Back from my wonderful trip to Seattle! I had a great time visiting the Emerald city! We had wondeful weather...4 straight days without rain! Of course seeing Ottmar perform was the highlight as well as meeting up with fellow fanmencos. I'll be blogging and uploading pictures about this trip for a few more days!
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Dreaming
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Fanmenco gathering
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Happy Easter...
from Erika & Martin
& the Easter Bunny...
aka my nephew/Greg!
Yes, he was a bunny for hire!
I never knew such talent
existed in our family! :-)
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Dog vs Cat
A dog's diary:
7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!
11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favorite!
A cat's diary:
Day 183 of my captivity. My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded - must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair - must try this on their bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear in their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan. There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage. I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time.
7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!
11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favorite!
A cat's diary:
Day 183 of my captivity. My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded - must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair - must try this on their bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear in their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan. There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage. I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Tribal
Music: Serenity on Ultracloud (Tribal Mix) by Ottmar Liebert.
Word of the day:
Tribal
I love culture and all things Native American and that which is sacred...especially Mother Earth and as I was browsing photos by Wendy, I happened to be listening to the above song! Next week, I'm going to Seattle and looking forward to visiting and taking in some of the sights such at the totem poles and masks of tribes native to the Northwest.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Song for the Journey
Here's a song for the journey
As we draw near the line
Though our eyes bear a tear
As we wave our goodbye
May the clouds part before you
May the stars kiss your eyes
There are days made for wonder
and laughter and wine
May your dreams take you places
Through rivers that wind
If we don't count our blessings
We're wasting our time
Heaven knows where the road falls before me
May the angels hold those left behind
When I dream of the treasures
and pleasures we find
There are many and many were mine
When your heart it grows weary
And you can't face the night
I will give you my shoulder
For the weight on your mind
If we don't count our blessings
We're wasting our time
As we draw near the line
Though our eyes bear a tear
As we wave our goodbye
May the clouds part before you
May the stars kiss your eyes
There are days made for wonder
and laughter and wine
May your dreams take you places
Through rivers that wind
If we don't count our blessings
We're wasting our time
Heaven knows where the road falls before me
May the angels hold those left behind
When I dream of the treasures
and pleasures we find
There are many and many were mine
When your heart it grows weary
And you can't face the night
I will give you my shoulder
For the weight on your mind
If we don't count our blessings
We're wasting our time
Here's a song for the journey tonight
Lyrics by Tish Hinojosa
There have been many treasures and pleasures
Lyrics by Tish Hinojosa
There have been many treasures and pleasures
this past week and I wanted to count my blessings
and sing this song for the journey
and may your journey be as blessed as mine.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
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