Leaves

What a beautiful day yesterday.

mid October and it felt like a late spring day.

before the boy got home from school 

my girl and i started raking leaves into a pile.

starting with my boy's first October, 

i have tried to get a kid pic every year in a pile of leaves.

yesterday i was determined to get this year's.

when the boy got home we got some pictures.

then we worked on making the pile bigger.

he got the wagon and used it as his trailer.

i raked.

then.

they.

JUMPED!

inquiring minds want to know.

today as the kids and i were leaving WalMart we saw a road painter.

Elijah saw it and was excited.

he was asking what it painted on the road.

i told him it painted the lines.

he was confused because he couldn't see any paint coming from it.

"it's not painting right now, 

it's on it's way to a job probably"

i said with my great wisdom.

"Maybe it's going to Africa."

i sure didn't expect that.

i told him i was pretty sure that it wasn't heading to Africa, 

it is a little far for a day's work.

"do they have to paint lines in Africa?"

He has a friend, Noah, who lives in Africa (Uganda) with his parents right now.

i told him we'd ask Noah's parents that question.

he seemed happy with that.

So...

Jamie & Vanessa..

are there lines painted on the roads in Africa?

an inquiring 5 year old mind wants to know.

a picture is worth...

I have a plan to write here every other day (from mon to fri)

and the other days i post on my other blog (see here)

some days, however, i just don't have anything to say here.

i always have photos to post on the other one...

but this one is to mainly share about life.. 

today i think i'll just share 2 pics.

if a picture is worth 1000 words than think of this post as being worth 2080.

(yes i counted the ones i had already written....2089)

visited by Aslan

3 nights ago.

i am summoned downstairs by tears and my little girl calling my name.

"Mommy, i saw a mean lion."

she proceeded to tell me that he kept saying Roar, Roar, Roar.

i sang to her for a bit - but she wouldn't close her eyes.

"mommy, i'm going to dream about a nice dragon and a nice unicorn."

still refusing to close her eyes.

i asked her if i could pray with her before i continued to sing.

 idea of my prayer:

"Dear Jesus,

please help the lion say sorry to dakota for scaring her, 

and let him tell her he didn't mean to scare her but wanted to be her friend.

help her sleep with good, funny, happy dreams"

i sang a little longer.

we cuddled.

finally she said she could sleep.

she closed her eyes and as i headed to the door she opened them with a huge smile

"mommy, the lion said sorry 

and now the dragon and unicorn are going to be his friend.

he was a nice lion."

2 nights ago.

crying for me.

i walked into my little girl's room.

"mommy i'm scared of the dark."

i lay down with her

she stared blankly, still sad.

i rubbed her back and finally she said

"mommy, the lion, the one i saw the 'nother night...

 i didn't know what he was trying to say because he kept saying 

Roar, Roar, Roar.

But he was telling me that Jesus died."

big smiles.

i asked if he also said Jesus rose again.

"yes, mommy.  

i didn't know what he was saying but now i know.

he said roar roar roar, but i only say meow meow meow.

he was a nice lion.

i just didn't know.

he was saying about Jesus."

Last night.

i was telling Dan about the past 2 night with dakota.

dan smiled.

"isn't it funny how Aslan visited her to tell her about Jesus, 

and she doesn't know about the Narnia stories at all."

i liked what he said.  

today.

"mommy, 

the lion, the one from the 'nother night.

he said he wouldn't be back.

i won't see him again."

i asked if she wanted to see him again.

"yeah... maybe he'll come back one day."

"one of those days....."

one of those days...
one of those mornings to be exact.
i'm tired.
the boy is tired.
the girl is awake early and happy as can be.

i went to wake Elijah this morning and he actually got up quite quickly.
his sister was already at the table eating her Rice Krispies.
i made him his bagel with peanut butter.
things were going well.

finally i remembered to pray with them for the day.
why..
why does it feel like things go downhill after you pray.

i asked them to get dressed.
i got Elijah's shirt drawer open for him - it only has one handle on it, so he has problems opening it.
i got out Dakota's clothes.
she got dressed.
Elijah didn't.

he played with lego instead.
oh, he had a shirt under him on the floor.
he then started crying because i told him to stop playing and get his clothes.
for the rest of the morning everything became a fight.

he ended up having no play time before we went out to the bus.
the kids usually get about 5-10 minutes of indoor play before we put on our shoes and coats.
if they haven't fought at all.

