YIKES!

I did something awful!

First let me say that I am a very brave girl. I color my hair myself. I used to go in and have it done- but that got too expensive. Lately I've been thinking of going a little lighter. Just a little bit, nothing major...just a little lighter.

The top of my head looks like a Caltrans Orange Cone Zone!!!

Good thing I like hats!

No, I'm not going to post a picture! Are you crazy! I can't do that! Ahhhhhh!
well, maybe...

It is funny. I like funny. :)

Seriously- I'm going to go fix it right now! Yikes!

The Search

Where are you
in this world I seek
clever, mild,
sweet and meek.

shoot me to the moon
past the stars
a drifting tomb
floating in my doom

Where did Heaven go?
It's here
but don't you know
in the Light.

The Light!
The Light!
Can't you see it?
In darkened shadows?

It's not there
close your eyes, fool!
Look with your heart
Stand on the stool.

What if the doctor told you...

you have only 10 years to live?
And that's only if you start taking care of yourself.
Both my husband and I have a brother named Jeff, so try not to get confused. MY brother Jeff, lives in Minnesota with his new wife Conni and their girls.

Pictured here from left to right are...
Michael's brother Jeff, Tami, Shane, Drew and Jim.

Michael's brother, Jeff has done a lot of drinking in his life and now suffers from the damage done to his heart. The past few years he has cleaned up his life quite a bit, but not enough.

He's a great guy with a nack for gardening and I'm deeply saddened to hear this news. We've been concerned since he was admitted to the hospital (again) last week.

Please Pray for him. Pray for his son, Brian too.
In fact while you're at it, send one up for my wonderful In-Laws. They have already had to endure the pain of loosing a child. Their first born, Jerry died from leukemia just before my husband was born.

I can't even imagine...

MeMeMeMeMeMeMe..sometimes you, but Mostly ME!

This post is for Pandies (not Duf or DJS...I like them :-)

http://pandyland.blogspot.com/

Hmmm. Why do I write on this thing called a Blog???

Some of you would like to think it's for the ATTENTION! Poor old Kathy.

If that were true, it'd be so sad.

I must have an awful mother.
One who didn't show me enough attention, forcing me to seek out misguided love in others, wherever it may reside, so that I may gather it up, in all it's bits and pieces, saving it in my heart for those times when I am reminded of what a LOSER I am.

Hahahahahahahahahahhhhhaaaaahahhahhhha!!!!!!!

But Kathy....you post all those pictures of yourself? Why do you do that? It must be because you are so full of yourself and you want men to say things like... "Kisses!!"

No. Not really. That's nice...I must admit I do like the attention, but look a little deeper please.

I'm looking in a mirror.
I like myself.
This is NOT for you.
It's for ME!!!

I don't care what you think. I've wasted too much time caring what people like you think.
I've also spent that time tearing myself apart. I covered my butt with huge sweaters, I've refused food countless times, I've told myself that exercise didn't matter because I'd never be pretty anyway so what the point?

NO MORE.

Finally, I like myself!!!! Who I am and what I look like. I'm ready! I'm movin on. I have dreams, what do you have?

If you still don't get it, you never will. You have no clue. Grow up. I've tried to be your friend, but you can't get past the notion that I am some stupid blonde girl living in sunny Ca.
Isn't it convenient that I fit your stereotype so well. Funny thing is this.....if that's all you see, you're missing it.

I know I'm probably a nice source of ridicule in your workplace, but so what? I don't bad mouth you because that's not who I want to be.

This card caption reads.........My Greatest Fear is that there is no PMS and that this is my Real Personality!

The inside caption reads....I really, really, really like you.

Cold or Flu? How about a card!

I think maybe the flu.

It started with a massive headache, then chills, runny nose, droopy droopy eyes and pain on my right side sinus.
No biggie- I'll be back to my old annoying self in no time.
Would someone wake me up!
I've been huddled under the covers, unable to get warm!

