Man, I love the photo filters on Picasa. That way I can just over soften the crap out of my face and make it look like I did it on purpose, but really it is because I am trying to cover up adult acne, no makeup and greasy hair. Did I type that out loud just now? My youngest doesn't mind the greasy hair and adult acne though, as long as we can have some camera fun.
|view from less than clean huge picture window in front of the house...but how I do love watching that huge tree change with the seasons. BLISS.|
I live in a bright purple and dark gray house with cheap brown carpet throughout, but it is home and it is easy to vacuum. We have 8 cats (7 of whom are of Tabby persuasion )... kind of like Jennifer's home for boringly colored cats that no one else wants. Soon I will get several color coded cat collars so I can tell them apart without seeing their faces...and I'll also take out a small loan to feed them all every day. I have 5 children (three of which are older teens)(one of which is 23) (one of which is 5) I'm 41. Do the math and then take a photograph of your face when you realize how old I was when I had my first and how old I was when I had my last and how many years between the youngest teen and the youngest and send it to me. I haven't seen that look in awhile and it always entertains.
I work at a kind and colorful Hippie Shop on Tuesdays where I often get amazing free organic soap and rarely sell my jewelry or anything else.
I don't own a flat screen TV. Everything I wear comes from Goodwill, except for my jewelry. If I am not wearing something I made, then I am almost always wearing something that wonderful fanciful she made.
I love Yoplait yogurt. I could eat several a day if I could get away with it. Sometimes I do get away with it. I have healthy intestines. I also have a healthy appetite for anything sweet and creamy.
My sink is overflowing with dirty dishes, because I chose to blog and post jewelry instead, but my counters are very clean.... at least the last time I checked.
This morning, my youngest fed me a mini Butterfinger from his Halloween stash for breakfast as I lay in bed. The best breakfast I've had in ages.
I don't rake my leaves because I like the way they look bunched up around the yard.
Just basic little pieces of a most amazing life...because I choose to see it that way. Because it is. It is amazing in the simplest of ways....as I seek the sacred in the ordinary each day. I love my life more now than I have ever loved it before. It is all in the way it is perceived. It isn't perfect and therein lies the beauty of it. The perfection in the imperfection.