Showing posts with label strawberries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label strawberries. Show all posts

Thursday, May 16, 2013

back in march

I wore my Jimi Hendrix shirt, my sister n-law's old vest,
and the purse my friend gave me for Christmas.


I wore these old boots from Payless Shoes.

My nephew Speed Racer smiled at the camera,
 chose some books, and picked his nose.

My twin nieces hunted for Easter eggs.


My nephew Baby JJ ate some cheese.



My guy and I ate strawberries with Nutella.


My guy took photos of turtles.





I read and loved the book 
...Although I was an accident,
 it worked out for me...



...I want to thank all of them and everyone else that made me laugh. There are dead people I still like,
and I want to thank them too..
from My Mother Was Nuts by Penny Marshall.



I created this art journal page on March 7, 2013
Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday
I wore purple pants and boots.
Two weeks ago, it was beanie hats.
  

I played Soldiers of Misfortune  by Filter on my guitar.

..."I'd like to wake up from this dream

Can't we learn from history?


Why's it such a mystery?"... 

Soldiers of Misfortune  by Filter 

Friday, November 26, 2010

my ode to strawberries





 
 
 





 

 





















Strawberry Fields Forever - The Beatles

Let me take you down, 'cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me.
Let me take you down, 'cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.
No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right, that is I think it's not too bad.
Let me take you down, 'cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Always, no sometimes, think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream.
I think I know I mean a 'Yes' but it's all wrong, that is I think I disagree.
Let me take you down, 'cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.