Powerful Mojo and Really Terrible Art

Well, I took Joe to the doctor yesterday, where they did a swab for strep and a swab for the flu, and the flu came back positive. Because of his lingering fever and general feeling of being trampled by a runaway elephant, the doctor doesn't want him going back to school until after school break.

And my body, because of some powerful magic in me, known as the "flu shot," has prevented me from coming down with a full blown case of the flu. I feel much better than I did Monday.

I need to get some more stuff on eBay so I can go to Fennboree, and do other important stuff, like buy groceries. My next paycheck is going to really suck, because I'm trying to skimp on using my personal/sick time just in case they don't come through with my "Employee of the Year" thing.

I got a message from my friend Karen on Facebook last night about going to a cool store I didn't even know existed. And they're going to offer DOOR PRIZES.

Rockets and Robots. If I were to win a door prize, I might, like Chris Yates if he knew where the treasure was, "take off all my clothes and run around yelling assinine things." And then I'd probably sell whatever I won on eBay. Lol.

Heck, if robots painted like the one in the above flyer can sell, I can paint those. Maybe I should start painting nerd things and selling them. That's not a half bad idea. Whoa, I just Googled "robot painting" and found one I realllllyyy like. No, make that LOVE:

Orrrrrrr...what if I created a new fad, where I painted really terrible art, art so terrible that it's hilarious, and sold it as "Really Terrible Art to Brighten Your Day?" I think I've got a few pieces in my garage to start with. As I was going through a box of china the other day, I saw one and just immediately started laughing. Hold on...I've got to go get it and show you.

Before I reveal them to you, I have to explain something. In my early 20's, I decided I wanted to try to paint. I took zero lessons, and since there was no Internet, I  knew absolutely nothing about art or painting. It was a trial and error, just for fun kind of thing. I painted two really awful pieces.

However, all my life, I've been a really good "copier." I could look at a picture, and draw it freehand really easily, and so well some people thought I traced it. But I've never been a "tracer." I could just look at it and reproduce it pretty quickly. Like this quick and simple sketch of Winnie the Pooh:

Okay, now for the hilariously bad art. I am really putting myself out there with this, so those of you who think I'm arrogant and full of myself and only put forward my best foot, think again. I can trip over both feet pretty well. I'm an open book, full of imagination, light, fun, and really terrible art. I don't mind laughing at myself once in a while. As long as my good aspects outweigh the negative, I'm content.

So here we go, First, I'll show you the one that's not quite as hilariously terrible as the second. This is my concept of a princess surveying her kingdom. I think at the time I might of been thinking she was standing in that field waiting for her prince to arrive. Yes, I'm very much aware that a five year old can paint circles around me. No need to blast me in emails or comments, unless it makes you somehow feel better.

And then...there's this one. I think I started it as one thing, but then messed up, so I decided to add my husband (my first husband, Aidan's dad)...sleeping. Or maybe he's dead? Lol...I have no idea. And no, I wasn't under the influence of drugs or alcohol.

LOLOLOLOL!!! He's a disembodied head! Maybe that was an eerie foreshadowing symbolic of cutting him out of my life.

And yes, those are perfectly good and expensive oil paints I wasted. I sorta like the flowers, though.

Well, I hope this post has assured everyone that no matter what happens in my life, I'll never be a famous and/or talented painter. But, I really think maybe I'll try the folk art painting of robots and nerd stuff. Or other terrible art. Our society may just be messed up enough to go for it.