Doctor and Consultant

The idea of a super hero has always fascinated me. I have always wondered if it is human nature to create entities that resemble the human figure but are capable of far more than a normal human. Is it because we don’t feel as though we are special enough? Is it because our lives become a dull routine and we need an escape through a mythical figure? I must say, I find myself wishing that I could be more of this or more of that, and day dreaming that I could amplify some part of me and become something better. Upon examining this fantasy, I realize that my wishes are purely selfish and I probably wouldn’t even use my “super powers” for the greater good of the planet. If a person had an amplified personality trait, or ability, is it their responsibility to use it for the greater good of humanity? I guess that whole “with great power comes great responsibility” thing comes into play.

But none of what I just wrote has anything to do with these drawings I did. I just made Grete and I into Super Heroes.

The Consultant:
Super Powers: Patiently Listening
Born: Salt Lake City, Utah, United States
Arch Nemeses: Nega Consultant and anxiety
Info:

• Goes hours without talking, sometimes days.
• Has been known to put dead creatures in the freezer.
• Once kept a freshly dead bird to see how long rigamortis takes to set in for a sparrow. (20 minutes. And she still has it.) 
• Decorates with dead things.

The Doctor:
Super Powers: Resilience (both emotionally and physically) & wicked cooking skillz
Born: Butzbach, Hessen, Germany
Arch Nemeses: Lies/Liars
Info:

• Great with the men folk.
• Has a military family
• Writer
• Deals with The Consultant’s weird shenanigans and doesn’t ask questions.

(I just enhanced one thing that we like best about ourselves. I like that I am a good listener, and that people are comfortable talking to me about anything, and knowing that I will not pass judgment or criticize. Grete likes that she is so resilient. She likes that she will not give up on something or someone –she gives her whole self to that something or someone.)

Couch Bonding

Grete and I have gotten into the routine of watching Supernatural before we go to bed each night. I have seen them all  (don't judge me, BYU was a difficult time for me!) so I usually cross stitch, read, or stuff my face hole with massive quantities of food. Grete and I have affectionately called this time "Couch Bonding." Since Couch Bonding began I have started to draw what we now call Couch Comics. The couch is the protagonist in the comics and the antagonist is clearly Pipsy. The couch has two companions - with the occasional visit from Tyler - and the comics illustrate Couch and Companions adventures.

Beware: Cat (true story)

Take Me to the Fair!

Grete and I went to Lynden for the annual fair. (more like I forced Grete to go with me on pain of breaking my little heart.) I went around touching all the 4H animals and chattering away about this type of cow and that type of horse, Grete kindly put up with  my incessant talking, random animal facts and squeals of delight.

We ate Gyros and split a MooWich (cookie-icecream sandwich. Both homemade. Heavenly.)

Grete and I are very similar in a lot of ways, but there is one particular personality trait were we differ:

 

 The highlight of my evening was riding a camel. Just in case you didn't read that last part for some reason: I RODE A FREAKING CAMEL.

I was so stinking excited! I have ridden a horse, elephant, a calf, a sheep and now a camel. (next on the list is to ride an ostrich - but I may have to loose 50 pounds before I do.) You should have seen how excited I was to ride that weird quadruped. I waved my ticket in the air using my loud whispering voice to sing "I've got a golden ticket!" (though my ticket was, in fact, blue.) I stood in line behind two girls about 6 and 8 years old. Behind me were two more girls about 5 and 7. And behind them were a couple more kids under the age of 9. I felt a little out of place, but it didn't matter because I was going to ride a freaking camel.

Grete and I took a gander at the random collection of collections on display. (why. why would this be at a fair. just....why.) I checked out a collection of My Little Ponies, and Grete was looking at some Star Wars collections. And then this happened.

We chose to leave soon after this indecent. I guess we were discussing the matter of destroying the child with the force a little loud because the woman at the gate said, "Time for bed." At first I thought she meant it was time for herself to go to bed, but as the small talk went on, I realized she meant it was time for us to go to bed. 

(sorry about the poorly done drawings. I was feeling lazy.)

I don't even know...

In this post, I will cover:

• What it is like to date yourself
• What it is like with a jealous boyfriend
• And why well groomed beards are always a yes

(The fellow I have cast as my Man Friend in the following comics is a combo of all my past boyfriends into one fictional character.)

Dating a guy who is pretty much a male version of yourself is like dating a Wes Anderson film:

(I have no idea what happened to his legs.)


Up Next: The Jealous Boyfriend!

(sorry for the crappy drawings)

And last, The Bearded Babe:

That is all.