Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Nola...


OK...some more info on the new pup aka Mark's daughter:) She is as sweet as can be and well worth the work (I say that only as she is laying peacefully asleep on my lap). She is a pure-breed French Bulldog from champion lines and she knows it! She has a playful personality and is loved by all who meet her. She is also stubborn as an ox...I think that's the saying. She loves playing with Mark and to follow me all around the house, including to the bathroom and while I'm in the shower. She is spoiled rotten-which includes sleeping in bed with Mark and I. I know it's a bad habit...I just can't stand to hear her cry.

So, I guess you could say that we're parents. It makes the thought of actual parent hood seem to fade further into the distance...just don't tell my mom:) Mark and I are both learning a lot of nurturing skills and who is the good cop (Mark) and who is the bad cop (me)! Who would have guessed (said with heavy sarcasm). Anyone who knows us could have guessed that...

Well let me know if anyone has any puppy advice...

Monday, February 19, 2007

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Let the DOMESTICATION continue...



Thank you again my darlings for yet another wonderful night of deliciously hand-crafted food, meticulous material creations, late night talks and slumber parties!! Oh the comfort of conversations that flow through politics and current events to the names of our unborn-adopted children. Then on to social stratification found in poverty and then to our "colors" and International make-out sessions. I love you all more than words can say! You are my best friends and my family, I truly don't know what I would do without your love, support and constant laughs!!

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Why do I allow the emotions that follow my circumstances to rule me?

I love the sensative beating heart inside my chest...but I do not love way that I allow it to rule my life. I desire to walk a steady balance between heart and logic. I cannot handle the feelings of being tossed in the wind of emotion like a ragdoll.
I fell helpless.
I fell enslaved.
I fell weak.
At times I feel that I fit perfectly in the steps I have chosen. At other times I feel like I am much too weak to be working with the kinds of people I do. But that is the problem, the "I feel.." statement. I want to start thinking more, and feeling less. Or maybe I'll just trying to do both at the same time...

Sunday, January 7, 2007

Just braggin' on my boy...



My husband is a carpenter...he built this custom cabinetry last month. I just wanted to brag on him!!

Monday, January 1, 2007

Christmas Pictures

Yes...my mom is reaching for my...


Warming up by the fire















Sporting the original design of my new clothing line...aprons and oven mits.








it was brown and dead within two days...
guess were not ready for a puppy yet!