JUNGLELIFE

I Passed my test! Yay!!!!

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 12:08:23 GMT

Okay, so I get sworn in officially next week. I'm so happy this is finally over... just in time to vote too.

I received my citizenship test date!!!!

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 23:41:09 GMT

It's on a Thursday in August!

Guess what I'll be doing for the next month and a half...

...studying American facts and figures :)

Wish me luck!

The marks we erase

Fri, 23 May 2008 12:45:08 GMT

Most of you all know I'm in that phase of life right now, where my kids are young and very rambunctious... well specifically, my almost 3-year-old son, Tanner, is very rambunctious.

And so it goes that he has begun throwing his toys around. Anger management does not go over very well with young tots, I have learned. Every so often, we would receive detailed reports from his sister Morgan, about how he has flung the latest diecast hotwheels against our newly painted walls, with velocity and speed the likes of which we have never seen before. These episodes usually leave scratches and dings on our walls, which are not really visible, but we know it's there.

Dare I suggest to leave those marks on the wall? Heaven forbid! My husband stands ready with joint compound and touch up paint, like a well-equipped house-repair medic. At the slightest notion of paint scuff and drywall injury, he dutifully whips out the plaster to repair whatever damage Tanner has managed to inflict on our home.

And I wish he didn't.

I wish he would leave those scuff marks on the wall, and those dents in the wood furniture. I love to see those blemishes. I take pride in those dings and dents. I love to see the honest and raw emotion that my children have right now. No fronting, no pretence... just Tanner and Morgan. Years from now, I could trace those indentations and scuffs, and remember fondly the way they run up to me when I come home at night. Or perhaps by seeing those blemishes, I can smile and think back to how simple life is right now, with my two tempestuous babies, who fling diecast metal cars at my brand new walls.

Life happens and shit happens, and things will fall apart. So what? Your house becomes a home when you can look at it and say, "Yeah, I remember that gaping hole. Tanner put that there when he tried running over Morgan."

I want a house full of crayons scuffs and scraped paint and mysterious pudding stains. I want my house to be lived in.

Soon they'll be older, much older... with no time for mommy and daddy, no time to run to me when I get home at night, no time to cry in my lap, no time to read me a story when I'm too tired to read them a story, no time to give me hearty belly-laughs when I make the silliest joke, and no time to make me feel like I am the bestest thing they have ever laid their eyes on.

So, I think I'll take my ruined walls, thanks. It's my perfect little photo album of life.

May 4th - day before Cinco de mayo.. hope I spelled that correctly.

Mon, 05 May 2008 01:32:18 GMT

Nothing amazing to report, except that I am mighty glad May is here and next month it's June :)

Check out my video. It's a song by Dave Matthews Band - American Baby. One of my faves.

hugs and kisses,

Gracia

Umm... yeah, I've been grossly neglectful of my space...

Thu, 03 Apr 2008 03:52:13 GMT

...and for that I apologize.

Our company has finally made the big move downtown. We are at State Street, which is right at the water's edge. any further, and you're headed into Brooklyn or New Jersey. And I can see the Statue of Liberty all day, everyday. I promise to take some pics in the week.

I am in my second block of Psychology classes, and staying up tonight trying to get an assignment cleared and posted - needless to say, I am here on Spaces, when I should be doing schoolwork. I have zero discipline.

I had a fantabulous 32nd birthday. Holy Cow. The details thereof shall forever remain in my head and heart... and between all witnesses present that night.

I am an official subway rider. Let me tell ya... there are some crazy folk out there on those trains.

Life is good and I am happy.

Summer will soon be here and then I can finally wear my itsy bitsy skanky shorts.

By goddamn time.

Crazy NYC humor

Fri, 08 Feb 2008 20:50:31 GMT

I have a friend David, who has the wackiest humor I've seen and heard in a long time. Anyway, he wrote the following piece and I found it immensely funny. Thought I'd share with you all. It's taken straight from an email he sent me.

