i've always been crazy about eating in diners late at night.

i love being one of two people in our age groupsitting in sticky booths in greasy

dives in the middle of nowherestaring out through half fogged windows watching

cars pass on the interstate. pushing a small pile spilled sugar around with my fingertip as

the boy across from me sips coffee from the chipped mug as the waitress with the

mustache talks about how she's "really going to leave him this time" to an overweight cook.

the entire experience is just amazing. the orange, tungsten lightingthe smell of coffee

the sound of grease popping. there are always truckers. always. and they always smell

like cigarettes and they're always wearing dirty shirts and trucker hats and they haven't

had a chance to shave in a few days...but they talk sweet to the waitress and take their coffee black. we all know i have a strange affinity for street lights and empty parking lots and the

neon glow of the diner's sign reflected puddles in potholes peppered around the parking lots.

just really makes my heart skip a beat. being in the middle of nowhere, pouring into empty

car seats at 3 a.m.catching a glance as the stars as we pull onto the interstate with the taste

of burnt toast and hot chocolate in my mouth.

it's always amazing.

always.

This season

I still remember the dream that I had this morning, I still remember rolling over and seeing his face close to me. I remember hearing my phone ring in my dream and seeing who it was and when I went to go answer it I woke up. I woke up to 2 Minutes to Midnight by Iron Maiden and saw that mom was calling me.

"You need to come out here, now. Darla is loose, running around."

"What? How did she get loose? Be there in ten."

Haven't had my coffee and haven't cooked breakfest. I pulled on my jeans, put on my bra, and oversized t-shirt. Walk like a zombie to the living room and put on my shoes. Realize my shoes are under some clothes in our room. When I woke up he had already left for work, must have been 10mins before mom called. I grab my keys and purse and open the door to a chilly morning. The Fall season will come around early.

The drive to moms this morning was very, nice. I rolled the windows down and put on my ray bans. Felt the cool air on my skin and put my car on cruise control.

Rocky Top

Jerry O. Lowery Sr. passed away August 17, 2009. He was buried today and it was a beautiful funeral. He helped my mother with the passing of my father 17yrs ago. It was hard listening to his daughter talk about how amazing he was because each word was like a sting to making me cry. At the end of the service, they played his favorite song, Rocky Top. The music started playing and I cried even harder. Mom hugged me as I was handed tissue, telling me that Jerry will see my dad for us. I wasn't really thinking about that, I was thinking how I was talking to a girl that I work with that I would want to play my favorite music if I passed away.

Jerry will forever be with everyone he made feel special.

Letterman

Picked this baby up at Goodwill. $12.99 plus this amazing tax. I also picked up a very soft top from J. Crew (4.99). I love Goodwill, it's so nice to my wallet.

My home, our home

Welcome to part of our home. This isn't all of our small living space but I hope you like what you see. :)

I had this cat who loved to play with anything with the name paper and she had a fit with this lantern. It was a bit longer but the bottom was so tore up that I had to figure out what to do with it. I taped the bottom up and left it alone for about a year till I could figure out what to do with it. A few months ago i went to hobby lobby and bought these cool shells and string them on to the lantern. I had gotten the idea from the christmas project I did for Sabrina with the feather/ shell windchime.

This painting is the first one to be complete on large canvas. I have finished small ones but none this size and the ones I have yet to finish are still waiting. I was a bit sad to finish it because I had so much fun with it. I love how it turned out. It's a mix media painting. I used Gesso, Acrylic paints, and new paper with glue.

This is in the kind of kitchen area. I recently put the American flag up because it was laying on the tv. It belong to Nathans grandfather and I felt like it should hang again. The bass is mine, and the green lamp came from my aunts garage sell that never happened. The blue bucket has dog food in it for Darla and the clock was a steal from Essex ( $6 compared to $45 at Kohls). The Iron Maiden poster came from work and the Coors bar art came from a estate sell in town ( Birthday gift to Nathan, it's cheesy but I thought it was cool).

Ah, the livingroom, where we spend most of our time because we're poor. The lanterns starting from the left; blue one from mom, the green and red ones are from Pier 1. The wall hanging is from Renfest, a gift to Nathan. Lamp by the window is my mothers, it's really pretty, detail craving on the lamp and on the shade is dried roses from my moms yard.

This is the bathroom wall. The pictures are things I created 3yrs ago. The one with the lady was a finding myself. healing piece and the rayograph was done in high school in photography class. The frame came from Old Time Pottery when I worked there. There were three frames but the 3rd one was broken so I took the two.


There will be more, as soon as I finish clearing things out of the way. I doubt I'll show the bedroom because it's so bla right now. I can't make it all indian like the way I had my old room. Oh well!