Since I didn't feel like getting out of bed, my girls and husband brought my birthday to me. Gifts and a cake.
I especially liked the cards. I have a new fascination with greeting cards. I love to look through them at old stores and funky little shops.
I buy the ones I find the most interesting or funny, sad, inspiring, etc...
It doesn't matter what the occasion is. I probably won't give them out to anyone.

In the Harrah's Tahoe gift shop I found one that has a little boy holding out flowers. He has a mad look on his face. You have to see it, so perhaps I'll scan and post it for you.

Cards. A good thing to collect. They're cheap and sold all over the place. Besides they make me smile- and really, isn't that what they are suppose to do?

I feel like the old oil that just got dumped from your Lexus. What day is it? Wasn't I suppose to do something today?

Somebody has a card for that!
I'll find it.

My tall, dark and handsome Michael.

It's My Birthday

8:57am, February 22, 1971 @ Queen of the Valley Hospital in Napa, Ca.

I was born.

If you see this site

familiar or new

wether you stay

or pass on through

leave a comment

so I know you were here

a birthday wish

for a wonderful day

I'd gladly say

Thank You!

Remember the day

that is yours...

Last day to be... fresh 33

I have a t-shirt that says "fresh 33". I bought it when I was 32. It was red. I wanted a red t-shirt and that was the only one I could find.

Now it's faded, ripped and heading for the "painting clothes pile"

My brother and his wife, Conni are the BEST! Today I received 3 emails regarding my birthday. They gave me a gift certificate to here...
http://www.newegg.com/

why?? So I can purchase a Jump Drive!! I've been wanting one. My brother is a great guy. Always knows what I like.

Sure he forgot how old I was turning and sent my birthday wishes one day early...but that's okay.
He remembered and that means soooo much to me. :-)
He's the best brother in the whole world.

I want to run today- but I'm tired. All I can think of is going back to bed.

My daughter just keeps getting pounded with pain.
After the braces, after the broken collar bone she gets sick. I was up with her last night because she couldn't stop coughing. She has been running a fever, tired, and coughs nonstop. I feel sooo sorry for her. Plus she is stressing out about her Egypt project due in 8 days.

That's enough!! I put a call into the doc.

I better take some airborne---

Tahoe- Feb. 19th

Dinner was great!

A little gambling at Harvey's...

South Lake Tahoe, on the Nevada/Ca. Stateline.

Harrah's Buffet Dinner overlooking Lake Tahoe.

Love My Neighbors

Their homestead is gorgeous and people from all over the trails drive up, or walk, our steep hill just to look at it.
They have 2 horses, Merlin and Genius. A pool, a HUGE garage that most people mistake for the house and every tool, tractor & piece of equiptment you could imagine.

But MORE important then all their stuff is them. Wayne and Amy are nice people. They don't have any children, they are both airline pilots.

A couple weeks ago, they did something VERY nice for us. It was superbowl sunday and Wayne was out doing some yard work before the big game. We walked over and chatted for a while. They complimented us on our efforts to clear away much of the overgrowth that had accumulated over the last 22 years. It's been a lot of work. Sweat equity.

We told him about our newest project to put in a lawn. Grass!! I can't wait! But it means renting a tiller, bringing in lots of good dirt, digging trenches for sprinkler lines and finally...saud!!

Wayne hopped on his tractor and drove over to see our front yard. He said "I can do this. You don't need to rent a tiller. It shouldn't take more than an hour. In fact, just let me do a couple things and I'll be right back and we can get this done today."
"You might miss the beginning..." I warned.
"Na, I've got TiVo." He smiled.
"Of course you do!"

In no time that dirt was ripped to shreds.

He also offered manure to mix with the dirt. So...I'd better get to digging trenches for the sprinklers. When??

I told them I'd bring over dinner sometime.
He said "Bring over some meat and we'll have a BBQ!"

maybe this summer...can you believe his pool isn't heated!!
Well, I hope today is good. I'm bringing over my famous Chicken Pot Pie.
:-)

E.L.F.

