tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940805196032280962024-03-04T23:27:11.816-05:00Dot's SpotDot Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06987504223521552430noreply@blogger.comBlogger250125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294080519603228096.post-38348347272010357342012-01-09T10:37:00.000-05:002012-01-09T10:37:10.318-05:00Still Alive in 2012My goal is to do some posts this year, hopefully more regularly. 2011 saw illnesses of my parents. My dad has recovered from his but my mom not so much..... <br />
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We are getting ready to send our youngest off to college this fall. We are waiting on our daughter's decision on whether or not to join the army.... Yes, lots going on and lots of photos taken but I just never got around to blogging. Facebook grabbed me and sucked me right in. My boy, third from the left, was voted to homecoming court last fall. He had fun, made some new friends as a result, and it was a beautiful day for the last home football game of the year, and marked the end of his marching band career forever. He doesn't want to be in band in college... bummer.<br />
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Back when I snapped this picture, I did not know the battles she had faced already and would be facing again.<br />
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Heaven gained a new angel last night.... I am sure she's getting some amazing photos of her new home...Dot Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06987504223521552430noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294080519603228096.post-37168821764392480712011-04-24T14:33:00.001-04:002011-04-25T08:17:05.798-04:00And It Hasn't Happened Since...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/2011/04/photo-challenge-pets/"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo8FN_8O4bSzjJdoyvnAojTl_xCYA0dLCl6kGGmH0-k2WpfwGNTVb0g8OIYvZUG_byxovY4B9NBHq8-lnvxM8j_jpmXBLRbgadrHNdCjJsm5HvM97stmlGL5S_J7ymzU9kKoCdUdkjbiA/s1600/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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I snapped this photo a few weeks back, totally thrilled that after two years of living together, my old guy finally caved and let the younger beagle snuggle with him. Here I thought it was the beginning of something magical and wonderful that would happen time and time again.... it hasn't since this picture was snapped.<br />
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Ruby loves Freckles - I always believed he could take her or leave her but I do believe he has softened a bit. Why else would he have allowed this tender moment. My old beagle may be a curmudgeon, but I adore him so.....<br />
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Visit <a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/2011/04/photo-challenge-pets/">I Heart Faces</a> so you can get your fill of adorable pet pics!<br />
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<div id="refHTML"></div>Dot Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06987504223521552430noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294080519603228096.post-11693133907410257902011-04-19T10:19:00.001-04:002011-04-19T10:28:17.369-04:00Matthew Morrison! Whoah!!! Gleefull????I just saw this pop up on my AOL news feed, was intrigued by it, went to the link and totally laughed myself silly. I love Glee and I love, love, love, love Matthew Morrison! <br />
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Oh, and the day I accepted the position, my boss from my other job called to let me know my work would be increasing by leaps and bounds - hence I type from sun-up to sun-down every day 7 days a week - at least until we are done paying college tuition.Dot Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06987504223521552430noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294080519603228096.post-78880782709734739902011-03-27T21:24:00.000-04:002011-03-27T21:24:37.051-04:00A Slice of Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiKIYRK4O-gyvMzqrvwK-7qn3U_D-4ePWSybqgmW9zjHwEo82FRTnIySm-PVK0KhQ5YjMuFmL1UhxFQ3WADAULgm0fWkxrp2rEkqQa9Ftqnf7nFpPS3PXAxmnZXjFDvAnDZ8RVEO22xDU/s1600/colleenheartfaces032711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiKIYRK4O-gyvMzqrvwK-7qn3U_D-4ePWSybqgmW9zjHwEo82FRTnIySm-PVK0KhQ5YjMuFmL1UhxFQ3WADAULgm0fWkxrp2rEkqQa9Ftqnf7nFpPS3PXAxmnZXjFDvAnDZ8RVEO22xDU/s640/colleenheartfaces032711.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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Be sure to head on over to <a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/">I Heart Faces</a> where there will be lots of Slices of Life!<br />
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Over Christmas break (which ended today) she did an online nutrition course to help ease the workload for the spring semester. She worked her tail off every day, sitting at the computer with earphones in watching lectures, making notes, completing projects, and taking weekly tests at the local community college.<br />
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As hard as I tried to get on her nerves, i.e. constantly waving my camera in her face, giving her odd jobs to do, having her constantly take the dogs out, she still seemed relatively happy.<br />
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We enjoyed tea together (hers was in her Jack mug), we spent time chatting when she had a few free minutes each day.<br />
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I did try to get on her nerves so that she'd look forward to going back to school. However, that never happened. We had such a nice 7+ weeks together.<br />
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With Daddy<br />
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With Ruby<br />
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But none with me or with her brother - her brother was too ill to get out of bed. None with me because I am always the camera operator.<br />
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So, she did not fail biology last semester, it was just one of those tough classes that made her first semester in college not the best experience.<br />
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I failed at making her wish she was back at school. But, I guess that isn't such as bad "failure" after all.<br />
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At any rate, I survived and my nose now breathes much better and actually even sits a little straighter than it did before - YAY!<br />
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Here is just a smattering of photos covering the holiday season in our home.<br />