Observations from the 1 Train:

So I got on at South Ferry and I noticed that there was a rather large and dead looking fly on the seat across from me. People got on and off at various stops but nobody wanted to sit near the fly. Then at Chambers street the fly amazingly woke up and slowly walked to the edge of the seat. I was wondering if maybe it was sleeping or hurt. But when the train got to Canal street, our winged friend hopped off the seat and took flight out the door. I couldn't help but laugh because that fly did what we all do. We sleep until the stop before our exit, then get ready and when we get to our exit, we get off. But then it occurred to me, that was a fly and flies can fly right? Why would it take the subway? Hmmm. Lazy I guess :)

Rob Thomas Little Wonders

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 00:19:21 GMT

let it go,
let it roll right off your shoulder
don't you know
the hardest part is over
let it in,
let your clarity define you
in the end
we will only just remember how it feels

our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain

let it slide,
let your troubles fall behind you
let it shine
until you feel it all around you
and I don't mind
if it's me you need to turn to
we'll get by,
it's the heart that really matters in the end

our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain

all of my regret
will wash away some how
but I can not forget
the way I feel right now

in these small hours
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away but these small hours
these small hours, still remain,
still remain
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away
but these small hours
these little wonders still remain

Update

Sat, 26 Jan 2008 14:08:45 GMT

So what has been happening thus far?

Mmmm... let's see:

My only brother and his beautiful wife and baby will be visiting in June 08 for a coupla weeks.

I am so excited by this, I cannot even tell you.

Still patiently waiting to receive my test date for the citizenship test.

Psychology classes begin Monday 28th. Yay! My course counselor, Amanda, is rock solid.

Tan-tan and Morg are becoming the most amazing components of my life.

My cousin will be aupairing for my kids, which means I will be able to see my children everyday. It has been absolute hell since I started this job... not being able to see them. At one point, I was ready to say "screw it"... no job is worth not seeing your children for 5 days in a row. Yes, I was losing it big time.

My MIL is insane. It's not a professional diagnosis, but lemme tell ya, the signs are there.

What else, what else...

Oh yes, we welcomed a new addition to the family two weeks ago. I didn't tell ya'll that we have a new baby? She is just gorgeous and her name is Ford Explorer.

It's Saturday morning... and I have a million things to do this weekend!

Toodles y'all!

((hugs))

~~Grace~~

Crackpots and Psychology - all in a day

Wed, 16 Jan 2008 23:29:33 GMT

Wowsers, ooowweee.... I just read one heck of a nasty comment on my "We don't need anymore of you people in our country" blog. Obviously the writer of that comment had not a clue in which context that blog was written, but whatever. People just don't read. It's a thorough shame.

Why do I even write all this crap? What makes me think anyone else besides my family back in Cape Town, South Afica, would have a remote interest in what I have to say or do? Yeah, its an outlet and one can be a part of a great community of bloggers, but man oh man, when crackpots like the above said commentor comes around and pisses all over my site... it makes me a little ill at ease.

At some point I realize that this blog is probably going to have to be restricted somewhat.

Anyway, today I attended a Birth-to-Three meeting with other parents of toddlers who have developmental difficulties - it was a chance to meet and connect and share experiences. Gearing my psychology degree towards a specific field has been a challenge, since there are so many specialties within the Psychology universe, but today at the Birth-to-Three meeting, I gained a sense of direction. I feel comfortable with the idea that I am going to assist young minds and behaviour.

Tanner's seeming disability is a blessing in disguise. My angel is showing me the way.

Till we see each other in 2008...

Sun, 16 Dec 2007 14:25:09 GMT

Merry Christmas!

with love,

from

Bryth, Gracia, Morgan and Tanner

My brain is on 'sleep' mode

Sun, 09 Dec 2007 18:45:45 GMT

Omigoodness, are people going Christmas Crazy or what? Apart from some internet purchases, I have done zero shopping thus far, and with 13 or so days left to Christmas, well... I'm not so sure if Santa will be making the rounds to my house this year.

It's becoming harder to deal with all the crowds... with all the pushing and shoving. I guess, before children, it wasn't so bad. But boy oh boy... now, forget it. Yesterday, my prince and princess magically knew exactly at which point they had to scream their loudest - exactly at that point when I reached for my wallet only to discover that I left it in the glove compartment of my car, which by the way, was parked at the furthest end of the mall... 1 mile away.

Times like these, I wish I kept a spare $100 bill tucked away in my bra. Surely that was the intent for sticking money in our underwear, right?

But no, dear friends. No spare bill in my bras, and trust me... I looked. Just me, a loaded cart, two screaming tots and an increasingly impatient cashier.

I thought I would have all this figured out by now. But somewhere between giving birth and yesterday, I lost all common sense and maybe 20% of the working part of my brain. Husbands please note: It's not that your wife doesn't listen to you - it's just that since having children, all ability to function 'normally' has been lessened significantly, especially around Christmas. Your understanding of our situation is appreciated, thank you. Besides, you signed up for this, so deal.

