the kitchen

is coming to a close. its a good thing really. spent too much time trying to fix all that was unfixable. still, i tried. sometimes history has way more hold than one would like.

it was a great run; a fantastic project and i must say i learned alot. so thanks to the m family for putting up with the dust and stages of unrest.

and high five to am, she did great and learned lots . we all walk away with fond memories and a sense of accomplishment.

theres a bat in my........

yup woke up last night to sound of a squaking bat lying helpless on my floor! i think maybe he got clocked by the ceiling fan? not sure how or why he felt the need to make my house his...
and i know that keeping your slider way open in the heat lets bugs in...but a bat?

not sure how long he has been in my house...creepy just the same
caught him up in a sarong and released him over the balcony...he took flight. good thing cause the drop would not have felt good!

PNE!!!

tonight, PNE bound..it is bad bands year...tonight is Sass Jordon?
hunky bills, mini donuts,pea wheel,dream home,petting zoo and the super dog show...

gotta go!

landon pigg

falling in love at a coffee shop

again. brilliant....go to my music.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bt01d5ZuyjY

hawksley workman

cant give ya more, catch the link under my music. brilliant!

Vintage Trailer Rally

ok i am officially a geek! cameo included.

tb's Tada!

this is my trailer at the Vinatge Trailer Rally, his name is Mike. i know kinda gay seeing he is covered in flowers...lol
but he was mike before the decals were set, so he still is mike (from monsters inc)

the weekend

well, for those who know me..i have a great circle of friends who appreciate the mobile world!
wait...the youngsters out there think the "mobile world" is defined on thin invisible electronic line that allows one to move without wire or tether to another place in the world and still connect via some hand held device.

my definition, and those around me, it is a world that allows and supports the freedom to move on the tar-mack roads that circle the globe.

we, the collective, move with home in tow to spots where the wireless world holds zero value. the places where all computer and technology is without interest. instead to a place where you gather to sit about with no other reason then to connect, physically and emotionally, with others.add in the feeling of cooking, sleeping and playing, out of doors.

i reach this weekend meca late Thursday to find other such beings, firmly planted in place, with no other destination than "now". we all live in this make shift community, taking each others time wholesomely, and via the tow vehicles or creature comforts, celebrate a hobby. the unit of transport or reason of showing up, is really secondary to the fun and social connections.

i am awe as we all move though this private community without lines or picket fences or reasons to exclude. it is quite acceptable to wander in search of a cup of coffee or a good conversation without pretense.strangers do not exist.

we move about the 100 plus trailer-ites freely. this weekend is without without judgment or need to justify. we move purely open to the experience of being together...we simple are; just present.


a grand weekend, with grand friends, and no other purpose than to just share a love of rv's and the gift of friendship.

the pic holds another story...stand by...

five times august - with a twist

love defined..

five times august

well done and dedicated to all that ever wish they could turn back time

sit through the few seconds prior to the tune. promise it is worth it.

the waifs

fun track, dreams be dreams

my head

after too many brutal days of coughing,spitting and genral head unrest, i went to the doctors. now three days after the start of two prescriptions i am on my way to normal...
which since last feb has been without a sniffer. i came from mexico with a killer head thing and have not been able to smell a thing since then!

so, dr whatshisname, sends me for xrays on friday.
results this friday...hope there is more than air present...

Simon

the cutest lil chocolate chip coloured wiener dog was killed by wild animals last weekend. i just found out about it today, via email from his mom.

seems he and his side kick played out in the woods on a regular basis. the thought being that his bigger and tougher friend would be able to save him from danger- no such luck; and really would there ever be enough luck against the coyotes and such? agreed there is no guarantee in life or of life, and at least he met his maker doing what he loved to do: play outside and bark as though he owned the world!

he had it good. he was loved well by his mom, his granny and others. he could be an asshole at times, whether having suffered from short mans syndrome, demanding a lap or whining till he was put onto the bed. but let me tell you, once he got up into your arms and spooned with ya- the bad ass boy image was forgotten. we had a morning ritual that included brushing his teeth my toothbrush, wake up scratches and unintelligible words of love that touched my heart. he was a loving lil dog and very protective.


hugs to the neely family as he was one of their own. prayers to his pal Desiree as she heals from her wounds, both physical and emotional. she did her best i am sure.

a chapter closes for me; and i feel a great sense of loss.i walk with a heavy heart and a giant hole in my spirit. my love to you sn during this most difficult time.

simon joins uncle norman, stanley and bob the cat. they await our arrival.
the picture is clear and makes one smile : bob sleeping in the salad bowl, norman staring at a unattended pound of butter and stan chasing the pigeons in a circle at granville island..

i love you lil dog! be good.