Tuesday, September 30, 2003

Busy evening post

Last night, my Kiwanis club had their annual installation dinner. Thus, no posts from me. Tonight, I gave a private computer lesson. Also, within the last two days, I've had two people call and ask about drum lessons. I've got a sneaky suspicion a local music store, who will go un-named, yet they are the greatest music store in the world, is giving my name out. Thanks guys.

Remind me to tell you the fried VCR story.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Monday, September 29, 2003

For my sister's contest...

Elegy! Or you could consider Epitaph.

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Saturday, September 27, 2003

Top Album Covers

On VH-1 the other night, they had a show on what they considered the 50 best album covers of all time. I didn't see it from the beginning--I got in at #39. So I missed 11, but saw the vast majority. Of the 39 I saw, the Beatles were not in there at all!!! To me, Sgt Peppers is the best all time album cover, and Revolver and Abbey Road should be in the top 25, if not the top 10. What covers were in the top 10 that I would dispute? Doggy Style by Snoop Dog. Pu-leaze. Beck's Odelay. Cool album, sure. Cool cover, sure. But top 10 ever? No. Nirvana's Nevermind? I'll buy that. In fact, I picked that one. (It was the only one of the top 10 I picked.) I could also agree with Born in the USA, and maybe, to some extent, Rumours. But Nothing's Shocking by Jane's Addiciton? Um, no. Not top 10. Not even top 50 for me. Madonna's Like a Virgin? Top 50 sure, top 10 probably not. Sticky Fingers by the Stones, with the working zipper? Top 10 sure. #1? No.

Perhaps I should do my own top 10.

#10. Time Out, Dave Brubeck
#9. Crosby, Stills, and Nash
#8. Born in the USA, Bruce Springstien
#7. Dark Side of the Moon, Pink Floyd
#6. Love Songs, Miles Davis. (You could make an argument that this isn't a classic album. And, as a collection of Miles' songs, and not an album he released, I might buy that argument. Still, the rose petals against the white work well with the collection of Miles' ballads. If you're into Love, and don't have this album, you should get it.)
#5. Abraxas, Santana
#4. Nevermind, Nirvana
#3. Sticky Fingers, The Rolling Stones
#2.Aja, Steely Dan
#1. Sgt Peppers, The Beatles

Let's discuss your choices, or the obvious mistakes in mine. (It's hard to think of all the good covers in a short posting time. Perhaps I should have mulled this over a little...)

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Friday, September 26, 2003

Friday Quizes

The Coffee Test

The Realist

Dark, strong, genuine. Is that you or your coffee? To the casual observer, there's really no difference. How you take your coffee provides people with a small window into your personality. Here's what one might see...

Straightforward and uncomplicated, your coffee-style says that you approach daily tasks and the world at large with realistic expectations and a no-nonsense attitude. You don't sugarcoat things, and you definitely don't beat around the bush. Bells and whistles aren't your style. You take comfort in routine, and you might get a little flustered when big change looms on the horizon. You're reliable and dependable. If someone had to pick an advisor or confidant based solely on his/her coffee preference, you would be at the top of the list. Most likely, you value truth and sincerity above all and lead a reflective life.

Which Sylvia Plath Poem Am I?

by scintilla

I rigged that one! I aswered very darkly, and not always honestly. I wonder what the other choices were... So, I rigged the answers and found you might be Cut, Daddy, Lady Lazarus (I know those), Mirror, or Love Letter (can't recall those).