There has to be a better way to do this whole Christmas thing.

And I know I keep saying this year after year.

But Oy vei, there has to be a better way to do this whole Christmas thing!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Wed, 21 Nov 2007 23:33:35 GMT

Happy Thanksgiving Everybody!

I thought this was a cute pic :)

We don't need anymore of you people in our country

Sun, 18 Nov 2007 15:06:00 GMT

I received a message in my inbox that said: "No thankyou... we don't need any more of you people in our country."

Okay, so what exactly does 'you people' mean? Permanent residents? Africans? I am not in the frame of mind to start a debate, because there are lots of loser American citizens out there with not an ounce of intelligence, who shout from behind closed doors and curtains. And reasoning with people like this is like arguing with a brick wall. Ya ain't goin nowhere.

My first reaction was to say fuckyouall, because I am a citizen of an amazing country already, thank you, so you can stuff your stars and stripes where the sun doesn't shine... but truthfully, that is not the way I feel. I love and respect the United States, I love the freedom, the safety... I love everything. My kids were born here, my husband was born here, and as a Marine he served his country... and similarly I served the US government overseas, albeit in a smaller capacity.

So how the fuck does anyone come off saying we don't need anymore of you people here in our country. ?

Ignorance frustrates the shit out of me.

Don't worry, I don't speak this way infront of my kids.

If only people could read...

Sat, 10 Nov 2007 20:10:06 GMT

Okay all, I'm not going to be deported... I'm not running from the police... I'm not a criminal. Being fingerprinted is a normal part of the process of naturalization, so don't fret - I'm gonna be alright.

But thanks to all who give me encouragement.

Oh... and one more thing to all you would-be suitors - I am married, with children! I am not interested in engagements, marriage or traveling to far off distant Asia or Egypt to be your "loving friend". While the thought of living in the wilds of Pakistan strikes a slight note of interest, I am not going to give up my lake, NYC or my life here in CT to have "a good time with many riches".

I am not a porn-star, a movie-star or some fabulous celebrity, as some have asked.

I'm just a regular ole mom, with holes in her socks and who wakes up every morning with hair that looks like hay. That's about it.

Sorry to disappoint you, JJ, Aziz, Bum, et al... and all my other message stalkers.

I'm under investigation...

Sat, 03 Nov 2007 14:22:36 GMT

...well, I will be! I received a notice of action from the Department of Homeland Security to have my fingerprints taken for my naturalization application. Soon the Federal Bureau of Investigation - or whoever does background checks - will do their thing and clear me for the all important Citizenship test. How long that is going to take is anyone's guess. Fortunately, I've been a good girl... relatively good... my whole life (apart from a deliquent clothing account at age 21 - thanks Mom for bailing me out), so this should be a piece of cake.

Added later...

I've added Caribbean Blue to my media player, simply because it's one of my all time favorite songs in the world. The first time I heard it, I must have been about 13 or 14 years old... it's hard to explain when a song just tugs at your soul. Wow, it's still as enchanting and beautiful as the first time I heard it - truly escapist. I'm almost sure I was a pixie in a previous life or an elf in a present parallel universe, because I have this need to don tights and fairy feathers when I hear this song.

Morgan is famous - well semi-famous...

Sat, 20 Oct 2007 16:16:48 GMT

How cute is this? Morgan made the local newspaper as part of her preschool ad. Next stop: presidential candidacy.

I'm awake, Nooner :)

Sat, 06 Oct 2007 18:27:36 GMT

Okay, so I've let a month and a few days go by without so much as a post. Not to worry, I'm around and reading... dropping off notes here and there. My babies are still great and stud of a hub is sleeping on the sofa right now.

Also, Big Trench, Louise and others - ya'll need to know that I will eventually come around :)

Latest news:

* Our company is moving downtown. That's right. Downtown. In the vicinity where the World Trade Centers used to be.

* Because of the above, employees are talking about leaving the company.

* I completely understand their fear.

* Extra commute, fear of terror strikes.. etc etc.

* I however, cannot leave.

* Why?

* My company will be subsidizing my college tuition.

* What to do, what to do.

* Hey, life is not a bowl of icecream always.

* Sometimes life is a bowl of really disgusting pea and ham soup.

* But you make the most of it.

* And try to suck up the extra 15-minute subway commute Downtown.

toodles,

Gracia~~~

Lately things and what-nots...

