Monday, June 30, 2008

pure beauty.

i'm in love.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

how could this sweet little berry ever be a synonym for a derisive sound of disapproval?

Saturday, June 28, 2008

monday, 1:00 am
in the pouring rain with 3 carry-on bags of luggage and a mother-in-law with a bad attitude in tow

note to self-

dear self,

when parking your car in a long term parking lot at the airport, it might be a novel idea to remember exactly which lot it was that you parked in.



p.s. oh, and try to lose the mother-in-law next time

Friday, June 27, 2008

a. smart as a whip
b. very cute
c. needs a prescription for benzodiazepines due to extreme neurosis
d. poop eating disordered
e. sneezes backwards
f. legs longer than tail

a. sweet, sweet disposition
b. also very cute
c. dumb as rocks
d attachment disordered
e. possesses a very feminine walk (as in bow wow chicka bow wow)
f. tail longer than legs

Thursday, June 26, 2008

when i worked for hospice, i was called dawn of the dead. i have a comfort level with death, dying and cemetaries. i like to go there to gather my thoughts. the acres of burial markers remind me of thumbtacks on a giant map of lives that once were. i found my father-in-law's marker while i was there the other day and spoke his name out loud. there is something very powerful when the name of a person who has died is spoken out loud. all the thoughts and memories of that person and their life is remembered once again. a few days before he died, he said "i'm flying with my eyes closed."

are you still flying? i wonder.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

i kmow you're scared to look ahead. it's hard to see and we're always scared of what we can't see. but it's okay to go forward. and if you need to cast a backward glance, you'll see me behind you. smiling, supporting you and loving you....always, always, always.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

i was primarily looking for a tertiary color space, but i had to settle for secondary best.

Monday, June 23, 2008

okay stars, here's the answers to yesterday's puzzle.

1. rock star
2. dog star
3. star trek
4. corn star (liberties with this one)
5. star crossed
6. star g(r)azer (liberties with this one too)

Sunday, June 22, 2008

here's a few pictureword puzzles for you. i took some liberties with a couple of them, but i'm sure you'll figure them out. you can click on the pictures if you're having trouble seeing them. i'll post the answers tomorrow. have fun!

Saturday, June 21, 2008

"i like to say the word pudding"
"why do you like to say the word pudding?"
"i just like that word... pudding."
"huh. does your sister like to say that word too?"
"i don't know........but i like to say it. pudding."
"you're pretty funny. do you think you'll always like to say pudding? even when you're all grown up?"
"i don't know. you'll have to ask me when i'm all grown up."
"okay. i'll remember to do that."
"don't forget"
"okay, i won't"

Thursday, June 19, 2008

no, it wasn't a peanut butter cake, but she sure looks happy anyway, doesn't she? i'd be happy too if i was the one eating it, but i chose to live vicariously through her instead and alternatively, she wasted no time in telling me how heavenly it was... devil spawn.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

i don't collect things as a general rule, but i do have a few chickens that i like. the two that are on the left are handmade folk art chickens, and the chicken on the right is a timer. they live on top of my stove so i guess they would be considered free range chickens.

Free Range Chicken by T.S. Bogorad

I'm a free range chicken. I do what I want. I'm a free range chicken. I go where I want. I peck a little here. I peck a little there. I'm a free range chicken. That's what I'm doing here.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

i heart this picture.
did the wisteria vine really grow to form a heart shape like this? of course it did. that, plus an hour in the hot, blazing morning sun with superbond glue, wire and a whole lot of very, very bad words.

Friday, June 13, 2008

now tell did my p.b. kid get to be 20 years old again?  because my brain has a hard time wrapping itself around that one. especially when i see her sleeping so peacefully like this.  i try to remember what it was like when she slept like this while cradled in my arms. when i was the only one who could soothe her and relax her into sleep....20 years old now.....thank goodness i'm not getting any older.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

I could never keep our golden retriever out of these hydrangea bushes when he was alive.  He'd lay all over them and break all the branches off.  They bloom in memory of him now.   

Madame and Twizzle don't seem to care much about the hydrangeas. Twizzie seems to like my mint  and sage patch though, so that's become her own personal dog lounge.  I don't mind this because now she always smells like a Penzey's spice shop.... all sage and minty fresh. ..kind of like a tube of toothpaste with a tail. 

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

sedum two vases?  

Monday, June 9, 2008

Lolo, could you be any cuter?  I don't think so.

Logan is my niece's daughter which makes her my great niece.

Having twenty something year old nieces and nephews freaked me out until they started having babies.  Now, I figure it's training ground for my own wwwway-in-the-future grandparenthood. Yes... my peanut butter kid will have little peanuts of her own one day.  
So in the meantime, I get to "practice" with Lolo.  

It's a shame she isn't very pretty, isn't it?

Sunday, June 8, 2008

a pear, a pair and a chair

Saturday, June 7, 2008

The Alzheimer's Association held their annual fundraising walk today in the 95 degree heat.  Their slogan is "Move to End Alzheimer's".  So we moved, but the heat made it with much less enthusiasm than we would have normally had. Mostly, we moved to the coolers to get another cold water.  

Sobering to think that there are 5.2 million people who live with this disease every day.  

Alzheimer's is the 7th leading cause of death.  

Thursday, June 5, 2008

numbering my many blessings this day

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

The concrete Gods cometh and taketh away.

And they restoreth our driveway and our faith in mankind.  


Sunday, June 1, 2008

These magnolia blooms were bigger than my head  (and my head is unnaturally big)  Of course I couldn't resist breathing in their heavenly scent.  Their petals are like the finest porcelain. They're one of the greatest high points about our southern summers.  Looking at them simply takes the pain of the relentless humidity that we endure, right away.