I dream of being a Mermaid as a child. I

remember being about 3 yrs old and playing

in our pool pretending I was living under water

as a Mermaid. My Mom once told me about

a girl she knew growing up that wanted to be

a CARROT when she grew up. Well, if she

could be a carrot...then forsure I could be

a Mermaid. : )

Pages from my Alterbook

This is a page out of

my alterbook. I had a

great time making this book.

It was not a fast book...it

took me months to finish.

My Brother Scott and Joanna's first grandchild

Here she is Abby Cat (nick name) my SIL, Joanna as given her.

Grandma (Joanna) is holding Abigal Catrina hand. Abby Cat is doing well as are her parents Amanda and Vincent. Look at all her hair.

What's with the dirt???

As you know Dave comes from a Hispanic back ground. On one occasion Samantha brought up an interesting question for her Dad. She was around the age of 2 years old. Dave had come home from work and he washed up for dinner. Samantha had a questionable look on her face. She asked her Dad why he had not washed all the dirty off of him. He said...that he had. She replied....no, there was still dirt on him. He said, no there isn't. Samantha started to rub his arm very roughly, saying "all this dirt" why won't it come off. Dave and I looked at each other and started to laugh. We had to explain to her that Dave's skin was darker then hers. We put our arms side by side...to show her how each of us had different skin tones. I wonder how long she had ponder this in her little mind. She now tell me at the age of 25 that she did wonder as a child why he went in to take a shower but, still came out looking the same.....with dirt still all over him.

Be careful what you ask for...

This is a true story that took place about 25 yrs ago. One evening a new wife (could be me) was late and getting dinner on the table. The husband ( might have been Dave) was tired and hungry when he came home and dinner was not ready. The husband asked his wife to have dinner on the table each night at 5:00. The wife tried to tell her husband he was not always home at 5, but he refuse to listen.
The next day...the husband's dinner was on the table with a glass of milk at 5:00 just has the husband had asked.
When the husband came home after 6 the wife showed her husband that is dinner was ready for him. He was pleased and thanked his wife. He washed up and sat down to eat.
He tasted his food and replied....it's cold. It is? the wife said...well, it has been there since 5. He then tasted the milk...the milk is warm he said. Really, the wife replied...it was cold when I put it on the table at 5...just like you asked me too.
The husband said not another word. He eat this dinner, drank his milk and never was upset when dinner was not on the table at 5:00