I’m painting this evening, and enjoying myself. I brought the laptop down because I have so much good music on there, and I like to hit shuffle. Sometimes it’s a little shocking though, because I’ll hear a long stream of chill music then all of a sudden DMX's "It's All Good" (“Love my N*ggas, but where’s my B*tches?......”) starts blaring out of the speakers. It messes with the mood. Oh well, that’s what I get for being eclectic. One thing I’ve never thought about at length until about two minutes ago, is that I have some music from some of my exes in there too. (Hence the voice in my head that says “I’ll never date another musician again.”) The thing is, is that their music doesn’t suck, they do. I still keep the music because I like it, and if the mood fits, I'll listen. I have to add too, that there’s only one thing worse than dating a musician, and that’s dating a crappy musician. Done that too. Or you could say, there's only one thing worse than a crappy boyfriend and that's a crappy musician boyfriend. “Yeah that’s great sweetie (what she really means is…“Step away from the guitar.”) Along with the whole mood changing dynamic is also this whole other world of 'ex-boyfriend mood changing dynamic', which often comes equipped with a HUGE eye rolling, and an immediate- Next! Sometimes I can't get to that button fast enough; cause not only do you hear them, you smell the Jack Daniels on their breath, and see that annoying greasy lock of hair that hangs over their eye. Lovely. Just thought I’d share. HaHa

Here's my mural, not bad for a beginner if I say so myself. :)

Political Highschool

This is real mature....

Iran's now having a Holocaust cartoon contest. They claim they are exploring free speech. Ha! It's a petty retaliation for something that is petty in the first place. Just cartoons people, just cartoons.

So, Friday I had to leave the mural class early to get ready to go to this big birthday shindig we planned for Shiloh. (Which was awesome! Comedy show and Salsa dancing woo hoo!) I didn’t make the deadline that the other ladies did, but I could get away with it since the studio is in my basement. I’ve since taken advantage of being able to work at my own pace, and I’m not quite finished with the mural. Tomorrow morning I’ll be done. I am pretty pleased with what I accomplished, I have more talent than I was aware of. I can’t wait to start another! I’ve also found how completely soothing and peaceful it is to paint and listen to music. I could spend all day everyday in that studio; and hopefully with my new skills, I will get to spend more time in the studio with my mom. If you can make money off of painting I say cheers to that! (I'll post the finished product tomorrow.)

I talked to the most special wee man in the world today, my birth son. He’s three, and his attention span attests to that, so I didn’t get to talk to him much between his stints of showing off (and his mom saying “She can’t see you being silly”). When I did get to talk to him he had just gulped down a bunch of juice and told me he had the hiccups, and then exclaimed to me “I’m big now!” It’s been a year since I’ve seen him, and I’m completely surprised that he thought to tell me that. His vocabulary has grown so much since then. It’s so cute! Tiny, high-pitched voice with an Irish accent. It totally made my day!!

Painting rocks!