Hugs for All

Dear Interwebz,
I know y'all have been waiting a long time for it. Okay, I know you haven't really, but I like to imagine you have because it's easier for me to stay motivated when I'm imagining hordes of cheering fans anxiously awaiting my next move. Anyway! Onward!

I made a new fairy. She is the Hug Fairy. I did her with watercolors, then scanned her into Photoshop and tweaked a couple of things. She had a long and arduous journey getting here, and she can't wait to give you a hug.

Thank YOU, Billy Blanks!

Today I did a session of Tae Bo, and Grendel tried to help. And by "help," I mean he ran tight circles around me while stepping on my toes and biting my butt. I suppose his help is somewhat helpful in that it encourages me to continue with my dorky workout videos until there is less butt for him to bite.
Note to self: it is neither prudent nor efficient to aerobicize with an unruly Neapolitan mastiff in the house.
Now I am freshly showered and pondering what to reflect on out of all the events of this spectacular exciting day. Uh... I beat my old score in the new game I downloaded on my Blackberry. And I came up with some new fairy sketches.
Today at work some builders came and extended the cubicles until they completely encroached upon my desk space. It's really annoying to answer the phone and know that the only thing the customer hears on the other end is "Thank you for calling DC PoweBRRRRRRRRRR! GGGGGGGGGGG! DDDDDDDDDDD! BRVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV!irect your call?" However, that minor inconvenience is rectified by the hilarity of listening to the construction workers give each other shit. I got to hear all about one of the workers' New Online Girlfriend.
Well, I'm gonna go draw some stuff. Thanks for listening, Internet.

Thoughts for Monday

Dear Blog,
I am tired of customers whining to me how they forgot their bags. I honestly do not give a rat's ass whether or not they brought their own bags.
I am tired of customers who get a cart and only use it to carry around a single banana and a pint of half-and-half. Then when they are finished paying, they leave the cart at the register for me to deal with, taking only the bag with their paltry two items which did not even justify having a whole entire cart.
I am tired of dialog boxes that pop up when you are right in the middle of tying in a field, and you don't notice right away, and the last six words you typed are lost in... I don't know? Where do those words go? Somewhere outside the universe in another dimension, there is a cache full of sentence fragments from people who were trying to finish a sentence right when their computers desperately needed them to know that it was  time to upgrade their software.
 Thanks for listening, Blog. Now here's a bunny.

Did you know that it is very difficult to draw with a touch pad?

How is it possible for anyone in this day and age to be bored?

Seriously. Whenever I hear someone complain about how bored they are, all I can think is, "How?"
There's always something to keep you busy. I have two jobs, a boyfriend, a portfolio to polish and submit to publishers, a line of greeting cards to develop, a website to maintain, Spanish to learn, and just the activities of day-to-day living in general. And that doesn't even include all the stuff I would do if I had time: roller derby, dance classes, writing group, stitch-n-bitch, being in a band, creating artwork to display in a gallery...
It just astounds me that while every single second of my life is scheduled and every single errand and activity must be squeezed and penciled in, there are people out there who cannot find enough things to occupy their time.  Who are these people? And can I borrow some of their time?
If you're bored, it's your own damn fault. That's all I'm saying.
Thanks for listening, Internet.

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