Monday, 23 November 2015

Thank You!

Wow this is the best most fun thing ever! I've got a little line-up of dog and cat portraits to do and it's super fun to make them :) These are the first three I've done, I'm going to be honest, I had to re-do two of them ... we will just chalk that up to learning. Willow has a "special" version of her painting with one eye way out of place, and Lily has two "special" versions of herself out there, one has a weird paw and one ... is straight up in the garbage.

Anyway these aren't 100% done yet but they're almost there and that's something.

All the proceeds from doing these are going towards old mister Tank and his outrageous vet bills. I brought him in on Friday and came home with this.

He's got arthritis in his ankles, a thing on his foot that may be a tumor or maybe not, a skin infection, an underproducing tear duct that caused his eye to be too dry, scarring on this dry eye from it being too dry and a nasty ear infection.

So this trip was kind of an all-encompassing antibiotic/ear drops/eye drops kind of visit, we are going back in 2 weeks to create a plan to keep his arthritic legs as comfortable as possible. I'm assuming this will involve a giant bottle of metacam. So yeah...keep the portrait commissions coming y'all. I'm going to need all the help I can get!

All for him.

Oh and check out my website here. Let me know if you can spot any errors or weird formatting or anything please! I need a second set of eyes on it.

Thank you!

Tuesday, 17 November 2015


A timely comic from The Oatmeal, as I just emailed everybody I have been doing free things for and told them I can't spend time on unpaid projects anymore. Yuuuup.

Now look at these things!


Packing list for cycling across the Pan-America highway. Sam is a friend of mine, he's already biked across the USA from New York to Seattle (and he came over here for a couple days visit too!) to San Francisco.  Now he's planning a 2 year trip with his wife on a TANDEM BICYCLE (SO CUTE) from Alabama to Tierra Del Fuego. 

Late Victorian mountaineers, including a lady fully dressed and corseted, cross a crevasse in the Alps, 1900.

Saturday, 14 November 2015


Hiya folks! If you like things and want me to draw a thing, I will do it for you. I can draw anything you want I bet. Or I will die trying. No I won't die but I'll like...try really hard.

I've got an enfeebled little old bulldog who needs a lot of medication to get by in this rainy achy winter, and I'm coming up short. Because I also need medications to not be a crazy person and unfortunately I bought mine first. :(

It's so frustrating that I have "4" jobs (quotations because 2 are "casual" positions) but still only work 20 hours a week. It's straight up not enough, and this is where art will save me. prayer-hands emoji


I recently did this little Totoro guy for Rae (who has one of my favorite blogs btw). This is an 8.5x11 full color image done in mainly alcohol-based marker on watercolor paper. The umbrella is a shiny gold which does not photograph well.

So here comes the shake-down. I'm offering drawings at a discount rate so as to lure you all into paying me for art. The first one is cheap...that's where I getcha.

Prices are as follows (in Canadian dollars):

Option 1: Black and white 8.5x11 ink lines, crosshatching and dots for shading, medium amount of details- $40 +shipping
Option 2: Same thing, 11x17 - $50+shipping
Option 3: Black and white, 8.5x11, crosshatching and dots for shading, crazy tiny details everywhere - $50+shipping
Option 4: Same as 3, 11x17 - $60+shipping
Option 5 - Black and white, 8.5x11, inkwash shading, medium details - $50+shipping
Option 6 - Same as 6, 11x17 - $60+shipping
Option 7 - Black and white, 8.5x11, inkwash shading, a billion teeny details $60+shipping
Option 8 - Same as 7, 11x17 $70+shipping
Option 9 - FULL COLOUR BABY (lol) done in fancy markers 8.5x11, medium detail $50+shipping
Option 10- Same as 9, 11x17 $60+shipping
Option 11 - Full colour markers, tons of detail 8.5x11 $60+shipping
Option 12 - Same as 11, 11x17 - $70+shipping
Option 13 - Full colour watercolour  8.5x11 $80+shipping
Option 14 - Same as 13, 11x17 $90+shipping
Option 15 - Small (postcard size) goofy cartoony - $10
Option 16 - Medium simple 8.5x11 - $20


I hate to bring up the C word but Christmas is coming, what a sweet gift it would be to get somebody a pretty picture of their dog or cat or their favorite tv show or an inside joke.

I'd also like to put it out there that I'm very into doing book illustrations, drawing comics, or working in basically any other artistic capacity. I would love to help you with your visual storytelling.