he whined and cried getting on shoes.

ok.
let me pause here.
i am not the angel mom speaking softly and gently encouraging my kid.
with unlimited patience and smiles.
"oh he's just tired, everything will be peachy-keen" in my sing-song voice.

i get frustrated.
i will yell when i'm fed up with him not listening.
i let things add on to other things...
something dan and i have actually had a conversation about.. not to do that.
i want to cry.
and no, i did not want to drive him to school.

so, i did try.
i honestly tried to stay calm..
i failed.
and then it snowballs from there.
am i the only one who reacts like this?
it sure feels like this some days.

finally we got out.
they usually have about 7-10 minutes to play outside before the bus.
not today.
i had him grab his backpack from beside the door and bring it down to the end of the driveway.
dakota went to play.
happy-go-lucky.
elijah lugged his oh-so-heavy backpack full of bricks crying the whole time wanting me to take it "it's too heavy."
(it had less in it today than yesterday, and he was fine yesterday)
i waited, and watched for his bus.

he was half way across the driveway, finally, when his sister offered to do teamwork.
his reaction
"no" and snatch the backpack out of reach.

when he made it and then dropped it beside our fence post he cried.
i told him i could see his bus coming.
the tears flowed freely.
i picked him up.
i had made a comment about if he didn't whine all the way he might have had time to play.
he curled into me saying he didn't whine all the way.
the tears got harder as the bus stopped at the stop before ours.

"i don't want to go on the bus."
was his new cry.
now i wanted to cry.
all the emotions from last year came flooding back to me.
i began to fear that this crazy, fight of a morning has set him emotionally back.
however,
he didn't want to go on the bus, and he cried freely,
he got his backpack on and walked with me to the open bus doors.

our bus driver had this sad look on her face when she saw the tears.
"Its been one of those mornings"
i said.
she called up his wonderful, regular babysitter from the back and she came and sat with my weeping boy.

and they were off.
i started crying, quietly, as kota and i headed up to the house.
sometimes i feel like i failed my kids.
this morning i felt like that.
i honestly try..
i pray for strength.
i know elijah needs me to be calm.. he will calm faster.
i know it, but when i don't do it..
when i allow myself excuses..
"i'm tired too" "he listened yesterday" "he's 5.  not a baby"
.....

does anyone out there feel the same?
do you have "one of those days"?
or am i alone with this?

i know i am a good...great mom.
my kids know i love them, dearly.
mornings like this though are rough, emotionally.

i just want to cuddle my kids, and remind them over and over again how much i love them.
i know independence and consequences are needed...


please don't give me advice.
please if you're going to judge me - shut your trap and keep it to yourself.
just let me know you have these moments too.

independence

Today my boy went to school with a white..

well,

formerly white, t-shirt.

his dark blue jeans have a hole in the knee.

that i noticed as we got ready to meet the bus.

his grey Finn McMissle socks used to be white.

at least his face was washed.

his hat will help his hair settle down.

when you tell a 5 year old to go pick out his clothes...

***

when my girl gets to pick her clothes 

she looks as though she is in pajamas..

she goes for the "comfy" look.

love their uniqueness...

their independence...

yet, thankful i still have veto power.

love you kids.

Thanksgiving

I am hosting Thanksgiving dinner. 

on Sunday

my parents and dan's parents are coming.

i love hosting dinners like this.

i am thankful for Thanksgiving.

why?

it is a day where i am made to think of what i am thankful for.

it's so easy to grumble.

to complain.

to nit-pick.

to criticize.

to frown.

 day to day.

it's easier to look at the problems

than the blessings.

10 things i am thankful for:

(in no particular order)

1. That God created this world, and that He loves me.

2. my husband.  

3. my kidlets.

4. my family 

(Boyles, Quiggs, Dixons, Spooners, Murphys, Stricklands, etc.etc.)

5. God is creative and has blessed me with creativity.

6. i have a house to live in.

7. my dad beat cancer.

8. autumn.

9. that Elijah loves school this year.

10. turkey dinners :)

i need to remember to be thankful all year round.

but i am thankful we have this weekend to focus on the blessings in our lives, 

because sometimes i forget to be thankful on a regular day.

What are some things you're thankful for?

