So, it's been four days off of my part-time work. Yes I had to get a part-time job because the decorative painting business has been slow. So I decide to start up these drawing/painting classes. Then out of the blue I got four calls yesturday. Figures. But, it's o.k. I'd rather be busy than not. I'm excited to get back into painting rooms again. Lettering seems to still be hot. No matter what age. What kid doesn't want to see their name big on a wall. O.k. probably not my youngest. He is still bugging me about getting rid of the dinosaurs (they are not cool anymore at the age of 11). Him and his brother want skateboarders. One of these days.
Anyways this part-time job is kicking my hiney. It's wiping me out in the afternoon. Who knew that a cafeteria worker could work so hard. I'm in the washroom and that is all I do for four hours straigtht is wash dishes. UGH! But I need the steady money...for now. I'm hoping the painting will take off again. My etsy shop will really take off (once I can get prints made) and even the art classes. Oh by the way if you are looking into the Tuesday class that now won't be getting started until March. Have a commitment with The Butter Bean Market in Huntersville to do art classes with them on Tuesday for the month of Febraury. Yeah! So, here it is again at midnight can't sleep because I come home and take a nap like my grandparents from work in the morning and then I can't sleep at night. Boy you would think I had mono or something like that. I'm so mixed up in my days. Oh another note: I have crohn's for those that don't know me. And all the physical work I do at the part-time job I have is really hard on my joints. I keep saying I have to get back into running (I've had a week off) and it's the truth, running help me get that energy I need and beside I start hurting other places then I forget about my crohn's and my hand joints. I know it doesn't make sense, but if you knew me...what does make sense that I ever say.
Well - going to finish another painting. Birds...green on this canvas sheet. I LOVE IT! More flexible than on the canvas/boards. I don't know why I never used these sheets before. And I can sell them cheaper too. Yes...on etsy!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Tuesday's Entry
I see most artist writing blogs about their work or just daily stuff. I keep meaning to do the same, but I keep stopping myself because I'm not sure what to write about.
So...here I go. Today is the second day without school, God save the children. My boys are precious but today is the last day of you're cute. Now they are just rowdy boys. Trying to get them to sleep after having four days of no school seems impossible. I keep having to yell upstairs, "Don't make me come up there!" My youngest says..."But we want you to" - well that didn't work out like I had hoped. They are still strung out on pop, cookies and no schedule...too much freedom for the little ones. Although they aren't really little anymore. 12 and 11, 13 months apart. Everyone thinks they are twins. I don't even think they look anything alike. Others do. My daughter, she is 16 going on, mom your not my friends and you bother me. Teenagers...now I know why some animals eat their young. Some days I get the fire going and the seasoning...just give me a reason.
Well today is going to be a short entry, because the boys just won't go to sleep and it's way past bed time. Duck tape here I come. Understand I'm a professional with duck tape, please don't try this at home.
Ta-ta for now!
So...here I go. Today is the second day without school, God save the children. My boys are precious but today is the last day of you're cute. Now they are just rowdy boys. Trying to get them to sleep after having four days of no school seems impossible. I keep having to yell upstairs, "Don't make me come up there!" My youngest says..."But we want you to" - well that didn't work out like I had hoped. They are still strung out on pop, cookies and no schedule...too much freedom for the little ones. Although they aren't really little anymore. 12 and 11, 13 months apart. Everyone thinks they are twins. I don't even think they look anything alike. Others do. My daughter, she is 16 going on, mom your not my friends and you bother me. Teenagers...now I know why some animals eat their young. Some days I get the fire going and the seasoning...just give me a reason.
Well today is going to be a short entry, because the boys just won't go to sleep and it's way past bed time. Duck tape here I come. Understand I'm a professional with duck tape, please don't try this at home.
Ta-ta for now!
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