I Call It..."Uh-Oh"

I Call It..."Skiing"

I Call It..."Mittens"

I Call It..."Parked Helicopter"

I Call It..."Magical Pig"

I Call It..."Chester McSmileFrown"

I Call It..."Goth Toes"

I Call It..."Happening Hat & Sideburns"

I Call It..." A Cat's Birthday"

I Call It..."Pink n Red n White"

I Call It..."Unlucky Leprechaun"

Happy? St. Patrick's Day!!

I Call It..."Albino Mouse In A Snowstorm Eating A Lollipop"

I Call It..."Comedy Waiting To Happen"

I Call It..."Pink Pill Thingy"

I Call It..."EYES"

I Call It..."What IS That?"

I Call It..."Ash Wednesday"

I Call It..."Mardi Gras!!"

Some 'Splainin' To Do...

Just call me Lucy Ricardo...Because I got some splainin' to do...

 Where should I start? As you all know, back in November I decided to throw caution to the wind and start sharing my arts with the world.My plan was to share a new art everyday. And I did well for almost two whole months, and then the wheels kinda came off.

  I suppose what I need to 'splain is exactly how those wheels came to come off, huh?

  Well, the response to my blog was immediate and stratospheric. I went from not ever showing anyone my arts to EVERYONE wanting to see them! It was very exciting, and I kinda let it go to my head. It's not something I am proud of, but it is what it is, and now I must move on. In retrospect, I probably should have turned down the invitation from John  Mayer to spend some time at his beach house in Hawaii, but I'm not made of STONE! He just seemed like such a cool guy. And I'll tell you another thing, the fine females he always has around him are not too shabby either.
  
  But one day, I was walking on the beach with Kandeie, an aspiring actress and dancer, and the next thing I know, it's two months alter, I have a sore the size of a pog on my junk, and Kandeie is trying to get me to buy her a house!! I mean, how the heck does that happen? And Mayer just thought it was HILARIOUS!!

  Well, I called my oldest friend, Paticus from Sandwich Flats, and I asked him to come and get me the hell away from there. Being a dear friend, he flew right out. We hashed out what had happened between us(a story for another time-suffice it to say that it involves Kandeie and tequila and some rather unpleasent things erupting froth from my mouth), and he agreed to help me get cleaned up(i had been on a bit of a tequila/oxy/Twinkie bender) and get me back on track.

  And here I am. I am back in Buttonwillow, I have my smock and painter's beret on, and I am ready to start arting!

 So let's get back to it, shall we?