What do you Dream about

This week as my students at school watched a movie the main character told a true story of a long jumper for the olympics that on his boat ride over to the event. Sat the whole trip looking at a line on the deck that was two inches farther than the world series. The athlete never practiced on the trip just sat and focused on the rope. When he competed at the Olympics he broke the world record.

I had heard this story more than once in my life. It got me thinking; what do you dream about?

We used to laugh at my husband's grandpa when we came in for a snack or dinner. He was bedridden at the time and we could hear him in the living room yelling at the cattle, or cussing the tractor. He dreamed what he did all his life. He dreamed about the farm, its animals and the crops.

What do I dream about? I mean not only when I am sleeping but even when I catch myself daydreaming. Do I dream about my passions. My husband laughs at me because sometimes I give test in my sleep, or teach a lesson in my sleep. When I wake up in the morning I am tired but I still go and teach art.

Then I started noticing that I do not dream about painting. Is this because I don't have the passion or the drive? Maybe I don't have the focus. Maybe I am still learning. My goal is to paint more and I try to work toward that each day.

What Do You Dream About? What drives you?

Time Flies and All those Exuses

There is no good reason for not getting back with you. I can honestly say that this last month has been a blur. You know the kind. You are left feeling like a cartoon character standing in the middle of the road when two cars come racing by. The dust settles and here you sit with little birds flying around your head.

We have started school, in a blur. I have taught class and came home, cooked, washed a child and read a bedtime story. Other than that I believe I am lost.

I added an Etsy store to my list of credits and wondered if you have ever bought from a Etsy or other artist site like it. What was your thoughts? Please help me out because with out some feedback I do not know what works.

God Bless

My Driving

If you have went to my website you can see I have been raised on a farm. We did all kinds

of normal farm stuff. Drove trucks, learned to shoot, played in the pond and drove tractors.

This week while my husband harvested wheat, I spent my time in the big 8 wheel drive tractor with a 28 foot disc. Tractor_man plows around the edge and I work in the middle. No biggie right. A farm girl is supposed to do this. Right?

Let me give you some history. At 16 I hated driving. Dad rebuilt an amazing 1992 Thunderbird for me and him and my younger brother said it could fly. I was one that did not drive it THAT fast. I totaled it by hitting a Toyota. Moving the engine 3 inches to the passenger side.

Six months later I toke the front in off a Pre SE. Both were from a stop and both were my fault. I am not a good driver.

Three years later I had an amazing English teacher in college that had me tested for dyslexia. She would not let me pass my last class if I was not tested. I found out I had Irlene Syndrome.

Walking out of the testing center with the new dark lenses on I exclaimed "Mom the porch really juts out in front of the building over there" Mom almost fainted. I did not know about depth and she did not know I could not see depth. Still don't well.

As years went on I found out the glasses made my astigmatism worse and tried doing eye exercises. My normal eye doctor who had seen me since junior high made the comment that I never complained about poor grades. My response was he never asked how long I worked on homework either.

Today I have a little better depth perception but not much. I look at shadows and measure things compared to other objects for depth. I still flip letters and jumble words when I right. I have learned to compensate by writing in my hours that I can concentrate and when all else fails tell it to a computer.



So Stick me in a tractor with a disc, it is on your head if we have to fix fence. This time... No fences were lost in this pasture.