I can't help it

I am a serial doter. I worry about everyone I know, all the time. I really can't help myself. I need to know they are okay. I need to know they are happy. Sometimes I think I can be bothersome, but in the end they know they are loved. That's what counts.

well

Sometimes we find ourselves in one of the recessions between life's little hills. Today is one of those time for me. in these times I find myself questioning even more who I am and what I really believe in. again soul searching I am. I hope this time I find the way.

One good thing about small town Kalama is the blackberries. This is in our friend's back yard. They grow all over the place in Washington, but this is the only place that they don't get sprayed. He waited all year to have blackberries. We have already exhausted the supply in our own front yard. *smiles*

Some Random PIcs

No, he is not spoiled, just well taken care of.



This is how he likes his drums, notice how he puts the little toy kit next to the real one and adds a spare tom on the chair, :)


Painting like "Bob Woss", as he would say.

Cupcakes!

Artin' and Whatnot

V for Vendetta