Fri, 31 Aug 2007 09:43:53 GMT

Now remember, dear friends, not too long ago, I immersed myself completely and wholly into fulltime motherhood. As I walked the walk (hip-positioned for baby), talked the talk (scaled down 2-syllable words only) and looked the part (cargoes, flip-flops and t-shirt), imagine my surprise when I entered the working world 3 months ago and... alas... discovered to my dismay, that I had to carry on a full-blown adult conversation, with… full-blown adults, using full-blown adults words, wearing full-blown adult clothing and walking upright… like a full-blown adult. Horror incarnate. I kept scrounging around for a toddler somewhere, to place on my hip, just to get my vertebrae in their proper skew position.

· And soon it dawned upon me that I cannot speak English. During introductions on my first day of work, I could not bring myself to utter intelligent words or phrases, or even sound remotely educated. I could not find it within me to speak frankly. I could not carry on a goddamn conversation. For all these years, I have successfully scammed everyone. Not intentionally, because I think I may have scammed myself. What I thought was fair grammar, was in actual fact, just a bunch of words strung together to get my point across.

Who knows, for my entire 31 years, I may have been using a combination of sign language and guttural sounds to communicate, because God knows, I lost all sensibility when I returned to work. How in dickens was I supposed to perform my daily functions in a big NYC corporate office with limited vocabulary? I was a blithering fool. A Mother. A Mommy. Give me a kitchen and a tyke and I’ll show you a thing or two. Instead, I was handed a desk, a PC and a phone, and suddenly I was stuck at huh?. What’s that? Oh ra-ra-righttt… a phone. I’m supposed to speak into it now? Great.

· On the spousal front, Hub is great and I am reminded every so often of what a stud I’ve snagged. I am also reminded that men are stubborn creatures who pay no attention to detail (only when it suits them). Woefully, at the hands of husband, three of my really beautiful cashmere sweaters have succumbed to a dryer death. Husband didn’t understand why I flipped out like a crazed baboon, upon discovering my shrunken-to-shit cashmere sweaters. He did not grasp why I proceeded to blurt out a string of incoherent profanities at him, all the while stretching at the shrunken cashmere in a failed attempt to restore size and shape. I would have lunged at him - indeed I would have - but he is twice my size and violence would have been futile. Devastation and despair does not begin to cover the range of emotions I experienced at that unique moment. I was one mad mama. I care not to discuss this any further.

· Due to my hubs absolute disregard for apparel, I have had to reorganize the children’s closets 4 times in 1 month. Husband does not understand my ridiculous need to organize by season, type and color. And hello… pink hangers for girls, and blue hangers for boys…. you twit. And no, I don’t care that toddler clothes are small and cannot hold a fold. Fold, you shall. Since when did folding become an option? Stop this madness. At once.

· One time in this past month, I have had to endure the painful process of watching Husband boil and butcher my prized Basmati rice into oblivion. Yes, I’ve had my hand slapped and… gasp, shoved out of the way… when I tried to offer a hand of help. Tell me, who on this beautiful planet can stand to watch kitchen massacre of this type? I tried to save you, Basmati… I did. Husband wouldn’t let me. I’m sorry.

· However… and this is a huge however…dinner is 95% of the time waiting and ready when I get home. And trust me, that is a wonderful thing at the end of the day. Husband tends to the kids like a champ, without me asking, mind you. He is still amazing at everything he does (except aforementioned instances). And on occasion I still get to experience the bliss of… um… unplanned union. Of the pre-marital type. So it all equals out.

· For a while I was worried about my little boy Tee, as he was not developing as ‘normal’. To cut a long story, Birth to Three is a state funded program that assists children from Birth to age 3 in their physical and mental development. When you sense that your child is not on par (not climbing, speaking, pointing, eating on his own) with the rest of the toddler population, what do you do? You tell your doctor, and your doctor refers you to Birth to Three. Of course every friend and family member has said “Gracia, your child is normal. All children develop at different rates”, but being the neurotic parent that I am, I had to cover all my bases.

So So we set up an appointment and ran Tee through a battery of tests. His scores more than qualified him for the program. At the start of this year, he could not name anything, he could not talk, he was not climbing or pointing, he knew no animal sounds, he could not count and did not sing. Today he is counting, climbing, pointing, talking, making animals sounds on cue, naming body parts. He is doing just great. I would like to believe that it’s his own development and not as a result of any work done by Birth to 3. But hey, I’m grateful for any help they can give. And he also gets a State provided play-date once a week! For free!

