Pretty In Pink... Perfect In Paisley!

 I sometimes need to remind myself why I do the things I do. It's a calling, a purpose and it is a way for me to be creative. The adult as a child who was left alone to her own devices... her imagination! Writing is my first love, photography second, and my paintings have enriched my life, offering another perspective into what I see visually. Only some understand this and it is ok! Teaching has been the creme to the Brulee. It has been a way to get my mind off of TV and the division this world has become. The dreamers and the painters are so much more enjoyable to be around! I know I am redundant when it comes to preaching about living another way of life. I have seen too many become miserable humans stuck in a 3-D world and expect everyone around them to tolerate such bad behavior. The conditions that have made people angry and insensitive to those who do not share the same sentiment. Their minds are brainwashed to a condition that has made them sick, unhappy, and depressed. The

 Making it through this week's heat was ludicrous! If I have yet to complain enough about not having properly working AC in my house; my kid's truck that I am driving, also has no air! I can not tell you the number of times I said to my kitchen staff if you can't find me, check the cooler! One night my window unit stopped functioning and I woke up drenched in sweat. Anyone who has been in this house for longer than a minute knows the circulation and/or ventilation in the attic is inadequate and the amount of heat in the summer my attic holds permeates through this house! Please please let us get past this summer. I am over it! I said to the kid yesterday, as soon as the temps drop this week, please cut the grass. There are no goats available right now and our newest addition (more on that in a minute) Francis Bean is going to get lost in what now seems to be a swamp-like knee-deep condition of gangly growing grass! What started out this year as a mud pit has turned into a r

 I have written so many times on many subjects. It has almost become rhetorical and redundant but here we are! I have been up since 2:00 am. After sleeping the day away yesterday, the 15000 steps which equals 6.5 miles a day caught up to me, and the body said, drop! Without fail I had no other choice, I couldn't move yesterday if someone paid me! Fridays are my day off and may be my only day off for a while. Oh ya know "us girls looking for someone to take care of us and that is so into ourselves" {I laugh with that evil undertone} continues to seek opportunities to get out of the fresh hell we've been thrown into. Anger may be an understatement and the resentment I hold towards... is something I am having to work through. It's not the work or the job or even the new establishment I'm lending my hand, it's the false promises that were made that strung me along for too many years and the chances too many were given to improve a lifestyle that I can not wrap

  Captains'  log, August 18th, Sunday; somewhere floating between the sun and the moon. Speeding forward, Fuel is full in this vessel. Daily life has been challenged. Thankful to be steering onward but not happy driving with no end in sight!  The crew is wearisome and my morale is just. {I think this is how Captain Kirk would have started his musing of the day} Although I probably would relate a bit more to Carrie Bradshaw's writings. "Some experiences are better known for appreciating the fleeting moments of mishaps. It may not be the vessel but the person steering it, onward in a more provincial direction with purpose and intent. Making sure that tomorrow's arrival brings an advantageous style around the sun and the moon which we all exist. " Nonetheless, here I am! Ta Da!!! Back at it... Meandering between finishing books I started 13 years ago! "When He Had Her" and "Sea Side Shore" Food for thought, fodder for knowledge, and creative insig