So I’ve managed to contract food poisoning.  Or maybe God’s trying to tell me something.  Maybe something like, “Aaaaaabbbbyyyy, don’t eat that me-damn McDonald’s Breakfast Sandwich.  Don’t be tempted by the bacony goodness, (even though bacon was one of my greatest creations next to the movie Inception and chocolate chip cookies) or you will be seriously sorry later.”  I wish I had listened, Big Guy, I really do.  Crippling stomach cramps and dry heaves aren’t really the two companions I’d like on a day like this.  And now that I think of it, Inception and some chocolate chip cookies would make a much better duo.

With August approaching faster than my next bout of nausea, it’s pretty bizarre that this summer is already 2/3 over.  I’ve spent my time how I wanted, and now I have even more inspiration to get shit done.  I “made” a shirt last night!  My first real attempt at creating something wearable, and I’m really happy with how it turned out.  Granted, my sewing machine was not cooperating so I sewed it by hand, leaving some pretty gnarly looking stitches behind, but it’s pretty and unique and I’m proud of my first go at this whole sewing thing.

Also, I just turned the TV on and Bonnie Hunt (AKA the Mom from the Beethoven movies or the blonde adult lady in Jumanji) was interviewing Jesse Ventura.  This man has got to be the luckiest dude in the world.  I get the whole wrestler thing.  It was big in the 80s/90s, so that’s legit.  And, I was too young to truly appreciate or question the fact that we made that man our governor, but he should count his blessings that we let it go that far.  Now, I’d like to know who the hell gave this man a license or reason or opportunity to talk about all of his crazy conspiracy theories on national television.  He’s a middle-aged balding man that still manages a mullet, he looks decently crazy and is spouting off random theories about assassinations and Lennon.  Or maybe it was Lenin.  I wasn’t listening quite closely enough to differentiate between the two.  Either way, America, stop encouraging this poor man.  He needs either pick a career or come to grips with his ridiculousity or both.  It’s for his own good.

Here’s a photo of the shirt I made:

(As a qualification, I didn’t make the flowery things…or the shirt…but the rest is all me!)

Here’s a photo of the shirt I wish I had made: