Friday, December 01, 2006
Look deeply - into my eyes!
You don't want to wear perfume. You want to smell fresh - not like a product. You want to scrub down with baking soda and sooth your skin with organic jojoba oil. (or organic coconut oil)
My mom gets spaced out around scents. She wont be able to make a decision if someone has on cigarette smells, or deoderant, or perfume, or hair spray, or makeup, or aire freshners, - So don't wear or employ any, thanks.
And please tell others that these things are not appropriate for "our meeting" as they are very distracting.
Climbing the rock at OZ beach
south of Sunset Bay
This is Jordan a year ago - before his father asked to see him (for the first time in a decade). He was bordering on thin- just like his brother and me. But as you have seen in recent photos he's gotten plump with just a touch of baby fat. He says it adds to "the cuteness factor" - along with that big winning smile of his.
I think he relies heavily on the cuteness factor when he wants something from me.
This is Amy Jane, my mom.
Jordan in Port Orford at Haystack Rock
where the great indian battle was fought
It's All an illusion
Standing in my back yard, in the early spring time, just after the frost has been blowdried off the inside of the freezer- hey this is Oregon= its kinda the same temp like this year 'round!- ready to plant in my garden there just behind me, I see my little toothpick brother behind my mother. I'm going to wrestle him!
Sure it's all an illusion. But this is how I look to anyone when I am standing up and they are not.
Removing concrete is a bit of a challenge
By the hand of our great Jordan, we remove the steps leading to our back door. Another preparation for the concrete. (Amy Jane falls down these steps more than she steps down them. They are too narrow.) Running a Jackhammer is no big deal- if you don't mind your teeth being rattled out of your head!
The Path to greatness begins
with humbling oneself
This Summer down by the Bay
After the fun
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