Desert Flowers

I painted these miniature cards months ago but never posted them… After looking through my box of cards (for something else) I found them and decided to list them on my etsy. Hopefully someone will love them and they wont have to sit alone in that dark box for much longer.

Frosty

This morning the cars where covered in frost. It took a while for me to get my car warmed up and I was a few minutes late to work. I am going to have to start leaving the house even earlier.

I had an interesting weekend. I got the apartment clean but I am still have trouble figuring out where that funky smell is coming from. I am pretty sure it is the stink emanating upward from the jerks down stairs. 

I have decided not to waste my time with usless, self absorbed people anymore. Been there, done that. I’m not going to repeat past mistakes. I deserve better than that.

Hero and I went to an apple orchard yesterday. We walked around, got lost in the corn maze (not really it was lame) and I almost got maimed by a chicken eating a corn cob near the exit. It was a big fat chicken, with pretty brownish orange feathers. I was just nervous that if we walked by it while it was eating that it would go all rabid hungry dog on us and peck our eyes out… Hero laughed at me and pushed me toward it. Boys are such jerks. I wanted to get a picture but it ran off. There were a few roosters strutting’ their stuff though.

I bought a bag of honey crisp apples. They are the best I’ve ever had! And Hero got some maple syrup and an apple pie he is going to freeze for Thankgsgiving. The pumpkins were kinda sad looking. Not sure if it was because they’ve had drooling babies crawl all over them while their idiot parents took picture all day or what, but we ending up purchasing two big pumpkins at the local grocery store instead.

Cheers to the freakin’ weekend

I got up early. I just couldn’t sleep anymore. Now I’m drinking coffee, blogging and catching up on facebook, google+ and twitter. I hate the middle of the month… the middle to the end. Work is slow at the office since I work on most of my ‘ish during the first part of the month. Being bored at work sucks donkey balls. Nothing worse than sitting in a windowless cube with no reception on your smart phone and big brother monitoring your Internet use. All day I dream about soap. Making soap and other bath + body products. I have started to gather my supplies again and I am about to crank out some soapy holiday gifts for friends and family. I can’t wait until next spring. I am soooo moving back to Northeast Minneapolis. I hate it here in South Minneapolis! its so far from my besty (the main reason I moved here) and the long drive to work is even longer. Also its kind of ghetto here. The neighbors are real asshats and they make the building smell gross. Plus there is no room for my creative projects. I swear if that duplex across the street from Hero’s house is available in March I am taking it! 3 rooms, large kitchen and a deck?! Hells yeah!!!! Plus, I’ll have someone make me dinner (best friend across the street) everyday and not just a few times a week! Score!

Corn hole

I made a set of Red and Blue Corn Hole Bags for a someone. I used some of the leftover peices to make this… thing.

The ArmzRace

I have read their blog and purchased their stuff and so should you!
And because I am a lazy shit and don’t feel like doing the right thing and creating a real blog entry summarizing who/what they are…. I just stole this info directly off their site. Enjoy!


WHAT IS THE ARMZRACE?

The ArmzRace is a semi-collaborative effort to produce comics, to learn, and to have a good time doing it.

Comics are fun to make, but sometimes making comics can be a daunting and lonely hobby. The ArmzRace community provides a group of like-minded people who are interested in creating comics and helping others to create comics. We’re all amateurs, but we’re working to produce the best comics we can.

ArmzRace members have a goal of producing “something” each month, typically a minimum of a one-page comic.

Members post their comics to the ArmzRace blog (and to their personal ArmzRace portfolios). The other members provide feedback, commentary, and critiques. Members also share tips and suggestions in the creative process via email and bulletin boards. And we all help one another to produce cool comics.

We’re always looking for people who’d like to join. Contact us if you are interested. Even if you just like to enjoy comics, but aren’t really looking to produce any yourself, we’d love to have your input.

Sister Sun

Sister Sun, her eyes burn me with her stare.
Her mouth flare words lighting fire to my dreams – burn it all away
Lazy Moon, run and hide when dawn breaks.
That Sun, she shines brighter than anything else could – She has a point to prove.
She is god and we are nothing to her.
Run away Lazy Moon, for you can never shine when she is present.

His Kiss

The softness of his lips is an alluring trap.

He closes in on her like a spider to a fly.

The coolness of his breath sets her mouth on fire.

Breathe him in deep filling her with pain.

He takes her breath and gives her sweet suffocation.

The taste of him is maddening.

That’s just super!

Just finished watching super hero cartoons at my besty’s house… I was suppose to spend the evening packing… I’m such a slacker.

pools of watery starlight

2am on a Saturday

His indifference is all consuming. He glances at her through sideways eyes. Pools of watery starlight welling over the dark spheres, that in his blissful euphoria he believed to be the gates of heaven, and for a fleeting moment he is almost sorry.

His concern is overwhelming. He looks at her with eyes that mirror her own. Pools of watery starlight welling over the dark spheres where once laughter danced and challenged the world to a duel, and for a moment he gives silence to her suffering.

This is the difference between ex-lovers and loving brothers.

um….

I have been working on making myself a new scarf. Yes that is my steering wheel in the background… I am on my lunch break and I would rather sit alone in my car than with those snooty old ladies in the office (actually I started after my not so good 6 month review. I am still bitter). I can’t stand when someone comes up to me and starts pawing my knitting. What gives them the right to touch my shit without asking?! I don’t know where your nasty hands have been! I’ve seen some of the ladies leave the restroom without stopping by the sink for some soap and water. GROSS!
I am so glad it is finally Friday.