They say they are not terrorists, yet they "warn" the press (Auburn Journal) to print their letter in full. What would they do if the paper didn't print it in full? Bomb them perhaps? Sounds like a threat to me...


(Note to Editor: print in full, we do not take attempts to misrepresent us lightly, you have been warned)

This was also interesting....Anarchy??

"We understand that voting has not and will never achieve anything meaningful or change anything fundamentally. If voting changed anything it would be illegal. So we have decided that it is up to us to defend the ecosystems..."

Now this is just plain scary....

"We want to see full unemployment, we want to see zero voter turn out, we want to see smashed windows, ashes in place of offices and banks, freeways taken over by grass and building crack and fall. We want to see people creep out of their protective cages in their gated communities and really meet and talk to their neighbors, we want to see ghettos evacuated, cities abandoned, and weeds where geometric rows of genetically engineered corn once was. We want to see people kissing, and playing, laughing and dancing, we want to see gifts instead of competition, relearning how to be a part of nature, and become wild again. We want life, real life without distraction. We want to liberate desire and live hard and dangerously. We want loyal and individual autonomy. We want anarchy."
Well, that aint happin! Dream on...


Me?? I want tolerance.

American Terrorists

Have you heard of them? E.L.F.

Earth Liberation Front.
They have no organized leadership. They take pride in their destruction. They could kill someone. It could be me or someone I love....

I don't understand their statement. "No growth. We must save the Earth. Lets blow something up to stop it." It's mad. It's wrong.

Here lies a painful obvious truth.
They believe their voices can only be heard by taking extreme and violent action.

What I hear is... "We are cowards and we value dirt, trees, animals, etc... over human life."

HEY!! E.L.F.!!!
Learn to play the game. You can still play dirty to save the world. Money, politics, power...start there. Use your brain. BLOWING UP CONSTRUCTION SITES DOESN'T WORK!! They have insurance and all you are doing is delaying the sprawl and raising our taxes.

How could anyone look at your "organization" and think...
hmm, that looks like a good thing to get into. They must really care about our world to go to those extremes. Who cares if some people die because of their statement, this is war! I'm sure the government will pass some great new environmental laws now!!

It's one thing to hug a tree and be willing to die for the Earth.
Radical Environmentalist.

It's a completely different thing to blow people up to save it.
Environmental Terrorist.

The latter makes me sick!
http://www.earthliberationfront.com/

Pipe Bomb Scare

Okay- this can stop NOW!!

My husband's office is across the street from the construction site where they found 5 pipe bombs last month.

The DMV found one yesterday and today....a false alarm at another site up the street from Michael.

I'm offically freaked out.

Learn about it here...
http://www.auburnjournal.com/

Another New Blog

I made a blog to share my pictures with the world. hahahahhahhhaaa...

here it is...
http://becauseyourworthit.blogspot.com/

it's called "kodak moments"

Also I hope everyone had a wonderful Valentine's Day.
My guy made a basket of goodies for me. Inside I found....a dozen red roses (third time since Christmas), a new CD (3 doors down), a candle (tropical scented to remind me of our vacation to Jamaica last summer), new undies from Victoria Secret (I recently went down a size...yeah!), a bottle of BV Merlot, a people magazine (my new favorite), and a beautiful card that I know he actually spent time trying to find the perfect one. It was...perfect. He's so thoughtful and I'm so lucky :)

I just downloaded Rhapsody. It comes free with my internet subscription. So far I like all the free Radio stations. I'm currently listening to the station "best of 2004".

I gotta go work in my daughter's classroom now, bye.

My Surprise!

I made it look like Valentine's Day threw up in his office!

Now I know a lot of guys wouldn't like this. But I know my guy. He's going to love this! I bought him gifts of music, candy, candles, Starbucks, and decorations galore.
What, no flowers?!?
Yes, of course there is! I sent him an ecard. The flowers will be on his computer.

