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[mittsartistrydesign]

So apparently blogging has become a really big deal. I've never done it, but maybe it will help organize my thoughts, works, etc. I guess because this is my space, I have no limits as to what I can write about huh?

Well, I was thinking I would do random daily rambles. (I say daily loosely. Probably three-four a week). I could also do life updates. And maybe some tutorials of random things I work on. First off I guess I should explain who I am and what I'm even doing. So this post may be longer than future ones.

Rachel Ruth Mitts. That's my name. Never gone by Ruth, but I like how it looks written out. I'm a chick that graduated college two years ago with a bachelor in theatrical design and high hopes to achieve something. What that something was is kind of foggy. But I went off in search of it in Chicago, Illinois. After living in Texas my whole life, it was a huge step. Two college friends needed a third to get an affordable place, so I signed up with no idea what I was going to do when I got out there. 3 days before I packed up the truck to move, I got a job at this really awesome place. Ravenswood Studio. They make cool stuff. They build sets for theaters, film, museums, window displays, huge events, you name it. And I got a job right out of school to be an over-hire painter. I was over the moon. And I loved that place. Everyone was so great, and I learned so much.

After about 4 months, they no longer needed so many painters, so I left to go find something new. And then there was nothing. For about two months, no one would call me back. No one would respond to emails. It was discouraging to say the least. But then I finally got a call. To dog walk.

Okay, so not exactly what I was looking for, but hey! I love dogs. Grew up with a wonderful dog, Sparkie, for 15 years. I can totally walk dogs while I'm searching for a new paint gig. Oh boy! Oh boy. The job was much more demanding than I realized. Most of my walks were in the south loop, and I lived almost in Skokie. And for those of you who have no idea what that means, it means that I had to drive at least 45 minutes to my destination, and then drive around FOREVER to find parking. Or if I wanted to take the Red Line train, I could've spent 2 hours to get there, and then longer to get back, depending on what time of day. It sucked. And I was definitely not getting paid enough. $7 for a 30 minute walk and I paid for gas AND parking most days. But I had committed. I had told them I would give them 6 months. Rachel god-damn Mitts gave her word, and if there is one thing you can trust about me...if I give my word, I mean it. So I persevered. Through the snow, walking dogs every day, not finding another paint gig.

Then there was rent. My mom would have definitely sent me money had I asked, but I was a grown up. I was paying for everything other than my phone bill and car insurance. I wanted to be able to support myself. So because of that I applied and got hired at a store that rhymes with Jet Heart. It was an easy in because the dog hotel had such a large turnover rate with new hires. So I worked in doggy day camp. It had its ups and downs, but I enjoyed most of the dogs. Then the six month cap of dog walking hit, and I left. I couldn't make sense of the money I was spending to walk dogs vs the money I made from it. So the company that sounds like Met Start offered me full time if I did one day shift and three overnight shifts a week. 9pm-6:30am. There was a bit of time every night where I started drawing little doodles on our white board, and it was a lot of fun, so I thought, I could totally do this, just for that! Little did naive Rachel know was that this would be the worst decision she ever made. 

I won't go into detail about it unless people are dying to know, but long story short, switching your sleep schedule back and forth from nights to days is AWFUL for your body and health. I swear it was slowing killing me. But I did it for the rent. A year and three months I did that. Until I just couldn't do it anymore. I hadn't found another painting job, I was always tired, I could fall asleep at the drop of a hat, I was so discouraged that I eventually stopped even applying. And then Mom said the words, "If you need to get out of there, you can always move back home." Decision made, I gave Ret Fart two months notice (which is like so freaking nice of me. Night shift is impossible to find people for, and because of who I am as a person, I didn't want to leave them high and dry) and then packed my bags and 16 ft truck with all of my crap I had accumulated back to Texas. (With the help of my mom, sister, and boyfriend.)

