june 12, 2017

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“When they say it’s impossible, remember that it is impossible for them, not for you.” ~ Unknown

 

triple trouble

 

Meet Jim Bob Meade (center). Jim Bob is one of the coolest cats you’ll ever meet. Pam sure thought so. She married him. They became known as Jim Bob and Pam Bob. They’re pictured here with another cool cat, uncle of Saturday’s bride, BFF Tracy “Tracy Bob” Hawkins. I’d seen Pam just the week before at Seedtime, so it was a real treat to see her again (we don’t get to hang out nearly as much as we used to). I hadn’t seen Jim Bob in a long time. Naturally, he was a hoot. The man is truly an American original. I sure enjoyed visiting with them all Saturday. These three people have made such a difference in my life. I couldn’t be more grateful for them. And if you ever get to meet Jim Bob, and he likes you, he might just christen you a ‘Bob,’ too. 

november 7, 2015

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“Be an example. Show kindness to unkind people. Forgive people who don’t deserve it.
Love unconditionally. Your actions always reflect who you are.”
~ Unknown

 

Morgan County Delegates
Morgan County Delegates

 

One of the things I’m proudest of in this life is being from Morgan County Kentucky. One of the reasons that makes me so proud is because of these sweet people right here: David and Rebecca Campbell, Jenny Bell, Jodi Stacy, Lori Campbell, and Jim Bob and Pam Meade. They all drove nearly two hours to see my exhibit.I can’t tell you how that touched me. Each of them hold a special place in my heart.

 

sweets
sweets

november 1, 2015

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“The law of harvest is to reap more than you sow. Sow an act, and you reap a habit.
Sow a habit and you reap a character. Sow a character and you reap a destiny.”
~ James Allen

 

collage of happy
collage of happy

 

I had a guest register available at the reception. I didn’t realize I’d forgotten it until I went to bed Friday night. I attended All Saints Day service this morning and picked it up afterward. Sixty people attended Friday’s reception. Sixty people took time out of their lives to come see my work. Some I’d never met before Friday. Some sneaked in and out without my seeing them though they were kind enough to leave their signature. Some drove nearly two hours to be there. Some took off work. Some were recovering from major surgery. Some couldn’t stay long, and others stayed the whole time. Someone pointed out how many segments of my life were assembled in that room: family, close friends, old friends, new friends, co-workers, writers, actors, artists, musicians, librarians, bankers, software developers, railroad men, professors, social workers, therapists, pathologists, nutritionists, the list goes on. They’re not all represented in this collage, but I couldn’t think of a better way to have a group hug in the outhouse. Sixty people. I may be speechless for a week I’m so overcome with gratitude.