Jeana Muhar

About me:

Living (as opposed to being alive), reckless abandon, playing, adventure, fresh sushi, sunshine, the silent untracked snow I see when I close my eyes, the way the Pacific NW looks/smells after a long hard rain, mountains, ice, bloody knees/elbows, endless love, rock, open minded folks, beer, the sight of my husband in the early morning hours, dogs, music so loud my ears ring for days, dancing, small boxes, nice bikes, tattoos, coffee (no Starbucks shit), smashed guitars, opportunities, goosebumps, tequilla, bright colors, having someone that I can speak to without talking, understanding, rainbows, pictures of little kids in third world countries, Marilyn Monroe, loud textiles, footprints, the way his hands feel on my skin, confidence, Vincent Van Gogh, the way my legs look in 3" heels, compassion, my family's lake house, near death experiences, great sex, happiness, non-frilly girls (stupid isn't cute), the way the sun sets on the ocean, listening to my loves heartbeat, tropical rain storms, landing some sickness on my board, James Dean, tree frogs, scars that tell great stories, flower shops, the smell of fresh peaches, pain, my sexy man in uniform, Washington, road trips with close friends, trying new things, tears that run down my cheeks, a good pair of sunglasses, nice clothes, anything that makes me feel sexy, dirty kids, violence, burying my toes in warm sand, seeing myself in the eyes of my children, running through sprinklers with all my clothes on, tolerance, sexy panties underneath ripped jeans, old people that still hold hands, standing on summits, waking up to a wicked hangover and great memories, romance without the cheese, Salvador Dali, good cheese, seafood, killer shows, driving to no where, laughter, sun beams coming through my window, growing, best friends, being alone, art, beauty, my life just the way it is.