Bird invasion

It's been a good week. Yesterday I hung around after work and played with photoshop again. Guess what? Mike Patton now has two lovebirds, look!



Hehehe... Yea.

So I'm feeling like I need a change in the job situation because I'm almost at my five year mark at this company. When the asshole (ex-boss) left last January, I thought I'd stick around and see what would happen. The year flew and here I am. I think it's about time for me to move on. I have to start looking at other options because I know that I can't stay here much longer. I do not like the industry I'm in. I never have. I just put up with it because I needed to learn and get some tenure at a company. Now I've reached my goal of five years and it's time to start looking. I need more people around, a more interesting industry and more benefits. Actually, SOME benefits would be nice. I like small companies, but this place is TOO small. Most of all, I'm really ready for a CHANGE.

One step at a time...I can do this.

Afraid of Change

In case you haven't noticed, I seem to be in a sort of rut lately. Granted, I just got married, I'm working on my art more, doing more at work and living in a different place than I was a year ago, but... I'm in a rut. It's time for a big change and I think it needs to happen with my career path. I guess it takes someone telling you that you're basically wasting your time, that you're being taken advantage of and not getting paid what you're worth. Not only is that humbling, it's also quite depressing.

Now I feel like I've been settling, that I haven't moved on because I am afraid of it. There is so much out there that I'm not even aware of because I've been resting my laurels at this place. I am afraid that I'm not good enough, that I can't take the stress... All excuses.

But I guess on the other hand, I AM happy with where I'm at. I can handle what I do on a daily basis, without extreme stress. Yes, sometimes it's boring, but not all the time. Still, my gut is telling me the free ride is over, that it's really time to move on. I've been pushing the feeling aside and it's time to really examine my options. As scary as it seems, I have to push aside my stupid, anxious fears and get a resume together. A brand-spankin' new resume...put it out there. It can't hurt to put out some feelers. I don't have to settle for less. I will be worth more, eventually.

For now I can tell myself I'm doing fine. Life is not about having things, about being important. I'm doing the best that I want to do right now. It's up to me to move on.

The Definition of Friendly...

...is liking people, not wanting people to like you.

Don't Judge.

Don't Expect.

Do be real.

Stop complaining and DO something about it!

I went to the pet store last Thursday to get Rosie some crickets and happened to start a conversation with a nice woman about what we feed our cats. That lead to talking about our love of animals in general and me saying I also love to draw animals and to draw in general. Next thing ya know, the lady introduced herself and invited me to come by the book store she works at sometime. She said there are lots of friendly artists and animal lovers that hang out there and at the coffee shop in the front. The store happens to be only a few blocks from where I work, so I decided to visit it on Friday night.

I'm SO glad I did! The lady (Lily) made me feel very welcomed and introduced me to some of the "regulars". The book store was awesome, carrying lots of rare books and gifts. After looking around the store for a bit I decided get a smoothie from the coffee shop, sit down and draw at one of the cozy little tables. Before long I was talking to the regulars, drawing and relaxing. It was a great social exercise and I'm going to do it much more often. It's just that easy! AND I got a drawing that I've been dreading done. Well, not all done, but sketched. It's turning out perfect! I'll be sure to post it when I'm done.

The weekend was nice and lazy. I got nothing else done. Well, except for spending WAY too much money at the bird store on Saturday night. Ron had to go to one of his far away storage units and there happens to be a cool bird store nearby. I asked him to drop me there while he got the things he needed from storage. I didn't want him there 'rushing' me. Well...maybe I should have had him stay! I was like, "OH, they need this toy and that toy and this food and that cozy house..." I got them another hanging "boingy" rope toy so that we could hang it from a hook across the livingroom from their cages. I made it into a hanging play gym with lots of toys so they can fly back and forth. Now they've got three "stations" for when they're out...the playgym on top of their cages, the baskets in front of the window in the kitchen and the boingy above the fish tank. Spoiled much? Naaahhh!!

Okay, well I'm off to finish up for the day. Boss is back and things are rollin'. Later!

And then I wrote an email...

And told him EVERYTHING I feel, AGAIN. It always feels good to get it out. Then we talked like adults. And he explained everything he feels. And just like that, we are 'municatin'. Emotional turmoil is over. Until I decide to freak out again. I will try to be more aware of this as it's coming on. Be rational about it. Stop mulling the same bullshit over in my head until I have no choice but to spew it all over the damn place. I will save the email I sent him in case I've gotta use it again. We WILL continue to move FORWARD.