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Wednesday, September 24, 2003

Thanks guys and gal

I wanted to thank Jim, Gina, Paddy, and resident athiests Ron and Dave for some interesting discussions over the past few weeks. This group has joined with me in discussing Christianity in relation to women's rights, the consumption of alcohol, gluttony, and "would Jesus eat chocolate?" to name a few. I've really enjoyed the questions and debate, as it gets me diging in the Bible to see what's really in there. I've said it before, and I'm sure I'll use this cliche again--just because someone's got a web page that says one thing, doesn't make it true. And that is certainly true of Christianity. I've seen "Christian" stuff on webpages so far from the truth is unbelievable. Remember, check sources, especially if someone is "quoting" God's word.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Reasons 4 Love #24

Reasons 4 Love #24

Every Wednesday those who are involved in a relationship with somebody share a few (simple but significant) reasons for their love. I love Susan because:

She made me home made apple pie.
She brought me a fresh towel one morning.
She also made coffee a couple of times last week.
She helps me through trying times, and never blames me for my shortcomings.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Tuesday, September 23, 2003

Pizza gestalt

Some time ago, I experienced pizza gestalt. A combination of pizza toppings so good, their whole equalled more than the sum of their parts. The combination? Get ready: ground beef, roasted red peppers, and chopped raw garlic. I had it at some club we played in in Castine. I can't remember the name. Wait, found it! The Reef. Anyway, it was awesome.

Last night, Susan made the same combination for me. This time, we added ricotta cheese. Oh my! Even Susan said she thought she loved it better than her beloved and venerable pepperoni. Can you believe it. You should try it. It really is that good.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Monday, September 22, 2003

Dreaming of strange yellow and red guitar players

Yowza! Check out this yellow Pirsch fire truck at auction. I've always had a thing for yellow fire trucks. Cushing used to have one that always caught my eye. But I think newer trucks look ok in yellow. Like these. That Pirsch would look way better in red. Other than that, I'd love a truck like that: a little art deco looking on the grill, open cab, lots of room in the bed for kids on a trip to the ice cream store... Smooth.


Did you see this story about local Jazz Group Erdasa? The guitar player for the group is also the guitar player for Billy Rhythm and his Uptown Rhythm Kings. See what they said about his playing?

"Clarke riffs effortlessly on his electric with both a superb sense of rhythm and playfulness. His work is clean and spontaneous.

See what he said about drummers?

...having a drummer would cause too much of a framework and be "too restrictive."



Can you believe I had a crazy dream last night? Really, I did! I don't remember most of it, but I remember Susan and I were getting gas on a cold winter evening in East Nowhereville. (For some reason, I believe I was either in Millinnocket or Rumford/Mexico. ) I was on the way home from a gig, yet it didn't feel extremely late. I pumped $12.01 in gas. (I remember the amount, because I put $11 in the front tank, and went to put $1 in the rear tank--White Lightnin' has two tanks, see. I slipped over a penny on the rear tank.) I went inside to pay, and the total came to $13.40 or something like that. I said "How can that be? I pumped $12.01, and have bought nothing else. How can it be $13.40?"

The guy behind the register says "The machine here says $13.40."

I said "The pump outside says $12.01."

He says "Oh no, the pumps broken again..." He then starts biting his lip and fidgeting. I knew he had no idea how to fix the problem.

"Look," I said, "I'll pay the extra $1.40 just so I can get out of here. It's not worth it to me."

So, I paid for the gas, and went back outside to the truck where Susan was waiting. (I just thought of something... Where's Julia when this all goes down? And why is Susan coming home from a gig with me?) I went to start the truck, and she just cranked and cranked. Odd. I switched gas tanks. Same thing. I remember thinking either there was water in the gas, or I just filled my tanks with diesel. I thought "If I had used diesel, maybe that's why I had the problem inside with the price!" (Why I thought that is beyond me, but hey, it's my strange dream!)

Then I woke up. I knew immediately I was dreaming, and White Lightnin' wasn't really broken. That made me happy. Or, as happy as one can be at 3:30 in the morning.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Saturday, September 20, 2003

Those wild and crazy partying guys

It was a mad, swinging party last night. The three of us went out for pizza. Jim made nice with the waitress, but wouldn't giver her his phone number. Then, we cae back here and watch a Hitchcock film, "Strangers on a Train." While we watched in, Jim had a root beer. I had a little celebratory taste of Bookers, and Mike did too. (Mike's taste was almost literally just a taste. He was driving.)

Anyway here are the wild and crazy photos from our party! Whoo-hoo!

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

We sell Internet, people!