Elijah's brought this home from school.  He figured out how to spell each of our names on his own.
Love how he spelled daddy

Dakota's work for Cubbies.
She had to draw the 6 days of creation.
in #1 it's a light bulb.  in #3 it's land..the big orange blob is a high mountain and the thin circle lines are the echo.

grey

Grey.

i have hair that color.

not a lot.

but they're there.

i don't plan on dying my hair just because of those hairs.

if i dye my hair i want it to be just because i want to.

i've had black hair, 

i've allowed my natural brown to stay, 

i've had red hi-lites, 

i've had hair with a burgundy tint, 

i've had a bleached portion of my hair.

i've done sun-in in sections.

i've had a 'q-tip' looking perm.

i've had a boy-cut.

i've had dreadlocks.

i guess i can now add that my hair has some natural red hi-lites 

with a grey accent to it.

by the way.

my dreads are out.

i miss them.

but no matter what.

if i dye it.

if i dread it.

it'll stay long.

i want long grey hair.

no short, permed, grey hair for me.

i'm kind of thinking of having grey dreads one day.

Grey hair is a crown of splendor, 

it is attained by a righteous life.

 Proverbs 16:31

The glory of young men is their strength,

grey hair the splendor of the old.

Proverbs 20:29

**i don't think of myself as old... although i am only 3 years away from 40.  haha! isn't that considered ancient?**

celebrate the little things

BAH!

i just wrote an entry and then deleted it all.

why?

because i just couldn't share it.  too personal.

i titled this entry before i started typing, but the entry took on a life of it's own.

i spilled my heart out.

and didn't get to the point of the title.

maybe next time i'll share it, but this entry is something else i want to share.

the other day 

last wednesday, to be exact.

i cheered for the day, 

as the kids and I were having breakfast.

i cheered and titled the day:

Woot Woot Wednesday!

the kids laughed.

i told them why it was 

Woot Woot Wednesday.

it was a day for :

Elijah to go to school.

Dakota to go to music class.

Pizza night!

Elijah to go to Streetwise 

(the church mid-week program for his age)

Dakota to go to Cubbies 

(church mid-week program for her age)

therefore, 

Woot Woot Wednesday!!

Dan and I were discussing the idea of celebrating the little things.

not: "Yay, Little Joey ate a ham sandwich!!"

unless, of course, little joey always refused a ham sandwich before.

but allowing them to be proud of things they accomplish,

or things that they enjoy.

we want to celebrate with them.

starting with little things that happen 

so that when bigger things happen they know they can be proud of themselves, 

or others.

and can celebrate.

so when elijah wants daddy to play the 'frisbee game' on his iphone,

and elijah gets excited that daddy won the level.

dan will encourage that cheering.  

or when dakota climbs up on the top of our massive dirt hill

i will cheer from down below, 

as she raises her hands and yells 

"i did it!"

I want my kids to be excited about life, 

and what it has to offer.

i want them to not be afraid to show excitement,

just because the rest of the world seems to think life is humdrum.

God created my children with amazing abilities and passions..

i am looking forward to seeing those grow, 

and i want them to seek those whole heartedly.

when i am on stage i can laugh, jump, be a goof, dance..

whatever.

but, 

when i'm myself.

when i'm Michelle.

i get afraid of what others are going to say, or think.

i want to be like my kids,

love life, 

laugh easily, 

dance like a fool, 

so while they're kids 

i will do all that with them,

and encourage them to do it, 

so as they grow older

maybe they won't be afraid to celebrate the little things.

**by the way, last Wednesday Elijah told me "Mom, you're a Woot Woot Wednesday"**

Visiting the Nursery

My little girl and i went to the Nursery.

Sandhill Nursery, to be exact.

Yesterday afternoon.

later this week, 

at the end of the school day

my friend and i were hoping to take our 5 kids

but yesterday i decided to bring my little girl to go check it out.

the theme this year is safari.

Hay animals.

Maze.

(no photos of this)

pumpkins...

lots of pumpkins.

and of course the donkeys.

we had a great time.

Cirque du Soleil: Amaluna

on saturday i had date night with my hubby.

we drove to Toronto

after a stop at my parents' apt. we were on our way.

First stop: Tuckers Marketplace for supper.

where is it?

it used to be there.

oh well...

Boston Pizza for supper.

mmm cactus cut potatoes.

Then to the Big Top.

parking.. no problem.

we were fifteen minutes early

(for entering the outer tent..so 75 mins. early for the show.)

we walked around the streets, 

just checking out the area.

