For the love of Ian...

well, maybe not the Ian you're thinking of... but a close 2nd!

Any idea who this left-handed, cowboy, guitar-playin' fool is?

None other than Ian Tyson... ever heard of him?

I hadn't either... until I met my Ian.

I'm pretty sure it was one of the 3 hour rides home from a WSU football game with JP and Ian during the fall of 2001 when my world was forever changed and I developed a "liking" for this Canadian cowboy poet/songwriter/singer.

I've seen him in concert now 3 times... and have truly grown to love the feel of sitting in the Slickfork Saloon with about 100 other Ian Tyson fans like this one:

(she knew every word to every song & never stopped smiling or giggling)

imagining myself out on the range experiencing life in the old west as he sings to the small crowd.

Last Friday night - after a very LLLLOOOONNNNGGGG week, I met up with these 3 lovely ladies:

Allison, Sevennah & Ronda

for a night on the town - "Round Up" style.

We had a GREAT time! It's amazing what makes you laugh at 1:00 in the morning...

Let'er Buck!

**don't tell Ian, but we sat in the front row**

At the end of the day...

There is something about the end of a "not-so-good" day that gives me hope for tomorrow.

We all have them.

Those days where you're tempted to rewind and start over as soon as you wake up... but then realize that you really couldn't have done anything different than what you did & it's probably better to try something new/different/better the next day.

I found myself listening quietly to the sounds of my world last night. Mason's soft whisper "I love you mom" as I finished visiting with him about the day. Mack's little laugh and the noises he makes right before he falls asleep. The train rattling down the tracks to an unknown destination. The quick, sharp barks from Jack and Jill as a neighboring dog strutted by.

The day was coming to a close & even though I felt like melting into a pile of tears and exhaustion, I simply closed my eyes and listened ... and experienced the peace only God can offer.

What do you do at the end of "those" days that seem to hit you between the eyes like a rock?

Please share, I'd love to know.

Are You Sure...

that this is a good idea?

I mean... I don't think mom wants you over here in the shop... and um...

yep... that's her.

She coming this way... I hear her...

and things are still up in the air in more ways than one.

(Maybe if I look surprised she won't blame me.)

Told you so... now please, put the jack away and let's just get out of here.

Nothing In Particular.

Nothing in particular made today better than any other ... just a day spent together doing ordinary things that I believe make our life extraordinary.

Hope your Sunday was filled with those ordinary things that make your life extraordinary too!

One Word - Ian

Give it your best shot...
leave a comment {one word} that describes, reflects, or tells about Ian.

** Thanks for doing this for "all" of us ...

I'm following Michelle's lead, and am going to print them off, and then post them where they can be read often!

She is absolutely right in stating : "Sometimes, I just need to take a step back and look at how others see me, rather than how hard I can be on myself."

One Word - Lindsay

** photos added just for you Sharon & Tanya :)

There are words that I use to describe myself quite often.

Words that I hope reflect who I am, what I believe, and how I am portrayed as I live each and every day.

What word do you think of when you think of me?

One Word - Mack

Give it your best shot...

leave a comment {one word} that describes, reflects, or tells about Mack.