Andiamo, Mama!!!(loosely translated: Let's go fast!)

Well, hello WoRLd! Would you believe that ONE day after setting up my Blog, I lost all access to
my emails and anything linked to them? Hey Google, what's up with that?!? So after a frustrating two weeks waiting for my BeLoVeD, Jon, to fix the problem, I'm ready to post something to the Universe...woohoo:D So here goes...

My first goal: actually post something!
My second goal: figure out how to make my Blog look spiffy(like runmoremiles' Blog!)
My third goal: learn how to post pictures of my art and my life in the Haven

I'm a little bit haute couture and horse manure thanks to my lovely, but slightly mismatched, parents.
As I said, Dad was a manly man, as in an auto racing, hunting, fishing and snowmobiling kinda man. Mom was a girly-girl through and through, as in interior design, fashion, shopping and then sneaking the packages into the house kinda woman. She was Martha before Martha was Martha!

Since I was a tomboy by nature, I was assigned to Dad. He had to take me wherever he went, so I
learned all the things a father usually teaches a son, including how to shoot...hence the gift of a
20 gauge shotgun for my tenth birthday( My mom never swore, but I would like to know what she was thinking when he gave it to me). All of this outdoorsy stuff was great fun. But alas, it didn't last.
Here comes the girly-girl part...

My sister Jill, who is six years older and more to my Mother's liking, got married and left home. This caused a bit of a vacuum in my mother's life...what to do with all that decorating/make-over energy?
HA! Let's make-over the still-a-tomboy-to-the-core 13-year-old daughter~it's not too late, I'll get her to wear a dress yet! (I can clearly remember the day when Jill drove out of the driveway, belongings
in tow, and my mother was devastated that the daughter who "got her" was gone. My mom and I were left standing in the kitchen, watching as Jill's car pulled way. We looked at each other as if we were martians from distant & very separate planets.) So, in good old-fashioned Martha style, she straightened up, dusted herself off...and set out to make me a girly-girl! She did a pretty good job, and I slowly made the transition from tomboy to girl. Dad was never the same after that...

So here I am...a girly tomboy, who loves fashion...and the smell of horse manure;) I hope to post
weekly about the things in life that I think are worthwhile, interesting and humorous. Wish me luck!

J.

P.S. Thanks go to Runmoremiles and Candio for lighting a spark under me to get posting...which
led me to light a RaGinG FiRE under my honey to get the computer glitch fixed!!! He doesn't thank
you so much, by the way ;)