If you, like me, don't have any expendable income at the moment, could you please share this post around so a millionaire might see it and order 45 dog portraits and a children's book author will hire me to draw in the next Very Hungry Caterpillar? K thanks.

Here are some examples of illustrations I've done lately:

Email me at for more info. 


Tuesday, 10 November 2015


I am presenting my first 8 page comic today in class. Wish me luck! :) It's a true story about my bus stop friend Clarence. Some of you long-time readers may recall me mentioning him here and there. 

I haven't seen him in months, and I'm hoping it's just because our schedules don't correspond any more. I know this comic has a lot of flaws, it ended up being rushed, I could have used another week or two to work on my drawings of the characters more, but it is what it is, and it's ok. The main purpose is to tell the story and I think I succeeded in that regard. 

So yeah, here's Clarence.

Monday, 9 November 2015

The Breakfast Gang: a short fiction story based on 7 true stories from my life

I wrote this to hand off to somebody in my comics class to draw in 8 pages. Good luck to them! And like the title of this post says, there are 7 true stories from my life in this one short story. 

The Breakfast Gang

“Well frankly I don’t know how much more bussing I can stand. You don’t get it, man, these people are the lowest form of humanity. Seriously. The other day I saw a guy folding an entire load of laundry. Not that it’s gross or anything but you know how many seats he was taking up with his clothes? Four. People had to stand so his jeans had somewhere to rest. And who folds jeans anyway?”

The five of them were sitting around a table in Fran’s diner, a wonderful oasis in the midst of a grey day. The coffee refills were free and they put avocado in your omelette if you were vegetarian. Board games, doll heads, cuckoo clocks and other miscellany was glued to every inch of every wall. The table cloths were laminated and mismatched, and the menus lived on the tables. The salt and pepper shakers on their table were roosters with holes pricked into their backs. 

Hala was in the midst of another bus-rant. Minnie bent over her coffee mug, cupping it with both hands, listening intently. Dave played with his cell phone. Martin gazed out the window at a group of Japanese girls in matching outfits and Sarah gazed at Martin. 

“No, like, how loud do you really have to shout to the kid sitting right beside you? When me and fifty other people know that your buddy lost a tooth in a fight last night, you are talking too loud. And you know what? This one guy the other day, he was doing lunges in the middle of the aisle while we were driving. Like, full out straight up lunges. He was wearing a sweat band too. And short shorts. Like...what?”

“Mhm” Minnie managed to exhale into her coffee in an un-condescending, semi-sympathetic tone.

“And this guy, he came and sat right in front of me yesterday even though there were like ninety seats available” 

“You sure do love your hyperbole, Hala” Dave said, smiling at his cell-phone.

“Shut it, you know what I mean, like a lot of free seats.”


“And so he sits right in front of me and turns sideways, so like his back’s like...” She turned, positioning her back to the restaurant window, her arm over the back of her seat. “And so he’s like...right there.” She waved her hand inches away from her face, still sitting sideways on the bench-seat, effectively demonstrating the claustrophobia of a casual and unwanted personal-space-bubble invader. “And it’s not like he was turned to look at me, but he was all up in here.” She waved her non-chair-back-embracing hand more furiously around in front of her spastically, so her entire body jerked, and her knee hit the underside of the table causing the silverware to rattle and everybody’s coffee to sway dangerously close to the edges of their tidal containment vessels. 

“Bus talk over. Now.” Commanded Dave, pushing his phone to the side, avoiding the possible aftermath of a full-out tidal wave of the steaming “Bean Juice” as it was written on the chalkboard at the doorway of the restaurant. “Bottomless Bean Juice, $1 with meal”. He caught her flailing hand mid-air, with the stealth, machismo and elegance of a professional fly-swatting cowboy in monk robes, and pulled her arm to turn her body back to a seated position, feet on the ground, bum on the chair. 

Minnie looked especially relieved that she was free of the danger of a misplaced kick from her sideways companion. She daintily dusted off the seat where Hala’s orange high-tops had been moments before; an odd gesture for one with so many shiny rings. Her hand was steel-plated with dragons and skulls. 

Hala breathed. Again. Said nothing. Closed her eyes, inhaled deeply. Everybody waited in suspense to see if the rant was really over. 

“Sorry.” Hala exhaled. “I’m done.”

The entire table released their held breaths in one enormous sigh that the entire restaurant could feel. 