I have VDF! valentine's day fever!

I LOVE THIS DAY!!

The day to show off the greatest gift you have...the ability to love.

Red is my favorite color. Red and white is the perfect combination and even though I can't eat chocolate (I'm allergic to milk products), it's the perfect confectionery to accompany the strongest human emotion...LOVE.

So what did I do for my sweetheart today??

I tried to do it last night....NO, not that! my plans were foiled and I had to wait until this morning.

I got up at 7am and set off to commit the one deception I can get away with this time of year.

I don't know if he has discovered my path of destruction yet, so I'll have to tell you after I get the call.

sorry- hang tight.

Painful Friday, OUCH!

I was on my way...when I got the call....

"Hello Kathy, this is Debbie in the office at Northside school..." her voice trailed off, but sounded so happy to have reached me. "We tried calling you at home but got your machine. Katie broke her collar bone. What hospital do you want the ambulance to take her to?"

"WHAT!!" somehow I wasn't prepared for that news.

"Yeah, I know this is a shock, but the paramedics say she's doing great, they just need to know what hospital you want her to go to, Auburn or Placerville?"

My head was still visualizing my daughter crying in pain. "Uhmmm, take her to Auburn, I'm on the freeway going to Roseville right now, so I'll turn around and go back to Auburn."
"Okay, thanks Kathy." click.

I tried calling my husband. He should be at home...No answer. Where is he? I tried his cell. No answer.
Before I could close my phone, I got another call from Debbie.
"Hello."
"Hi Kathy, hey listen they can't take her to Auburn because the accident is a trauma, they have to take her to Roseville Trauma Center."

"TRAUMA!!"
okay, to me "trauma" sounds bad!

"Uh, Okay, I take the next exit and go back to Roseville. Thanks Debbie."
click.

Now I'm trying to drive, wondering where my husband is, thinking about Katie in an ambulance, looking at the time (school's almost out, who will pick up my other daughter from school), and then it hit me..
Where is Roseville Trauma Center?
I know I've been there before when Thea had her accident, but where is it again?

No problem, I'll just call Debbie back.
I recently got a new cell phone, and I don't have my numbers all entered into it yet. I couldn't easily find the number for the last person who called me. This was frustrating.

I got out the address book from my purse and called my friend, Denise. No answer.
She's at the school! Most parents are going to be at the school for Valentine parties because school will be closed on Monday.

I have a fairly good memory and this time it didn't fail me. I found it! The hospital is next to sunsplash, just off the freeway. As I was just about to walk inside, my cell phone rang again.

"Hello"
"Hello, Mrs. -------. This is ??? (I don't remember his name). I'm the paramedic taking care of your daughter. We can't take her to Roseville because it's closed."

He sounded so happy that I thought he was joking! Hospitals don't close, I'm right here, they're not closed!"

"Who is this? You're joking with me right?"

"No mam. I wouldn't joke about something like this. I'm the paramedic, -----. We're just coming up out of the canyon and we're taking Katie to Auburn Faith Hospital."

Now I felt like an idiot. This really is the paramedic!
"Sorry, I thought you were kidding. I'm at the Roseville Trauma Center right now and they're not closed."

"oh, I meant closed to severely injured patients. They're too full. Katie is doing great, she'll be fine."

I asked to speak with her.

She was alright. *sigh*. Still, I couldn't wait to see her.

I got back in the car and finally reached Michael (my husband). He had been at the grocery store. No cell service in Georgetown. He'll stay home and pick up Megan.
another *sigh*.

It was a slow motion 70 mph ride back to Auburn. Long lines at the lights and pedestrians taking baby steps in the crosswalk.
Finally, I got there. I ran into the ER before anyone could call me and tell me something different. Immediately I saw a parent I knew in the waiting room and I thought, why is Chris here?
She was wondering the same thing about me. We chatted for a moment while I waited for my turn at the counter.