A rather slow Saturday at the office. The 12 o'clock flashers were out in force, though. People wanted me to help them:

a) Teach them how to make a defrag work.
b) Make their iMac print only page 1 of a 2-page doccument.
c) Translate some WinXP error about why some syntax wasn't right in the startup settings.

Um, you know, really this isn't my thing. If your Internet is broke, I can help. I can make a defrag work, but it's not up to me to teach you how to do it over the phone. Y'know?

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Friday, September 19, 2003

He's Back!

I'm chillin' with the WOP here in the office right now! Cool!

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Last MIS cookout

We had the last cookout of the year at the office on Wednesday. To end the summer, we celebrated with a brat fry. Mmm, do I love the bratwurst. Paddy and I served as grillmeisters. Paddy started things out, but had to leave for a DSL install. While we were out there, both he and I, as well as general manager Mike, were stung by bees. Paddy says "Hey, there's a bee on my leg. Man! He just stung me! Kill him will ya, Bill?" So I did. Not one minute later, I'm just standing there, when I feel it in my side. "Man! One got me too!"

Note to folks at the office: we have plenty of mustard. For an office of 13, 7 containers of mustard should do...

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Thursday, September 18, 2003

Child is father to the man, cars are destined for the grave yard

Remember that car I found while digging in the yard over vacation? Well, I posted a message over at the Matchbox Collector's Community Hall Within hours I had responses from the great people over there. It seems the car is modeled after a 1942 Chrysler Thunderbolt Show Car. It was an experimental roadster, and Tootsietoy made a model of it. This one guy, Bill (so you know he's cool) even a picture of it in a collector book. How cool is that!

Upstairs in the office, Gina sits across from me in the next room. We both share that somewhat morbid penchant for grave yards. She was telling me about some cool and interesting sites she visited, and I mentioned I wanted to someday visit the grave of the unnamed baby in Rockport. (If I remember the story, a dead child was found abandoned, and the town gave it a proper burial, but of course without a name. I decided to do a quick google search, and typed in "unnamed baby grave rockport maine." I was literally speechless with what I found.

In more great and freaky news, I found out today that my brother is moving to South Carolina. My mom left word on the answering machine.

"Your brother is going to move down with Dave. He'll be by at 7:30 to say good-bye to you all."

That was at 7am. He's going down to try at get it together. I pray he does.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Wednesday, September 17, 2003

a compliment to me

Earlier today, Paddy mentioned I had good "cheek weld." Nice! (That means I put my face tight against the stock of my gun.) Photo credit: JP, my boss, who watches as I post this! :-) Check out all the photos taken that day here.

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Resons 4 Love #23

Sorry I missed last week. I just forgot. Strange, as the week before that Susan and I had a discussion about that.

"Your reasons must be harder and harder to come up with. You're starting to repeat yourself. You've used that "good mother" a few times now."

Um. Yeah. I guess I have. Well, thinking up 100 different reasons why you love someone, without repeating, and without putting sex into the mix (a little too private) can be hard. (As a matter of fact, the list host has been doing this since September of last year, and she only has 27 entries. And, they're not always about the same person. Instead, I focus on the woman I should love the most, my Beloved.) But that's not why I didn't post last week. I just forgot. Anyway, onto

Reasons 4 Love #23

Every Wednesday those who are involved in a relationship with somebody share a few (simple but significant) reasons for their love. I love Susan because:

She's a good mother.
She's got a bod that just doesn't give up!
She re-organized the desk.
She put my pants in the dryer.
(That's not meant as a double entendre.)
She made pot roast last night.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Church Music

Here's something I stole from Ron a couple of days ago. This article says that organ music, with its subsonic notes, might affect people in Church.

"It has been suggested that because some organ pipes in churches and cathedrals produce infrasound this could lead to people having weird experiences which they attribute to God," said Professor Richard Wiseman, a psychologist from University of Hertfordshire.

They then went on to conduct a test, in which music was played, and people wrote down their feelings. People reported that in the low bass passages of music they experienced 'shivering on my wrist', 'an odd feeling in my stomach', 'increased heart rate', 'feeling very anxious',and 'a sudden memory of emotional loss'.

