Fashionable Balloon Art

It’s becoming all the rage in the fashion industry! More and more people are flocking to Balloon Artists for CLOTHES made out of balloons. It’s not cheap either! Some of the designs featured in magazines and websites all over the world are upwards of $500! Balloon fashion even has its own runway shows now! This was never something I envisioned as a career choice until I went to a Twist and Shout Balloon convention a few years back! I was “blown away” 😉 by the detail some of these Balloon Artists put into their work. Here is something I’ve made since my wonderful discovery!

Cranky Morning Artist

With only a few hours of sleep, I set out with my partner this morning on a breakfast adventure and trips to some local hotspots. I spent the entire evening finishing several paintings that have been awaiting their retirement.  ONWARD AND UPWARD!  #Breakfast @Venue (check them out on Facebook) 


I woke up this morning with two songs in my mind.  The first song I thought of was Smile by Uncle Kracker. I watched the video on Youtube.  It made me think of Indiana.  One of my homes growing up.  The second song I thought of was Happy by Pharrell Williams.  This song reminds me of a man who set my soul free.  He taught me that my way of thinking was not wrong and that i could always survive.  A few weeks ago a friend told me about a word he came up with.  The word was fun.  SMAPPY That’s Smile and Happy folks.  My mind finally put it together in a way I could understand.  The morning of the solstice I woke up perfectly at peace and SMAPPY.


On My Own

This is day two of living on my own.  I do have roommates but this is something I’ve never experienced.  I am almost 28 years old.  I have lived in barracks when I was in the military but I am truly on my own for the first time.  Sitting here in my little Harry Potter room under the stairs is actually quite soul warming.  I can come and go as I want and make my own choices.  I’ve wanted this for a long time.Featured image


Once a week I enter the cockpit of my little rented plane.  Its a beautiful Cessna 152, and it brings me to better places.  Once in the air all my world, the world I’ve always dreamed of,  is around me and I must trust only the hunk of metal that surrounds me, and harder, I must trust myself.

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Ice Dogs Hockey


Tonight was my first ever trip to a hockey match! Wow what an experience. I walked through the doors and stood in line for my tickets. I heard the team come out and it made me super excited to get into the match! I needed to have snacks when I got in.  The transaction felt too long.   I was gripping my tickket for most of the game before I realized I had a wallet I could stash it safely away in. Being over 21,  I decided to go on the drinking side, and  found out shortly where the seats were located…the other side. I finished my one beer and decided to join the family oriented seat providing side of the rink. There were a lot of children. Most of them seemed disinterested the game but oddly enough most of them had jerseys. It was as if they were their parent’s personal advertising boards. There were some exceptions of course. A few of the children had anger management problems and got into the game way too much. They were way worse than any of the adults drinking. These kids were the true fans. Finally I was established with snacks in hand to watch the third period of the game.  Talk of jerseys lured me back downstairs to check some prices. OUTRAGEOUS! That should have been expected. I bought a key chain instead, but that’s okay i loved it just as much. It was squishy. I haven’t been educated on the rules of hockey, so sometimes it was hard to follow but I was mesmerized from the moment I arrived. I found myself judging people for chanting but shortly after I realized I had joined them. They got me. I felt myself getting emotionally invested. Both teams were really taking hard hits, and beating on each other. I should have been prepared. I knew hockey was a violent sport. Non-the less, I LOVED IT. One thing that really surprised me is how familiar the players looked to me. I’ve seen these guys around. I love that small town homey feel. Its like Fairbanks is a family linked in.

Thank you Ice Dogs for giving me some sporting culture.