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Photo by Haleigh

If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door...

photo by Haleigh Mullins - age 15

Music is the shorthand of emotion...

Photo Credit goes to my 15.y.o. daughter - Haleigh

Dont let yesterday...

Photo by my 15 y.o. daughter - Haleigh Mullins

Shadows of today...

Haleighs Choir Concert...

In my daughters eyes....

Haleighs 14th Birthday........

My youngest punk turned 14 on Saturday....

I cannot believe my baby is 14. She had a totally great birthday
(pics to come) & my oldest punk turns 21 in April....*gasps*

It seems the older my punks turn, the younger I get...Ok, ok, so Im getting older, but I stopped counting this year at 39.

'Your only as old as you feel' they say....the problem is, mentally I feel 29, physically I feel 99...
But were getting that fixed...so, watch out world, here I come.............

Vampires & Lungs...........

What do you get when you cross a
Vampire with Pneumonia?
My daughters, Haleigh and Lauren...

Ok, ok...allow me to back up, because this is so NOT making sense right?

Lauren has a bad patch on her left lung that loves to go into pneumonia.
Why? Because it can, I spose. Why else? To make our lives hell, who knows.....because life cant be easy. Because God said..."Let there be hell on earth"....I dont know, I dont have all the answers, sheesh!

So, we are back to the doctor, I think I just need to bring my bed next time, with me. Set it up in the back. Would that be strange?

Antibiotics, steroids, breathing treatments if this cant get a hold on itself...Poor Lauren :(

Then God spoke and She said, "I shall turneth Haleigh into a pale
ghost- like phantom-apparition"

Poof! Done. Your wish is granted.
Ok, ok, so it didnt really go like that, but the child is pale. Phantom like.

White. Ok, ok, we all know she's white, but THIS white? Geez.

And THIS tired? Whats wrong with you child? You should be full of rum & liquor, I mean vim & vigor....well. You. Know. What. I. Mean.

So, I drag her butt back into the doctor (and, why didnt I bring my bed? *scratches head*) Well, see....she's got this eensy weensy itty bitty tinesy winsey hole in her heart. Its not a HUGE deal, but its enough of a deal, to not allow the blood flow from her heart to her brain when she stands, and well.....thump. There she goes. She blacks out. Syncope.
She'll outgrow it.

In the interim, it makes her funky.

Describe funky. Well, funky is this pale, ghost, phantom like child that tires easy and is losing months of her childhood.

Its not fair, I scream, its not fair ! ! !

Ohh, shut up Lori, who on earth told you life would EVER be fair?

Its almost like one big fat joke. But if lifes a joke, I sure DONT get it, do you?

I know, I know, stop torturing yourself, Lori.

Life will do it FOR YOU....

Ok, ok, I know I know. Something positive you say...
Start living with the glass half full, blah blah blah....
But honestly, life really is like a trampoline........

A cement trampoline.

The End.

My Budding Artist....

She. Is. Soo. Cool.

This girl is going to grow up and be on FIRE!

Not only did she take up Lampworking this Summer, but her photography

skills are growing by the second.

All of my brood are talented, i.e. my son has the gift of gab...yes, you heard right...blab...I mean gab. Probably more 'word vomit' than gab, but hey,
that takes talent & technique, so stop laughing! (*hee-hee*)

Then we have Lauren!
I bought her a beautiful black hardcover Artists Sketchbook...

OMG...if you could flip the pages in this book, your smile would be eternal.

Oh, I know...Just Stop!

You know how it is...everyone likes to talk up their own kids...

but it TIS' true, if you tell your children they CAN do something, you'll be right. They CAN. If you tell them they can't....you'll be right on that one too.

Life is funny sometimes & unpredictably odd, but whatever you do in life,
be sure to tell your children what great people you think they are today.

And tomorrow. And the next day...Your children are God's Masterpieces...

I never understood a Mothers love until I had a child myself....

Then, there is always the occasional day, where you simply remember, that Human Beings are the only creatures on earth, that allow their children to come back home.

Either way, and whatever your going thru, just remember, that there is a moment in growing up, that a door opens and lets the future in...