Doodledash

Another picture from Milwaukee trip. This is what we call an Uncle Bob shot. My brother Bob will pick up a camera and take a picture of himself. Many an unsuspecting person will get their pictures developed and find a grinning picture of Bob. It has happened to me over the years so any time we take a picture of ourselves it is an Uncle Bob shot. I was trying various ones to see how it would turn out through the dangling vines. This was the best one. My brother Bob is the strong silent one in my family. He keeps things to himself but he is always there for you and a wonderful loving man. I love him very much. When Sarah was in the hospital, I liked to sit with her at night when it was quiet. I sat in a rocking chair next to her bed. One night I was sitting there rocking and I looked up. There was Bob leaning over Sarah and gently stroking her hair with tears running down his face. He never said a word but I will never forget the love that I saw on his face that night. That was the ult...

I have my own personal commentarian in the form of my daughter, Amy. She loves to add her two cents to everything and has just got to know who I am talking to or what is happening. She is a younger version of yours truly. It is truly scary to see yourself in your kids but it was worse the first time I heard my mother's voice coming out of my mouth when I was talking to my kids. It shook me up for days. Last weekend my prince and I went on a weekend excursion to Milwaukee. We went to Miller Park and saw a Brewers game. Very nice park and it gave me a taste of what Target Field will be like when it opens next year for the Twins. We had great seats in row 8 next to the visitors dugout which was the Dodgers. One problem was the concern of foul balls and broken bats but thankfully we were any of them. We did a boat tour of Milwaukee which was nice and very touristy but I liked it anyway. We walked along the Riverwalk. Saw the Bronze Fonz. Visited the Three Domed gardens. It was a nice c...

A whisper in the breeze and a quiet question is asked...What will you do with what you have been given? What does that mean? What do you mean by what I have been given? Do you mean things? Talents? Time? Opportunities? Life? Which? What? Why? I sit at my computer typing. I play games. I read blogs. I read news. I read. I doodle on paint. I update itunes. I charge my touch or my phone. I sit and watch a movie or show or play a game on the wii. I read a book or the bible or a magazine. I take a nap. I clean or do laundry. I talk on the phone. I play with the dog. I talk to my kids or my husband. I go to target. I buy groceries. I cook dinner. I read this list and wonder this is this really my life. What happened to the fun? To the joy? Where did it go? When did I turn into this person I don't know or particularly like a lot? Where is the laughter? Where are the smiles? What happened to dreams? What happened to the spark of creativity? Is this blog it? I spend time existing. What will...