Room 9. She's in room 9.

I found it fast, like a women possessed. Get out of my way, I'm a mother on a mission!

However, nurses here see moms like me all the time and somehow managed to stop me.

"Here, sign these forms! Here, here and initial here."
"FINE!!" at this point I'll sign anything! Just let me see my girl!

After that everything slowed down. I stood with Katie as she lay in her huge wheeled bed. She had an IV and her finger was stuck inside a monitoring device that reads your pulse and oxygen levels. It hurt to move and she was covered in bits of grass, but overall she was doing well.

My phone started beeping. Low battery. Soon it was dead.

We talked and joked about the entire event.
She was playing football at recess. She caught the ball and a boy tackled her. She heard a crack and pop followed by severe pain.
The exrays revealed that yep, it's broken. The most common break for football players.

Football? I thought I had girls? Tom Boys. I have tom boys.

3-4 weeks in a strap that pulls you shoulders back to make you stand upright.

Luckily a chocolate milkshake from McDonalds has healing powers. Especially for a girl who just got braces put on her teeth the day before.

By the time we got home, all her friends had called, including the principal. One of Megan's friends even stopped by with a sweet little book she had made to help Katie feel better.

Megan. If I had any doubts about the relationship between my girls, I don't now. They were incredibly sweet to each other.
Megan, along with a bunch of other 2nd and 3rd graders saw the firetruck and the ambulance come. Katie asked to see her when she was on the ground and Megan kissed her on the cheek.

I'm so thankful this interaction happened because rumors of the accident raged throughout the school the rest of the day, from "Katie broke both her shoulders and one leg" to "Katie's in a coma!" Megan of course already knew the truth. During her valentine party she wrote "I love you Katie" on a big heart for her sis.

Katie, in the car ride home said "I'm glad this happened to me and not Megan. She is younger and I don't think she could handle it."

I love my girls so much. This accident put life in perspective. My kids. My family. They need me.
Suddenly my weekend of solitude didn't seem so necessary.

Happy Friday

Happy Friday to you.
I'm going away for the weekend. I've been given some time by myself to write. I've been wanting to do this for a long time. I'm so lucky to have a man who understands this. It's a long road of self discovery and sometimes I don't always like what I see.

I also get to spend a little time visiting my dad and uncle in the Bay Area. My dad is staying with my uncle in Pinole, doing some remodeling on his rental property. After that, in a couple of weeks, he'll be heading up to Washington to do the same thing for my aunt. He has 10 brothers and sisters!! My dad is the nicest guy I know!

See ya!! get some rest readers and relax. Why not?

Brace Face

I think she looks lovely.

She was nervous, just like anyone would be. Her friends have been telling her that it hurts, so of course she was nervous.

It took only an hour for molds to be made, brackets, wires and colored bands to be put on. I barely had any time to write. I can't believe I'm complaining because I didn't get to sit in the waiting room long enough, oh brother!

She said the only thing that bothered her was the tasted of the goop they used to make the molds. It was sour and stung like a needle being shot into her tongue. Uh...

Now we just have to load her up with motrin and soft foods like mashed potatoes for a while. I've been impressed with how advanced orthodontics have gotten. Plasma screen tv's, spy cams, titanium wires with memory and digital everything. You even use a keyboard to sign in. Nice.
No more going to the dentist every month...her next appt. is in 8 weeks. That's 2 months. Gotta love that!

Braces are Cool??

Katie has entered the dreaded Brace Face age. Actually- it's cool now to have braces!

Think about this the next time you let your cat lick your face! Gross. Why don't they get sick?

She's walking!!

Where the heck is my camera when I need it!!! Jeez!!

I almost started crying when I saw Thea walk. No, she hasn't miraculously regained feeling in her legs allowing her to get up from the wheelchair and walk...it wasn't that kind of miracle. She has worked hard for this to happen, and it didn't happen all at once.

