Close Call

Don't worry. Compy pulled through in the end.


Some Days

I don't know about you, but sometimes I have to make hard decisions. Not decisions that are a tough call, like whether Ben & Jerry's Half Baked is better than Breyer's Mint Chip. Usually the hardest decisions are the ones that are really fairly clear cut, but unpleasant.

When I have those decisions I waste a lot of time trying to see if there's any possible way that the right choice could also be the one I want to make. Then, when I've done that for as long as possible, I finally screw up the two ounces of determination that I posses and do the right thing. The thing I really don't want to do.

And for a while that feels good. I did it! I resisted the temptation to be weak and self-indulgent. I did the right thing and my life will be better for it.

But it doesn't always feel better right away. Like eating celery instead of one of the afore mentioned ice-creams. I feel good about that for like...two seconds...then I want ice-cream again.

Sometimes there's no going back either. And then I spend a lot of time worrying that I've messed it up. What if I chose something unpleasant for no good reason at all?

So that's where my doodle girl comes in. I'd like to go home, throw my self on the floor and over-analyze every detail of how I got to where I am now - really bummed because I have no ice-cream. But I don't have time. So doodle girl is going to do it for me. She's really better suited for it anyway. Look how pretty her hair turns out when she flings herself to the ground. Mine doesn't do that.


Fairy Tale Princess

At least I'm assuming I drew her to be a fairy tale princess. It's been a loooong time since I had Photoshop running on my computer, so I have all sorts of drawings to color.  Of course some of the drawings don't seem as color-worthy as they did when I first drew them, but there are plenty I'm excited about.