“Okay then,” said Martin, finding the gang interesting again, “Let’s go around the table and tell one interesting thing that has happened this week.”

It was something they did every time they got together. One time Martin had brought a girlfriend along for breakfast and she didn’t get it. She thought it was some kind of therapy group who met weekly to discuss problems. It wasn’t like that. They put their game on hold that day, and always excluded Martin thereafter, until the day he promised never to bring her to their breakfast club again. 

The ‘around the table game’ wasn’t a formal thing, nobody came prepared with notes, and if you had nothing to say then that was alright. The rules were that bus stories were not allowed from Hala, and work stories were not allowed from anybody unless they were either A) scandalous, B) hilarious or C) absolutely unbelievable. 

They saved all actual news for after the game. Your story could not be about getting a raise from a boss or asking somebody out on a date. It had to be something else. Something unexpected or fun. 

“Okay, I’ll go first.” Dave was practically leaping out of his pants to talk first.  “Okay so it’s not a happy story. ..and it involves a dog getting hurt. Fair warning.”

Dave cleared his throat theatrically, cracked his knuckles and began. 

“So I was visiting my cousin Rob the other day, he’s like, all grown up now and rich. Damn his house is nice. And he has like a wife and kid. Um...Melissa, I think Melinda? Melissa? Her name sounds like that, you know, definitely a MEL at the beginning. And so anyway they have this dog too, right? And she’s a really good dog. She does all the tricks and obeys them all, even the kid. Uh, Jesse, I think his name is.

“So we’re all in the kitchen having a beer and catching up, cuz it’s been like years since I seen ‘em last. Like, yeah, geez, Jesse was a baby, I think. He broke a lamp last time I was there, because he was still holding onto tables to walk. A real small baby, you know?” He turned to Martin, his target audience apparently.

“Uh huh.”  Martin was staring at his hands.

“So the kid was outside in the yard. Big back yard they have, man, it’s like huge. And there’s a field of hay behind their house too. And Jesse was out there with a baseball and a bat and was like, practicing hitting the ball, he was throwing it up in the air and batting it out toward the field, away from the house. Like I said, good kid.”

“Yeah.” Martin was looking at Dave now. They all were looking. The guy knows the right way to tell a tale, just enough suspense and then POW, insanity.

“So us grown ups are in the house chatting away and I go ‘hey, what’s the kid doing?’ or something, because we kind of hit a lull in the conversation and you know the old saying, you should never perform with kids and animals cuz they steal the show or whatever? Yeah, well they’re also great for a distraction in a boring conversation. 

“So we all turn and look out the kitchen window and at that precise moment, I kid you not, it was like fucking slow motion dudes, the kid throws the ball up in the air, and you can see the dog running at him full fucking speed ahead from the corner of the yard. Cuz, like, she thinks he’s throwing the ball for her to catch, that’s one of her tricks, jumping up in the air and catching a tennis ball.”

“Oh no!” Cried Minnie, covering her eyes to block out the mental image. Hala cringed and Sarah leaned forward, arms crossed and eyes wide. Martin feigned casual disinterest but crossed his legs toward Dave in a subconscious bid for Dave to keep talking.
And so Dave continued, getting louder and talking faster. “Yeah, so the kid threw the ball in the air, the dog totally leaped for it from super far away, like the fucking dog was going for the long-jump in the Olympics,” He laughed, “And the poor kid swung his bat. Hard. And we were all in the house like ‘NO!’ and ran outside but you could hear the CRACK”

Sarah made a pathetic sounding moan at the implication of canine disaster. “Ohhh.” Hala inhaled sharply through her teeth as though she was the one hit by a bat.

“And we fucking saw the dog go flying in the air. Like, that kid, he hit the thing so hard she did an air-cartwheel. And landed it! With the fuckin’ ball in her mouth!” Dave had a wild look in his eye as his tale came to a close. He lost his grin as he glanced at his table companions. “Oh, I mean, the dog’s okay. Just lost some teeth. But she’s okay.” 

As people shook off the required animal-got-hurt melancholy blankets, Dave jumped back on board the crazy train. “It was in-fucking-sane  though, man. You shoulda seen her fuckin’ land that flip! With like blood all over the place, before she even realized what happened to her, she fucking wagged her tail, then started pulling her broken teeth out with her front paws. Fucking dogs, man. So awesome. Kid’s kinda messed up over it though.”

“No shit.” Said Sarah, straightening her back. “Well, I’ve got nothing. Sorry.”

