What a sad state of affairs this blog is in. My goodness, could it be true? I've only posted 9-ish times in 2010? Ridiculous. I'm going to blame it on being a mom and starting my photography business. Really, there isn't much time to squeeze in anything else. Now that the snow has set in the photography is slowing way down. That's what happens when you don't have a studio. I rely on Mother Nature to supply beautiful backdrops for my photo sessions. The snow is beautiful but there aren't too many families knocking down my door to have portraits taken in it. I'm kinda glad. In fact, family portraits are a bit boring for me. There, I said it. I like that they bring in revenue, but the fact is they don't ignite the photography flame for me. This year I've had a ball shooting the local foxhunting club. I've learned quite a bit about the sport too.
So, I believe I'm still finding my niche. All in good time.
In Wren news: she learned the word "clock." She points to the clock and says the word. She's brilliant! And if I ask her where Jesus is, she points to baby Jesus in the nativity. She's very good at pointing to her nose, ears, eyes and mouth when asked. Christmas is next week. That means Wren is only about six months away from being 2. TWO! For crying out loud, where does the time go? Mark and I have been discussing/planning the next baby. I think February sounds like a good time to start. We've decided to put the house on the market in March. So, it could turn into a spring/summer jam packed with changes and excitement!
Until then, I need to finish my Christmas shopping tomorrow. We're also decorating sugar cookies tomorrow, like that won't turn into a hot mess covered in red and green sugar. All in the name of holiday fun :) I'll be sure to take photos.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
This is her first time being sick. Poor girl. Isn't she pitiful?
She hadn't been eating well the last few days and got a runny nose.
Then she got a yucky cough. Mama called the doctor and the doctor said,"No more monkeys
Jumping on the bed!" No, that's not what the doctor said at all. She actually said, "Yep she has an ear
infection and an upper respiratory infection." Go figure. I just stopped breastfeeding three weeks ago.
I'm a firm believer that's why she hasn't been sick until now.
So, now my baby Bird is taking a bubble gum flavored antibiotic.
Breaks my heart. She's so sweet.
Feel better soon!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
This is my Summer spot. After my Bird is in bed and my husband is situated on the couch watching reruns
of Two and a Half Men; this is where I go. I sit. I read. I drink an Izze, or a glass of wine, or a sweet tea.
*breathe in. breathe out.* I stare at the sky and study the clouds or the early moon. I ponder. I try not to ponder. Sometimes I want nothing on my mind. Nothing but the sound of the birds, the breeze in the trees or the buzz of the cicadas.
This particular evening I was engrossed in the novel I was reading, "The Help." If you haven't read it, you should. And you should buy it. Keep it. Let your children read it when they're older.
And try an Izze. I'm fond of Sparkling Blackberry but there are other flavors.
I stay in my spot until it gets too dark to read or the mosquitoes start a buffet line at my feet.
Every evening I have the luxury to spend in my spot I always have company. I don't mind because he's
quiet, entertaining and mostly keeps to himself except when he takes a notion to light on my arm while I read.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
I'm totally a Mellenhead. Mellencamp fan.
This morning presale tickets went on sale and I stalked my computer all morning waiting for
the secret password to show up and constantly refreshing my browser.
The moment of truth at 10am! "Buy Tickets" showed up on my screen
and I furiously typed in all the essential info and dutifully filled in the 'captcha" blank.
At first I got Row L. I declined and search for tickets again...then I got Row O.
Blast! Row S. Really? The tickets just went on sale. One more try...
"Row D Gold Circle Seats" Oh hell yeah! I pounced.
So, my Boo and I are going to the show in November. It's going to be fantastic!
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
We just celebrated Wren's 1st birthday a couple weeks ago. She is so awesome. I know everyone probably thinks their kids are so awesome...well, I'm just a proud mama. Thought I'd share a birthday pic.
We had a little party with friends and family. I made all the decorations at the cake. I won't be making
another fancy cake. I told Wren that was her last fancy cake made by her mama. I totally respect
bakers and cake decorators. I used fondant icing (which doesn't taste very good). It was
a decent cake...tasted good aside from the fondant. It was just way too much work when I was trying to
prepare for a housefull of people. The decorations were fun though! Here's a couple snapshots..