· Morg is 4 going on 16. Quick as a whip and forgets nothing. She loves her books and as far as girly girl goes… she has the market covered on that one. She luv luv luvs jewelry, shoes, dresses and makeup… thank you Target, you rock. Yes, my wallet is extremely appreciative - and heck, I still have money for dinner. HSN and QVC viewer ratings have shot up exponentially since I have introduced Morgan to the medium of online jewelry shopping. She says “Mommy, oooh… look at those beautiful earrings – can we buy them? Do we have enough monies?” And I have to say, “Well, maybe we can ask Daddy for monies... how about that, Morgie?” And she’d reply with, “No, no, no… we have to use our own monies, silly Mommy… Daddy doesn’t have any monies!”

She’s the cutest thing ever.

Other news:

· My little niece Hannah Marais was born on July 23^rd. Man, I just wanna fly to Africa and hold her. She is absolutely adorable!

· My cousin Shevon (who is a blogger on spaces too) spent two weeks with us here in NYC. We had a freakin ball.

· We are having a large pine removed from our front yard, costing us exactly $900. Ouch.

· I have applied for American Citizenship. Paperwork has been submitted and fees paid. Tick tock… let the waiting begin.

· I watched My Cousin Vinny for the first time the other day, and man, I was crying with laughter. That movie is going on my top 10 list of all-time faves… and I’m totally practicing that Brooklyn accent. You’re what? You’re goin’ huntin’? You gonna shoot a deeyah? A little doe-eyed deeyah? Loving it.

Other minor things:

· Trying to narrow down my BA degree path from the vast array of options. Yup, I’m going to be an adult learner.
· We’re sourcing out and planning costs for a new driveway. Hopefully it’s less than $5K. Our driveway is mighty long.
· Trying to determine if buying 3 flat-screens is more important than doing the driveway.
· About Iraq - For #@$% sake, enough already. Bitcholio.
· Totally voting for Hillary… if she makes it... and if I am a citizen by November 08.
· Making sure my Mom-in-law is not giving Morg and Tee any lead-infested toys from the 70’s. She has an entire attic filled with them. It’s enough Tee is sporting his father’s toddler duds from 30 years ago. Let me tell ya… she threw nothing out. Nuttin’.
· Were trying to get the town to pave our road. Our road’s surface is Busted. To. The. Core. I’m surprised no-one has tripped and fallen yet. You could not walk barefoot on our street unless you were in the market for bloodied and mangled toes. I’ve seen other roads in our town get paved that were in great shape to begin with. Mind you, when we first moved in, it looked charming… you know… all disheveled in a cute, country-farmy-dirt-road kind of way. Now it just looks poor and abandoned. In short, Ghetto. Thank God for Connecticut summers… those trees, shrubs and wildflowers can disguise a multitude of sins.
Well, that's it for now, folks. A lot here, I know, but next time I'll keep it simpler. I have about 100 spaces to visit today (I have the day off), so expect me anytime this weekend....
Hugs, for always
Gracia~~~

So much to say, where do I begin?

Sat, 25 Aug 2007 13:26:00 GMT

Well, lets see... kids are good, hub is great... job is fantastic...

But there's so much more... and I just wanted to sweep infront of my door a little just to let y'all know I'm still here.

I'll be back with a detailed post soon.

You all are my darlings, and I've genuinely missed this.

-Gracia

Work so far, so good...

Sat, 09 Jun 2007 13:48:56 GMT

Okay, so I've been working for 2 weeks now... and strangely not as maladjusted as I thought I would be. I simply got back into the swing of corporate life as if I never left it. Well honestly, the first day, I felt like a fish out of water, but soon after (and this is only because the guy who trains me is super duper awesome) I was back in the game.

I've been meeting some amazing people, at work, on the train - gosh, it's so funny how being at home can narrow your world to basically 3 things - kids, house and paying bills. Not that it has to be that way... it's just that, you lose sight of the rest of the world outside of your front yard... and being a mom, those three things become priority for you - making sure your kids are okay, the house is in order, and that the bills are paid. You are secondary. Your 'look' is secondary. You eat last. You bathe last. You are last, because your family is first.

All that has changed the day I started working. Kids are now with grandma through the week (I get to see them on Wednesdays and weekends) and the only person/s I worry about during the week is myself and occassionally the husband. He does the laundry (I do my own), he cooks (he comes home at 3.30pm, I come home at 7pm). All of a sudden, it's me now. What will I wear... what will I have for lunch...