“Alright,” Hala said. “This is easy. I went to a party last weekend at a farm, like I dunno, twenty minutes from where my parents live.”

Everybody nodded.

“So yeah I just drove out there with a bunch of people, I was already drunk cuz my mom and I had a few cherry whiskeys before, horrible stuff, and then I got my friend Dray to come pick me up and take me out there. Mom went bowling.”

Nods all around again. Hala’s mom was known as the unofficial ‘president’ of the local bowling alley in their town and hardly a day went past where she wasn’t bowling or working there. It was her ‘thing’.

“So we get out to the party, there were like six of us in Dray’s car and then there were like three or four other cars following us. So we get to the party and it was so much fun, like we all go so wasted and were running around all over the farm. I don’t even know who lived there.

“Anyway so at one point a bunch of us went to where there were all these hay bales, like the big round ones, you know? And holy shit those things are tall, like, they take some climbing, but so we all got up on top of the hay bales, and the night was all starry and lovely, like farm nights are, away from the city, and we start jumping from one bale to another.

“It was really fun because we were all so drunk and the hay was so soft that falling didn’t hurt. None of us were afraid even though we were twelve feet off the ground. So we jumped and jumped. And then me and Alexander, do you remember him? I brought him to breakfast one time.”

More nods. Alexander was the one with the green goatee. You don’t forget something like that right away.

“Yeah, we sat down on a bale like kind of far away from everyone else, and they were all still being silly and jumping around, kissing each other and running away. It was like watching teenagers play tag, laced with sexual tension and accidental-on-purpose groping. We sat and watched them for a while and talked about what happened between us last time he came to visit.”

Martin rolled his eyes. What happened was at his birthday party. Alexander and Hala showed up together, high on mushrooms and completely antisocial. They ended up locking themselves in a bathroom and trying to both fit in the cupboard under the sink, shirtless. And then much later Martin’s girlfriend at the time ended up having to drive Alexander to the hospital, still shirtless, because he had jammed a very sharp knife into the doorjamb and forgotten it was there and somehow managed to slide his hand down the wall and cut himself open badly enough to need stitches.

Thus, Martin had been cockblocked by fungus and Alex on his birthday. Alexander was not one of his favourites. Apparently Hala and Alexander had done more than jam themselves into a cupboard, or at least convinced themselves that something else happened, because they had much to discuss on top of the hay bale in the midst of a frosty central prairie night.

“So we made up and hey, did you know his goatee isn’t green anymore? I know that bothered you Martin.”

Martin grunted an acknowledgement. That much was true.

“And while we were talking, Alex lit up a smoke. We were just minding our own business talking and we hear this shouting from way down the row of hay bales. It was Dray, and he was yelling at Alexander to put out his cigarette because hay bales are flammable.”

Minnie and Dave were smiling, and Sarah laughed. It was just so...Alexander to be smoking on a giant dry bed of twigs.
“He was all like ‘what?’,” Hala mimed cupping a hand to her ear in mock deafness, “and Dray got super mad and started running at us, but he was so far away and had to keep, like avoiding holes inbetween the hay and all the people everywhere who were all basically just making out. And then WHOOM, he disappeared.

“Alex put his smoke out by then anyway, so Dray was totally overreacting, but we were like ‘Where are you Dray?’ like it was the funniest thing ever, he just kind of slipped in between two hay bales.

“We walked around trying to find him for a bit and like, laughing a lot and I think we were holding hands.”
Martin rolled his eyes.

“And then we could hear his voice, he was like “I broke my leg guys.” All serious. And like, we didn’t believe him ‘cuz he sounded so...not worried about it. So we just were laughing and then someone came out of the house and was all “shotgun beers and tears for fears” which is Alex’s favourite band, so we went in the house or whatever.

“Then, like, a lot later I was all “Where’s Dray?” And someone said he drove home, and we all agreed he was a dickface for leaving us all there, because now some people were gonna have to take a taxi or ride in the back of a pickup truck and it was cold out, you guys.

“So bla bla bla I get up the next day at my mom’s house and there’s a message on my phone from Alex that says...oh actually wait, I’ll show you. I saved it, it’s so funny.”


“And so yeah, he actually did break his leg, like when he fell? You know? And we all just laughed at him? Yeah, he ended up dragging his poor leg to the car and driving himself to the hospital. And I know it’s terrible, but...” And with that, she burst into a fit of giggles. 

