Thursday, March 31, 2011

My Orega-fro

I was going for a Welcome Back, Carter but ... anyone remember Benita Bizarre?

 (day 82)

I'm feeling reclusive and grouchy today.  Little things like full trashcans and a coat hanger shortage are making me seethe.  Not to mention dippy Facebook posts that read: "Just finished another crossfit class, now I'm doing 50 pushups... as I text this... with my nose."  If I see the phrase "You rock! " carelessly written as a knee jerk response to someone's update again I'm erasing my profile.  

Or there's those kids down the street that scream non stop in front of our house for 45 minutes for no apparent reason (even my kids were annoyed. )   Don't turn on Fox News or show me what's "Trending" I can't be responsible for how I'll act.  

What is it?  Is it time for summer vacation?  It's like I have no tolerance for stuff that bores me or cheeses me out.  My ability to smile and accept the world around me is vacating like the box of Ding Dongs I bought at the store that mysteriously vanished from my grocery sack.  
That was going to be my snack.  

The endless deadlines and functions that had my head spinning last week have me snarling today.  This probably isn't a good thing since I'm a volunteer at youth camp tomorrow and may be up much of the night with teenage girls in the dorms.   Teenage girls say stuff like, "You rock!"  Nah, that's just people my age trying to sound young.

Deep breath, oh wait , I forgot my sinuses are plugged.   I hate mouth breathing.  

Anyway, deep breath and I'll change the subject.  These pics are horrible and make me smile.  I may have to make it everyone in my family's screen savers after they go to bed.   The color was even better because the oregano was super green and my makeup-less face was completely sunburned red from soccer.  It could be our next Christmas Card.  But that was too horrible to inflict on the world-today, anyway.  This is one my grandmother will say does nothing for me.  Wait til Christmas...

Okay, now I'm smiling. 


Actually , I think I look more like Gilly.  Oh, well.  "Sorry :)"

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Garden Snippets

Garden Snippets: onion, ponytail palm, sage, hollyhocks, and grapevine.

 (day 83)
 (day 87)

 (day 88)
(day 74)

I like to get up close for pictures- it makes my midget garden seem big.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Photo Jumble

This is blogging cliff notes.  I'll hit the high points:  Coming home from camping I took this at a stoplight.  I just couldn't get over the color of the sky.   Though we had fun on our trip, we didn't do our usual sleepfest.

 (nasty windshield textures by me, day 70)

That's why I'm crashed out here.  

 (nappytime, day 76)

Since I rarely venture away from my home with my camera, I will now photograph anything- I mean anything,  hence the dogs' bowl.
    
(water bowl, day 78)
In my efforts to find something to photograph I sometimes stage "precious moments" with my kids.  This is my son pretending to still like picking flowers for me :) 

 (he pretends to still pick them- if I ask him, day 80)

And this is the perfect Target sweatshirt.  The photo is my response to all of the "The Cutest Little Old Outfit I Wore Today" stuff on blogs.  I realize I look like Knute Rockne, but this is what I wore that day.


Now, I just need to post a couple more, and bam, I'm caught up. 

Monday, March 28, 2011

A Couple Through the Viewfinder

I'm about to enter the crazy time of year.   You can expect to see me in extremes: nothing for days, then  a blitz of several posts in one day.   When I do write something, it may be disjointed and fuzzy.   

I'm not even one of those moms who's on all the committees.   I'm just a get- them- to- school- on- time-kind-of-mom, and my little home-bodies aren't part of half the extracurriculars their friends are.    Yet, here I am breathless again in March.   Church activities, UIL, recitals, games,  camp payment deadlines, missed checkups... do I really have to go into detail?   

 If you have children or teach children, you know.  If you don't, then you are probably well-rested at the moment.  

 I'm not complaining, just amazed.

 (day 79, Ttv52- week 11)
(day 85,  Ttv52- week 12)

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Doing the Math


"You only get one sunrise and one sunset a day, and you only get so many days on the planet.  A good photographer does the math and doesn't waste either."  - Galen Rowell

Not to say that I'm "good", but it does explain why I took so many pictures on that hike...









...and irritated my patient family.

Looking for Magic Hour

I know that I've found it when I don't want to do a thing to alter the image.

"Twice each day the cool, blue light of night interacts with warm tones of daylight.  The most interesting parts of the natural world are the edges, places where ocean meets land, meadow meets forest, timberline touches the heights.  Near Magic Hour, transmitted light becomes ever warmer, reflected light ever colder."

(she used to pick these)

(day 69)




(still calls him Daddy)


I couldn't agree more.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Home Away from Home

Come take a trip with us in our little pop- up.


It's not the camper I always envisioned us having.
It was a blessing because right after we discussed looking for one, a family friend mentioned he wanted to sell his to my husband and it was just the right amount: cheap.

 Behold, the mid eighties: lots of Country Blue

 The floor was old and gross- as the camper was mostly used for guys' hunting trips the last several years, but it was in good shape so we set out to "modernize" it.

 Observe the state of the art faux-parquet sticky tile renovation.  
My husband also replaced a panel of wood from the cabinet near the door that had gotten wet and swollen.

The fuzzy blue cushions were just washed and slip covered, for easy care, with groovy green fabric I found for half off.  The sewing would have been free had I learned to sew more than buttons.

To replace the curtains, we needed to find something that would tolerate being crumpled into a wad most of the year when the camper's down and be opaque at night.   I went with privacy curtains from Walmart and had them hemmed.  The sides of a couple of panels had to be sewn together to fit the one big window, and I used my button sewing skillz to sew the plastic tabs at the top and velcro on the sides for fitting around the camper frame and fastening to the walls (talent!)  I don't know how well they'll hold up over time,  but it was a quick and easy fix right before our Grand Canyon trip.


 I can use a few silk scarves as curtain ties to let extra light in.

I had a blanket that matched our fancy pallete of green and more green, 

 got another one at a resale shop, and threw on a couple of Target pillows.

(day 66)

Tada.  Now it's just like home, with a teenager capable of texting and gaming all day in bed, no matter what the scenery is outside.

That's our bathroom, if we want to use it.

 Our camper has a sink but it's so tiny and splashes water everywhere.
It's just easier to use a rubber tub outside. 

 Here we have our living room

 and our kitchen.

 Next on the list is maybe spiffing up the outside, and replacing the curtains that close off the bed areas.  

No, it's not an airstream or a teardrop or even my dream Shasta, but it has grown on me.
The more places we go in it, the more older couples camped near us in larger campers  and rv's will tell us they wish they'd never upgraded from a pop up.

At night, when I feel the camper sway a little in the wind, as if we're up in the very trees we hear rustling around us,  I'm glad we have this little home away from home.

 We enjoyed having you!

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Zoo

We went to the zoo one day on our trip because it was too yucky outside to ride trails.  I brought the lensbaby because I thought all the color and blur would look good.  I like seeing and reading about all of the animals, but I always feel sad.  I hear "Born Free" in my head.

How do I make a zoo trip sad?  My husband once told me that strangers can talk to me for a few minutes and next thing you know, they're crying and talking about their heartaches.

It's a gift.













All of that color, and I still left melancholy.  Click this link and tell me this snippet of the song doesn't make you think of Elsa and want to cry.  
Huh?  See?
Okay I'm signing off now to make a fool of myself as I watch Christian the lion.