Treasure

So, last night my uncle came over. That was confusing because he looks just, completely, almost exactly like my dad. Whodathunkit? them being brothers and all. Well, the topic turned to intense eighties music (of course) and guess what? My dad was in an actual bandband. I knew that he and his brothers had played for church and for fun and everything but this was their magnum opus.
My dad plays the guitar, Uncle Tim played piano (he's learned guitar since then), and uncle Joe played the drums. (I don't think Uncle Joe was in the band, He was the oldest and was probably to busy). Well, they had this friend that could sing and they started a band called The Ones That Got Away. TOTGA. You'll never find it on the internet, sorry.
They made six tracts and sent it in to a bunch of different people. They even got an article in a national magazine about them! I CANT BELIEVE I DIDN'T KNOW THIS!
Uncle Tim showed us some of the music. Its intense eighties music but not bad for back then. My dad is mostly background guitar and singing background, but he's in there. Uncle Tim wrote the music and lyrics and put it all together and everything.
So, I have them on my iPod now and I cant stop listening to them. (As my dad's and his brother's band I owe them my allegiance).
  A is for murder:
   "One child lives, a million more die
     A is for murder, I ask myself why, they die.
 I almost cried, you know it makes me want to cry."
Pretty strong stuff. 
The best one prolly is "Tear it up" Yeah, I'm totally going to brag on them forever now.
  Me "Did your dad have a band with your uncle?did they get in a national magazine?did they almost get a record deal?do you have them on your iPod?!" *Proud*

So, now that your thoroughly jealous here's something to lighten up your day!

Yes, the kitten is a poptart. Yes, That is a rainbow coming out from behind it. Yes, this goes on for three minutes straight. And yes, the voice is realtime. I think that this is what Asians do when they grow tired of laughing at us stupid Americans and doing the Rubik's cube in five seconds.
From now on before you have a poptart you will think of this.
I feel like I've had an extreme sugar rush when I hear this. Seriously it feels like I've had a redbull. Maybe cause my mind is trying to keep up with the song. *Jittery*

New in shoppe

Heres a couple of my new items in my shoppe:
http://www.etsy.com/listing/72752823/old-gnomes
http://www.etsy.com/listing/72750262/young-gnomes?ref=v1_other_2
http://www.etsy.com/listing/72749219/pink-and-purple-babushka?ref=v1_other_2
And this is one that I need to make a set for but I think he's so cute that I just want to post pictures now.

Aang is my favorite of all things anime. Its nice that he's bald cause I really cant make felt hair.

Alive-ness

Part of my life right now.

I just watched Princes Mononoke yesterday. Very gory! Very confusing, and the whole struggle between the two kids who love each other overcoming their difficulties so that they can be together is great until the end where she's all like "Well, I love you but I cannot forgive the humans for what they've done. BYE!"... Okay. He's all understanding and everything but I know he's hurting in his heart. Especially since he had to leave his cute little sister and tribe/family and everything. Oh, well. I guess he's still got Yakul. THE COOLEST RED ELK EVAH!

 But my favorite part is the cute little wood spirits. So Ca-yute!

Aren't they the sweetest little guys ever?
(I thought this blog needed some pictures. That should explain a couple of things. And yahoo for Google! No pun intended)
Anyway. I like it a lot. Ashitaka is my hero. He gets stabbed, shot, infected by horrible crippling/killing deceases from demons, he falls in love with a wolf-girl that wants to kill all his friends and everyone wants to kill Him. Too intense to be anything but an anime.

Anyway! I drew this just now. Cause I have the "Listen to your heart" song in my head.

Paint is magical.

Shoppe happenings.

Here's the link to my shoppe. Cause I finally got some stuff on there that I am proud of.
http://www.etsy.com/shop/BunniesandAvacado?ref=pr_shop_more
Thats whats happening. also: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fyXmp-FiPJo

Life and lyrics

This weekend was amazing. I went down to Hockley, danced like a madwoman at the ball, wore a jellyfish dress and drank redbull. Gotta love it.
I am so glad that I got to go. I really missed seeing all of you wonderful peeps that populate that area. I'm not sure if I said much to you. I was really tired. But I enjoyed seeing you.
This morning was murder. I woke up and went back to sleep. Work was grueling. I'm pretty sure that people sick their dogs on me on purpose. It was So hot, so I wore shorts. I think that dogs see legs and all they can think of is Bacon. It didn't help that I was so paranoid. I was practically running away every time I heard a dog bark.
You stand at the door of youknownotwho's house, and you reach out your hand and push the doorbell. Once. Silence. You wait with bated breath for a millisecond that seems like forever and then you hear it. That high-pitched throw up of sound and the scuttling of claw against floor as the dog runs full speed into the door with a thud. Silence. And the wretched creature smashes his face against the bottom of the door and sniffs as hard as he can while his compatriots bark like maniacs until the owner comes.
"Be quiet" Yeah, that's gonna work. Why don't you say it even more halfheartedly and they might obey.
If it's a nice dog it will be satisfied with either licking or just scratching up your ankles until they are raw. But most of them want more then that. They're going in for the kill.
True story: I just got literally chased off of this old lady's porch by her dog that wanted blood. Old lady with walker: "Dearie, you dropped one of your flyers" Me, running. "Have a good day!"
When you say have a good day, the most common reply is *Grunt* Just letting you know. Cause I say it to about twenty people a day so I know. And most of those people I don't even want to have a good day cause they just ruined mine.
But I'm not complaining. I just thought that you guys that work at saving people's lives and spending hours on the phone trying to sell something to people would like to know how hard it is to give away free stuff. Its really nice when you get someone who doesn't have to be forced to say yes. ITS FREE! Okay guys?
Chinese woman who doesn't speak English and had to have her daughter translate. "FREE!?!?!" Me: "Yeah, I know!" Woman: "REALLY FREE!?!?!?!" Or nice guy who is pleasantly suspicious: "Its completely FREE? what's the catch!?" Me: "well we have all our information on it, so we do get some customers out of it" Man : "But still! You come all the way out here for FREE!"
I like those people. But its a rarity.
Mostly people are shaking they're heads emphatically as they try to fend off their vicious dogs.
But I like my work. WEEDMAN! I like the nice people who joke around with me about my horrid yellow tent of a shirt that I wear. I like it when I get more points then Mercy. *Barely EVER* I like it when I dont get none yesses. And I like playing the yellowcargame on the drive. I almost always win. Oh, and I like the fact that since I have a job it forces me to look presentable. Cause I aint got the motovation to do it on my own.
Me in the morning: ergh. I guess I should wash myself and put on daytime clothes... Maybe I'd rather die.
Walking in the morning is great. I can fill my head with music for the day and get some energy out of the little children that are with me, and also it makes me hungry all day! But only for carrots.
Itsh nishe.