Her friends exchanged glances, unsure of their friend’s sanity.

“Come on, it’s kind of funny, right?” She crossed and uncrossed her legs at the knee, again banging the underside of the table.
Minnie reached out and grabbed her hand, stilling its restless roaming across the table and signalling the end of the story and the awkward moment. “Martin,” she asserted, “It’s your turn.”

“Oh yeah, all right, okay, here I go. Uh...” He drummed his fingers on the table, muted staccato lacking the usual fingernail accoutrements. His nails were chewed down past the finger-line. “You know what, you go first. I can’t think of one.”

Minnie cleared her throat and sat up straight, back like an arrow, suit jacket smoothed. 

“Well, you all know how I feel about public nudity.”

They did. Minnie had recently been surprised by two hundred nude protesters riding bicycles, shouting “Less gas, more ass!” at passing vehicles, and she was not impressed by any means. Hala nodded emphatically. “Yeah, we know,” She said, “you told us if you never saw nipples again it would be too soon.”

“Right. Well uh, did I tell you guys about the time I accidentally flashed the entire neghborhood?”

Martin guffawed. “Ah, no! You have not!”

Sarah blushed a bit at the thought, and Dave and Martin’s eyes lit up. Hala seemed unaffected, like she had heard the story before.
“Well then, you’re in for a treat. It was a while ago now, like back when Jaz and I lived together. We were both so busy, I was working two jobs and she was going to school and working. Anyway our house kind of became a nuclear disaster holocaust camp awful toxic dump waste zone. It was so messy in there, clothes and dishes covering every surface, like, nasty, and I killed a spider on the kitchen table and for a second thought I’d just leave its corpse on the table.”

“Ugh” Sarah made a face, “gross! I thought you didn’t kill spiders anymore because of the whole ‘they have a soul’ thing.”
“Yeah it was an accident, like, it did that thing where they lower themselves down from the ceiling all creepy, and I just kind of swung at it without even thinking. I even said ‘Did I really just kill you?’ out loud to it...yeah. But I killed it. And then it came back to life, like while I was standing there thinking about it. And it started running straight at me, like it was gonna fuck me up! But this was after it had looked dead for like five minutes.”

“Woah woah woah,” Martin interrupted, hands up in the air, “You sat there and thought about the spider for five minutes?”

“Uh, whatever, it seemed like a long time...”

“Lady, get your story straight.” Martin flipped the collar of his shirt up, slid on his aviators and stared at her darkly. 

 She forced a smile at him. “May I talk now, your highness?”

He gestured regally in return. “Please, continue.”

“Okay so, yeah, anyway the stupid spider had a broken leg and was still coming to get me so I kind of scooped it up into a spoon, you know, because there were dirty dishes everywhere, and was all like ‘ew ew ew’ and...”

Minnie started laughing, miming holding a spoon daintily out in front of her, “I ran to the front door, holding the stupid spoon with the spider on it because I didn’t want to kill it. And I opened the door and threw the spoon outside, kind of screaming a bit ‘cuz it was running up the handle at me, and I threw it out the door, the entire spoon.

“All the kids were outside riding their bikes and writing with chalk on the street, and then there’s me, running outside in a towel, screaming,” Minnie was gasping for breath, she was laughing so hard at the mental image of herself throwing a spoon at the neighbourhood kids.

“And I throw a spoon at them...and then my towel fell off. And let me tell you they all got a good look at what I had to offer.”
By this time all the friends were laughing, shocked at the thought of Minnie being undressed at all. She just seemed more the type to wear a bathing suit in the shower and a camisole under her bra to avoid unwanted breast-sightings, just in case she decided to do a cartwheel. 

“Have you all decided what you’re having?” A dishevelled disgruntled-looking middle aged woman was standing beside their table, pen and notepad poised, ready to hear about toast preferences and egg variations. 

Story time ended abruptly, as it always did, with the promise of warm food and shared laughter. 

Thursday, 5 November 2015

ok alright ok here I am

Oh wow hi everybody! Long time no talk. I finally wrote a to-do list, and that took all my to-dos out of my head and made some room for blogging. So here I am. Where are you?

Lately life has been SO full. Every day, every second, there are 3 or more things I should be doing. Sometimes I don't do these things but most of the time I'm doing them. I have a lot of homework...deadlines deadlines deadlines. I've also been really trying to get people to trade me money for artwork.

