of kids and watched all of them sneeze on each other, wipe their drippy nose on their fingers, and than grab your hand with their sticky, cold, paws? Yeah, TELL me I don’t need a flu shot.
So my doctor’s nurse is young…even though, yeah, she’s my age. I feel like nurses have to be at least ten years older than me to really know what they’re doing and stick you in the arm. Whenever I’m in the doc’s office I get all giddy and goofy, maybe because I’ve spent a lot of time at the clinic in the last year, and it’s sort of stressfull (it’s better than being weepy and teary), but I’m always asking them dumb questions and keeping the doctor longer than I should. Right when I ask the nurse: “So, do you ever get better at giving shots to people?” She punctures me in the deltoid and OW, it really hurt! It hurt so bad that I couldn’t lift my left arm up all day, and while I was teaching I had to apologize to my students: “Sorry guys, I have a gimpy arm from a flu shot.” I couldn’t even sleep on my left side it hurt so bad. I’m telling you, did I get a bad shot in the arm or what? I know my muscles are pathetic, but shouldn’t the deltoid act as a buffer between the needle and your pain sensors?

I love parades!!! I really do…even though I’m too old to get candy, I love the marching bands, I love the kids waving on the floats, I love it all. Below are some of the highlights:

The Larimer County Princesses decked out in classic liquid blue and silver.

This was one of my favorite floats. I hope when I’m over fifty I get to be a Red Hat Lady.

Cache Le Poudre High School marching band.

Yay! A Kerry supporter! At least there’s a golden retriever out there who will support the campaign. When the Democrats went by me and one other guy sitting on the curb started clapping. The Dems looked relieved. TWO PEOPLE! Everybody else just sat there looking for the Republican float a few blocks away. It was kind of depressing…still, there’s nothing more All-AMerican, rah, rah, than a parade, so I shouldn’t have been surprised. Besides, the Coloradoan Dems are way too busy to attend a parade.

My friend Angela standing in front of one of the greek fraternity floats sporting a hot tub.