Category: Photography
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Wordless Wednesday: January Thaw
Walking around in a bit of a fog, more than usual, this morning.Linky Love Bytes: Wordless Wednesday HQ, 5 Minutes for Mom
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Wordless Wednesday: Seagulls. Rock.
Taken on Manasquan Beach, NJ on a much warmer day, in November. #nofilter“Can miles truly separate you from friends… If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?” – Richard Bach (Jonathan Livingston Seagull)
More linky love bytes: Wordless Wednesday HQ, 5 Minutes for Mom
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Teaching our kids how NOT to take a compliment, nailed it!
I made a lot of dumb choices, early in life (okay, fine, very recently too) and now that I’m older (never you mind just how old) do I understand that stupid choices, more often than not, lead to making better decisions, later on.
But, don’t tell my kids…not just yet…okay?!?
Oh, but I feel it safe to say that anyone who knows me (most especially, IRL) would probably agree: my husband is an example of a pretty gosh-darned good pick.
But, this post is NOT about him (you’re welcome, sweetie!) or necessarily even about me.
It is about my husband AND me, because a bulk of our parenting decisions have been based on stuff that we either:
- Experienced ourselves, as children
- We’ve royally screwed up, as young adults
So, we’ve tried to raise our children to be all the things that we were/are not and, at the very least, a mashup of our better parts, like:
- I like to keep things light and encourage self-depricating humor as an art form
- He is super smart and has good sense, especially knowing when to laugh at my jokes
You know, stuff like that. Teaching our kids how to take a compliment, not so much.
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When even a walk in the park, is no walk in the park.
One of the many reasons why I love living on the East coast (and YES, there is more than one reason to love Jersey, shuddup!) is our ability to experience all four seasons…sometimes all in the same week, even…so today, it's autumn.
Oh, hello there Autumn!It's been a very stressful week/month/year/seriously, it's probably better if we just quit keeping score, because…DAYUM!!!!…it's hard out here with teenagers…the stress, she is NOT leaving…so, I kicked myself out of the house and took my two oldest girls with me, because they really should learn to plan on NOT being home…a little better…next time.
They've walked along this trail about a thousand times, it never gets old.Now that my kids are older, they have this thing about walking alongside their mother. Not because they're embarrassed about being seen walking with their mother (not that they've admitted to, out loud, anyway) it's just that I am not a very good walker, especially when I have my camera with me.
I don't mean to be a bother, but…SQUIRREL!!!!…somebody carved my initials into that tree…oh, and look at the texture of that bark…hey, that's a really cool place for mushrooms to grow, you think…oh AND hey…is that a Hobbit hole?!?
They're a lot faster and much more nimble than when they were little.Everytime I looked up…I mean, faced-forward…the girls were further ahead than the last…SQUIRREL!!!
Teens are lot further away than they seem, trust me!The thing about being out of shape is that you do not realize just how badly you are out of shape, until you are way far away from the car.
In this case, my borked-up back was getting on the sciatic nerve in my left leg's…ummmm…last nerve.
"You wait here, I'll go and get the car."
So, while my oldest went to get the car (pausing to acknowledge any residual angst about my having a kid old enough for a driver's license, SHUDDUP and DER!!!!) my middle girl and I…very…very…slooooooooowly…started our way back up the trail and I was feeling pretty low (not to mention, old-ish) when she grabbed my hand, gave it a squeeze and then tried her best to make me feel a little better.
"That's okay, I have to go pee, really bad, anyway!"
Aaaaand, you know what?!? It worked!!! Because I, on the other hand, had the good sense to go before we left.
[sound of crickets, chirping]
Hey, look…doesn't that look like a really fun roller coaster…for squirrels?!?
[SLAM!]
Good thing I have jury duty, tomorrow: all that mostly sitting (for the next 2 days) will have me in tip-top shape for the cancer walk, this weekend.
Stupid borked-up back, dumbass cancer.
