Philadelphia

Currently dreaming of anything but airport food. I'm super glad my indigestion figured itself out. Last long stint of the trip! In one hour, I leave for Manchester.

Is There a Name for That?

I want children, no matter how old they are...or how bad they may seem, to always feel like they have a chance to better themselves. This is my goal in life, and I don't know where it will take me.

Day 5, 6 and 7

Day 5 and 7: Best Friend and Favorite Word

Okay, so I kinda cheated for "best friend." I'm claiming the United States Postal Service as my best friend now. They love me, they occasionally hate me, we fight, we make up, and we sometimes even have our Fridays out. We have a grand ole time. For my favorite word, well...you know, there's nothing that makes me happier than "mail's here...you got something!" It kinda makes my day, week, and sometimes even my month.

Day 6: Favorite Book Character

My favorite book character is the Paperback Princess. Not only did she save her prince from the fire breathing dragon, but she also kicked not so poor Prince Ralph to the curb when he told her to come back when she looked like a princess. You don't need to look like a princess when you already are one. Prince Ralph, you're a bum! Doesn't surprise me that Mom somehow found woman's liberal books to read to her only daughter. That's her, my Mom ladies and gentlemen! Gotta love her.

Dear England, 10 Days More

In case any of you were wondering, these are all of the places I will be going while in England. I have no idea if I'll actually be able to make it over to London, but I highly doubt it. Dems da breaks though! Can't wait. Not quite counting down the hours yet.

Day 4: Favorite Place

I can't take all the credit for today's entry, because certain corners were drawn by some of the kids at Champions. Emily, Alana, and Ashley were great sports. I just told them I wanted the center section left open for me. This "favorite place" is a combination of a few different things. It's my inner child, it's that space where my inner child gets taken on a trip, or a run of her money when at work with such great kids. Ultimately, it's that place in time/consciousness where I realize...it's not about money, or the correct path in life, it's the happiness of a pathless life.

Alice ain't got nothin' on me!

30 Day Challenge

My friend Ashlen invited me to a 30 day drawing challenge, and so far I haven't stuck to it so religiously. I have completed 3 out of the 5 entries I should have. Honestly...I don't think I'm as focused as I want to be, but that's okay. I'm trying not to beat myself up too hard these days, even though I'm incredibly talented at it.

Day 1: Yourself

Believe it or not I was actually trying to draw myself happy, since I keep telling myself I am...and believe myself to be so. Yet, I'm amazed by the fact that even my drawing pen can't lie. My eye in this drawing looks incredibly lost...like there's something it's longing for, but just can't find. It looks desperate. I honestly thought I was just looking in the mirror...and drawing what I saw. I hope I don't walk around looking THAT desperate.

Day 2 & 3: Favorite Animal & Favorite Food

Day 2's drawing is indeed a drawing of my lovely cat Sybil. She is football-shaped, can be very flatulent, overly affectionate, an attention whore, but has a crazed, evil side to her. I swear I'm the only one who sees it. I think her name fits very well with her multiple personalities.

Day 3's picture is just a silly little doodle. I had it for the first time this last summer at the Vine in Minocqua, WI, right across the street from where I hear Chris got arrested for "indecent exposure." Memories! It's a Tapas place that also serves wine...and I died from how happy my taste buds were. Yet, this doodle has an old-fashioned comic style to it. 'Cause I feel youthful today...despite my tummy ache.

Here is the link for the 30 day challenge assignments thingy.

Where Do I Go?

If you already have a Bachelor's degree...and are interested in continuing your education, you no longer qualify for state-funded grants. I waited for no reason. I really just want to cry right now, but I have to go back to work. Can I run away from home?