The Whistler's Dream

Everybody needs a dream...
Mine is to go to Oklahoma and play whistles for The Pioneer Woman. (Having been invited, not in a "creepy stalker" kind of way, for the record.) Heck, I'd play in a pup tent in the backyard for the joy of the cows and critters. What can I say? I'm a fan.
Everybody needs a dream...

Random Fluffy Foto!

Random Fluffy Foto!
Writing in bed, and Beka editing by ear. Really. The ear typed some letters. Really.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

The worst has come...

... and I feel like my heart has been torn out. There'll be a bit of silence here for the foreseeable future, and a lot of mourning after that. We'll talk again, friends... but not right now.

2 comments:

Jenelle said...

My heart aches and I'm at a loss for words. You are loved, respected, and cared for. Lots of prayers for you.

Hannah said...

Words can not express fully the sorrow I feel for you and Vicki. I love you both.