Thursday, August 23, 2012

I Am Still Alive...Also I Am Not Pregnant...

As it turns out I am very bad at being consistent and posting decent things on the internet that are full of wholesome entertainment.  However I just got back from running and am practically oozing with awesomeness...obviously, I mean look how alluring I am:

*People with husbands (Sheree, Cool Katie) you may want to hide this photo because it is just so overpoweringly sexy...
I apologize for not posting...I'm going to do better.  In the mean time I will tell you that my brother and I have decided to start designing t-shirts.  He's the brains and I'm the brawn...errr...well yeah lets face it my muscles are WAYYYYY bigger than James's....

I mean look...

*Jame is the one in the T-shirt, the wookie is just our impartial judge*

So James is the brains and comes up with awesome ideas and then I and my muscles make those ideas a reality.  Here is one of them:
It's called "The Logic is Sound" and we think it's pretty sweet.  What do you guys think?  Would you wear a shirt with that on it?

Live Long and Prosper

-Jacqueline Moyar


  1. The fact that you put the t-shirt on your brother in the second drawing shows your genius. I wholeheartedly support this long as I get dibs on the awesome shirts you create.

  2. I love it!! You need to put the picture you drew for me on a shirt! That'll sell like hot cakes!
    p.s. if you are in utah... say ass three times.

  3. Beautiful. I want that shirt but I'm afraid the MTC would rip it off my back and tell me to get some decent Sister Missionary clothing.

  4. I feel like I deserve pants... or at least tube socks...

  5. I've been tormented by this for months, and I've finally come to the realization that the impartial 3rd party wookie ref. has, in his very declaration of your triumph, made you into the loser, raising me automatically to the position of winner!

    "For truly none hath ever lost if not (s)he who gets arm-pitted by a big, stinky wookie."

    -Lando Calrissian

    So there. Graduate from coledje, whoop-d-doo; get big muscles, whatev's. At least I've never sniffed a wookie's underarm.