I finally got Sirius

And it's WONDERFUL!!!! My brother helped me install it (well, he did the whole thing, actually) in my car last night. Ahhh...now I never have to scream and turn the channel when the foo fuckers or red hot chili faggots come on 'cause I've got so many options it's rediculous! I'm so glad I finally did it. I can even listen to it on the internet! I will never want for a different mix of music again.

Well, that's about all I'm happy about for now. I had another bad day yesterday. My emotions took over again. I got all carried away with my lonliness. Yep, Ron's back to nights. I'm terrible at masking the fact that I'm VERY PISSED about that.

*rrrrrriiiiiiiiiiing*
*click*

Ron ~ "Hi honey, whatcha doin'?

Bitchy me ~ "Sitting here watching Two and a Half Men...ALONE. AGAIN." *ssssssssssiiiiiiggggghhhhhhh*

Must. Stop. Feeling...sorrrrrry for my...selfff... This isn't going to go on forever, right? I have plenty of things to do, people to see...then why don't I feel like doing it? It's just the big let down. It'll pass and I'll go on with life like I always do. I just wish Ron would try to be more understanding when I need it. I know all about tough love and grin and bear it but, FUCK...it WOULD be nice to get some support when you're down. Even if there is nothing that can be done. Just a few nice words without attitude. Maybe an I don't blame you. Or maybe I didn't hear that part because I was too busy whining and bitching about the inevitable.

*sssssssssssssssssssssssssssiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*

And Myspace. Don't get me started on that lame shit. If I don't stop getting insulted by people who don't have common courtesy I'm going to have a fucking aneurism. It's not common courtesty they lack, it's TIME. Stop stop STOP expecting! I was doing so well with that after I dropped Whoreface. I actually looked up her stupid name, 'I rock these red chucks' the other day and it didn't come up. Hmmmm...so I went to a picture she'd left a comment on and saw that there is now a TM at the end of her name. I guess I knew it was coming. She is now one of the OFFICIAL whores of Myspace. She must be so proud. No, I didn't go to her page because I just can't take it anymore. Fuck her. Oh wait, everyone already is! Gawd though, you should see the horrible blog I wrote there yesterday. Another rant about hating people. But saying I hate people only denotes how much I hate myself. I think. I don't even fucking know anymore.

I wish Ron read this damn thing. Then he might be able to understand me more. Ah, but he's a man and has NO INTEREST in learning how to deal with my emotions. No no, that's way too much WORK for him. Heaven's to Betsy, why on EARTH would he do something so demanding as READING? It's all emotional blather to him and he's doing a great job making it clear that that's just what he thinks. But he tries. He does. Then he doesn't see that I'm trying, too. Boy, the first year of marriage is GREAT.

Yea, guess who I just got a call from... Mmmm-hmmm, cover it up and say you're happy honey. I appreciate your honesty. Yup, I'm a big pain in the ass. Thanks.

I'd better stop. I'm getting no where.

It's OH-ATE

HI 2008. Happy New Year. It's been good so far. These four days. I hope to continue this trend of lovlies. And it's raining. I'm shitting rainbows over here 'cause I just LOVES the rain!

Hmmm...news... We saw Devin yesterday! One day is all we had, but it was fun. So great to see the guy, he's so full of fun energy. Gawd, I think that's it for now. I've been a lurker lately. Not in too much of a mood to write on here.

I'm looking forward to the new year. Settling in and living life. Yea. I need to get out more, too. Maybe I'll finally volunteer at a parrot rescue or something so's I can meet new people. As much as I hate people, I sure do like to meet new ones. Especially ones that hate people as much as I do. And when I say people, I mean stupid people. I'm trying not to focus on it, I really am. I'm gonna go have some soup now.

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Pet portraits

This is Glory in all her...Glory. I drawd a pet portrait. I luvs African Greys. They's so perrrdy.

So far so good...

This entry brought to you by Cuteoverload.com with 'Catsterbation'...

Welp, 2007 is coming to a great close. Yes, it is the last week of the year! I had a wonderful Christmas and am looking forward to a fun New Year's Eve...whatever we end up doing. Apparently, our lil' 'ol pal Devin (dude we visited in China a few years back) is coming in that day. Haven't seen him in almost two years.

