I'm the Decider.

I cannot wait until George is no longer our president.
Koo koo ka choo.

Thanks, Carrick, for the link.

Sticking up for the Weeds in Life.

This poem was written for my Grandfather by a friend of his named Mary Brown.
I have never met Mary, she may live in Georgetown or Lexington, Kentucky.
I'm not quite sure, actually, if she is still living or not.
However, wherever she is, I truly wish she knew how very much her poem means to my family
and how it reminds us of my Grandfather's kind philosophy of life every time we see a cheerful little Dandelion.

Thanks also to my sister, Carrick, for e-mailing me a copy today.

For Gordon, who sticks up for the weeds in life.
The Dandelion Poem
Written by : Mary Brown

Some have mentioned them a weed
An eyesore that has given seed
and though opinions have their sense
I feel the dandelion deserves defense.

Though fragrance may not be their power
They still may qualify a flower
Their strength and will is without compare
And they do not need such loving care.

Now fields have made a flower bed
for such a dainty yellow head
Their Constitution is not overridden
When all else is dead they'll keep on livin'

Their fluffy white heads are masters at flight
They've flown more times than those brothers, Wright
And if those white messengers tickles your nose
You're sure to be blessed by your friends and foes.

So with this considered, don't be a stick in the mud
And give some respect to each white and yellow bud
'Cause after we're gone and buried, six feet under
Not daisies, but dandelions will guard where we slumber.

Magic is Everywhere.

Make a wish!

WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME? And dance and dance and dance and dance and dance and dance?

Thanks to old Mags over at Sneaky Peek,
I have had THIS SONG stuck in my head all day long while packing.
I simply cannot shake it.

Jeez......crazy girl.
You are clearly nuts.
And I love you for it!

Thanks Maggie... I think.

Moving.

Just wanted to inform you all that I am taking a little blogger's vacation while we relocate...again!

On Sunday we accepted an offer on our house.
Yesterday we had the inspections (which went very well) and now I am packing and getting estimates from moving companies. Tomorrow I will be gathering my second load of boxes from the liquor store, running some errands and then buckling down to get to the meat of it.

Oh yeah, we have to be out of our home by April 20th.
The movers are coming on the 19th.
That is thirteen lucky days from now.

Did I mention I am trying to finish a three subject 30X40 portrait in the midst of this madness?
Yep.
I have been up LATE the past few nights.

Mark has been in Louisville house hunting with our realtor, Jo, and he will be returning shortly to join in on the moving fun.
All of our belongings are going into storage for a short while and we will be living in the condo we have there. However, as soon as we find a home, we will be selling the condo. ( It's in a great location downtown, if you are interested let me know ).

So... that's it.
See you guys soon.

Sheri Shared with me:

On Wednesday of this week,
at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning,
the time and date will be:

01:02:03 04/05/06.

That won't ever happen again.

How Did I Forget Santana?

I used to stare at this album for hours. I loved it. I can't say it was one of my favorite albums musically as a 10 year old, but it is still one of my very favorite albums covers. Ever.
Santana Abraxas, 1970.

Strangely enough, as I sit here in my den and look around....it would appear that I have decorated my house to match it.
Wow. I never noticed it before.
Awesome.