Whew! Here’s Possy III’s underpainting!

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Here’s Callie’s underpainting…

I’m working on Possy III’s underpainting now!
Here she is…

I’m going to leave the webcam on, since I’ll be working on Callie’s underpainting tonight. I’ll work on her after 8PM CST if you want to check in then!
Nevermind, I’m gonna paint off cam tonight. 🙂
You know when you’re waiting, and you’re expecting something to happen within the next say, hour or so?
You know how sometimes it doesn’t happen?
Well have you ever given it just one more hour? Then after that hour, another? And then another?
And while you’re waiting, do you just keep busy with little things, because you know that if you dive into that big thing you have planned, that thing you’ve been expecting to happen will happen RIGHT AT THAT MOMENT and botch up your groove?
Yes ok, now you know how my night was lastnight with the dream, AND how my day was today.
There ya have it.
::achoo!::
Of the few occasions my hubby wishes me good rest (since I hab a code), I knew I was bound for wicked dreams (told ya).
Imagine waking up in the morning to your three-year-old saying “look mommy, a big wave!” and pointing out the window. Yes that’s what my dream was lastnight, trying to drive north, away from the wave that kept coming nearer and nearer to our home. I even stopped and asked for directions! Aren’t you proud of me? Ok well don’t be, because I forgot Cocoa, and hoped quietly that her cage would float, since if I had hoped it outloud, I would have been promptly instructed to turn around and drive into the wave to save her.
Other wierd stuff happened, you know, like finding the guy responsible for this big wave and being really mad at him. Only in my dream, it wasn’t God, it was some nerdy scientific guy who was being instructed by this mobster italian gang of Godfather’s.
See? Now don’t you wish you got to sleep in my head for a night? I feel so rested! (not!)

With tears rolling down her eyes, a veiled Iraqi woman shows off her finger stained with blue ink and a small card reading ‘Elect Iraq’ after she cast her vote in a polling station in Amman, January 30, 2005. Millions of Iraqis flocked to vote in a historic election on Sunday, defying insurgents who killed 25 people in bloody attacks aimed at wrecking the poll. REUTERS/Ali Jarekji
To see more Iraqi Election photos, go to the “most popular slideshows” area here.
I have to add this. This is Ali’s account of his first vote in Iraq. Grab some kleenex, and thank God for the millions of Iraqis like him.
That’s not even the question! Painting. Definitely.
After a nice HOT HOT HOT shower, some Zicam homeopathic cold remedy nasal gel stuff, a dose of Advil allergy & sinus and a warm rice sock over my head, I fell asleep and slept through the night. The good news is, I only woke up a few times reaching for the kleenex. The bad news is, one of the guys I went to high school with made an appearance in my dream lastnight, and he’s now singing vaudeville in Portland, Oregon. Isn’t that wierd? I never thought of him as someone who would end up on stage. His mom was a paramedic with my mom through high school, and believe it or not he WAS in drama. Why he showed up I do not know, but he looked awfully funny in his red & white striped suit up there singing with some other unknown crack-up.
Crazy dreams.
In my pacing and picking-up frenzy this morning, I decided that I really do not like the background I’ve got going on for Callie, so I’ll be revising that this morning and putting her off to the side to dry while I work on Nicki. Nicki will get her underpainting today! I also need to sign The Supreme’s, so I’ll do that today too so I can scan them (maybe?) tomorrow.
Yep, lots of painting in store! I’ll update my webcam status so you can stop in if you’d like!
I’ll be back & forth, at some point we’re going to have to run out and get a fresh supply of kleenex.