Other than the fact I'm working this week, not much is going on. Well, not much of interest/I feel like writing about. Of course I SO WISH I was on VACATION. But it's not to be. I'm hoping to take a week off sometime early in the new year. Maybe Ron can take some time off with me. HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAA!!!! Right. At least I hope he can attach a day or two onto a weekend so we can take our road trip up to San Francisco. I miss it up there and Ron has never been... We must go soon.

Soon, I tell you. SOOOOOOOOOOoooon!

And then we have this, a nice follow up to the link I posted to "Dooce" the other day. This was written by her lovely husband in regard to living with a depressed person.

"Get Help...
To the people out there who denigrate mental health awareness and treatment, I say this: You aren’t helping. You are making it worse. Stop being an arrogant know-it-all. You aren’t right. You are wrong. If someone tells you they need help, your opinion means less than that of professionals. Stop being ignorant. Stop being obstinate. Stop insisting that your loved one, partner, child or co-worker “get over it”. They won’t get over it until you let it go and encourage them to seek help. There are many different approaches and ways to treat mental diseases and conditions. The first step is letting go. You could probably use some time talking it out yourself.

As with anything in relationships, it's an ongoing thing, Ron and I dealing with our respective issues. This blurb here might come in handy some day soon.

That's it for the report on my ever-fascintating life. I probably won't be back 'til the new year, that is, unless something reportable happens.

Later!

A wonderful post about depression and anxiety...

Thank you, Dooce, for yet another beautiful post on this subject. Sure, it would be great to be able to get off the stuff, but it's been working for me so why stop a good thing? I know that I suffer from chronic anxiety and have been for a looooooong time. As far back as I can remember, I've always been a worrier. It's nice to have to edge taken off that worry, to have the gut of despair subside. Tell me I'm a pussy and I should buck up and deal all you want. Fuck you, I am not weak. I KNOW what my problem is and I did something about it!

And it's a 180!

Caused by communication. Yes, Ron and I actually communicated again this weekend. Things aren't as bleak as I made them sound a couple of days ago. Why on earth should they be? Life goes on!

We had a wonderful weekend. Turns out Ron got to spend it with me! He called me Friday afternoon to tell me that they weren't going to start the big project until this morning and that it's 10 hour days (6 a.m. ~ 4:30 p.m.) instead of 12 to 16 hours. So he got to go to BOTH parties with me on Saturday. We had a great time, too. Except I'm such a party pooper and I got so tired at Lisa's birthday party. I still made it 'til 11:30 though! Shit, what a pussy I am now... Anyway, it all turned out fine. He got to be social with me AND we get to spend the next several evenings together! That's what I get for having my little hissy fit, huh. I guess so.

Have I mentioned that I have the sweested mother-in-law EVER? She came to our annual Christmas party on Saturday, also. It was the first one for her as part of the family. Let me start off by saying that she and Ron are very thankful because they never really experienced what it's like to be part of a large, close family. Granted, it does take some getting used to but Ron is doing so well. So MIL pulled me aside and said she had something special for me. She then handed me a locket that was her mothers (the one in Alaska that just passed). It's lovely, gold with preserved forget me nots (the Alaskan state flower) embedded on the front. She told me to open it and inside were tiny pictures from our wedding, one of Ron and I and the other of my parents. I know... AAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwaaaawwwwwww!!!!! I almost died of feelings. Overwhelming, swirly heart feelings. I had tears in my eyes as I thanked her profusely. The proud look on her face was priceless. It was just...special. OKAY?!

Man, what a turnaround from last week. I'm going to survive after all. And I got all my Christmas shopping done with Melanie yesterday! Now I can't wait 'til Christmas! Amazing, isn't it?

So now it's time to send out the Christmas cards for work. Here's the final product...



Awww. Okay...later!

I told you

Here he is. He looks a little perturbed and I can't say I blame him. You see, no one gives a shit anymore. That makes me sad, too.

Lonely

When people ask me how married life is, I'm tempted to say, "Very lonely". Ron's schedule continues to suck ass. He hasn't worked days since February. I come home to an empty house every night. It's getting really REALLY old. I'm a newlywed for chrissakes! I miss my damn husband! Yes, we have the weekends but...that's not enough. I want to be able to come home and eat dinner with my husband.

