Remember to feed your winter Weirdo Birdos. They are especially vulnerable this time of year, and likely if you have a shelter for them even the better. So they can nibble and wiggle and jingle to their heart’s content. I imagine a little hollow area in the trunk of a tree with a bird sitting at his table, coffee and seeds and singing his early morning songs. Letting everyone know he’s A OK!
I did say I was going to do an Ugh Brain after the Ugh Slug. Still in the ughs of my life…
The ughs of my life …
Still …
Mush for Brains!
Ugh, I don’t know what I’m doing, but I keep slugging along. Still a slug. I wish I were invincible but being a slug is close to being invincible, unless someone sees you slithering on a sidewalk and pours salt all over you to watch you die. I think that would be okay.
Shameful slug. So worried about the thoughts, judgements of others and what others perceive you… it’s okay! they don’t know progress and growth, they’re a bunch of ass hats anyway. They don’t even see the amount you are progressing and growing. All they know is they don’t know! You’re small and quiet so how could they?
It may be slow moving for you, but you’re getting there. Don’t fret ugh slug. You have a tender heart, that sees all the good in people. But they’re not. Watch out next time. Stick to yourself, you’re the only one who can push you, slither you into the right direction.
And if you have to start again tomorrow, start again. Leave behind the voices, leave the past behind you. You can do it ugh slug.
Sluggish. I’ve turned into a slug, oh no an ugh slug… Cold, rain, the end of the week, usually all those combinations turn me into a slug. As well as poor eating (holiday foods), poor sleepin’, and poorly overworked this week have done me in. I’m okay with it. I’m a happy little slug. Just slugging along, taking my time, not going to overdue or overthink it anymore today! because I’ve already overdone it. That’s why I’m a slug!!
Tomorrow I’ll draw a slug brain because that’s a whole other area of sluggishness. Day dreamin’ whole scenarios that haven’t happened, may not happen, probably won’t happen because now I’m just a slug and there’s absolutely no way now it’ll ever happen. I’m an inch long now. Watch out you don’t step on me!
Another weirdo birdo for your day. Along with a quote. I believe this will be my intention coming into this year.
I did not hear a bird at midnight (silly me, what bird sings at midnight except owls! but one can dream) but I did hear wind chimes, as the wind was picking up last night. So a little bit of wind song then! ringing, clinking, singing a new song.
I hope to hear a bird chirping at midnight! Right outside my window. One can hope! I’m not hoping to be kissed or even to receive a message from anyone…no just a little ol’ bird singing. And even better if it were a little ol’ weirdo birdo like this little guy. Chirp! Chirp!
Oh, how I love birds in these autumn years… And now I’m obsessed with drawing them..so you can obviously guess the theme ringing in the new year shall be for code mush: weirdo Birdo!!!
Happiest of New Years for everyone! The anticipation and the hopefullness of the new year is always bright. Let’s keep the momentum going.
Chirp chirp!!
Unleash your weird bird, your weird bird voice that is. Nevermind however loud and obnoxious a bird is, or however lovely and strange, it keeps on squawking. I realized I spelled squawk wrong but went with it. Because I unleashed it, it’s going to sound and misspell as well as it pleases. And it has just found a bunch of maggots so this bird is happy. Do birds eat maggots? Probably crows do! Damnit it should have been meal worms!
Weirdo Birdo! Maggots are gross. Sorry I didn’t mean to make this a gross bird, it was supposed to be kind of lovely but now you add maggots and he’s definitely strange indeed! We’ll see if this Weirdo Birdo sticks around on the Musho Blogo for a while.
I decided to make some Christmas scones, an old recipe from my Grandmother’s. Cinnamon scones, that I will take over to Christmas morning! I hope everyone has a wonderful day, even if you don’t celebrate. And hope for joy and peace in your life.
Mush love, Merry Mushmas to you!
O you guess it, O Christmas tree..Doodling yesterday with my kids. Nothing better than doing that, especially since they both love to draw too.
Here is my son’s drawing of Pizza Steve holding elf on the shelf. Looks just like him, so awesome !
My oldest is more critical of his work and told me not to take a picture. But his Godzilla monsters are amazing! I will have to show them someday! Their walls have all pictures of their awesome work!
I’m just glad I’m getting to spend as much time with them as I can during the holidays. This one is especially different and difficult as divorced parents now… I’m trying to keep our old traditions alive but doing new ones. And I think just being there and showing up with love is all there is to it. Letting them know we are never going to stop loving and caring for them no matter what happens in life. ❤️
I have been writing/doodling profusely these days and filled up a notebook in 4 months. I guess that’s actually not impressive. Here begins a blank book to fill with mushitudes and mushy blues. And mush brains and half heads, you know more of the same…
But it’s coincidental that the new book happens to fall near the new year. Lots of potential and opportunities. Keep the half head up slightly (obviously not too high or else it wouldn’t be half!) And look forward to what lies ahead. Okay it’s too soon to be starting to talk like it’s January so let’s keep it together! Let’s let the ending begin it’s end okay? I feel like there is a song in my brain about this, where is it? I’ll find it. Oh there’s a million about endings. I want to compose them all together somehow in a crazy mash up of blessed endings.
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