The Toronto Skyline looked amazing.

storm clouds overhead, with some sun fighting through to reflect off some windows.

i didn't bring my camera - 

no photos allowed in the show and i wasn't going to leave it in the car. 

Into the outer tent.

and yes, that's what it was.

ooohhh i love the circus feeling.

Cirque du Soleil gave that feeling but so much more too.

i was there not to watch a variety of acts...

but to watch a performance.

after a chilly wait outside for out door to open.

we were in.

i entered into a different world.

i, honestly, can't describe it.

(believe me, i tried and then had to delete it since it didn't do it justice)

Then it began.

the characters began to mingle in the crowd.

peacocks, drums, clowns, lizard (?)

so much to see, not enough eyes to see it.

a story woven together through circus style performances.

laughter..

mouth dropping awe...

teeth clenching nervousness...

wanting to see everything, but missing some.

Live music, 

playing with the performance, 

guiding it, yet, following it.

i tried.

i don't know how to explain it.

go see one and you'll understand.

the problem with a production like that is..

it has to end.

i anticipate, 

i am in awe

it ends.

we wanted McDonalds Milkshakes on the way back to my parents'.

first location:  

"our system is currently down for 5 - 10 minutes" 

second location:

"we are currently have no milkshakes"

third location:

success!

we wanted to stop at a 4th McDonalds just to see if they could give us milkshakes.

what an amazing date night.

thank you daniel for those tickets.

thank you for loving the arts as i do.

*sorry no pics of the night*

Cirque

This weekend I have the opportunity to go see

Amaluna.

i am so excited.

i have been wanting to see a Cirque du Soleil for a while.

My amazing husband got tickets for my birthday

and this Saturday we go.

a song for September.

This song makes me smile.

simple as that.

hope it makes you smile too.

Terry Fox Run 2012: completed

Sunday was the Terry Fox Run

my parents came up to be here for it.

the plan:

my dad would walk the 5km with Dakota in the running stroller.

Dan would bike with Elijah the 10km.

I would run (no dog this year) the 5km.

*I made my decision*

Sunday morning Dan went down to check out his bike, 

and make sure all the tires, bikes & stroller, had air.

while he worked on the bike the kids went to the basement to join him.

from the basement a noise is heard.

SMACK!

then comes the noise of a child crying...

no, crying is not the word..

screaming.

i knew dan was down there, so i didn't run down.. 

and he didn't call for me. 

when the scream/crying didn't subside i headed on my way down.

He had Elijah in his arms.

the wailing was from our son.

his nose was bleeding and his lip looked as though some of that blood was from it.

We got him upstairs and i sat with him on the couch.

we iced.

he cried.

"mommy, i wish this was after."

after the terry fox run, that is.

he was definitely not feeling up to biking with daddy.

but he wanted to still.

by 10:15 we were on our way to the high school.

with bikes loaded up.

Dan brought his running shoes just in case elijah decided to sit with gramma.

the tears continued.

the blood stopped.

the lip stopped growing.

Elijah didn't want to ride.

correction.

he wanted to ride.

he just didn't feel good enough to ride.

tears stopped but were right there, waiting..

he sat with gramma.

i gave him a hug before we headed out on the run.

"i love you" i said.

"love you too" through tears starting again.

"i wish i could do it." he said..as my tears started...

and...

we were off...

dan and i running, 

me fighting tears.

dakota with papa.

i was so thankful i had dan running with me.

we talked most of the run.

and...

i RAN 5KM.

the past years I walked small sections 

this year i didn't walk once.  

i did it.

we did it.

my dad did it.

elijah is going to ride his bike next year, he says.

bottom right: i'm running for - (and with) my dad.  for Jack Verzyden. for Dr. Hillier.

holding back tears.

we did it. 

dad and kota finishing up.

our terry fox run team this year.

i have a daughter.

i'll be honest.

i always wanted boys.

if i had to have a daughter i wanted her second.

but i wanted my son first.

i was a second, and last, child.

i had an older brother.

if i had to have a girl i wanted her to experience having an older brother.

if i had to have a girl.

i wanted boys.

only boys.

i had a boy first.

