here we go...

welcome friend. welcome stranger. welcome to our little cyber home, where creativity is born and leaks out into the world around us. first and always it leaks out in the form of laughter. all sorts of laughs. from a littlest giggle to the largest guffaw. but most importantly in the form of that strange swelling feeling you get when you experience creativity  in it's purest and fullest, and you literally feel it grow inside of you, making sweet love with your own creative juices at which point our ultimate dream comes true: the one where our creativity and your creativity make a love child with so much inspiration and creativity that it changes the world just a little bit. reminds us what we live for. here's a little bit of what i live for:

girl: every time i cut the yarn off from the ball on a scarf i feel like i'm cutting an umbilical cord.

boy: haha you grow attached to it, eh....and then you have to cut it.

girl: the scarf starts as the teeniest fetus and is slowly fed by the yarn ball placenta and it grow and grows till that fetus is fully grown and then the yarn cord is snipped and it heads out into the world of keeping necks warm!

boy: congratulations, it's a scarf!

girl: when two wooden needles fall in love...

boy: they start to knit. and they knit all the time until eventually they make a little scarf...and depending on how good it was made it might be able to last throughout the years, and withstand the harsh storms that it gets worn into. i hope one day to knit a beautiful scarf, that i will love and always have, and hopefully i will be careful, and patient, and work hard to make it a nice strong scarf.

girl: i will teach you to knit. and i will patiently help you and guide you until you knit that scarf that will get you through every cold winter day for the rest of your life.

funny, eh?
cute, eh?
winter time warm fuzzies, eh?

want to know what else i live for?
i live to drink bubbly soda through colorful straws.
i live to listen to louis armstrong's scratchiest voice.
i also live to imitate him.
i'm tiny and white. so very white. and so very female. with a big mop of  crazy red hair on my head. but the minute i hear that trumpet i clear my throat and truly think i can sing like a big 'ol african american male who i'm assuming smoked all his days. silly, eh?

crazy mop, eh?

i live for it nonetheless.
i live for combo-words.
nonetheless, nevertheless, stiffneckedness.
i live to laugh when i hear neck-ed. and naked. and lots of other borderline immaturities.
i live to make grilled cheese sandwiches of every kind.
of every cheese.
of every bread.
of every degree of toastiness.

i live to make up words: toastiness.
i live to day dream about silly feats that may never come true.
todays includes a little sandwich shop. the kind that serves only gourmet grilled cheese.
pick your bread. pick your cheese. pick your toastiness.
maybe the menu could include some gourmet pb&js? yummy, eh?
i live for the moments that are the complete opposite of disappointment.
pleasant surprises, i think they're called.
the ones that beat all the odds.
i live to find pennies heads up.
i live to cheer each time i find a penny heads up.
good luck, eh?