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My very Favorite animals! Aren't they just TOOOOOO cute????

My mom in a typical pose....she is only 3 after all. ;o}

Pic of me....as a bridesmaid.

As a bridesmaid again with my brother in a very fitting hat (I got it for him )

mom and me

mom and me again

Cats from outerspace

Me at 7 Tom at 10

Did I mention I used to rebuild carburetors?

Portrait I did of Marylin

and one of Elvis

Portrait of a little sister in our hall

Me again

This one I think pretty well sums me up. LOL!

Me and Maryanne at a Disney Store.

Drawing I did of a little Japanese Sister.

I am looking for children from other lands in native costumes, if anyone knows of any let me know. Little brothers and sisters would be BEST!

Hehe I have fangs. ;o}

I am a Catwoman after all. hahaha

Picture I did of a Sea Turtle.

My favortie Poem:

Fool's Prayer By:Edward Rowland Sill

The Royal feast was done; the King

Sought some new sport to banish care,

And to his jester cried, "Sir Fool,

Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!"

The jester doffed his cap and bells,

And stood the mocking court before;

They could not see the bitter smile

Behind the painted grin he wore.

He bowed his head, and bent his knee

Upon the monarch's silken stool;

His pleading voice arose: "O Lord,

Be merciful to me, a fool!

"No pity, Lord could change the heart

From red with wrong to white as wool:

The rod must heal the sin; but, Lord,

Be merciful to me, a fool!

"'Tis not by guilt the onward sweep

Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay;

'Tis by our follies that so long

We hold the earth from heaven away.

"These clumsey feet, still in the mire,

Go crushing blossoms without end;

These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust

Among the heart-strings of a friend.

"The ill-timed truth we might have kept-

Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung!

The word we had not sense to say-

Who knows how grandly it had rung!

"Our faults no tenderness should ask,

The chastening stripes must cleanse them all;

But for our blunders - oh, in shame

Before the eyes of heaven we fall.

"Earth bears no balsam for mistakes;

Men crown the Knave, and scourge the tool

That did his will; but Thou, O Lord,

Be merciful to me, a fool!"

The room was hushed, in silence rose

The King, and sought his gardens cool,

And walked apart, and murmured low,

"Be merciful to me, a fool!"