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some stuff about me:  i am from Texas, Houston to be exact. i spent a long time there, but i left my southern drawl when i made the leap to england.  i miss texas like you wouldn't believe so when you see pictures of cows and horses here, you'll know i'm feeling a bit nostalgic (which is always so get used to seeing a lot of cows!).  In my normal, every day life, i am a photographer. I have two websites so feel free to browse my work there. Here, i plan on using my blog (now) as a personal life roll-call of sorts, checking myself to make sure i keep the creative juices flowing....

i hate being ordinary.  

i love making every day stuff beautiful.

i love thinking outside the box.

i hate limitations.

i love dreamers.

i love the bizarre things in life.

i hate structure.

i hate the color 'kelly green' and i have to wonder about 'navy blue' as well. 


Please note:  THESE IMAGES ARE MINE - THEY ARE COPYRIGHT PROTECTED! LIFTING THEM OFF THIS SITE IS LAME.  

Sunday morning.

My Pablo.

beautiful creatures

kitty interrupted.

sweet little bobka, fearless predator of the insectus spideramous and affectionately known as Baby Kitty Girl, is a big huge scaredy kitty whenever the vacuum is brought out. she can make it down the stairs and behind the chair in 1 second flat. I dont understand because its not like i have ever tortured her with the vac, i have never chased her with it or threatened to suck her up with it – i’m at a loss as to why, but who cares, she is, so there. Dont tell anyone, but i actually sometimes wait to bring the vacuum out until she is in another room so as not to scare her, especially if she is sleeping.

shhhhh… i iz hiding from the vacuum killer, i mean kleaner.

Sometimes . . .

this is just how i feel:

I bake. Therefore, I am.

oh sweeeeeeet love of everything tollhouse. Thanks to my american products supplier, i was able to bake some tollhouse cookies today. If you havent had these, your missing out – i think this recipe is what so many gourmet cookie and baking companies try to copy.

even when the cookies cool, the chocolate is still melty.

YOU CANNOT EAT JUST ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i wish this blog was equipped with Aroma-O-Vision!!!!

Michael@bazmac.co.uk - I can confirm that are fantastic. Indeed one is impossible to eat. Well done Honey.

Annie Warren - Oh.... so not fair. Now I am salivating on my keyboard. Pop one in an envelope, tie it to a pidgeon and send him on over here for me would you luv? And tell him NOT to eat it on the way!

happy birthday, Elvis . . .

elvis is 75. it is being celebrated around the world. even so many years after his death, he is still in the hearts of so many.

Elvis was the first concert i ever went to (how many people can honestly say that?)  - i was 14 and it was June 1, 1976 and it was the thrill of a lifetime.  To be honest, i wasnt that thrilled that i was going, maybe it was because i was going with my mom and not a bunch of girlfriends (my dad had to cancel out at the last minute so i was a ‘fill in’).  I sat in my seat at the Tucson Community Center, waiting for the show to begin, not really expecting to get too overly excited, i mean, after all, i had never been to a show of this caliber, heck, at 14, i hadnt really been to any type of show at all! I still remember the feeling i had in my stomach when Elvis took stage. it was tremendous, it was warm, it was overwhelming. It was one of the best moments, ever.  The heart and soul he put into his shows was overwhelming and felt by all who attended – i dare think that anyone left there not feeling totally spent by the show – because it wasnt just a concert, it was a performance.  I think i walked around in a daze for about a week afterwards. I couldnt wait till my mom went to the store next – i tagged along and brought all my money and bought my first Elvis LP – i wish i could remember which one it was, but i do remember it had ‘burnin’ love’ on it. i played that record a lot – memorized the words of all the songs and kept a look out in the t.v. guide for any of those crazy Elvis movies as well. I was infatuated, i had a crush, i was totally in love with him. He was mesmerizing.

Years later, when touring Graceland (1987) it just seemed so surreal to be walking around the same house that he had once lived in. Looking at his personal belongings, supposedly still left the way he had left them, trying to imagine him there, sitting on that beautiful long white couch, playing pool downstairs or sorting through his record collection. It was a beautiful home that had once been filled with hundreds of friends and family, celebrating christmas, birthdays and every other holiday imaginable – now it stood there, frozen in time with a corporation as its owner.

Happy Birthday, Elvis.

beverly - wow, how cool is that to be your first concert? way cool! love your header photos, so beautiful! thanks for stopping my blog and leaving a sweet comment!