Da Man

My movie whoring, music junkie husband Barry. I don't know if this man helps to keep me sane or makes me go insane...A little of both I suppose.

The Little Man

This ball of energy is the star of my universe. At the end of the day, all I long to hear is "mommy, mommy, I'm so glad to see you." That's music to my ears.
I never knew what patience was until it was served to me by my three year old in the form of "NOOOO, I don't want to!"

Tattoo

My badge, my tattoo...Number six to be exact. Yes, they are addicting. A beautiful piece of art that I can call my own that is right there looking back at me. . Of all the symbols that I have used over the years to express myself, I believe ivy is the perfect juxtapose solution. On the one hand, it can be an untamed sea of foliage that never dies no matter how much you try to kill it. And at the same time, it can possess such delicate beauty that without proper care will become wilted and lifeless.