As many of my reader who have listened to me talk about Thea knows, she was injured last April in a horse accident. She is a paralyzed from the waist down. But that hasn't stopped her from wanting her life back. She didn't wallow in self pitty. Any doctor who tried to tell her that "this is the way your life is now, accept it" she told off.

She tell them "Listen....you see that wheelchair over there....we are NOT friends and we never will be! I'm going to get my life back! You should be supporting me!"

It works. Everyone at therapy loves her. They follow us around the facility, eager to help. This is how it goes....
We try to show up early, so she can start out on the arm exercise bike thing (I'm so technical with my names for machines) then we go over to the weights to work out her upper body. (She is so strong...and worries that she's getting too buff) She jokes that she can't kick your butt, but she could punch your lights out!

Next her physical therapist stretches her legs on a short padded table. Together they spent 10 minutes strapping metal braces to her legs and moments after that she was standing! With the help of a walker, she swung her hips forward and back, forcing her legs to take steps. It's A LOT of work. On previous days she has done as much as 4 laps around the room. Today we were not on a time schedule, so she walked until she was absolutely beat. 6 laps. 6 LAPS!! That's amazing!!

The first time she walked 1 lap it took her 1 full hour to complete. Today she did 6 laps in that same amount of time. That's going from a 60 min. lap to a 10 min. lap. WOW!
I have never met anyone with more determination and pure strength as Thea, a 38 year old mother of 3 from the Netherlands!
I truly treasure this friend. She inspires me. I think of her when I am running. I don't take it for granted. At least I get to run...and walk...and so many other little things like go to the bathroom by myself!

After her awesome workout, we treated ourselves to a tasty lunch at LaBou. Chinese Chicken Salad. YUM! my favorite.
Then we headed to Roseville to tear up the isles at Costco. I can't believe how fast your cart fills up!! I got a nice workout too, lifting all those water & gatorade bottles!! (and cat litter, paper products, laundry detergent...etc..)

We causally rode home talking about her trip and all the many ways a disability changes your life. I have a new perspective now and let me tell you....it's not what you think. It's so much more than that.

One more thing I've learned.
DON'T teach your children that they should not ask a disabled person what happened. By trying to pretend that they are "the same" as everyone else, it feels rude. Kids and grown ups should ask..."Do you mind if I ask you about your disability?"
Most people do not mind talking about it. They are more comfortable in fact, because the doors of communication have been opened. Whispers feel awful!

DO treat them just as you would any person. They are not stupid. Me and Thea laugh and talk about things just like all friends do. It's okay to offer help. It's okay to ask what happened. It's okay to say, "wow, I love your shoes...where did you get them?"


You can learn so much.

Wear their shoes.

Wear their glasses.

You can learn so much.

THEA'S BACK!

My friend has come back from her trip to Holland. She had a nice visit with her family, but said it was so cold she could hardly move the wheels on her chair!

Tomorrow I'm taking her to Sacramento for her physical therapy appt. Then we'll probably go to lunch and maybe swing by Costco.

I always enjoy my days with her. She's great!

I want to know EVERYTHING!!

Cause I'm in love with you. I'm in love with you.

I don't want to talk about it.

I just want to sit and stare at you...

I don't want to fall to pieces...

Cold House, Cold Me

My heater broke! I called the repair man this morning.

It broke Saturday night. Why can't things break on the weekday when techs are cheaper?

I'm cold. I think I should go run. Of course I would have to get myself up and away from this black box.
I'm feeling lazy.

My dishes are starring at me.

My feet are cold and wet. Wet? It's raining outside.

That song is in my head again...and I don't want to fall to pieces... I just want to sit and stare at you.

back under the stars, back into your arms...

want to know how you feel, want to know what is real
I want to know Everything, EVERYTHING!!

It's by Avril Lavigne

I like the beat. I get lost in it.
I...
Open the box, fall inside...free fall and glide.

