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First thing's first....

Today

Activity: Drawing!

Activity Prompt: Wild cat

Alone or with partners: With my amazing, beautiful family

Drink and snack with activity: I had water and some toast, everybody else had pastina. Derek had a white russian at the end of the drawing session.

Physical activities log

Morning ab routine

5 ab roller rolls: Yes

Blogilates morning abs: No - Starting Dec. 30th

Quarter mile walk every hour on the hour, 10-5:

10: Yes

11: No - shopping

12: No - Shopping

1: No - Shopping

2: No - food prepping

3: No - Food prepping

4: Yes

5: No

5PM Two Mile Walk: STARTING IN MARCH

Weighted walking: No - Starting Dec. 30th

Shoulder shrugs during the day: Yes

MON, WED, FRI

45 minutes of PB: No - Starting Dec. 30th

TUE, THUR

45 minutes of cycling: No - Starting Dec. 30th

45 minutes of weight lifting: No - Starting Dec. 30th

Macros

Carbs: 23/23

Fat: 110/144

Protein: 91/116

Calories: 1553/1850

Yesterday was a really busy day of shopping, and I can tell you I was irritated about havingto be around the holiday crowd. I'm an atheist and an anticpaitalist, so I don't celebrate shit, and I kept being so confused about why it was so god damn busy everywhere we went, and Derek would remind me that people were doing last minute holiday shopping. I would frown each time and go, "oh yeah".

Rhynn had work yesterday, Alex had group, and Allen and I had family therapy, so Derek puttered around in the garage while we waited for the kids to be home and ready for our drawing time.

Derek and I really love to cook, and a few weeks ago we were laying in bed together and he mentioned something about wanting pot pies, so my brain was like OH! I should make everyone steak and ale pies! It's been a few days of getting everything ready...it also meant talking to a butcher to get beef fat trimming so I can make tallow (which I should have done yesterday but I couldn't because dishes weren't done because Rhyann doesn't feel well, more on that in a moment) for the crust, a method I've never done but am excited to try. Being a vegatarian in a home where nobody else is vegan/vegetarian is a non-stop emotional roller coaster. I have difficulty telling people I love them, something something something avoidant relationship style and childhood trauma...but I cook for people instead. I love people through food in a major way.

Case in point: Rhyann is not feeling well. And while I have every suspicion they picked something up because they are not good about their mask wearing in public if I'm not there to force them into it...and that makes me fucking frustrated....I still don't want my baby to feel yucky. So I was like, oh, I'll mke them pastina instead of my regular chicken soup. Which is what I normally make when someone in my house feels terrible. But I don't just make pastina. Or soup. I make ALL OF IT. So I had to buy a whole ass chicken to make a whole ass chicken stock to make the whole ass pastina. And like...fuckin' nobody carries pastina anywhere, so I had to sub pastina for ditalini. Which is ok, really, because pastina is just....little pasta. Ditalini is a little pasta. Not as small as actual pastina (I'm gonna have to order that shit online if I'm working at nonna realness, and it is ungodly expensive, so like...fuck them kids, I guess. Ditalini it is), but Rhyann actually ended up loving ditalini as a shape, so I think it all worked out in the end.

Anyway. I made a big ass vat of chicken stock which yielded about 12 cups AFTER I cooked the off brand pastina in a few cups of it, shredded the chicken into a separate bowl for everyone to have on the side, and I had...uh...I think I had cucumber salad with halal cart white sauce on it. I will have to blog about that in my other blog, because that was an edible miracle.

Am I losing the plot? Yes.

When Alex finished group, Rhyann finished smoking and eating their pastina, and we were all ready, we randomized our prompts and landed on:

Wild Cat

The only rule was that you had to be able to explain how your drawing matched the prompt. After last night's activity, Derek and I have come up with one more rule: the drawings cannot be digital. Alex went digital yesterday, and I think she phoned it in. We also agreed on a two hour time limit to complete our drawings.

Without further ado, here they are:

We'll start with mine, as I was done first:

I realized about halfway through that someone in my family was going to do something in a similar vein. My money was on Derek or Rhyann. It ended up being Rhyann, though Derek did say he wanted to do that first but then changed his mind.

I invitet you to check the details of the drawing. There is a dead bird behind the bag of 'Nip (the bird and its cage and the falling feathers were an afterthought as I was bored while Derek and Rhyann were finishing their drawings). The alcohol bottle is empty and the last cup of it has spilled on the floor. There is an empy bag, and a few scattered pills around. There is a mirror with cocaine, a rolled up dollar bill, and a razor blade. There is a poop outside of the litter box (an afterthought because I was bored while Rhyann and Derek were finishing their drawings). There are scratch marks all up and down the chair. Snowball the cat is smoking a cigarette indoors (is it a 'Nip cigarette? Tobacco? WHO KNOWS, SNOWBALL IS NOT OK), showing off their many nips and their little kitty butthole. Snowball is a wild cat.

Up next we have Alex, who actually drew TWO things, but only sent me the second one:

Alex drew a CAT digger gone rogue. Very unexpected, but very fun and silly. I will say, Alex is an extremely talented artist, and I was disappointed that she didn't show out for this. Derek and I discussed it later and agreed that digital is not the way to go, and Alex will have to move to physical paper next time.

Derek finished next: