Project 365 - Day 95

I love tattoos.I don't love every one's tattoos. But I love the idea of them. These designs show the artwork of our life. Our experiences, who we are, were, or who we hope to become. I hope for my tattoos to tell the story of my life. My love for God, my family, the things that bring me joy and peace, and maybe someday unfortunately even my hurt. Not every one out there will see my tattoos as I do (and will). But I believe that those that share an emotional connection with me will.

Also, you can't love tattoos without loving Shavon, my new and now only tattoo artist. She is a true artist from the person she is to the work that is done with her hands. It is an honor just to spend time with her. She is the type of personality that defines interesting.

http://purplelotusbodyart.com/

Project 365 - Day 94

Ice cream for being such a brave girl. Isabella had some tests done to her eye today that were pretty scary. And she did an amazing job. Better than most adults would have done. And Anne, she would have had to been drugged first. But not my brave Isa. She just got it done. Her biggest complaint was the tests were boring. So she got to choose what she wanted as a treat for being so brave and well behaved. She asked for ice cream. That's my girl (except I would have gotten something with chocolate or peanut butter). Isn't it a shame that as we grow older, treats for good behavior become less and less;) One of the doctors at the hospital told Isabella that next time she should ask for a pony. Thankfully he said that after her request was for ice cream was made:)

I love my girls. (I love ice cream too)





Project 365 - Day 93

I have the worst night vision. Unless I know the area well, I can't see to save my life. So lights at night are my friends. The problem with outside lights, is I find them to be tacky. They usually make an area look man made and ugly. They take away, as so much does, from the natural beauty of our environment. But I love these lights. I think they are charming. And being that it's Halloween, I think they have a bit of a spooky feel to them as well. Spoooooky:)

Project 365 - Day 92

Blah for Mondays. I have no reason to dislike Mondays. I don't work. Rob works weekends, so Monday is the same as Saturday. The girls don't go to school. I have nothing planned for Mondays. But for some reason I still hate them. Blah for Mondays. I don't want to talk about today. So instead I took a picture of my wall. I love my wall. I may want a wall like this in every home we live in now. The only problem is Arnie goes up there a lot, my sweet Arnie:), and he knocks some of the frames and makes them crooked. I'm too much of a whimp to go up there and fix them. So they look more abstract than I would like. But I still love my wall:)

Project 365 - Day 91

I am finding that my days are being lived moment by moment. That moment is a good one, or a bad one. Once again, I still, and probably always will, live off of my emotions. Everything that is said or done triggers a feeling that then decides what turn my day will take. At the end of the day I can end up in a daze.

My days aren't steady enough. I'm not yet sure how to change that, or if I can. I am learning that I love things that I can see and smell though. I find it simple to like or dislike an object or subject off of sight or smell. Some of those sights and smells remind me of a time. Every now and then in life I walk out of my front door and the air takes me back to a time of my life, not an event or a moment, just a time. Amazing what just a smell in the fresh air can do.

I can't keep myself surrounded by happy smells being that I live in a zoo;) But I can try to surround myself with happy sights. And one is my curtains. I can remember every place I lived that had curtains that I loved, which btw is a very slim list. But these curtains, I love. They aren't even the curtains I wanted. I had waited possibly months for the store to get in the print I wanted. I finally gave up and bought this print instead. And I'm glad I did:)

Interesting that sounds aren't as simple for me. Maybe it's normal. But a sound, even a song I love, can bring such complex feelings with it. One of the most emotional sounds in my life since I have been with Rob is the birds singing. When I hear birds chirping and singing, it almost always takes me back to when Rob and I were dating and he lived in the barracks. As I would walk back to my car in the wee hours of the morning, the birds beautiful singing and chirping would keep me company. When I hear that sound today I am taken right back to my walk to my car on Gela Street, Fort Bragg. Does that make me crazy? Probably;)