To make matters worse, he has been chosen to finish up a project, along with one other guy, for the next 15 days or so. Starting this Saturday, yes, THIS SATURDAY, the Saturday of our big annual family Christmas party, the first one since we've gotten married, he must start working 12 to 16 hour days so that they can finish up this school before the stupid kids come back from the holidays. So, not only can't he come to the party, he's gonna be working working working working for days on end. Isn't it GREAT being low man on the totem pole, honey? Is it MY fault you're starting your third new career? And this fabulous schedule is gonna put him in a WONDERFUL mood, too! I can't WAIT. If I think he's always tired now, just WAIT 'til he has to get up at five! He's gonna have NO time to help me finish shopping, NO time to help around the house and NO TIME for me. Yay! But he'll make lots of money! Lots of money not to go toward savings, no...no no...it's gonna go toward his school loan debt! Woopie! I know that's a good thing, though. He's been doing very well as far as paying off his debts. That's really not his fault. Really...

Yea, I'm being a total, horrible brat right now. It's THE long overdue rant. Typical. And being a tad bit...sarcastic? Maybe? I'm just getting SOOOooo fucking tired of this. I hate talking on the phone and that's all we do. I can't stay awake until he gets home. He's an asshole in the morning, if he's awake, and so am I. Well, I turn into an asshole when he starts picking on shit I do, stupid shit, like not closing the shower door all the way so the cat can't get in. I don't know how many times I have to tell him not to FUCK WITH ME IN THE MORNING. So fucking WHAT if the indoor cat wants to hang out in the fucking bathtub?! If you accidentally turn the water on his ass, he'll learn a lesson, won't he? WHY does that matter?? Better not be too noisy or I'll wake sleeping beauty, who doesn't have to get up for another fucking four hours. And if ANYTHING goes missing, I'd better have my story straight. You know, 'cause it's MY fault. I'm the fogetful dorkus who always loses shit and can't do anything right the first time.

No, I'm not bitter at all! Why do you ask? Alright, I'd better be good. Baby Jesus is coming. Bye bye.

cRoOkEd

Mmmm-hmmm...that first picture down there shows my beautiful, crooked glasses. I really need to stop by the eye place and get the damn things straightened out. It's starting to look like one of my ears is sliding off my face. Kay. That's it for now. Stay tuned for Baby Jesus!

I did it again...

This is my new haircut. No, my NEW new haircut. I did it myself...again. It took me three days, but I got it right! I took my time and made sure that everything was even. I still can't believe how well it turned out.

Ya see, I went for a haircut about a month ago. The lady I go to is good, but unfortunately, not as good as the arrogant asshole I used to go to. He knew curly hair, she does not. Plus, she refuses to 'cut' my hair. She's one of those who is afraid to cut it too short. I went with her style for a few weeks before I decided that I really wanted it short. Like...SHORT short. Especially since I did that chop job last month and ended up with parts that were too short to put in a ponytail anyway. I'd told her that I still wanted to be able to put it up and that's probably what held her back. Then I went to put it up in a ponytail last week 'cause it looked like shit and all these little peices kept falling down on the sides. So I went home and finished the job. Sorta. I did a little on Tuesday, a little more on Wednesday and then finished it Friday night...before a Christmas party no less!

I showed up at Melanies before we went to the party. She was sitting at her computer and the look on her face when she looked up at me was priceless! She was so surprised!

She was all, "OH my God, Julie, your hair looks GREAT!"

And of course I'm all, "Thank you! You're not gonna believe this but I did it myself!"

And she's all, "OH MY GAWD!" and I'm all, "Yea man!" and she's all...

Well, you get the point...

I guess I was just bored with long hair altogether. And I look so cute with it all short and framing my face! I can't wait to surprise everyone with my adorableness (yes, that's a word) at the family Christmas party this coming Saturday. Woowee!

Okay, I've got lots to do again. Later!

Web comics

That first one says it all... These are some of my favorites from Natalie Dee. She is hilarious. I love to see her site doing so well, her sense of humor is beautiful. Go check it out, it's listed over there in the sites I visit on the upper right---->

It's been awhile since I checked out her drawing archives. Glad I did this morning, I needed that...

