
Bear Hug a Mug


Better than bird in your coffee
On such a fine day


Good Mornin’
Once I finish my morning coffee, I’ll serenade you from the living room window, alright?
I guess the better way to describe them are mush mugs, but we’ll call it that this week only!

And then I was playing around with color so colored one of the love mug prints

I’m not sure I like it..now on to making a bunch of origami hearts with code mush messages inside them. But I’m not really feeling it this year, so we’ll see if I just keep them until next year. Or I’ll stockpile them for a random day of the year when no one expects them! When you really need a little mush!

Repetitive and unapologetic about it. I’m not a machine pumping out new ideas and thoughts … Ugh
Oh and here’s June’s playlist, even though June is almost over. It took me a whole month to finish. It started off with lots of protest type songs, then finished off melancholy as is my usual way.


Because that’s what you want floating in your coffee.
And by the way, how large does this coffee cup have to be in order for a heron to fit in it? If we were really using actual scales and if it were real?
I need to work on my heron doodles.
He’s really got a penchant for the black bubbling brew…

Heron power! In my coffee! I’m going to need it tonight.
I need to work on my herons…
Incoming dancin’ herons too…

’cause he’s got a lust for life!
I may have had too much coffee.


A blob sitting comfortably in coffee mug.
A blob in a mug of ughs.
I do declare saying Ugh a million times a day is my coping mechanism for everything. That and sitting in coffee!
I just like drawing the same things. It’s also a coping mechanism.

Although the rain has subsided this morning, it’s the perfect time of morning where it’s still damp, cloudy and….you guessed it PUDDLES. Puddles in my coffee? Not a problem.
Oh wait, I hear the rain coming back.
It’s just time for me to get out and take some photos. I do have some errands to run today so I better get to it!
I need some rain boots.

Floating in the clouds, this coffee is. To wake you up slowly on a chilly Saturday morn.
As I sat silently watching the sun rise, I noticed just how precious and fleeting life is. I wondered why I worry about anything. In a few months, in a year from now, all the things that bothered me will have been washed away in memories. And I’ll laugh or smile and see I was just growing a little bit more each day. To reach the Pinnacle of wisdom that usually transpires when you grow.