Betty Fuckin Crocker

So.  The dark Ones are Triple Chunk chocolate Muffins with frosting.  Yes.. Those are some Triple Chunks with a fucking cookie tower on the top. Frosting Mortar.  the ones on the end are Banana Nut with Chocolate dipped Nana Chips on them.  With a small Dollop of Butter cream frosting on it.  

The cookies are Reeses cup cookies, but they literally were the kind you dump out of a fridge pack and bake, so I'm not so proud of dems. 

Once again, I must be doing something wrong, because despite my attempts ate havin my photos properly edited, by the time I upload them here blogspot flips em all willynilly. 

Today I was betty fuckin Crocker.

I cooked like a mufucka today.  shit ton of cupcakes.  Caramel batter. Butter cream frosting.  Chocolate decor.

and second picha is my tasty soup.  Sausage, potatoes, Kale and a crap ton O tasty seasoning.

Georgia, Laundry, and the onion skin girl.

So there is something in Georgia.  I haven't quite figured it out yet.  Potential and madness and Chaos and love.. But it's roiling around in that nebulous concept of future.   There are spiderwebs and pathways that I can't quite seem to clear at the moment.  I have hope, but that hope is also tempered with the realization of cold factual reality.  Something that I previously chose to ignore earlier in life.

I feel bogged down a little bit. No time for myself. No time to breathe.  I suppose that's how it goes.  I told someone the other day "You just don't have enough time to have a mental breakdown. That might cut in on your too few precious hours of sleep, so you just put it off until tomorrow. "  I think that pretty much sums it up.

I am as fat as I have ever been.  I start to kick up my heels and dig into my chubbins, but then I loose steam after a week and fall back down. A few weeks later I  puff right up and chugga chugga on the Lose some fat train, but fall down again.  I think this week will be another steamy week of trying to not be supa fat.

Tonight Is going to be for me.  I'm finally going to post that picture of my happy onion skin stuffs, and I'm going to work on some more sketches right now.  I still have to finish my painting I started. I'm not even closed to finished, but I literally haven't had the time to engage in oils.

I want to be positive. Geared up and moving forward.  Coal in my potbellied stove. I WILL be persistent.  Some one send me inspiration, or an epiphany please.

I need the 20th to be here now. 

Onion skin

I've fallen in love again.  Reignited I suppose, my love for onion skin paper.  More than just for tracing you comic nerds.  The texture and non-porous nature of the stuff makes for some beautiful and fun effects and art.
I will post something here very soon.

I miss you wittle blog.

Beardies are getting bigger, almost time for this crop of lil lizards to get the hell out and find some new homes. YAY.

We will also talk about Georgia at a different time.  yes.  But it's there.

Goodbye dear bloggie... I will meet with you again soon.