It *almost* happened in a real way. I was in negotiations with a man who wrote a tabletop game/fantasy book thing and wanted a bunch of illustrations, but he ended up going with someone cheaper. *siiiiiigh* I don't regret asking for a fair wage though, even if it means I didn't get the gig. Fuck you, pay me.


Here's the rest of Drawlloween 2015 - I did them ALL except the final one (dragon) on Halloween because I was 3 hours out of town watching kids football in the literally POURING rain at an away game.


And in this process I discovered I like drawing cat heads. So I've been doing MORE DRAWING.



I've been working on this comic for my class, it's 8 pages of 11x17 paper and these flowers are KILLING ME. Oh well, you learn these things by doing them. Now I know just how long something this detailed will realistically take me.


It's not done yet, I probably have like 4 hours or so left to work on it.  I am using ALL THE BROWN in this project.



I had pencils due for a splash page today, I did them really quick last night but I'm totally happy with what I came up with. The assignment was to take a male and a female life drawing we did in class and put them together in a scene. I decided to make my characters people from the Suri tribe in Ethiopia ... I don't know why the idea popped in my head but I was like "what should I draw...I know, people with lip plates". Turns out only the women have stretched lips as far as I could tell but whatever.

This is what I've got so far, like I said I just threw it together quickly last night, but the finished product is due next week so I'll share it then.

I am going to turn the man's face to the right even though the original pose was as I drew it there. I threw a cow in because they're cute and also because I didn't want to draw a wang. The men seem to only wear a cord around their waist and a lot of body paint. So yeah. Put a cow on it.


I got new glasses. I ordered them online from Clearly Contacts (always the best online shopping experience every time, use 'em if you can). When they arrived I wasn't sure at first, they're REALLY nerdy and huge but once I wore them out a couple times and got used to my new look I really fell for them.

 Don't I look like Where's Waldo's Waldo? But like, in a good way?


YESPLEASEBRAND is now carrying my colouring books along with Tattoo Zoo swag. Check it out! :) I highly recommend the shirts with Caroline's tiger design on it. They're super comfy and really look great in person.

I'm also working on a website for my illustrations like a big girl. Here's what I've got so far. Like I said I'm still working on it. :)


Anyway I know it's not much to read about, trust me when I run into somebody in the street who I haven't seen in a while it's so awkward when the "what's new?" question comes up. Um. NOTHING. Seriously. I watch Scrubs on Netflix and draw stupid tiny brown flowers for 5 hours at a time. Nobody cares about that shit. But I have a lot of fun doing it so ... yeah. That's what matters.

Tuesday, 27 October 2015

winter is coming - a quick life update as I make myself miss the bus this morning

A tweet I retweeted the other day:

Yes yes yes so true.

I literally have been listening to more black metal in the past few weeks. Good ol' Dimmu Borgir and some Isole too for a real dramatic feel to these early crisp mornings and grey windy afternoons. The colorful leaves are still there but without the sunshine they aren't vibrant, they're dead in the chill.


Speaking of my blog title, isn't it funny how we elected a Prime Minister who vaguely resembles Jon Snow? King of the North?


What else, what else. I've been drawing a lot, no surprise there. I started another new job at the college, I am an on-call printshop worker. I like it. They've got a lot of repetitive production/bindery tasks to do all the time. Sure, I'll laminate 200 safety cards! I'll make 500 buttons! I'll shrink wrap 64 coursepacks! Heck yes. I told the boss there I feel like I was born to work in a factory. I really enjoy work like that.

A note was left on my desk at work last week with a card from a publisher attached. It said something like "this woman saw your colouring books and would like you to call her". Well of course my imagination ran wild with images of me finally making it big ... turns out it's a very small local zine. But it's a cool one that I knew of before that day, and I'm going to do colouring pages for them as well in exchange for advertising. As I said to her, I'm saying yes to anything that expands my horizons in a creative way.

Tank is doing ok, he's got a bit of an ear/eye thing going on and hot spots everywhere but that's just par for the course with him.

Halloween is Saturday and we haven't carved any pumpkins or anything, and I honestly don't feel like I have the time. We are going to the kid's away game up island and he's told us we aren't allowed to wear costumes. No fair! haha

I'm missing out on this as well, if you're on the island and love tattoos and Halloween stuff you should totally go.

Speaking of Tattoo Zoo, there is an online shop now called YES PLEASE where you can buy all the cool TZ swag ... and mayyyyybe I am going to get to sell some stuff there too! :)