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I dont mess on Halloween.

It's a major favorite.

This season for president.

Woot.

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Thank you.

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My knee exploded.

And I want to thank the people who reached out...

like my sweet dog.

She knows what you need. is patient. loving. and doesn't say anything negative. She just gets on the couch with you. and smiles in her sleep. 

being there. is the best thing. and she's smart. so she knows that.

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I have so many people to thank.

It's almost a problem.

I started out hand making thank you postcards.

and it grew. out of control.

Please know that just checking up on me is so kind. thank you. I appreciate it.

Being down for an extended period of time starts to be a lesson in patience and relying on other people. and I am still trying to be better at that. 

but the treats.notes.words.visits.dinners.lunches.babies.friends.lipgloss.

they make it so much less terrible to be off the football field. out of my running shoes. on the edge of the ocean. propping my foot on the dock. staying inside more often. and stopping to rest.

sitting out is the hardest. 

but you guys have made it less so. 

and at night when my knee still screams sometimes...my frustration turns to:

thank you. thank you. thank you. 

I hope I do the same things for you.

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The best kind of problem is having to make way more postcard thank yous than you predicted.

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"Is this really that funny to you guys?"  - Scarlett, the blonde wonder dog who is never seen without her black eye liner.

please note her glorious hands.

and her sweet little heart.

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I've always been a little weird.

And what I mean by that is 

I've always done things that sound more awesome later... but at the time are slightly socially uncomfortable.

I'm certain that isn't even the right definition. 

of weird. 

But I learned as a child to do things differently. 

Because my dad would say- HEY. THATS COOL.

and then. I would realize. Yes. Yes it is.

SO. 

I have no idea still how I ended up making puppets. Except that I love to make things 

and then more than that love to make creatures. and then when you love theater. you just want to 

throw your creatures onto a stage. or in front of a camera. 

So theres the trajectory of my life until now. 

I have a graph of it somewhere. 

yeah. 

there it is:

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And. when you make creatures. they don't live forever. 

THE MAN WHO STEALS YOUR IDEAS 

was really a product of my concerns. and fear of failure.

 I was in an office job by day and making work for theater at night.

But I thought... WAIT. do I have something that I just felt compelled to make?. and have I done anything big lately. Something that's metaphorically big. or magical?

and then I just started sewing upholstery foam together in my den. in slight desperation to make sure I was still the artist I wanted to be.

At the same time I started thinking about heroes and villains. and the fact that some people are just amazing dream builders and life supporters and overall GOOD. people.

And then some people are the worst kind. they just only see roadblocks and they worry a lot. and steal. 

my friend/partner-in-sequins and I made peacock halloween costumes that won us 4 dinners in a row at a pizza place in Florida. and soon after there was a Barbie doll in our same exact Halloween get up. so we felt there was some sort of man out there stealing ideas from the poor. 

and making Barbie millions. out of it.

So. 

I made my big giant sculpture into The Man Who Steals Your Ideas.

He looks like this:

and although he was a villain. 

I still loved him because when he reached the ceiling of our den. I got my 1st art studio. 

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But there is a time for everything.

and knowing when that time is can be the worst/hardest.

(Not to be a nerd. but thats arguably George Washington's greatest contribution to the Presidency. 

I say that because I love to learn about the Presidents. It's just one of those facts you would know about me if you saw my coffee mug. or 1600 Pennsylvania Ave T Shirt . or collection of Presidents books. )

But Anyways. Knowing when to leave. or let go.

That's hard.

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I usually do love the villains in my life. 

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Because they are the reason I run. 

and don't walk.

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*cue lifeguard blowing their whistle.