Today I am *trying* to get some work done...my parents are both gone doing their various activities, so it's just me and Molly the Satanic Dog having some alone-time and thinking about the Fourth Amendment. Last night I wrapped Christmas presents, and if possible, my present wrapping skills are even less fully developed than my knitting skills. I feel like God is trying to tell me that I wasn't meant to be artsy craftsy. It's weird, because my mom is SUPER artsy craftsy, and is, in fact, an artist. And I have no artistic skill whatsoever. My dad is SUPER math guy, even has a degree in math, and is a pilot, and a crazy Type-A spock-ish logical thinker. Needless to say, I am not really any of those things either. I guess I am probably pretty Type-A, but I think I sublimate it well most of the time. So, what I'm saying is that I totally lost in the genetic lottery -- I have all the useless skills from both parents. Tone deaf like my dad -- check! Never think I'm smart enough like my mom -- check! I will say this for myself, I make some pretty badass baked goods on occassion, and I think I have my mom to thank for that. I always joke with my mom that my real dad is a UPS guy or a milk man or something, but the more I think about how I don't have any of their amazing talents, the more I wonder if there is some beer-drinking, Jimmy Buffett-loving, joke-telling traveling salesman out there that remembers this one house he went to about 30 years ago where the lady of the house was *extra* nice. Not that my mom would ever do that of course. Because she's a saint. Obviously.
Anyway, I've rambled enough. It's time to get to real work. I added (I hope it works) a thumbnail under "News and Stuff" of my friend Nikolai's artwork, and hopefully if you click it then it will take you to his website. That's the whole thing that got me on this subject, thinking about people who are artistically talented and why I'm not.
I'm off to do my research.