I draw pictures... If one would want to call them that... Personally, I call them abstracts... Because they're lineless index cards filled with meaningless, but pretty, swirls of colors... Reciently, my sister who lives with her husband about as far from myself and our parents as one can and still be in the same country, mailed me a small treat in with my Daddy's fathers day present... Milky gelroller pens.... Blue, purple, peach, pink, yellow and green... Along with a few of thoes tiney Le Pen's in different colors that they sell where she works... A small gift that didn't cost very much, but because I'm the 'artistic' one of us, it ment a lot to me... It ment that she supports my crazy, time consuming, and rather pointless hobby...

I love my sister deeply... We don't always see eye to eye on certain things... We're as different as night and day... But I still lover her... She's truely a great person... Though she does make unwise, and sometimes hurtfull decisions, typically she always means well... But you can't stay mad at her for too long beacause she'll spring a sweet surprise on you that just melts away the irateness you felt... Like the rest of my family...

My family's quite a bunch of chearacters... We're all very complex people who are both hard to love and hard to dislike at the same time... My imeadate family's headed by my mother... She's the one who calls all the shots... Or as many of them as she can... While we're all headed by my great grandmother... My Nanny is 90 years old... And still just as stubbern and full of fire as she was back in her prime... And while her body might be a bit weathered, her mind is still as sharp as a razor... She's got to be the person I admire the most... But if you were to ask her she'd have no idea of it due to the fact that we've never been really close... She intimidates me more than any other person alive...

Though I'm not sure exactly what it is about her that intimidates me... I'm pretty sure that it's got something to do with all that she's seen and done... And the great amount of respect I have for her... Born in 1910, and with only an 8th grade eduication, she lived through the great depression... The loss of the man she dearly loves, and who'd been her husband for the majority of her life... She fought and won a battle with smoking addiction... Three bouts of cancer... A broken shoulder, a broken arm, and a broken hip bone at the same time when she was around 70 or so... And countless other experiences... And even though she's a bit too close minded for my taste... She's adapted very well to the world as it is today compaired to the one she grew up in... I'm proud of her... And I only hope that one day I can even be remotely like her...