"it's a girl"

i heard after the second labor experience.

i actually paused in my reaction.

they were the words i, honestly, expected

but not the words i wanted to hear.

i had a girl.

oh crap..that means girl puberty.

that means girl crazy emotions.

i pray my daughter grows into a woman who seeks God

i pray she has confidence, strength, beauty...

i pray she knows her beauty is in her character not her physicality.

i need to be that example.

oh crap.

i adore my daughter.

she easily laughs.

she easily smiles.

she hugs.

she giggles.

she has crazy energy.

she is adventurous.

she is fearful.

she loves to sing.

she loves to dance.

she has an amazing imagination.

she adores her older brother.

she wants to do everything her older brother does.

she is shy.

she is social.

she loves jokes.

she needs mommy when she is sad.

we have been spending tons of time together since her brother has been in full time school.

i don't know why i, ever, hesitated in responding.

I have a daughter.

i have a beautiful, crazy, adorable girl.

she had my heart when i saw those awesome huge blue eyes.

I love you 'kota-girl'.

don't ever doubt that.

Batman

My little boy was playing with his Batman and his Metroman figures.

he liked that they were both good guys who stopped the bad guys.

after playing for a while he had to come get his shoes on to go to meet the schoolbus.

He walked into the kitchen, looked at batman and then up at me.

E: "Mommy i wish we had Batman where we live."

Me: "oh yeah.  what does batman do?"

E: "he stops the bad guys"

M: "We have people in our town that do that, they're just not batman."

he just looked at batman again, and then, questioningly, at me.

M: "what do the police do?"

E: "i don't know."

M: "do they stop bad guys?"

E: "yeah."

M: "so we don't need batman do we?"

a little smile formed and he looked at batman again.

E: "No."

Thank you to our 'fighters of crime'

side note: this was two days ago.  

he loves batman because he fights the bad guys.  

today he ran either 'fight club' or 'mortal kombat' with is toys.  

all i heard was "Ok...FIGHT!"

too funny.

Terry Fox Run 2012

This coming Sunday is the Terry Fox Run.

i have run the 5km the past 2 years and was determined to work myself up to the 10km.

i started training to do the 10km.

i was on a roll.

i was at about 7km.

i haven't run in 2 months. 

i allowed things to get in the way with my training.

i don't know if i'll run the 10km.

i may debate it even up to the day.

last year i ran 5km (with the dog)

Dan and elijah biked the 10km.

my dad pushed dakota while running the 5km.

(See here for last year's post)

little did we know, at the time, that dad had cancer in his neck.

it was, thankfully, treatable.

i watched my dad endure the chemo and radiation.

i watched his body struggle with the entire process.

his cancer was stage 3, but localized.  

it did not spread.

it did not take his whole body.

it did not take his life.

my kids have their papa, 

he shouldn't have to see the radiation/chemo docs again.

that's what he was told.

(the first time the kids saw papa after all his chemo and radiation were done.  easter 2012)

i watched him deteriorate as the cancer was being fought.

i thought about those who have a wider spread of cancer...

have had cancer diagnosed...again..

those who have radiation and chemo for the rest of their lives.

i thought of the families who don't still have their loved ones because the cancer won.

my dad...

terry fox...

mary williamson...

aunt judi...

aunt jill...

dr. hillier...

jack verzyden...

my cousin Amanda (Boyle)

i am running the Terry Fox run for them. 

(and any others i regretfully forgot to mention)

some of those people would not be alive today if they hadn't had treatment..

some of those people lived as long as they did because of cancer research and treatment..

some of those people will be going through it and are praying the treatment will give them the life they hope to continue living...

it doesn't matter if i'm running the 10km.

it doesn't matter if i'm running or walking the 5km

or biking 10km.

i'm running.

that's what matters.

those names will be on my mind while i run.

who would you run for?

school days: SK edition 2

"Dear Jesus, 

thank you for making school, so i can go to it.

amen."

my little boy's prayer last night.

"Dear Jesus, 

thank you that he loves school this year.

amen."

my prayer last night.

day 3 happening right now.

He has been loving going.

he is excited about going.

his sister wishes she was going on the bus with him.

next year, little one.

School Days: SK Edition

grade:

senior kindergarten (sk)

age: 

five

year in school career: 

second

last week, wednesday i believe, i had the chance to bring my big boy to meet his teacher.