Here's the clinker: What music were they playing? "Contemporary music." Well what's that? Is that the stuff usually played at the church services where people had "weird" experienced they attributed to God? My guess is "probably not." I bet if they played the Doxology with pumped up low bass people wouldn't feel "very anxious."

Instead, I wonder if the music played perhaps influenced those feelings. Have you ever seen that tv clip with the frog an the snake? The snake is chasing the frog. In one clip, the music is this happy,
playful theme, and you get the idea the frog and snake are old buds playing hide-and-seek. Then, the same clip is played with high tension, melodramatic music. The feeling is entirely different.

Could the same thing have happened in the organ trials? Hmm. What was that music piece again? Oh, right. Contemporary music.

Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure listening to contemporary music would make me sick, too!

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Monday, September 15, 2003

Cool stuff at lunch

I took some time at lunch today to move some furniture. You see, my buddy Jim and his dad (Jim) gave me their old desk. Of course, they gave me their previous old desk too. So I moved old desk A, and replaced it with new old desk B. Desk A went on the front lawn with a "Free" sign on. 15 minutes later, it was gone.

Then, I spent a minute perusing the new Modern Drummer magazine. It's their Super Snare Drum issue. Ouch! Anyway, they hilite dozens of snare manufacturers, tell a little about them, and show a sample of their work. So there, in the section describing The Bearing Edge Custom Drums, you see a picture of who? That's right! It's a picture of Wellman! Wellman is the sample photo in Modern Drummer, a national magazine! Cool!

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Sunday, September 14, 2003

Muffins, guns and money

It's Sunday morning. I got up early to make blueberry muffins and coffee for the girls. Jim, JP, and I went to the range and shot up some more paper last night. I've got my .22 sighted in pretty well now. That's 10 rounds, 50 yards, prone, with the gin resting on my shooting box. Although the rifle itself isn't the prettiest thing in the world, she sure does shoot pretty well.

My laserdisc for Dead Poets Society showed up yesterday too. I've been looking for that one a long time. The LD has extra footage on it--footage not available on the DVD. And speaking of DVD extra footage, did you hear the Indiana Jones trilogy was being re-released on DVD, with Dolby Digital sound and an extra disc with 200 minutes of extras? It came up in my Amazon "Gold Box" offers, so I pre-ordered it.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Saturday, September 13, 2003

Last Night's Weird Dream

I had another wacked out dream last night. Wanna hear about it? Good.

It started out by me being in a combination cemetary/diner. Neat huh? It was somewhat open air, and people dined among the grave stones. I was talking with someone (can't remember who) about helping out someone in need.

Cut to Rooster's house. (Real life insert: I used to play in a band with this guitar player nicknamed Rooster. We had a bit of a falling out, as he owes me a couple of hundred bucks. More of that story later, if you want it.) I was helping him sheetrock his basement. The building inspector came in. The part of the building inspector was played by this guy. The house was being help up by four lally columns. The inspector demanded we cut into the columns so he could inspect them from the inside! So we sliced a piece out, and he inspected it. Then, he decided to jack up the house a little more. Upon his doing so, one corner of the house dropped down, and started to slide into the basement. We all grabbed the supports we were using to sheetrock the ceiling, and we pushed the corner back up, lowered the lally, and all was right. How 3-4 guys were able to hold up a house with some 2X4s is beyond me. The building inspector swore up and down that what he did was unrelated to the house colapsing.

This part is a little foggy. I'm back outside at the cemetary restaurant. For some reason, six or eight cute short Chinese women were trying to take over the place. I leapt into action, climbed onto the balcony that looked inward towards the dinners, grabbed my .45, and started shooting. For some reason, my .45 was shooting high. (I guess we know were that part comes from!) So I was aiming at their feet to take them down. I was out of ammo, and luckily the 2-3 suvivors surrendered. I went to this wounded Chinese shooter on the ground, and gave her some comfort. She was injured badly, but not mortally. I remember thinking she seemed like a nice girl. She was very nice to me when I was helping her. What turned her into a rampaging fighter?