And here I am. I've been back home for a month and a half now, and am finally back on a normal sleeping schedule and am on weight watchers to get healthy. I'm feeling myself which I haven't felt in a long time. But now looking back at my foggy high hopes, I'm not sure what I wanted to achieve. I loved painting professionally those 4 months, but did I really try hard enough to find another job after that? Or was I willing to give up so easily because I didn't truly believe in my abilities in the first place? Which if you know me, doesn't sound like me at all because of all my good personality traits, being humble isn't a big one. I know I have skill. I know I have talent. I know I'm smart. I know that I can go out and get my dream job. And I let other people know this. But I'm not fearless. I hate phone interviews. I get anxiety just thinking about phone calls, much less interviews on the phone. I get anxiety waiting for an email or even text response. I start second guessing what I wrote, and my mind freaks out. It's very opposite to the rest of my personality so a lot of people don't know how much anxiety I actually have.

Anyway. I have finally set up my "desk" at home to work on some art. Thinking about my options, I've always thought it would be great to have a company with my sister. We both love "arting" and we both have very different styles and skills, so together we could cover a lot of bases. Which is what brings me to this: M.A.D. Mitts Artistry and Design. At some point I would love to make this a real company. Be able to paint murals, do commissions, design and create props, maybe do some book illustrations, or write our own book, anything that we can dream of.

So the best idea I can come up with right now, is to just start this blog. This portfolio. Just start making art for me. Or any friends or family that want some. And maybe they'll tell their friends. Maybe I can convince a family member to financially back me.  Who knows? But for now, I just want to make art. I'm tired of not painting. I'm tired of doing nothing on my days off. I'm tired of not making things. I want to build something with my hands. Whether this leads me to start up this company, go back to school to get a teaching degree to teach high school theater or art, or go hit the pavement and be the squeaky wheel my grandma always told me to be and apply at every theater I see. 

It's time to start. And you know what? You cannot start without "art". 

-RRM

[thattattoomomsheet]

Hello World

WELL! 

After constantly being bashed&bullied for putting all my thoughts, beliefs, and opinions on Facebook(Imagine that) I figured it was time to try and start a blog.  For those who actually give a crap what goes through my head daily. IF anyone does *nervous laugh*

Or it’s possible that I am sitting at home with 2 sick kiddos(and myself) and I am bored.  That is possible too, but it’s only a small one.  Forget I even said that. 

Before I try to pay to set up a blog, I wanted to see what would happen with Tumblr.  I love Tumblr anyway, so either way I will keep the account.  If it flops.. then it flops. 

Put your non pj PJ’s on, grab a snack, and buckle up... Because most of the time my life (and my thoughts) are pretty interesting.  

Between my home life, my past, my kiddos adventures/milestones, my career(tattoo artist), daily life, and my randoms thoughts/feelings?? I can guarantee it will not be boring!

So before I ramble endlessly on my first post let me leave it at that, while I try really hard to decide where to start on the next post! 

[calatx]

January 3rd, 2021

My first post shall be a little blog about me.

Hello, I’m unsure of my name. But for namesake, I’m 89. I like video games, writing, and drawing. I’m in a polyamorous relationship, but not a polycule. Yet. I want to have children in the future. I think I’d name my baby Diamond or Dea for short if it’s a girl, and Ezra if it’s a boy. My boyfriend loves the names. 

I’m also 18 years old, as of tomorrow. I’m currently in a discord call with friends and enjoying life. I feel as if things will get both easier and harder as my life progresses. Being 18 will definitely be a journey, and I can’t wait to share it with you guys.

Best of luck to you all during this 2021 year, and may your days be happier as they progress. 

[dametraveler]

This Is the Year to Start the Blog You've Always Wanted to Start and Here's How

This Is the Year to Start the Blog You’ve Always Wanted to Start and Here’s How

With a new year comes new inspiration and resolutions to propel us to new heights. If you’ve always dreamed of one day having your own blog to share your travels, your style or even your day-to-day thoughts… this is your year.

It’s been about five years since the formation of Dame Traveler’s blog, and over this time we’ve collected some outstanding resources for new, or soon-to-be bloggers. Here…

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Greetings Glorious Dreamcasters,

Im Sona /Ken and I had opened this blog to those who have questions or would like to see plans for fics that I have. (Or about me)

See ya later gators!

- Sona/Ken

[thoughtrecorder]

Introductions

Hello, my name is Amanda and I'd like to introduce you to my father-in-law Dave and all of his ridiculous adventures. Dave is a all-in-one handy man. Happily married with 3 adult boys (one of whom I married). I decided to create this blog to document some of the ridiculously funny things that happen on a regular basis.