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{nearly} Wordless Wednesday: Iris in the Morning
No edits, no filters, no iPhone, it's all Iris.ALTERNATE BLOG POST TITLE: Reason why I rushed out the front door early this morning and nearly beaned myself into unconsciousness (pro tip: check to make sure the storm door is actually unlocked!) I wanted to get this shot before the raindrops evaporated — I blame all you more-expert-like photographers out there AND Instagr.am!
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Freshly-Brewed Elsewhere: I am very honored to be working with Hallmark as a Life is a Special Occasion featured blogger, which allows me the opportunity to share personal stories, insights and inspirations in enjoying simple every day moments. This month, I'm sharing my celebrity crush(es) and how my LOVE for vampires runs deep.
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Wordless Wednesday: Rooms for Rent
No pets allowed, inquire within.© 2003 – 2012 This Full House
Freshly-Brewed Elsewhere: Kellogg's Champions of Great Starts Event (Dude, I got to hang out with Olympians!)
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Don’t Mess With Mother Nature, She Probably Has Teens
The kids have been on spring break since Friday and, since my oldest is scheduled to work this week/weekend and needs the car to, you know, get there (it's about a 30 minute ride down the Parkway, in Jersey speak) we're pretty much rooted close to home.
By yesterday afternoon 2 out of 4 of them weren't speaking to each other (because, girls are pretty much women in training, just so you know) the boy and I needed some fresh air. Also, the roast had about another hour left. So, we took Doofus-dawg for a quick walk before dinner.
It also gave us (meaning, the boy and me) a chance to talk, reconnect and perhaps address a few issues (because, teenagers, they hazem) that otherwise may have gotten lost or mixed in with the rest of the miss-matched socks in the house…YO!We've weathered some pretty bad storms, lately (literally and figuratively speaking) and Mother Nature hasn't been very kind to our neighborhood, either.
Hurricane Irene reduced one of their favorite paths, once a bridge into a fairy world filled with magical possibilities, as a place to be feared, neglected and left totally abandoned.
No matter how many times we changed our direction, we were reminded of just how fragile our world has become and my son was trying really hard to understand why I would want to take pictures of such random things.I tried to explain with this broken sidewalk. Yesterday it served as a medium for space travel. Who knows what story it will tell, tomorrow?
I don't know if it stuck. The boy is only 13. Also, he asked that I stop taking pictures so that we could get home and check to see if dinner was ready and, well, 13 year-old boys really do get hungry, A LOT.
"Hey, but thanks for the walk mom."
Aaaaand, next time, I'm thinking about dying my hair purple.
"My head feels a whole lot better."
Mine too, enough said.
© 2003 – 2012 This Full House
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Wordless Wednesday: Low Tide, Cape Cod Style
Taken while visiting with my friend Sue in Cape Cod, MA (my pretend home) using my non-iPhone (Pppffflllttt!)© 2003 – 2012 This Full House
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Nearly Wordless Wednesday: You Know You’re a Blogger, When…
A Pear of HeartsAfter finishing perhaps the juiciest pear on the planet (seriously, you SHOULD be salivating) when one of your kids walks by, looks down at your plate and hollers:
"DON'T MOVE!!!"
[eyes go WIDE, slides teeth over teeth, checks for creepy crawlies]
"Let me get your camera!!!"
Aaaaand, after nearly 9 years of hitting the publish button, proving once again that old school bloggers never die, they're just busy trying to remember where in the h.e.double hockey sticks they put their camera, as said nearly-grown kids continue to provide you with some really gosh-darn good blog fodder.
As for me? I'm shooting for the 10 year pin.
[whips off reading glasses]
YES!!! There IS SO a pin…DAMMIT!!!
© 2003 – 2012 This Full House
FRESHLY-BREWED ELSEWHERE: Not for nothing, but I am absolutely thrilled to partner with Hallmark as a Life is a Special Occasion blogger, sharing personal stories, insights and inspirations in enjoying simple, every day moments with you (yes, YOU!) Like, this month's post: The joy of doing absolutely nothing of REAL importance.
