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Queso, Love and Future Show!

It's the weekend and I don't know how to sleep "in" so I got up at 4am to have coffee and plan my morning walk/sprints. I'm shooting for my second 4 miler of the week!
I have a ton of work to do over the next 4 days I'm off from my jobby. Finish gold leaf project and 3 designs for a hotel project..... Then I would really like to start my newest canvas.
It's been way too hot to disc golf here in Texas so good excuse to knock out work. I've been playing with phone apps and trying to catch up with technology so I can start making fun art videos.
I've been really good on my new eating plan but got attacked by a 7 layer dip yesterday after work. Don't you hate (love) when that happens? 😂 Now I feel like I need to do some extra pushups and burn sessions to pay penance. 
I've been asked to participate in a pandemic project and answer some questions about my experience. More on that when it comes to fruition. Also got my contract in for the Fall virtual art show -will be sorting that out. It will be nice to put something on the calendar for a change.
Another boring blog about trying, being busy with work and lusting after queso....hope everyone's weekend is just as exciting 😂

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  1. I must love boring blogs! Lol! Everyone needs some queso in their faco!! (Funny story with that...one of our foster kittens was named Queso by the Humane Society and that one kitten loved to nudge our faces with his, so we called it "having Queso in your faco!"

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    1. Awww LOVE🥰 I want Queso in my faco 😂

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