Not that my family is last on my list now. Never! It's just that when my job was the kids, house and bills, it came first. Now that my job is in the city, that is first. The idea doesn't translate well typed out, but I'm sure many of you understand where I'm coming from.

Anyway... NYC is still NYC. Crowded, crazy and full of life. I'll never stop saying this: I am a zillions times lucky to be working there. At Times Square! Me, a little girl from a small suburb in little-heard-of Cape Town... now in New York, where the stars are, where the action is, where stuff comes together. I smile every day on my way to work.

Isn't summer awesome? I may work in the city, but I have the advantage of coming home to gorgeous Connecticut. It's like coming home to a vacation spot each night!

I'm happeeeeeeee :))))))

Photo Album: stuff I make

Sun, 04 May 2008 04:13:52 GMT

stuff I make

fossil - for more info write to aquusharbor@hotmail.com

chrysalis lariat - for more info, write to aquusharbor@hotmail.com

oyster - for more info write to aquusharbor@hotmail.com

sunflower - for more info, write to aquusharbor@hotmail.com

aquarium - for more info, email aquusharbor@hotmail.com

desert - for more info email, aquusharbor@hotmail.com

butterfly - for more info write to aquusharbor@hotmail.com

moonlight - for more info write to aquusharbor@hotmail.com

fire dancer - for more info, write to aquusharbor@hotmail.com

spirit - for more info, write to aquusharbor@hotmail.com

More Photos...

Photo Album: September 05, 2001

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 17:15:05 GMT

September 05, 2001

gb sept 5

gracia and bryth 2

gracia and bryth

wed pic 2001

Photo Album: Latest pics

Sun, 20 Apr 2008 01:33:21 GMT

Latest pics

Shevon and NYPD van

Shevon in the middle of times square

Me having breakfast before work

naked cowboy and fans

morg on cell in train

Tee on 2nd birthday

Me and morg at Bronx zoo

Grandpa and tee saying hi to Rhino

Morg

Tee touching Rhino

More Photos...

Photo Album: Morganolo is finally four!

Sat, 05 Apr 2008 13:32:54 GMT

Morganolo is finally four!

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Photo Album: random pics of friends, family etc...

Wed, 12 Mar 2008 09:06:59 GMT

random pics of friends, family etc...

At marine ball in Cape Town - Cpl. Halpin and me.....and now we're married...how amazing..

Dad giving me kisses

morganolo

morg being silly

thanks santa...love the truck...

another pic another day...

took a picture of my bear and adobed the image to create an 'old' feel...

irina with earrings

morgan on her way to a date

waiting for santa to come...

More Photos...

Photo Album: cape town, and other really cool places...

Tue, 04 Mar 2008 00:35:57 GMT

cape town, and other really cool places...

sleepy african lion

queen protea, SA's national flower

st james beach houses, muizenberg, cape town

camps bay with the twelve apostles in background

zebras

clifton first beach, capetown

concrete jungle, new york city, west side

v+a waterfront with table mountain in background

buffalo - the south africa version of the texas longhorn.

clifton in the summer

More Photos...

Photo Album: Jesse Barker Photography

Sat, 02 Feb 2008 00:40:56 GMT

Jesse Barker Photography

blue eyes

cat

guitar

little girl grey

sea weed

sunrise

waiting

Photo Album: random face pastel

Mon, 21 Jan 2008 20:45:20 GMT

random face pastel

full face

eyes

Photo Album: stuff I painted for my kids

Sat, 12 Jan 2008 20:58:29 GMT

stuff I painted for my kids

elephant

fish

lion

Photo Album: how much is that doggy in the window?

Sat, 12 Jan 2008 17:46:05 GMT

how much is that doggy in the window?

irish wolfhound running

irish wolfhounds in front

irishwolfhounds

irish wolfhound so cute

irish wolfhound cute...

irish wolfhound so big

3 irish wolfhounds

face irishwolfhound

girl with irish wolfhound

Photo Album: new pics

Sun, 16 Dec 2007 01:11:19 GMT

new pics

shevon and shaun

Photo Album: art on my walls

Sun, 18 Nov 2007 14:44:20 GMT

art on my walls

The master bedroom - andrew wyeth

Bad boys of the arctic - thomas d mangelsen

Ides of march - andrew wyeth

Black and white cat

Morning in a pine forest