Uh-oh.

Grr. Lacking discipline and playing catch-up. Turns out blogging's rougher than I thought. I had originally planned to stick with a daily routine of posting and writing, but seriously, who has time for all of this?! Double Grr.

I "Heart" Brunch

To Tartine or not to Tartine? Hihi. It's nearing noon, and as expected, I'm hungry... Thinking of taking the Muni on over to Tartine Bakery in the Mission to enjoy one of their amaaaaazing morning buns. Imagine the best croissant you've ever had... Only these are 100 times better! Flaky on the outside, yet soft and chewy on the inside, these buns are then rolled in a crunchy orange-cinnamon-flavored sugar. Just thinking about them makes me happy...

Note: Did not end up making it to Tartine. The "manfriend" (that's what I call my boyfriend), wasn't feeling too great, so I agreed to eat somewhere closer. (We ended up at Mel's.) All was not, however, lost. Post Mel's, we headed on over to Bearded Papa and sunk our teeth into yummy vanilla custard filled cream puffs. Yay! Alrighty. Back to work.

Appetite for Destruction

Chopsticks.

Began working on a new piece last night but unfortunately have not found time to finish it yet. In hopes of posting something new each day, I am posting an old piece of mine that I has rarely been seen. (Woopee!)Earlier in the year (mid-March), I dined at a gem of a restaurant in San Francisco called "Bix" (note: A 2005 issue of "Playboy" voted Bix as having one of the world's greatest bars). My evening was pretty darn fantastic. Not only was the food yummy, the music was great as well. The jazz pianist playing that evening was oh-so cool... and oh-so cute! (In a grandpa sort of way.) I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to join him on stage. Sadly, reality hit (even in my imagination), and my reality had me playing "Chopsticks." Grr.

Parade!

Just felt like drawing one.

Hello my name is...

Drumstick! A character I designed last summer while cruising the Baltics with my family. My brother named him "Drumstick." My cousin's boyfriend chose the footwear. Note: In future sketches, I will be removing his eyebrows. And perhaps his top as well. Chickens don't have nipples (right?), so the image shouldn't be too disturbing.

Out of sight, out of mind.

But is the inverse true? When attempting to achieve a goal, does it help to keep it in sight — literally? In cartoons, dangling a carrot in front of a horse can help lead it forward. Wonder if this sort of strategy could work for me while on the treadmill. Hmm. I don’t respond well to carrots…

Super "Eew"

Deprived of air conditioning and/or an electric fan, I spent much of this past weekend sprawled across my couch sweating bullets (super eew!) while taking in episode after episode of “The Contender” (espn), “Project Runway” (bravo), and “The Hills” (mtv). The shows kept me preoccupied for hours; however, as soon as my reality-tv-watching marathon came to an end, I was left to think of additional inexpensive means to entertain myself…

Thinking that the movies would be an excellent way to spend 90 minutes on an unbearably hot afternoon, I scurried on over to the Sony Metreon only to find that the rest of the Bay Area’s air-conditioning deprived population had resorted to this very same plan. Brilliant. Given the situation, tickets for most showings were sold out, but tickets for “My Super Ex-Girlfriend” starring Uma Thurman and Luke Wilson were still available. Willing to watch almost anything — as long as I could sit for two hours in an air-conditioned theater — I bought a ticket. As I wasn’t expecting too much from the dopey flick, I was fully entertained by it. Uma Thurman’s fantastic as a deranged ex-girlfriend. It turns out I have much to learn.

Pictured: “My Kryptonite” – A drawing I made after watching “Superman Returns” a couple of weeks ago. Yep, there’s me (wannabe superhero as usual), and yep, there’s my kryptonite. Mmm... chocolate.

Baby got back... and then some.

Is that what I think it is?! Oh no, it is. It is what I think it is. It's jelly on my belly! Boo...

Alas, with age has come the frustration of dealing with a slowed metabolism. I used to be a lunching beast, but since hitting the quarter-century mark, I have been forced to consider a diet of Subway turkey breast sandwiches accompanied by Diet Coke and Baked Lays. Grr. The goods I down nowadays actually show - be it in the form of extra waddle, batwing, thigh, lovehandle, or ass meat. Double Grr. But while I cannot recall the last time I've been proud of my physique, I have never really been worried about it enough to want to do anything to change it. My body may not be perfect, but it is in shape. Uh, ch-yeah. In the shape of a CIRCLE! Okay, maybe not a circle, but it is a little round, and well... this is sad! Having to admit to the world that I am a pudge. A hungry pudge. (Sorry, I have yet to have my breakfast).

Well enough is enough. Something's got to be done. I'm heading off to Mykonos, Greece, with a couple of girlfriends towards the end of August and I want to be proud of my bikini-baring bod. Or at very least, not be embarrassed by it. That said, I am going to devise a feasible eating and exercise plan and will try my very best to abide by it.

Goal: To lose 5 pounds
Plan: To be devised

Collateral Damage.

More from my archive of rarely-seen doodles. This drawing, like the one in my previous post, was made for a friend's birthday. Pictured: Good times at the expense of innocent cupcakes. I know... my humor is sick.

Feeling so very naked...

Yet no one's here to see. Whew.

Welcome. My name is Debra and I enjoy doodling. Because I do not do so for a living, the fruits of my labor (I did not just type that) usually go unseen. Boooooo. Desperate to satisfy the exhibitionist within, I have decided to start posting my drawings for interested bloggers to view. Hmm. At this point, I think the only viewer is well...still me!