Puddle-wonderful.

I love that description.
It gives me sudden inspiration to paint.

But alas, I know I would not be able to translate what I see in my head onto the paper.

I wish I were an artist.

Send me on my way.

So its been forever since I've actually posted a blog. That one I stole on December 10th doesn't really count.

New Years Eve we went with my cousin and her boyfriend to the House of Blues to see Rusted Root, which was amazingg. (I still owe you guys for the drinks, and I will pay.) Then New Years Day we hung out at grandmas and ate and played games. At dinner grandma set a plate for grandpa which made everyone cry. He always hated salad and grandma always wanted him to have some so she'd give him just a few pieces of lettuce, and she did this year to. Then when it sat there, she laughed/cried lovingly how like always, he didn't eat it, and thats Jim for you.

One of the stuffed gorillas he loved sits on my bed comforting me when I miss him. I'm thinking of getting a gorilla tattoo I designed in memory of him. He was all tattooed so its very fitting, the kind of thing he really would have appreciated....