The fun thing about a blog is that YOU get to learn WHO I REALLY AM. Isn't that fun for you? It is all so personal. And as I write about things that are near and dear to me, I have come to find that, actually, there aren't that many people who know The True Inner Me. This is a little sad, but not really.
My husband knows every darn thing there is to know. My sister and I communicate on a deep level because of our mutual history, but we are very different people. My parents and I share DNA so they know where I'm coming from, but have probably always wondered where the hell I'm going. I have lovely friends whom I adore and we laugh and spend lots of time together, but we are so busy wrangling children and juggling life that a great deal goes unsaid.
What does all this have to do with all these photos of dinosaurs? You don't have a clue, do you?
These dinosaurs represent my greatest personal longing...kids aside.
If I could do and become anything in this world that I wanted to do or become (and I can), I would be a welder of magnificent yard art. I would be good. I would make enormous insects out of salvaged VW hoods, dinosaurs just like these, bigger than life flocks of emus.
All I need is a lofty workshop, a welder, someone to teach me how to use the thing, about 4 tons of funky scrap metal, an old pick-up truck with a trailer, some leisure time and a wealthy patron.
So now you know a little more about me.
How 'bout you?
Oh yes! I almost forgot! These
fabulous fellows were created by a man named Bob Dorris, a retired Air Force engineer. You can find them deep in the countryside of Erie, Kansas.
My dear friend is going through some tough times. I called her yesterday to say hello and offer what I have to offer....colorful curses aimed at her soon to be ex and playmates for her children. And look what she brought me! We finally had time to chat, just as she was going into the thrift store. I'll call you back in a sec, she said, they close in 5 minutes. One minute later the phone rang.