Then I woke up.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Friday, September 12, 2003

Don't tell anyone!

They won't hear about the top secret project from me!

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Thursday, September 11, 2003

Shooting with Jim

We had such fun shooting .22s at the company picnic last weekend, Jim and I decided to go back again tonight. It was a classic man's night: guns, trucks, and cigars. Too bad I forgot the lighter. I took my truck through the rocky and muddy path. Four wheel drive would've been nice, but wasn't nessecary. Still, I got a tree branch stuck in my undercarriage on the way in. Then, I rubbed up against a tree on the way out, and scraped up White Lightnin' a little. (Really, if you've seen White Lightnin' you know--no big loss!) And, the little rust patch above the wheel well fell out. No biggy. Jim says he can buff out the scrape, and the rust patch needed to be fixed again anyway. I've made an appointment with the mechanic for the begining of next week.

I shot pretty well for not having shot in a long time. This target shows 10 rounds kneeling, 10 rounds prone. The 4-5 rounds in the upper right were from my first 10 kneeling shots. I lowered the sights a click, and put the prone 10 all in the black. That little Ithaca is a cool little falling block single shot. My grandfather (Father) bought me that gun as my first rifle. It's got a sweet little trigger on it. Nice and light. And it's a small gun. A real hoot to shoot.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

My Winchester '94

The story goes something like this. (Dad, help me out here.) There was a guy who lived across the street from my grandparents. (Later, my Uncle Ted and Aunt Grace bought his house. My cousin Melissa live in it now.) He was dying of cancer. He sold to grandfather a Winchester 1894 in caliber 30 WCF. He sold it to him, the story goes, for the same price he paid for it. From my grandfather it went to my father, with this clause: the gun was to NEVER be sold. Never. There's a little oath you have to take. Well, not really. But when the gun was handed down to me, it was impressed upon me how special this tradition was, and that the gun was to never be sold. And, if I have a son, I will impress upon him that he may never sell it either.

The gun itself was manufactured in 1897, as determined by its 5 digit serial number. (Winchester has now made over 7 1/2 million. Mine's under 100,000.) The Winchester 1894 was one of the first firearms designed to shoot the then new smokeless powder. As such, it's still safe to shoot. Mine has an octagon barrel, nickel steel receiver, full length magazine (it holds 11 rounds, I think!), and crescent butt-stock. In its lifetime, this rifle has shot about 45 deer, if the tally is correct.

The last guy to drop a buck with this rifle was my brother-in-law Dwane. Big buck, too--over 200 pounds! But he had to empty quite a few rounds before he got him. We all kidded him about that. Then, last year (or maybe the year before), Dwane said he tried to sight the rifle in, and it was shooting about 6 inches too high. I never remember it shooting high, and neither did my father. (Dad in fact used it to kill a raccoon once. That's a funny story I should tell you sometime...)

I took it to the company picnic last week, and shot it at 50 yards or so--maybe a little longer. It was 3 feet high. No joke. And the sights were all the way down. I couldn't sight her any lower. So I took it too my local gun shop. A crusty guy in there, perhaps old enough to remember when the gun itself was made, said the front sight was not original, and way too short. And that short front site was causing it to aim high.

Art Adolphsen works here in the office. He's got a couple of sons who make reproduction black powder rifles. They do a good job too. In fact, they made some rifles for Disney's "Alamo" movie. I asked Art if they would do a little gunsmithing for me. He gave me their phone numbers, and I called Alan today. Not only will he fix it for me, but it will only cost about $40, and he can turn it around in a week or two. And, I'll feel safe knowing my family heirloom will be going to a trustworthy family. I'll let you know how things go.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Big drums, inner child

Stole this from Paddy, who, by the way, posted like a madman yesterday!

My inner child is sixteen years old today

My inner child is sixteen years old!

Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while
adults might just accept that, I know
something's gotta change. And it's gonna
change, just as soon as I become an adult and
get some power of my own.

