Once upon a time, I tinkered with photography.

It seems my inner artist misses taking pictures. So, when I asked Peaches out on for our Artist’s Date, she requested I bring a camera.

Here are some of my favorite pictures from our walk:

The plants are confused about whether it’s spring or fall. My trumpet vine and roses are blooming, but my lantana has long since retreated for its winter nap. Many of the trees have lost all their leaves, while some are just beginning to change.

My favorite part of the walk was listening to the leaves crunch beneath my feet. The sound gave the walk texture. It took me back to childhood–to a time when I would rake leaves into piles larger than life and jump in them for hours.

One thing photography does for me is it allows me to look at an object from a different angle or through a different filter. And today it helped me realize that I needed to apply that same philosophy to my current scene. Gee, I should get out more often.

To see all the pictures we took on our walk today, go here.

Barbara Samuel suggests we creative types should take our inner artist out on a date. An Artist’s Date is basically a method to refill the well.

God, my well needs refilling.

Today, I’m gonna wine and dine my inner artist. (Her name is Peaches, btw.) Okay, frankly, I’m not gonna wine and dine her. I’ve tried that…she’s refused. I am going to take a walk with my camera and just see what happens. (must recharge the battery. hang on, doing that now.)

I’m back and I’m hoping my camera won’t have the only recharged battery in this house after my walk.

Some folks call their inner artist their “muse”. I hate that word. I dunno why…but it bugs the crap outta me when I hear someone say, “My muse isn’t talking.”

Slap the bitch. Come on. You’re the pimp–she works for you!

Haha. Yeah, like that really works.

After wining and dining didn’t work, I tried the physical method. I sat down and forced her to work like the dog she is. Funny, I don’t think Peaches liked being forced to do anything. And she took offense to being called a dog.

My bad.

Poor Peaches. She just needs some time away to relax.

So do I.

Barbara Samuel suggests we creative types should take our inner artist out on a date. An Artist’s Date is basically a method to refill the well.

God, my well needs refilling.

Today, I’m gonna wine and dine my inner artist. (Her name is Peaches, btw.) Okay, frankly, I’m not gonna wine and dine her. I’ve tried that…she’s refused. I am going to take a walk with my camera and just see what happens. (must recharge the battery. hang on, doing that now.)

I’m back and I’m hoping my camera won’t have the only recharged battery in this house after my walk.

Some folks call their inner artist their “muse”. I hate that word. I dunno why…but it bugs the crap outta me when I hear someone say, “My muse isn’t talking.”

Slap the bitch. Come on. You’re the pimp–she works for you!

Haha. Yeah, like that really works.

After wining and dining didn’t work, I tried the physical method. I sat down and forced her to work like the dog she is. Funny, I don’t think Peaches liked being forced to do anything. And she took offense to being called a dog.

My bad.

Poor Peaches. She just needs some time away to relax.

So do I.

Well, the battle of the boot is over and sadly, my little piggies are shoeless.

We have bookend losses for the season. A record of 12-2 is nothing to sneeze at. I just wish we woulda played a better game today.

That’s okay, cuz we’re still playing the Gators next week for the SEC Championship. I’ll gladly give up the boot for the big dance down Victory Street. There’s a lot to be said for dancing barefoot.

Guess I’ll finish watching the Nebraska game so I can send a report overseas.

Go Huskers.

Well, the battle of the boot is over and sadly, my little piggies are shoeless.

We have bookend losses for the season. A record of 12-2 is nothing to sneeze at. I just wish we woulda played a better game today.

That’s okay, cuz we’re still playing the Gators next week for the SEC Championship. I’ll gladly give up the boot for the big dance down Victory Street. There’s a lot to be said for dancing barefoot.

Guess I’ll finish watching the Nebraska game so I can send a report overseas.

Go Huskers.

Go Hogs!

at 1:30 CST, my little piggies will face LSU Tigers in Little Rock, AR. How I wish I could be there…

But I’m not, so I’ll just watch the battle of the boot from the comfort of my couch while I stuff my face with leftovers.

Woooooooooo Pig Soooooooooie!

Go Hogs!

at 1:30 CST, my little piggies will face LSU Tigers in Little Rock, AR. How I wish I could be there…

But I’m not, so I’ll just watch the battle of the boot from the comfort of my couch while I stuff my face with leftovers.

Woooooooooo Pig Soooooooooie!

Wow. I couldn’t have asked for a better day. (other than someone doing the cooking for me… but then, if that had happened, would it have been as good? I think not.) We had 20 people at our house. 20! And it was a lovely day.

4 of the 20 were vegetarians, so I fixed some vegetable soup and some stuffed butternut squash. (which was, by far, my fave thing on the menu.) We also had some vegetarian stuffing (made by my momma and it was YUMMY) and some vegetable soup, salad, and rice.

Not to mention the usuals.

Kagan and his lovely wife brought 2 million pies. Okay, so really it was only 6 but seriously, it coulda been 2 million. Here’s what’s left over.

I cooked a turkey and a ham. Here’s what’s left over.Mmmmm turkey parts for good stock….

Mmmmm Turkey and ham for good sandwiches.

It was a great day. I only have two complaints:

1. My whole family wasn’t here.
2. It was over too soon

Now where’s my beverage?

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Pick a card designed by a kid.

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What a great thing to do for the troops.

Go here: Let’s Say Thanks

Pick a card designed by a kid.

Xerox will print it out on a post card and mail it to a soldier in Iraq who will be away from his/her family during the holidays.

What a great thing to do for the troops.