And here's a shot of my Big Bird being sweetness personified....
Can't believe it's been a year. Oh how they change and grow so quickly.
Happy Birthday Birdie!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
*This story took place over a year ago, but I just found it!*
SETTING: as the curtain opens and the lights come up we see; me in my pajamas (read: yoga pants, big maternity top, messy hair and glasses) sitting on the couch in my living room. There is a smattering of loose papers around me as I sort through old 401k statements from previous employers. I can’t seem to remember if I ever rolled them over into my IRA.
Dials the phone…*ring, ring* “Hello this is Debra, how may I assist you today?”
Me: “I’m a former employee and can’t remember if I ever rolled over my funds into an IRA.”
Debra:” I’d be glad to help! What’s your social security number and date of birth?”
Me: * I gave the appropriate responses which I will not repeat in a public forum*
Debra: “Oh, yes, here it is. It looks like we did a rollover in 2006 but you do have a balance due to residual company matching, would you like to roll over that amount?”
Me: “That would be great, lets send it to the same account.”
Debra: “Okay, I’ll get that taken care of, here’s your confirmation number, is there anything else I can do for you?”
Me: “Nope, thanks again Debra!” *I always call folks by their name*
Okay, so that was the first phone call. Pretty quick, courteous and to the point. I keep on trucking through my papers and discover another account I’d better follow up on.
Dials phone…*ring, ring* “Hello this is blah blah woman's voice *words are muffled and drowned out by loud call center background noise*
Me: “Hello? I need to check on my account and see if I ever did a rollover??
Blah Blah: “Okay, do you have password? *more background noise*
Me: “I can’t really hear you that well.”
Blah Blah: *takes me off speaker phone I think* “There, is dat bettah?” *She is difficult to understand because she doesn’t speak clear English, and the background noise is still noticeable and distracting* “Can you tell me password?”
Me: “No, I haven’t worked there is awhile and I don’t remember the password.”
Blah Blah: “Do you want to answer security questions? Tell me your name and birthday.”
Me: “Okay, I’ll answer the security questions. *gave my name and birth date*
Blah Blah: “What was your grandfathah’s occupation?
Me: “He was an optometrist.”
Blah Blah: “Spell it”
Me: “You want me to spell optometrist?” *affirmative* “O-P-T-O-M-E-T-R-I-S-T”
Blah Blah: “What was the first school you went to?”
Me: “Danville North Elementary”
Blah Blah: “Spell it”
Me: * I’m starting to laugh now, amused that this is happening. I just had a very easy interaction with Debra regarding the same issue…and now I’m in a spelling bee with a call center operator* “D-A-N-V…..” *you get the picture*
Blah Blah: *she won’t quit* “Tell me the name of your first dog.”
Me: “Darla. D-A-R-L-A” *getting impatient now*
Blah Blah:” I’m sorry but one of your answers was incorrect, I cannot share any information with you without the password.”
Me: *fired up now* “What do you mean one of the answers was wrong? Did I spell it wrong? Those are the correct answers! Can’t we use my social security number?”
Blah Blah: * very passively keeps repeating that she can’t help me without the password*
Me: “ May I please speak to your supervisor?” * still repeating the password business*
“I’d like to speak to your manager” *I feel like I’ve just been on candid camera and now she won’t even let me speak to her manager, so firmly I insist* “Let me speak to your manager!”
It doesn’t make any sense to me why some things have to be so difficult. God Bless Debra.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Can you remember your very first sip of a chocolate milkshake?
This is my Bird at the county fair Sunday evening enjoying her very first chocolate milkshake from the local dairy farmers tent. Her daddy is holding the cup for her because she's not even big enough to do that on her own yet. I think a milkshake is one of those things that can transcend barriers dividing folks; age, ethnicity, socioeconomic status. It's a simple pleasure that brings humanity together for one frosty cold, delicious moment.
We shared a sweet summer evening with our daughter and some old friends in my hometown. We drove an hour from where we live in the city to spend time showing Wren the 4-H animals, eating "elephant ears" and cheering on our favorite competitor in the kids pedal tractor pull! I always enjoy the opportunity to savor a slower pace of life. One of these days....