Light and Darkness

Look what I did.

Who's doin it?!

simply

...

you

OZZY

Saw him in concert. It was great. More later. Bed now.

Hey.

I love you. Now, come find me.

secret exultation

I probably may never reveal it to you, but you may already know. It probably makes you uncomfortable because I am alone in my emotional reveal. Again, I'll probably always keep it quiet. It's ok. I don't expect anything in return.

I love you.

God's Last Meal

Marie Callender's Pot Pies make blind men see and lepers unlep.

Seriously.....this stuff is goooooood with a guh-ood.

Is it bad that I want molest its flakey crust with my tongue?

Strumming My Pain

I'm teaching myself how to play the guitar. I've always wanted to learn and it's on my bucket list. Emmy received a guitar from my sister years ago as a Christmas gift so....why the hell not?

Most of what I do is self-taught. I still have lots of lessons to learn: piano, crocheting, drawing, etc. I'm sure I could benefit from an expert's advice but I'm still enjoying the process. I must say that my fingertips are sore as are my joints. I don't know what hand exercises other than practicing scales and chords will alleviate the pain.

Seems silly but I'm proud of myself for picking this up. Dr. Z will understand this. I've tried to eliminate all joy from my life as punishment so introducing something into my life? Woh.....feels weird but I'm going to keep at it.

Now back to my chords.

A November Morning

Loving...

~ weather cold enough for crocheted booties
~ tapioco pudding
~ an orange Sharpie pen

Sunday Morning Joys

crisp 50 degree with no jacket
clean palette of blue sky
Bear Naked banana nut granola
a cold Braeburn apple

Just a Reminder

Anyone that wants me to be goo in their hands for a couple of lifetimes can purchase any of the following things. Note that this list is not comprehensive. Just a couple of things on it:

Frank Lloyd Wright house
Frank Lloyd Wright anything else (goo for only one lifetime though)
An island
A David C Roy Wood that Works sculpture

Kayla, b. October 31, 1991 d. January 6, 2009

My dad's dog had to be put down tonight. My sister called to tell me. Mixed feelings. She was an old dog. Seventeen years. I've never known an older dog. She lived a long life and it was a good one. But of course, I miss her and I hate losing someone that I love.

The sadder thing is that it felt like Kayla was the last connection to my dad. Having her around was almost like Pop was still around. Now, it's like a portal has closed. A relationship has been severed. And I miss my dad more.

sigh

Kayla was a great dog. Part Chow, part husky. Proctective of the family but so gentle with all the grandchildren. I have photos of Emma, months old, near Kayla. She never snapped at Em or my nephews when they were too rough with her tail. Always corralled them when they were over zealous in the backyard. Even in her senior years, she allowed my nephews to be handsie with her without a nip or growl.

Kayla,  Thank you for years of protection, love and fun. You were an amazing dog and I am ever so happy that you are with Pop now. I love you, puppy!

Just Thinking

Boyfriend List: We all have our boyfriend/girlfriend lists. My thirteen year old daughter has her own. Normal little crushes for her age like musicians and the like. However, her admiration extends to people I don't think other early teens would even take a second glance like Steven Colbert and Anderson Cooper. How cool is that?!

Jon Stewart: Jon had Mike Huckabee on tonight. They were discussing gay marriage, and Jon said something that rings true. Paraphrasing, of course, Jon said that in this country we support religious freedom, which is a lifestyle choice but we don't support the rights of the gay man/woman, who don't choose to be gay. Once the link to the interview is up, I'll share. If you get a chance, watch the interview. I heart you, Jon Stewart.

Zelda Pansy

Behold....puppy

 

She is nearly eight weeks old and part catahula and lab. Since she is Em's gift, Em named her.

The Quick Post where I tell you how awesome my kid is.

My very humble child wanted me to remind the world that she is amazing and awesome and none of you can compare to the snot bubbles that she blows.

Yeah...I added that last bit in for fun.