As I sat in the living room this morning putting my socks & boots on, the thought came to me "how lucky I am" I'm not really one who looks for bliss, or living the dream, I don't think I've ever thought of myself as being lucky. Today though, while walking through the house half dressed, cup of coffee in hand that Mike had made before his 3 mile walk with PeJoe. The pile of clothes in the bedroom and then the pile on the dining room table that was there from last night after drying it all day outside because I don't want to buy a new dryer. The living room table with the morning sun on it showed a lot of our animals furr, which we have our animals because of me. I could go on and on about how living with me can be difficult, most days, but my man Mike...he is the best and I am totally lucky that he loves me and gets me and understands that it is more important for me to art then it is to put all these fricken piles of laundry away or vacuum or such.
Journal page from the other day
Journal spread after my trip to DC with Mike
My girl Matilda Rae 1999~2011
My girl Char ready to make some art!
I'm beginning to think Cal has his Dads legs.
Zackery and Amy
Oh Mr. Brady with PeJoe good friends
Its hard at times to believe this is my son...I thought he was like six or something...Time does fly