I like this guys work

http://www.lewisblehrman.com/Paintings.htm

for example:

rainy days make me feel fine...

Lets All Just Go To Heaven Now

It would solve so many problems. Here are some pictures of things I am thinking about.

Peacocks: the colors and contrasts

Zebras and Zebra/Horse mixes:

Can this really happen and how hard would it be to get and train one?

Owl Prophet: He's a great guy.

Emily: Where is she right now and what is she doing tomorrow morning?...

Polar Bears: How much I like them and how impressive they are.

Green

My Lovely Cat

His name is Kadar and he thinks I look delicious! His brother Tahan is larger but less "friendly" if you can even call a 300 lb. Malayan , carnivorous tiger, friendly. :) Kadar is my buddy as far as through the glass and mesh in their dens goes. To bad most people don't get to come to the zoo at 8:00 am to see the best parts and moods of my job.

Random Wednesday

I Asked The Little Boy Who Cannot See

I asked the little boy who cannot see,
"And what is colour like?"
"Why, green," said he,
"Is like the rustle when the wind blows through
The forest; running water, that is blue;
And red is like a trumpet sound; and pink
Is like the smell of roses; and I think
That purple must be like a thunderstorm;
And yellow is like something soft and warm;
And white is a pleasant stillness when you lie
And dream."

How I Found Owl Prophet

The Other Side of Me

It is not the most obvious side of me but there is some where a part of me that would survive in New York City on the top floor of a chic apartment building over looking the Statue of Liberty.

with My Little Friends.

Jeremiah 29:11

For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

Its About Time...

...For me to update and for Spring to come!

Until then I refuse to give any excuses for such a long span of not writing.

To start on catching back up with all that goes on in this world, I will put up Two "Before and After" pictures from my childhood and then now. Then in my next post I will put up three pictures of what I want my life to look like for the rest of the year. I will probably give brief descriptions for the before and after pictures but the ones for my future are to be interpreted by my steadfast readers however the see fit. Don't worry they are not abstract.

Sincerely Sincere,

Lydia

#1 My sense of style has improved and hopefully for the better!

Before:After:
#2 I still spend as much time with animals in general and dogs and horses in particular as possible.

Before:
After:

And Now for the First Time...Part 1

The one and only magnificent recounting of the expedition. Not just any expedition, this was The Expedition to pick up the goat. The four hour one way road trip to pick up a rare and endangered San Clemientine Island goat.



It started out with myself Emily, Steve, Ariyana and the rambuncious puppy Lydia Dog all in one car heading out at the crack of dawn to embark on this mission of great importance. The seating arrangments were as follows: Emily, The Never Tired, driving. Steve, The Entertainer, in the front passenger seat, entertaining. TomTom/Susan, The Most Helpful Electronic Guidance System, on the dashboard. Ariyana, The Chatter Box, chattering to herself punctuated by statements to us, in her car seat behind Emily. Myself, The Companion (and soon to be "Great Mediator" of the soon to be picked up goat. And Lydia Dog, (a.k.a. Puddle o' Cuteness, shortened to Puddle O' so as not to confuse the dog with the human) sitting in the middle... of the back and front, half on the consul half on the back seat; she is quite the lanky creature. Her role in this escapade was for introductions with the goat and her very protective self to start in a controlled enviorment though to what degree controled the goat was has yet to be discovered.



So thus it began, we ate breakfast and hit the road after stopping at the dump to clean out the car for better gas mileage. Also the dump was where we decided which voice our GPS should have, coming to the conclusion of Susan after analysing each voice with direct precision. We arranged to drive the senic route using back roads and highways rather then the interstate which proved a good decision as we saw some of the most darling houses, unusually large numbers (due to there migration) of hawks, a bald eagle or two, and enough fences and cattle to keep Ariyanna exclaiming at regular intervals "Look at the fence! Do you see the fences Granddaddy? It's a black fence" sometimes regaurdless of what color it truly was. As we began to get farther north, the swamps and pine trees thinned to rolling hills and hard wood forests with increasing amounts or large rocks. Then all of a sudden there were mountains of varying shades of blue in the distance. One of the goofier moments was stopping at a rest stop and realizing we had no leash for Puddle O' and having to walk her with a large, horse size, lead rope we had brought for the goat. This was made extra comical with her confused antics as she had never been on a leash before.