(his teacher from last year had retired)

We went to the same classroom he had from last year
and had a chance to speak with her and allow him to look around and get comfortable.

he had a rough start last year and i figured meeting her would help out the start.

we found out his best friend will be back in his class.

that was a relief.

it was a good meeting.

i found out on the weekend that he will also have a new bus driver.

i received a phone call from said driver on Monday.

our pick up time is a little earlier,
but i was thankful for the phone call, and a brief conversation with her.

there are some changes for our boy, but also some consistency.

praying this second year starts better.

we have decided to send him all 5 days.

i told him that he's going to be in school for the same days that daddy works, and that excited him.

i still don't like a 4 or 5 year old in school all day 5 days a week, 

but he hated missing things at the end of the year.

we'll see how this goes.

i will be open to cutting out a day if it is too much.

"mommy i will make new friends."
as he waited for the bus to stop.  
I know you will, little one, i know.

Memories captured thru my camera's eye.

Can't believe school begins in just a few days.

since our summer is winding down i decided to look back at some memories made.

Happy Birthday Canada.

Lots of playing at parks..

Huntsville, 

Utterson,

Bracebridge, 

Toronto...

Beach Days.

Beautiful Sunshine,

cool water,

lots of sand...

Slurpees.

mmmmm.

Walks,

with Grandma & Grandpa, 

with mom & dad, 

with Papa & gramma,

picking raspberries along the way...

Bubbles...

birthdays...

haircuts...

Train trips..

Toronto stays...

RibFest, Scarborough...

Lion Safari..

(some lion safari pics - click HERE)

Grandma & Grandpa got a new boat..

tubing, 

skiing, 

wakeboarding..

Tree Climbing...

Soccer...

What a great summer.

The kids go camping with Grandpa & Grandma this weekend

then it's back to the school year routine for all of us.

Hope your summer was full of memories, 

smiles, 

laughter,

lessons learned, 

joy, 

family.

born again

i love this song.

i have loved it since i first heard it on the radio...

or did i have the cd by then?  

radio i think.

i just wanted to share this.

dream:

  i also would love to sing the girl's part one day.

and not just in my home or car :)

goals accomplished.?

So, i have the day to myself.
the kidlets are with my parents.
hubby is at work.
i slept in (8am).
i got groceries...some still need to be put away.
i ate lunch then folded laundry, while watching Numb3rs on Netflix.
i then put a few more groceries away.
finally i headed down to work on a tile mosaic i'm working on for our bathroom.
i have the music blaring...my fave way to work.
i have my tea...yummy.

while singing, just as loud as my accompaniment...
(Counting Crows, Coldplay, John Mayer and friends)
I also do some thinking.

I am a multi-tasker!

i love photography.
i love reactions to photos i took.
i love being creative.

my dream growing up was to be a wife and mom.
my goal in life was to follow God, and live for Him.

done...and done...(well, work in progress for the goal)

what happens now?
.....
what happens when the dreams i had have happened..
did i dream too small?
should i have been dreaming that as a wife and mom i was going to do more?
should my goal instead of following God and living for Him have been to change the world?
i am creative.
i have never questioned that.
but when it comes to dreams and goals i feel as though my creativity doesn't come thru.
i don't dream big enough.

i'm afraid of failure.
i don't know how far it goes back, but i fear failing.
i am 37 years old and my biggest fear is failure.
i am petrified to step out and do something that i may fail at.

so now it comes down to my dream that maybe i could do something with photography.
what an awesome thing to do as a stay at home mom.
today i started feeling like 'what's the point?'
everyone with a camera and a good photoshop program can take amazing photos now a days.
i have a nice camera..only the lens it came with... and no photoshop program.
- - currently those cost money.
i hate money.

see my excuses.
why i shouldn't keep going.
i will always have excuses..
it keeps me from failing in the end.
don't pursue, and i won't disappoint.

i almost didn't audition for our church's Christmas Play way back..
my friend (worship pastor's wife) encouraged me to do it and actually phoned her husband and booked my audition time.
I had no excuse.
i have been doing the plays ever since.. and anything else with drama in our church that i can.
i believe i'm good at it.
i am passionate about it.
that's how i feel about photography.
expressing myself.

so... i was feeling pretty crappy.
i was sitting here typing this blog entry when our crazy beast of a dog jumped up and barked.
Barb was at my door.
i had done a head shot for her.
she brought me the program, from the play she did wardrobe for.
with the head shot in it.
she came to encourage me.
thanks Barb.
you're the best.
i do feel encouraged.
you have done nothing but encourage me in 2 areas i feel as though i am gifted.
drama and photography.

so, that's that.

blogs and photos

So, i have a blog that i'm devoting entirely to my photography.
hope you check it out.

Life Thru My Lenz