Tuesday, May 10


Well, the lil sis made it to prom even after a major concussion last Tuesday. [second base runner collided with Jenn playing shortstop, how dare she knock a sister out] And didn't she look just bbeeeAutiful?! The moms and I spent all day with her through getting the hair did, makeup done and alas putting on her classic black and white gown. Graduation is next and I fear the tears will be a rollin. Love you Jenn!

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Tuesday, March 1


March 2, 2007
That day, the sun was shining boastfully
breaking free of its shy shell of
winter months. Patches of

ochre grass unveiled, preparing for
early March to renew its once enchanting
emerald blades which in turn

soften grounds for painted tulips, buttercups
and waves of wild flowers to roam. Indoors we
sit dutifully clicking and typing,

drawing, sketching and sewing. Phones
ringing, cheerful small talk, banter, laughter.
I, bemused, by this rare

day of beauty so strikingly opposite
of icy long-drawn days, finding it difficult
to concentrate on mundane monotonous 

office-like tasks. Fields of linen white
daisies, ripe pine trees, lilacs, sun-kissed days,
wind tousled waves of local lakes all seem to consume

my already consumed mind. Little did I know
all dreams aside, my grandfather
was dying that day.

One simple call, was not so simple. My
favorite character of a human being
no longer with warm hands or rosy cheeks,

no longer smiling his sheepish grin, or
able to corner me in the battle ring with
his sarcastic repartee defeats.

Walking through sunshine painted corridors of
a hospice mocking happiness in every
way. Paints are peeling, crowded rooms divided by

vomit stained curtains. Ugly stench of stale perfumes,
wilted flowers atop cell-like window sills, Grandfather
I am sorry we ever put you in such a place.

Nurses do not smile at my tear stained

face. Please do not carry on as though my Grandfather’s
life wasn’t just minutes ago wished away. Yet

I somehow manage to stumble on through
past uncles, aunts, mom and dad,
a near resemblance of a drunken bum. And there

you lay. A pile of bones so delicately arranged. With
a blanket draped of paper thin skin. Your room was dark as
our tears for you, formed puddles on the floor. Wasn’t

it just yesterday, Grandfather, that your belly proudly
exceeded your belt, that you sat in our kitchen
drinking your tea and eating moms snickerdoodles? Just yesterday

you light heartedly poked fun at me and patted my head
ever so gently ensuring me of your unquestionable love. Weren’t you
just laughing with your younger brother at our family picnic? And

playing with your grandchildren healthy in mind, body
and spirit? Grandfather, I questioned why that day started
so beautifully with blue skies, gossiping birds and hints of spring,

but ended so ugly with your fading breath. I assure myself
that nature and God gave you such a beautiful day
to put your aching body so peacefully to rest.

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Thursday, November 11

Fall Birthday Cards


Well, I am venturing into greeting cards! Ha or maybe homemade cards is more appropriate...

What mother doesn't "love" colored construction papered traces of our little itty bitty hands at Thanksgiving, or pink and red hearts at Valentines day, and even Christmas tree cutouts from green felt with glued on beads that threaten to fall off. What is great about mom(s), is that she will act like she won the lotto each time she opens a handcrafted card or when we present her with that school days project. Nothing makes a kids heart happy more than when they get a huge grin from mom, and a hug with the words of "I am so proud of you."

But.... I am no longer a kid with my 'play clothes' on, I am an adult striving to make it in this world. I love the concept of unique birthday and holiday cards. And my technology and skills have developed from scissors and construction paper, to computer and print design. *Sigh of relief* no more glue, paper and felt. Although, available upon request if you so wish. And I still get the pat on the back from mom whenever she sees something I have created. So here are a couple cards done this fall for those I love.

And thanks mom, for being my number one fan.



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Tuesday, November 9

And I'm Free Falling

Every September I tell myself, as well as Tracy and even the hairy chillins, that THIS fall is going to be the BEST fall. And by the time autumn has transitioned into snowstorms, frost and cloudy days, I am disappointed with the outcome.

But, I have no complaints this year. The leaves have fallen so prettily, our walks are accompanied by beds of orange, red, purple and brilliant green with a satisfying *crunch* at every step. We were scary at Halloween, celebrated birthdays - Tracy turned 25, handpicked our family of pumpkins at Greenbluff, our local pumpkin patch. We strolled through Spokane markets to find fresh cider and discovered homemade pumpkin doughnuts. Tracy and I even made caramel apples and managed to eat only two out of our batch of ten. 

Fall has always been my favorite season. It is not over yet, there will be mini bonfires with rum and cider drinks, friends and family game nights, crisp daily walks with Ruka and Bowser and time left to simply enjoy a couple more weeks, before the colors of autumn are swept free.

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Wednesday, December 16

First day, first blog entry. I welcome myself to the blogging world. I have created this blog to get out of this design/web funk I have been in. Apparently I just got too comfortable with my oh so simple yet drama filled life. I am excited to get more involved in design and fall in love with art/photography/advertising/print/web all over again, as I once was. This is my blog of recreating myself, hence the name.

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