The Painting, The Artist, The Installation, The Trip.
I'm exhuasted, I'm exhilirated, I'm thrilled, I'm ready (pretty much).
Time to sleep. Wake soon. Gather Artist.
Work, play, make pies, party, pack and go.
This is my life and I love it.
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I travel for my work. Female, 46-ish-ish-almost another ish, blessed.
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- Show Time!
- Little Black Dress?
- Deconstructing Relationship Advice for Woman
- Sunday Bizzy
- Dimension
- The Love of Children
- Teeny Peek
- Menopause Jewelry
- Kickin' It
- Namaste
- Yes!
- Why?
- My Centered Self
- Driving In Reverse
- It Really Happened
- Last Year
- Why?
- Who Am I?
- The Perfect Day
- Teri's Grand Adventure
- Orem's Growing Up - In A Good Way!
- Friday Night and I....
- Bass Ackwards
- One More Day
- Compliment for Google
- Ya Never Know II
- Ya Never Know
- Knowing You're Loved
- "I Like The Man With The Brown Skin"
- Additional Adjectives Not Required
- Footprints Not Fading
- Learning Not To Work
- Rainy Oregon
- Men: Female Math + Intuition Can Prove Fatal
- This Explains A LOT of Things
- Turn That Frown Upside Down
- Some Days i Just Get Lucky
- Reading Machine
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