Breakfast

homemade tomato soup with rice
toasted english muffin with grape jelly
toasted english muffin with fried egg and American cheese
orange juice. mm.

Family: A proclamation to the world

Church. 
trash duty.

I followed suite travelling around the building. I thought I was immune to stinky scents. I was wrong.  The mother's room was especially vial.  We only found one diaper but the stench lingers.  I glopped hand santizer on the trash can and some fixtures.  Mmm.  Bath and body works Sweet pea was a nice addition to the female motif. 
Sunset.

Brother-in-law and sister:

"Honey."
"Yes, fatso."

Sister:
"I only know how to put him asleep with milk!"

Only those close to you put their baby's boogers on your leg. 

January 19, 2011
I think I’ve proven to myself once again that candy is no longer my friend, or at least I can’t pretend that it ever was before. For the past 3-4 hours I’ve been doubled over with a sick stomach. Leave it Halloween taffy to cause indigestion. I was doing so well eating chocolates and pound cake the last few days. The sugar days are over. Btw: I heard mint relieves stomach pain. I am currently munching on candy canes. Fight candy with candy? 2 negatives are suppose to equal a positive, right?But really, I didn’t mean to begin writing about the negative correlation of increasing age and plummeting sweets affinity, I meant to write to begin cataloguing some creative activities I might have mulled around the day.
Today, it was muddied painting and photographing. A little play/work and more work and research on the internet.
The ultimate goal is to thrust myself in the art world. Whether I need to prepare through research or actually getting myself out there, I’d like to think I know what I am doing and it’s all just timing. Let it be. Let it be. Let it be.
I am still working on the 24 in x 18 in (length wise first, right?) sunset of Hawaii. The colors keep changing. The sky is fading hopefully back to white or some semblance of a clear clear day.
Music Remembered: Nelly Furtado, Ashlee Simpson, Book of Mormon, Pocahontas
Maybe one more painting and this one and I may be able to move to the next project.
I want my vacation or “pre-tirement” to be over.
What’s a girl to do when the demand for work is higher than I can perceive me actualizing? crack.Back to art:
Photographing. It was an overcast day most of the day. I jumped at the opportunity to take some pictures. Hopefully they came out all right because I would feign to have to take down all those paintings again. I see those paintings daily but when one is holding and transporting them, they seem like more of an abundance than a wall decoration.

I think it helped knowing that my battery was fully charged.

Candy canes are helping to ease my stomach pain. Hurray for the internet’s highway of information.
My glamorous Saturday night involved a tooth brush, cleaner, water and my 70’s linoleum bathroom floor.
No teeth were harmed in my cleaning investiture.

I discovered the subtle differences in the Standard, Portrait, Landscape and Neutral settings of my camera.
I still want to sell it...