Cat Portrait II (in color)
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My 9 yr. old daughter saw my sketch of Mr. Pickles laying on the desk and she decided it needed to be more “life-like”. So here’s her meow-sterpiece! *Ouch* lame joke alert.
Stupid freakin’ resolutions.
| My New Year resolutions.
1. Loose weight. 2. Loose my temper with my kids less. (This is the hardest one.) 3. Loose all of my stored up, well held onto anger. I know this won’t be easy. I love Taco Bell, but no more fast-food ever. I won’t stop with the kids or my husband. Loosing my temper with the children is easy, God knows they try me. It’s insane one of them will cuddle up to me for a hug, but turn right around and do something that she KNOWS will make me yell. I think my anger is my best friend. I spent of all yesterday saying goodbye to it. In the long run this resolution will be the hardest. Doing and being that goes against my anger. It’s so much easier to say ‘You know what, this person screwed me like this and that group of people hurt me like that, and now I’ll just stay in apartment watching Law and Order instead of living.’ I hate the way I look (I’m 10 sizes bigger than I was 4 years ago.) but every time my family disapoints me or angers me I reach for a snack. I think I’ll just go for a walk instead. |
Cat Portrait II
This is Shelly the cat, she has dermatitis but you can’t tell from this drawing. I did this from a model, not a picture. That’s why it’s half done… she um, ran away. Also unlike Mr. Pickles, Shelly doesn’t sit still for long periods of time. I think it’s the dermatitis, she’s always licking.
Cat Portrait
This is Mr. Pickles, he’s my sweet orange pussy (he’s been neutured) cat. This was done with him as the model, not from a picture.
My Sweet Ass sez Happy New Year
My husband and I rang in the New Year the right way… wink, wink. And I’m sure this fiesty gal woulda done the same.
The weather outside is frightful…
But these young lovers are delightful. I miss snow so much, I could cry. That snowman makes me wistful.
What the Heck am I stepping in??!!!
This lovely gal has a sticky predicament. Happy freaking Holidays.
Winter’s Cold Breathe
This is a portrait of the frost witch who lives under my bed. Every night she freezes my toes into ice cubes, I hate her.
Snowman
These are two pictures the first is drawn by my daughter and, the second is drawn by me. She is nine and she’s begining to show a great deal of potential.
Kick!
I know I said I’d post everyday but the Hellistmas Season is kicking my ass– exscuses, exscuses… oh, just shoot me.