Harpy Hawlidars

Whuh...whut...whut day is it? DECEMBER 3RD???? HOLY SHIT! I've been in a coma for almost two weeks! I gotta get my shopping done! I gotta bake and buy hams and shit! OH MY GAWD!!!



Hehehehe... Me? Stressed about the holidays? Not this year! Really, I'm not. I'm so relaxed I can't believe it. This year I'm going to have FUN! It's our first Christmas as a married couple, among all the other things I have to be thankful for.



I haven't been in a coma, but I have been quite busy. Both at work and at home. I don't feel like writing about what I've been busy doing because it's nothing spectacular. I've been driving, jogging, relaxing, cleaning, drawing and getting up to do it all over again and again and again. Yay. My life is infinitely fascinating, I know.



And speaking of drawing, I was gonna post the latest finished, inked drawing...







This, and one other of my finished drawings have now been sent to the wonderful lady who is going to bring them to life with color. I'm so excited to see my drawings after they've been colored by her. She is as talented with color as I am with lines.



Hmmm...what else is happenin'...



Oh yea, Ron and I went to a really bad metal show the Friday after Thanksgiving. It was at this show, amongst the usual riff-raff dressed in black with various piercings, that we decided we'd had enough of this shit. Well, Ron anyway, since he's the one who's been going to these types of shows, and many others, since before I got my period.



This particular band, called 'Down', started out as a side project of Pantera singer Phil Anselmo. Let me start off by saying I'm not a huge fan of metal. Sure, there's plenty of metal I really love and/or appreciate, but the lot of it is like a drill to my skull. So I guess this little baby of Phil's is growing. The guitarist Pepper Keenan, from another successful metal band called Corrosion of Conformity, (another of Ron's faves) is also in the band...so it's no wonder they've taken off some. I figure the fan base combines followers from the other successful bands, plus a bunch of retarded young folk who have no idea that it's all been done before. Their particular brand of trash is called 'Southern Metal'. 'Kay, whatever you say, man. Sounds like shit to me. And I thought Mike Patton was a little on the arrogant side. At least he has the right to be. Mr. Phil had quite the ego that night. I just got this feeling...like I wanted to shoot him down. Okay dude, you survived drug abuse and the bad breakup of your previous band. Wooptie-do. Get over yourself.



So first we had to wait in line for an hour with the lame fans. During that hour, I decided that I really hate lip piercings. Not just the ones around the actual lip, but the ones that are like, in the middle of the chin? OUCH. Makes you look like the hooked fish that got away. Ugh. I'm getting old. Anyway, once we finally got in we headed to the balacony, so as not to get mixed up with all the sweaty psychos when the show started. Ah, we escaped the sweaty psychos, but not the stupid ones. We sat behind a group of four made...two of the most antsy couples I've ever encountered. The fuckers couldn't stay in their seats, or row for that matter, for longer than ten minutes before one, two or three of them got up and left. Back and forth, back and forth. One of the guys, who looked to be about 40, was so very obnoxious... He had to scream, "I said GOD-DAYAM!" after every song. It took forever for the show to start. Instead of a another band opening for them, they showed us a projected film documentry. Of them. And their roots. For an hour. Yea, we got to watch several burnt performances from the 70's on film including, but not limited to, Kiss (oh dear God), Lynard Skynard and Free. These performances were interspersed with clips of the band (Down) travelling in their van, playing riffs and fucking off. Oh, to be a performer.

Anyway, we left when we realized the ear-splitting sound was not going to get any better. And of course "Oh GOD-DAYAM" boy didn't help either. So we're going to stop with the metal shows for a while...actually, shows altogether. I wouldn't mind going to a few smaller venues, but nevermind the bigger shows...unless it's Mike Patton.

Well, that entry got long. I'm gonna go now. Time to get some artichokes for din din. Later!

Better buns

My buns are fine. And so am I. I felt so much better yesterday. Turns out my little weird bout of depression and sickies was from the dreaded Pee-EM-Esss. Dirty bastard. Yup, the painters are in and the hysterics are out. For now.

Last night I did it again. I sat down at the table and drew! Stay tuned for the next inked drawing! Being productive feels good. I also went for an evening jog after work. It'd been over a week. It's strange, my leg muscles actually started getting sore the other day, like they do following a workout after there's been a bit of a gap in my exercise routine. My legs were sore like I'd worked out hard the day before...but it'd been almost a week. What, were they 'reminding' me to get back to exercising with a shot of some lactic acid pain? Odd.