How Old is Your Inner Child?
brought to you by Quizilla

Gigantic drum kit for sale on ebay. "23 Drums, 33 Cymbals and 6 Gongs." Yikes! "This kit was built where it sits. It has never been out of my house and when it was played, it was always by me." I don't doubt that!

The kit I played at the Jazz gig last night. One of us has been playing live long enough to realize the less stuff you have to lug into the place, the less stuff you lug out at the end of the night. The other is mad. You decide. :-)

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Tuesday, September 9, 2003

My sweet-ums math major

Wanna hear somethin' cool? Or at least what I might consider cool. Julia came home last night after going to my brother's birthday party. (I was teaching drum lessons and couldn't attend. Happy b-day Mike, although I don't think you visit here.) She said "Daddy, look what I can do: 1+1=2, 1+2=3, 1+3=4," etc. all the way to ten. I said "That's great honey, did you learn that in school today?" She said no she hadn't. I looked quizzically at my beloved wife. She looked back at me. "She didn't learn it in school. She just figured it out on her own." I'm no child development expert, but I think figuring out a little addition table on your own is pretty cool.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Continual Jimmies

You know those chocolate thingys that you sometimes have on ice cream cones? What do you call them? Sprinkles, or Jimmies? It was quite a discussion at work today. I had heard that the term Jimmie was racist, as only the brown ones were jimmies, and the rest were called sprinkles. Well, it appears that the Boston Globe did a study, and found no evidence of that. They did find though that the Just Born company (the ones who make Peeps) trademarked the name "jimmies." Supposedly, the guy who ran the machine was named Jimmy Bartholomew. Good. At least now I'm not a racist when I order jimmies.

Wanna fry your brain? Discuss continuosly, continually, cotillion, and constantly. Lemme tell you, after you say "continually" about 50 times, your brain will start to freak, and you won't be sure you're actually saying it correctly. For the record, continously has breaks in it, while continually happens all the time.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Monday, September 8, 2003

Saturday's events

We went to P-Town on Saturday. We went to Sam's, some craft shop, Boarders, Toys R Us, and Home Depot. Lunch was at the Macaroni Grill (I had some special with chicken, mushrooms, carmalized onions in a marsala cream sauce over penne), and supper was at Ricettas (Ricetta's eponymous pie: fresh tomato slices, prosciutto, sauteed scallions with garlic, ricotta cheese, and a sprinkling of mozzarella)! That's right--I hit both! Yum!

Also, when Home Depot comes to Rockland, I'm in trouble. We found nice hardwood floors, vinyl tiles for the kitchen, a cool sink for the bathroom, wall paper and crown molding for the living room. I may turn into Mr. Handy!

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Saturday, September 6, 2003

Weekend Off!

I have the weekend off! No work, no gigs, no nothing! I haven't had one of these since April--like 20 weeks! And what did I do with that weekend off? Nothing! (I must admit, though, today we're going shopping in Portland. And I MUST go to either the Maccaroni Grill or Ricettas. I also want to look at some home improvement stuff, and maybe some clothes, and clothes for Julia.)

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Wednesday, September 3, 2003

Reasons 4 Love #22

Reasons 4 Love #22

Every Wednesday those who are involved in a relationship with somebody share a few (simple but significant) reasons for their love. I love Susan because:

She's a good cook.
She made me a blueberry pie.
She's a good mother.
She didn't mind when I bought "country style" orange juice (the pulpy kind).
She's cute.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

It was the 3rd of September

A day I'll always remember...

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Tuesday, September 2, 2003

Julia's First Day of School

Today was Julia's first day of "real" school. I say real, because she's been going to pre-school for the last two years. But today she started kindergarten. We all got up at 6:30, and had coffee. My mom and dad stopped by just before Julia had to leave. Here, Julia shows Grammy-Nan her freshly painted nails. (I really loved the crossed legs.) This shot shows Julia with her Cinderella lunch box and ballet styled book bag. She looks really petite in this picture, doesn't she!

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

About me: