"STOP! Be Still! Look at me! I SAID LOOK AT ME!" You will appreciate the irony in that statement, I'm sure. My children have decided that they are portrait artists. The past week, both El Hubbo and I have had numerous interuptions to our daily routines wherein the offspring have shouted the aforementioned statement. They chase us about with a legal size notepad, pencil or pen at the ready. They stop, crouch intently over their project, and shout instructions at us. It is a strange thing to have your four-year-old say, "Let me see your eyes." Then have to sit patiently while she stares and squints at you with a slightly furrowed brow. I've been waiting for Jake to hold up his thumb and close one eye to get a better measured view. At long last, you are presented with the little Michelangelo Martinez masterpiece and informed that your office will serve quite nicely as a display room for their talents. I think how lovely it will ...
The always random, occasionally complex, often confounded commentary and narrative of one West Texas woman's life.