Well happy Thanksgiving eve. One of my favorite holidays. No gifts, no pre-parties, no hassle...just stuff yourself silly all day long. Aaahhh...that's my kinda day.

Sick

Heh. Lookit thuh kewt liddle fuzzie nozez... *sniffies*

I'm feeling yucky today. It wasn't a good weekend. I spent most of it sleeping, trying to stave off whatever this might be. Didn't help that both Ron and I had the same sort of depression affliction all weekend. Just shitty and bickery.

I did manage to go through some more boxes and such...got rid of some old clothes to make room for the buttload of new (old) clothes I got from Lisa, my lovely ex-shopoholic friend. This was apparently from one of her last sprees a few years ago. Many of the clothes haven't even been worn and if so, very little. I also got a few pairs of shoes, some belts and a couple of purses and bags. I'm SET! Thanks, Lisa! I'm happy for her and her credit that she's gotten over the shopping, but I'm sure going to miss all the free clothes!

So I made up some bags of old clothes, stuffed animals and knick-knacks I don't need anymore. It's a life-stage clean up. Time to get rid of a lot of the old, used junk I've had since I first moved out of my parents house. Gonna make a stop at good 'ol Goodwill on the way home today.

At least that little clean up accomplishment makes me feel good... I didn't get much of anything else done these past few days. I don't know what it is, but I've been feeling so down and under the weather again lately. Oh yea, I almost forgot to mention that I threw up all over the bathroom floor last night while I was sitting on the potty. It was such a beautiful scene. Once it started flowing, I couldn't make it stop. It was the weirdest thing because I didn't even feel that sick. I just started coughing and the next thing I knew I was choking and puking all over the floor. Poor Ron was scrambling for the paper towels, yelling at me to please aim for the tub or the toilet and I couldn't do anything but sit there and spew at the wall. Once we got the lake of barf cleaned up, I went to bed. Didn't have too much trouble waking up this morning, but I'm still feeling blah in my head and stomach.

Okay, time to stop with the pointless drivel and get back to work. I have so much to do today. Ughghghggghggggghh....

Three whole years, a haircut and a Toby

Yesterday marked the three year anniversary of Ron and my first date. He had Monday off so we were able to celebrate that night with a special home cooked meal together. Poopsie made us some scrumptulous stuffed chicken breasts, green beans and red potaters. We ate our yummy din din, sipped wine and cuddled. In' nat sweeeeeeeeeet? Yea, it was sweet. Hah, it's only been three years and it feels like it's been so much longer...in a good way! And forward we go...

In other news, I decided to chop the shit out of my hair last night. Myself. Mmmm-hmmm, it was buggin' me again. Too long, heavy and shapeless. Kept getting all in my face and sticking to my lips. So I thought I'd "trim" it around my face a little. You know how when you start something and then ya gotta finish it? The 'ol can 'o worms dilemma? Yea. I'm standing in front of the bathroom mirror tilting my head and clipping away. "Woops, this part's longer than that one..." *flip* *clip* *clip* "Oh, now that's too long..." *flop* *snip* *snip* "OH SHIT, I better STOP while I still have hair!" It's really not that bad though. No one has noticed yet. Not Ron, not my boss, not my coworker. I would never have done such a thing if my hair were straight. "No, my hairdresser isn't blind, why do you ask?" Remember that scene from "Sixteen Candles" (google) where the popular, pretty drunk chick gets her hair caught in the bedroom door and her friend cuts her free with those big ass scissors? I was just short of doing that to myself last night. I'm not too skilled at cutting my own hair. 'Specially when I'm going for the back. Glad I stopped while I was ahead. Don't know WHAT the hell I was thinking but at least it was fun!

So here are some pics I took with Rons new camera over the weekend. I spritzed Toby with the spray bottle and he looked so cute I just had to take a picture. Liddle tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinies...





And guess who's watching the whole thing intently?



Why little Henry of course!!! Hah!

Okay, time to get on with the day. But before I go...can someone please press the 'winter' button for California? I'm really sick and tired of this fucking hot weather. I'm wearing FLIP FLOPS IN NOVEMBER! This is rediculous! Thanks for the global warming, people!