I have decided to throw my hat into this Illustration Friday
This is a place for me to vent, cry, scream, and just carry on. :) More of less, this will be a place for me to explore my feelings, and let others know about things that interest me.
On and off I've found myself thinking about old friends. I've been lucky enough to find most of them, but there is still one that is lost to me. Her name is (or was the last I knew) Tracey Perrault. We both went to Lakewood High class of '91, spent most of our free time hanging out with each other. The last time I saw her was back in '93 when I flew out with her mom to see her (ahh I still remember Vegas). Foolishly, I lost touch with her (I blame myself for that), and have been unable to find her. I know it's a long shot, but if anyone reading this knows her or someone from her family, please ask her to get in-touch with me. Remind her of our Def Leppard silk screened paper, my Labrador eating her sneakers, but leaving mine alone, and when I would ride my bike down Route 9 so we could hang out during the summer. Hopefully she'll remember.
Yes, today is Monday, which means getting up to get Joe off to school. After falling asleep on the couch Friday morning and missing his bus, I made sure that I was awake this morning. I was and had no problem getting him up and ready for school. At 7am, we all go outside to wait for the bus, which usually comes at 7:10am. Well, 7:30am comes around and still no bus. Annoyed and confused, we all come back inside to find out what happened to his bus. So I dial the number for the bus company, and it's busy. Ok I can understand that, so I keep trying. After a few redials, I got lucky and the phone rang....And rang.....And rang. 20 rings later and still no one answers. So now I have to rush and get Mandy dressed and fed before we take Joe to school. Luckily I made it and got him to school without a problem.