Saturday, April 7, 2012


It's a quiet day, and I'm a little under the weather so probably feeling a little meloncholic. Is that a word? Oh well, if not, I just created it. LOL

 Thinking about some things. Writing random stuff and inviting you to come along on my whimsy. 

 This picture below: the dimes, these are mine. I find dimes, only by themselves. Those are the ones I pick up. If they're with other coins, they're insignificant. 
I have many "found" dimes, which I store in this pretty little gilded box with a glass lid on my dresser. I've used my sisters jewelry stamps to make some pendants in which I have stamped "sign" or, "sign of the dimes", or "make life count". Really, I take the dimes I find as a sign that
I am never alone. When I find one, I thank the powers that be for reminding me someone is watching over me, and with me, always.
This one, the red barn snow scene, is right down the street from where I live. It's beautiful. We had snow at the end of March and I took a short drive and got this one gorgeous shot before I 
decided I should go back home where it was safe.
My hunny surprised me recently with tickets to Lady Antebellum, Darius Rucker and Thompson Square. He called and asked if I would like to go to see them with him, in true dating fashion. Sometimes he can be so romantic. We had just had a snow storm (as in above picture) and drove to Eugene for the concert. On the way it was fine, but the way home was not good. TONS of snow. But, we were in a 4 wheel drive, and I wasn't driving, and I was warm and safe with my sweet fiance. I got to enjoy the white of the night and get lost in music. And be thankful for being safe in the arms of love.

 Below is a door knocker I found attached to the most darling house for sale in Albany
about a year ago. I have  a thing for old doors, and even more of a thing for door architecture. I consider this beautiful art. What a lovely thing to greet you when you make a house call. Don't you think?

 We took the kids up past McDowell Creek last winter and found a rock quarry and did some target practice. It was fun, but you know me.. I'm more about the scenery. This was on the way home, out of the forest, when a dark patch of road came to this clear, blue sunny opening. Reminds me of being hopeful as light always follows darkness. 

Throwing in for good measure a picture of me being silly. We were camping last summer
at Loon Lake and I was drawing a heart in the sand. My daughter snapped the shot. All you get
to see is my happy, smiling face. Being silly is good. Very good for the soul. 

I don't think I will ever grow up.

 A beautiful day en route to Carson City, Nevada last Memorial Day. We had snow in May at
Lake Tahoe. I just love a pretty barn picture.

By the way, all of these photos, are mine.

 This one is of my late sister-in-law Teresa and my brother Jim. It was near her birthday and the family rented a beach house (well, Jimmy did and we all came to stay too) just south of Newport. It was the weekend my Dad and step-mom Darlene were married. 

Can't help but feel sad.  

But it is a gentle reminder that life is precious and not to be
taken for granted. You never know when your time is up. 

Love them while you can.

Ah, and this one, below, reminds me of how young and dumb we can be. 

It also reminds me of how when we are so young and dumb, we don't know how we really do, at that age, have the power to do anything our heart desires. We just have to get over the limits we place on ourselves. GO OUT AND DO WHAT YOU DESIRE! The world is ours at that age. 

(jumped off soap box and fell flat on my face)

(got back up and dusted myself off, and moved on)

I think I was 15 in this picture. Chantel is a baby laying on my bed there, you can barely see her. I held Chantel as a baby, and I've held Chantel's own baby in my arms and before you know it, I'll be holding Chantel's baby's baby in my arms. 

And they will be young and dumb too. 

And here below are the two people that made such an impression on me, especially at that
young and dumb age above. If not for these two, I would not be the person I am today. A good person.  I firmly believe in the ability of ONE person (or two) to make a total difference in the life
of a child. If you can be that one person, please be it. You will be remembered, and treasured

for always.

 Looking back. And looking forward. Sometimes a meloncholic kind of day is good for you. Reflection is good.  Good for the soul.