Another one bites the dust

So, my life is kinda in a stand still. Most of the time I get up early go "running (trying to kill myself by juggling all my insides around), get things organized for Monday, and end up in my pajamas by 7pm. No owls have attacked me; I have attended no parties; I cannot go camping. However, David, as punishment for never checking my blog, has done something worth noting recently.
So a couple of nights ago, the kids at the sculpture park went out for a few drinks. They were playing pool and managed to piss off some locals who don't like to share pool tables. After a few snide comments, one of them dares David to eat a habanero pepper. Now, for you conwidians, you might remember when David and Jeremy dared me to eat a habanero pepper. The only hotter thing on this earth is actual fire and maybe battery acid. Why anyone thought it would be a good idea to eat these things is beyond me. I ended up in the bathroom crying for help in between bouts of running a cold faucet over my tongue for 30 minutes. When the 10 dollars that was promised me was denied, Jeremy was forced to eat one. This spectacle was the only time I have ever seen Jeremy Spann cry. It went something like this.."Help........gargle, swish, choke.........HELP, PLEASE, HELP" I felt the thing move its way along my digestive system for 2 days due to the fact that it was literally burning an actual HOLE in my intestines. Apparently David forgot this, or you know, thought we were just exaggerating. He ate one, and later ended up in the parking lot, and due to the effects of a virtual chemical burn in his mouth and the desperation one feels when there is no relief in site, he ate dirt. That's right, he grabbed a handful of gravel and dirt and ate it. Desperate times call for desperate measures, I hope this has brightened everyone's day. Maybe revealing David's "dirty" little secret will encourage him to actually read these things I so meticulously write and post on the internet.

Look closley, and have a good cry, 'cause these aren't digitally enhanced

It's the bandaids...And the raspberries, and the running.

I'll begin this post with an apology. Everything at the park this past week was so freakin busy I felt bad using the only computer for posting, when everyone else was actually using it for art...sheesh. I had a busy week. David and I got to spend some quality time together which ultimately made me feel like crap when I had to leave him again. We won't see each other until Christmas, but I'll live .
I found this book about pairing your personality type with your career. Since the law book said that lawyers work 60-80 hours a week and have NO LIVES and the personality-career book said my personality goes with teacher/counselor, I've pretty much decided to stay away from law school all together. If I find that damn law book so annoying, why would I want to spend 3 years in law school? I still don't know what I want to be, but if anyone has any suggestions, have at it.
I found out I'm allergic to raspberries, they make me throw up, and band-aids, they make my fingers swell up, turn white, develop blisters, and feel like they're on fire for 2 hours. Ah, being allergic to everything always makes life such a surprise.
My team leader called from Americorps, and at some point I will be down in the gulf. The limit for disaster relief is 3 weeks so it won't be for too long. The way hurricane Rita is looking, I might be in Houston too. I'm excited about being able to help. I also have to run 3 times a week for basic training. I believe my doctor once said to me "some people aren't made for running." I can take a hint, unfortunately, it's not an option. When I run, I end up looking like a 2 day old giraffe/hunchback with cantaloupes attached to her chest. Not pretty. Maybe I can find a digital video camera and show you what I mean. Regardless ,I'm gonna go "Rocky" on my ass and try to get to a point where at least I am not throwing up after every 1/2 mile.
I'm back in Arkansas for 12 days. I bought my ticket from hotwire, and you buy it before you know what time your plane leaves. Well it left at 6am this morning, and I had to be there an hour early, and Shafer, MN is an hour from the airport, so I was up for the day at 3:30 am. Needless to say, I'm really tired so I'm gonna go to sleep now.
P.S. Ashur watches those Veggietales cartoons, and one is about Larryboy and the rumor weed. He told me today that Larryboy was gonna go find some weed.

We have nothing to fear but El Chupacabre (or el chimichanga)

Hello everybody,
I'm having a grand ol' time in Minnesota. The weather is beautiful and the food is good. My grandfather informed my mother he thinks I'm in a cult. Yes, now living in a public park that supports the arts is cult behavior. Also, joining a national, government sponsored volunteer program is cult behavior. I am officially in the public service cult.
I've been to the Walker museum in Minneapolis and a huge fabric outlet. I'm getting in the art commune groove of things. Apparently I shouted "No, Sanford said I was the concrete!" in my sleep last night. Where else can you have dreams where you are concrete but at Franconia sculpture park.
We had a mexican night last night. You Conway peoples know what that means. David and Sanford made chimichangas and a huge mess. It took three hours and we all had to listen to mariachi band music blare over the stereo while we slowly starved to death. At one point the actual burner to the stove was CAUGHT ON FIRE (see "remenants of fire" picture below). It was fabulous. When dinner was finally done at 9:15 we all scarfed it down so fast that we felt pretty sick. 12 people with upset chimichanga stomachs is not a good thing.
I have to go to the cities today to buy a huge roll of burlap and pick up some super sturdy plaster David got donated. Who knew? Love you guys.

Slide night dance party pics!!!!!!1

Karl, David, Eleanor and Christina

Sanford and Guy gettin down

My-linh dancing

Giddyup

Franconia

Hey Guys,

So here I am, in the land of 10,000 lakes and it is beautiful. After you've been in Arkansas hell-heat for so long you eventually forget that there are reasonable temperatures in other areas of the united states. Too bad I thought it was going to be freezing. I checked the weather, and it said lows in the 30's and 40's. I get here and it gets up to 80 during the day. I have a closet full of unwanted sweaters.
Everyone has been really nice. I weeded the garden yesterday and today I organized the basement, made zucchini bread and am making dinner for 10 people. I've been pretty busy. Last night everyone got a little too rowdy and at one point I ended up on my butt with my head beneath a rapidly approaching porch swing. Thank goodness I had a high enough blood alcohol level to dull the pain. We blasted Lucero from the speakers in the house, and yelled at sleeping interns with a megaphone. We somehow ended up arm wrestling, and due to my ridiculously strong biceps, I beat several people including David.....twice. Herego the nickname "Over the top". Yes, I have been given a nickname, I am officially an art groupie.
I am staying in the "big house" (pictured). There is running water, but it has white things floating in it. I went to walmart and stocked up on jugs.(not the magazine). . I'm having a great time and hope to have funny stories soon. I love you guys.

Sculptures!!!!!

Here's the beginning of David's

This one belongs to Guy

This sculpture was made by Sanford

superdog

Semi-finished pirate ship

ARRRRGGGHHH

I leave for Minnesota tomorrow, horray!!!!! What do you pack for an artists commune? Rope sandals, hippie skirts, clothes? David and I have been busy building my nephew a pirate ship bunk bed. That's right you land lubbers, pirates. I like to periodically shout out pirate phrases such as "shiver me timbers" and "Land ho" I'll post a couple of pictures of the ship in it's early form, but we are almost done now. Ashur is over here and taking a nap so I actually have a chance to blog. My car has some vacuum canister clogged, but I'm not too worried about it since I'm leaving it here, and gas cost 1 million dollars a gallon. I bought a plane ticket from Minnesota to Fayetteville for $239, not too bad if you asked me. Americorps NCCC capitol region started a discussion board and people can post stuff about themselves. I went there and in response to a music question said that I try to be a "strict indie kid". This one guy wrote a huge comment about how that was stupid, and I shouldn't limit myself to independent music, and how green day's fans left them when they became mainstream and death cab for cutie and Ramones and blah blah blah. I felt like Jesse has somehow managed to sign up for NCCC and forgot to tell me. I responded with a "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be a music snob." comment. So that's what's happening with me.

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