Plein Air Dork

IMG_3952I hope I have learned a little from this freezing outing to Buescher State Park in Smithville last January. I do own a pair of warm boots, but they only keep your feet warm if you wear them. The lighting was very flat and I did not have much success with my painting. I forgot half of the plein  air necessities that I needed. I did end up making do with what I had and I painted until my hands and feet were numb. IMG_3953My devoted fellow artist was his usual patient self.IMG_3918We retreated to our home base and warmed up with a hot mug of our favorite homemade soup. IMG_3927I filled my tummy and also my craving to paint, by doing a portrait of Tom in his element!

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My Star Pupil

IMG_7653How fun is it to be able to share your (in my case) many passions with someone that you love. Whether it is hopping on a pony to ride the fence line or creating amazing art, this blog will fill in the gaps and help me to share our new life after the Rockin’ P. Did not think I would survive the many changes, but miracles do happen and this gets better with every wrinkle and chipped nail. (haha)

Nut Case #1

a long, long time ago…

La Vida Con Locas

Our house growing up was always a fun place for people to hang out. My Mom made it so warm and inviting with great food always available and freedom to be yourself. Unfortunately, a few creeps filtered into the Norman Rockwell painting and as any young girl can imagine, it was hard to have any privacy when certain guests didn’t seem to get the hint that it was time to leave. One night, my friend Debbie and I were sitting in our front room and freaked out to see a flattened face appear high above the drapes in the big picture window. I blinked and it was gone, but we both had seen it and dashed into the back room hugging each other and stifling our screams. We had an idea who the unwelcome lurker was. A creep had exceeded the creep factor scale and had been banned from our…

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Live and Let Die

an old friend…a new life

70 Something

When my wife kicked me out this is what I thought. Apparently,  she wanted to live and was willing to let me die to enable her to do it. For the first three months, I thought I would  die and for the next year, I figured out I would probably live…..but I wasn’t sure that I wanted to. The New Year has brought many new changes in my life. I hardly look in the mirror except to shave and shoot the bird at my reflection, so I didn’t realize the physical changes until yesterday when I was walking my pups, Sammy and Emmie down the road……I felt light on my feet and started to jog, they were happily trotting beside me until a white pick up truck came to a screeching halt in front of us. I started to give the driver my favorite hand gesture, but before I could…

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I LOVE the beach…

One of our favorite places to go with the dogs!!! Can not wait to return!

Just barking...

My sister, Noche, and I are so lucky! We got to go the beach Saturday with mom and dad. Spooky and Oakie were pretty upset that they had to stay at the Rockin’P but such is life. I told Noche that we were the favorites – she reminded me to be thankful and not to boast, after all I was now with my fourth family! Oh well, she was probably right – I guess that is why mom calls her the Queen. Anyway, we really had an awesome time! We got to take a long nap on the way there and then frolicked and played in the wonderful ocean air.

I was excited to go the beach! Even though I could not get off my leash I still managed to run and JUMP…

Noche was too scared to go into the water. I think she was afraid she might mess…

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Pony Boy…

He is still the boss!!!! this is an older post from Tom’s blog.

Just saying...

I remember so well the first time I saw him – it is hard to believe that it was over 15 years ago! Leicalady was absolutely thrilled that he was finally ours. Pony Boy. He has brought so much joy to us and our extended family, Nieces, nephews, cousins and friends have all saddled his gentle back. He rules the pastures with his beauty and grace. He commands the deserving respect of his comrades – he is the boss. We strolled to the front pasture tonight and there he was – waiting for carrots. He nickered in pony talk – pleading for more carrots. How could we ever resist his precious smile and face…

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