Friendswood Mustangs

Working at a craft store, I end up helping people with lots of random projects. My latest student was a lady that happened to live a block away from me and was having trouble with her Yudu Screen Printer. Until now, I hadn't had the privilege of working with one out of the store, and it was a new experience. I learned the finer points on emulsion, and even learned about other options, like the paint-on emulsion, which I think would be worlds easier if it weren't for the fact that it has to be done in a darkroom... 

Anyway, the Yudu is a whole 'nother story- today I wanted to share what was born out of this experience: my very own logo for our school district's football team, the Friendswood Mustangs. I don't know that it's the world's best, but my new friends thought it was great, and since they're the ones wearing it, that's all that really matters, right?  

Colds and Crushes don't mix

In Junior High, Seventeen Magazine was where everyone learned what life was about. On bus #5, the boys would read the articles aloud and gag at the appropriate moments, while we girls defended ourselves. The boys would point out things they thought were stupid, and we would point out things that weren’t true at all, at least not in our world. It was our own peer review of the media. Our favorite section was the one in the back where all the personal stories were. We couldn’t get over how stupid most of the people were: How could anyone expect to ever have an honest relationship when a little rogue flatulence could send them running in the other direction? Clearly the boys I was hanging out with knew that girls were just as capable of gas as boys. Thinking back, though, I realize I have a very similar story. Of course, I wasn’t “dating” him, so I don’t think it’s exactly the same, but I did have a huge crush on him, and I certainly never tried to talk to him after the incident…

His name was Tom, and he was dreamy. Soft looking hair, strong jaw, kind smile, etc etc… and I was the casual acquaintance that was as significant to him as a fly on the wall. It was spring, and I was afflicted with the same cold that everyone else in the school had. My body ached, and for its constant dripping, my nose was impressively un-drained. We were in a study hall, and someone mentioned that they would feel a lot better if they could just get their back to crack. Someone else piped up that Tom could crack a back like a pro. Soon he had a line of people waiting for him to crack their backs, and I was in it. Not just because I liked him, I could use a cracking, too.

When it was my turn, I laid on my back with my arms crossed. He placed one hand underneath me, and just when I wasn’t expecting it, he pressed hard on my arms.  My mouth was closed. If you ever have trouble getting your kids to blow their noses, this is the way to go. My nose was empty in seconds, and Tom was running to the bathroom to wash his face. No apologies could have righted the situation.  

Loon-er Theatre

When my husband got his entertainment system perfected, he had to name it: the Gecko Theater. So when our friend got his system up and running, it was christened “Loon-er Theatre,” which is very fitting, seeing as he works in the space industry and has a very strong attachment to the north and Minnesota’s beautiful state bird.  I decided every good theatre has to have a logo, so I made him one. This is what I’ve been doing the last few days…