Not reposted, for once.
I'm officially a member of the UAW now. Buy American, everyone.
About 2 years ago I started doodling, then, several months later, I got a huge beautiful frame on clearance, and I decided my doodle would go well in it. Now, about 2 years later, I've nearly finished the drawing and the threat of actually having to paint it has begun to hang over my head.
Urgh. Painting.
(Pretty similar, really.)
I've also been rewriting a book I started 3 or 4 years ago, because I wrote it in a fever, got to the climax, realized I didn't know what it was, and stopped writing. Now I know a little better about it and may even finish the bastard.
New job, doing art, loving girlfriend, fuzzy dog.
Also, coffee!
It's gorgeous outside, we've had several days with the heater off and the windows open, which is exciting. However, I got a sunburn in March (which is now peeling), which is distinctly Wrong.
Like this, only fatter, and on my shoulders.
DI made me an Art of us, it's hanging on the wall and every day we put something new up, I get a little happier. And there's still plenty of wall to hang things on. We're going to start doing something with the basement, It's bare concrete right now, and I think the plan is to get some area rugs and throw them down there, move the treadmill down, and most of the art supplies. The lighting isn't as good, but it's a lot more comfortable to paint when you're not worrying about dripping on the hardwood floors or new carpeting upstairs.
There's also a hand-made standing desk coming my way, which will rock my socks off.
But with no chair.
We're going to be throwing a Very Potter Musical/Sequel party soon. Tell your friends. DI and I watched them together when we first started going out and so, lots of happiness associated.
We also got wrangled into throwing a Lia Sophia party. You know, overpriced jewelry? We agreed to do it the 3rd Sunday in May, to accommodate my work schedule. We were told (having not had a calendar on hand when we picked the date) that it would be the 17th. Come to find out it's the 20th, our one year anniversary. I'm going to do a theme party, with champagne and roses and see if I can't pressure a few people into buying us things.
...Unless you're made of gold and silver.
The Ergonomics Guy came around at work on Saturday. He said new people should get a racquet ball and practice squeezing it 20 times in each hand for half an hour. He says that's what most of us will be doing all day at work anyway, so we might as well get used to it. So now I'm sitting at my computer, playing Sims 3 and squeezing a ball. Ranger is very interested, as his opinion is that all balls are belong to him.
As you can see, I've got my Sexy Hair on.
I think that's enough for now, don't you? I could go on about 'Oh, we did a puzzle' and 'we watched a lot of Ally McBeal and those people are drama queens' and 'I have a splinter on the ball of my foot', but what interest could that offer?
Here are some boobs.
About 2 years ago I started doodling, then, several months later, I got a huge beautiful frame on clearance, and I decided my doodle would go well in it. Now, about 2 years later, I've nearly finished the drawing and the threat of actually having to paint it has begun to hang over my head.
Urgh. Painting.
(Pretty similar, really.)
I've also been rewriting a book I started 3 or 4 years ago, because I wrote it in a fever, got to the climax, realized I didn't know what it was, and stopped writing. Now I know a little better about it and may even finish the bastard.
New job, doing art, loving girlfriend, fuzzy dog.
Also, coffee!
It's gorgeous outside, we've had several days with the heater off and the windows open, which is exciting. However, I got a sunburn in March (which is now peeling), which is distinctly Wrong.
Like this, only fatter, and on my shoulders.
DI made me an Art of us, it's hanging on the wall and every day we put something new up, I get a little happier. And there's still plenty of wall to hang things on. We're going to start doing something with the basement, It's bare concrete right now, and I think the plan is to get some area rugs and throw them down there, move the treadmill down, and most of the art supplies. The lighting isn't as good, but it's a lot more comfortable to paint when you're not worrying about dripping on the hardwood floors or new carpeting upstairs.
There's also a hand-made standing desk coming my way, which will rock my socks off.
But with no chair.
We're going to be throwing a Very Potter Musical/Sequel party soon. Tell your friends. DI and I watched them together when we first started going out and so, lots of happiness associated.
We also got wrangled into throwing a Lia Sophia party. You know, overpriced jewelry? We agreed to do it the 3rd Sunday in May, to accommodate my work schedule. We were told (having not had a calendar on hand when we picked the date) that it would be the 17th. Come to find out it's the 20th, our one year anniversary. I'm going to do a theme party, with champagne and roses and see if I can't pressure a few people into buying us things.
...Unless you're made of gold and silver.
The Ergonomics Guy came around at work on Saturday. He said new people should get a racquet ball and practice squeezing it 20 times in each hand for half an hour. He says that's what most of us will be doing all day at work anyway, so we might as well get used to it. So now I'm sitting at my computer, playing Sims 3 and squeezing a ball. Ranger is very interested, as his opinion is that all balls are belong to him.
As you can see, I've got my Sexy Hair on.
I think that's enough for now, don't you? I could go on about 'Oh, we did a puzzle' and 'we watched a lot of Ally McBeal and those people are drama queens' and 'I have a splinter on the ball of my foot', but what interest could that offer?
Here are some boobs.