My daughter, Megan enjoys a popsicle after singing valentine songs in her school assembly. These days go by to fast!

TGIF

I'll bore you with my Friday...

It went like this....

Pulled myself out of bed after hitting the snooze bar 3 times. Got my girls ready for school, which was easy- I didn't have to make lunches (friday is pizza day). No sibling fights, it went pretty smooth. Home by 8:40 and out running by 9:00.
Then computer...blogging, see my running site.... http://runforyourlifeahhh.blogspot.com/

At 11:00 my friend, Celeste, picked me up and we went out for lunch. The local deli. This is a very small town and that's the local hang out. EVERYBODY goes there, so you get to say hi to about a dozen people. Plus they have really good sandwiches. I like the turkey and bacon on sourdough bread, though even the half size is way to much and I end up feeling sick from over doing it. But it tastes so yummy. I hate to throw it away. Washed it down with an iced soy mocha.

Food and I don't always get along.
I wish we didn't have to rely on it for survival. Can't we come up with some sort of technology that changes the way we view food? We already eat just because we want to. Why can't we make it strictly a social thing?
Think of all the people who wouldn't starve to death, or the money we could save by not having to feed inmates. Of course it would put a lot of people out of a job...hmmm. I would like a choice. To eat or not to eat....that is the question.
I hate it when my stomach starts to growl and I know I have to eat. I could get so much more done if those pains would just go away for good. Restaurants wouldn't be jammed packed with a bunch of grumpy hungry folks waiting angrily for a table. Fast food chains would die off because their food sucks. People would demand better tasting food. Because really...we'd only eat for pleasure! Plus prices would go down. Supply and demand you know...

Okay-enough of that rant. I'll write it into my story.

After lunch I took off for my daughter's school. Her third grade class, all dressed in red, sang 2 very cute songs about Valentine's Day. Much Too Sweet! Of course I video taped it! What kind of mom do you think I am? That's right the one that always has the camera. I'll try to put up a picture.
When they were done, I still had about 45 minutes before dismissal, so I sat in my car and got out my ibook. Man, I love that thing! I worked on my story for a while and before I knew it, the buses had shown up and were already loading kids.
Now here I am.
Time to go make dinner- Spaghetti.

That was a day in the life of me. Exciting, huh?

Tomorrow I'll go spend a few hours in Border's. Hey...more fun. I love my life!

I'm a Space Geek

Yes, it's true. I love Space. I'm a Space Geek.

If you haven't spent much time thinking about the infinate, it's never to late to explore.

Supernovas, light years, white dwarfs, constellations, iridescent ribbons of red intersteller hydrogen gases (very cool), nebulas, galaxies, comets....I could go on forever...

Thanks to the digital revolution, we are able to take the most breathtaking images of the universe. The COLORFUL universe! It's amazing!! When you think of space, do you see in black and white? Well, I've got news for you...it aint!

The most beautiful formations of color are painted above our heads. Our telescopes are finally being able to see in color. By using longer exposure times, AMATEAURS have been using modern electronic detectors that record light very differently from film. These smaller telescopes have produced some amazing photos. Get the magazine "Beautiful Universe" and you'll see what I mean. Gorgeous!

Have you ever wondered why my site is named "Wavelength?" Well wonder no more. It is a word astronomers use in terms of light and space. I considered "Frequency", but wouldn't you rather travel on the same wavelength? The same measure of light?
It just sounded better to me. Magical.

If you'd have asked me when I was 12, what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would have said..

"An Astronaut"

Then I found out how much math was involved! Well, it was a good idea. I lean more towards the artistic mind...using mostly the right side of my brain. Math resides in the left.

So, if I can't visit space in reality, I'll go there in my imagination, and I'm takin those pictures!

well then,
What IS an artist to do?

Write.
Write.
Write.

Annie Fanny goes to space.

Shh, keep your ego out of it.

There's no limit

to what you can achieve

if you don't mind

who gets the credit.