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My son turned 17 three days after Christmas - So, his December is always a very "giftful" month.<br />
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Freckles decided that my husband's chair is now his own to sleep in all day long... <br />
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I made my daughter go outside and shovel in the snow/sleet/freezing rain because nobody else was around to do it.<br />
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And Ruby appointed herself chief window viewer and sofa guarder in our house.<br />
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Yes, the camera is pretty much always at the ready.... Now, if I could just get a grasp of Photoshop CS4, all would be perfect!<br />
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While I was taking photographs, Noah looked up at me with a rather perplexed look on his face...<br />
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He then had to get a little closer....<br />
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Nope, still couldn't figure whatever it was, so he got a bit closer....<br />
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I am starting off my year with an entry into <a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/">I Heart Faces</a> contest this week. It's been so long since I've entered photos or blogged about anything. Believe me, my life's just fine and all is going well. I just stepped back for a while and am working longer hours. When I stop work by 9, 10, or 11 at night, my brain is just too fried to compose any blog posts.<br />
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But, I hope to change that up a little bit. If I can get my work done by dinner and let the evenings be just for fun and relaxation, then I can get back to blogging more often. As it is, with college tuition for one I need to grab all the work that I can. College for the second child is only a year and half or so away - so hard to believe.<br />
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So, back to my entry - one of my favorite subjects is my niece's little boy - and he never gives me a hard time about taking his photo - at least not yet. But, then again he's only three years old.<br />
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All in all, I can't complain about anything and who'd want to hear me complain anyway. I am looking forward to the holidays and am thankful for everything I have in my life be it good or not so good.Dot Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06987504223521552430noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294080519603228096.post-26854552824832491772010-09-27T22:57:00.000-04:002010-09-27T22:57:08.339-04:00Two Funerals and a Wedding<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Exactly one year ago tomorrow, we said goodbye to my sweet, sweet mother-in-law. She lived to just one month shy of her 94th birthday, and we know that she has been reunited with her sweetheart who passed 25 years before her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On July 19 of this summer, we said goodbye to my brother-in-law after a very brief illness - it was way too soon for him to leave us and his wife....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNikMxo3TcMpkHnepsXbIMzaRZnctI8V5jK6WhUsAi6Zy6mPAEuBaw7AcgxkvKiZEzU0hnCuvbGjrq9eOsdMRsLo1Xen6Q5C9CH7tfsoh6R7yi4btxFcWQI6LXOp28EjKH6-fhq1OOiv8/s1600/182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNikMxo3TcMpkHnepsXbIMzaRZnctI8V5jK6WhUsAi6Zy6mPAEuBaw7AcgxkvKiZEzU0hnCuvbGjrq9eOsdMRsLo1Xen6Q5C9CH7tfsoh6R7yi4btxFcWQI6LXOp28EjKH6-fhq1OOiv8/s640/182.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But on September 24 my family had a very good reason to be happy and to celebrate for our niece married the love of her life...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Tonight I am thinking about my daughter who is now off to her freshman year of college. This is what she looked like as we drove her down to deposit her at her new home for the next nine months....<br />
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We arrived and moved her into her temporary housing for the first four days while she participated in marching band camp. This dormitory had air conditioning.... <br />
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She didn't want us to leave so we hung around for quite a while. I think she was really mildly traumatized by the fact that this was really "it" and she would probably not see her home for a month.<br />
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I then casually mentioned that her brother, dad and I should probably get back on the road home and this is what I saw....<br />
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She wasn't quite ready for us to leave yet, but there really wasn't much for us to do either. So, we all strolled outside and looked around the "turf" outside her dorm. This was to be the gathering spot for the freshmen band members at 5 PM. So, we waited and chatted, and she chewed her fingernails...<br />
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Finally, a few other girls walked over to the "turf". We encouraged my daughter to go over and introduce herself. She hesitated a moment and then finally agreed. She walked over and joined in the circle and....<br />
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The moment her butt hit the ground, we were outta there!!<br />
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We aren't coldhearted parents. We just knew that we needed to use the opportunity to leave. We returned four days later for the kids were all moving into their permanent dorms.<br />
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We are still going through a period of adjustment... many ups and downs. I think the ups will begin to outnumber the downs for her soon. I for one haven't shed many tears on her departure. I think I'm too excited about this next four-year adventure she will be living. Also, knowing she's really only an hour away brings me great comfort.<br />
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He has pancreatitis but it seems that the combination of fluids, antibiotics, and anti-nausea medications have really turned my little guy around. We saw him tonight and there is life back in his eyes and I swear he was smiling. The girls at the vet's office are smitten - he's quite the ladies man there.... They are enjoying his "song" - he had been completely quiet since he got sick. <br />
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Our gift is some more time and if it's a week, a month, or a year I'll take it!!!Dot Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06987504223521552430noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294080519603228096.post-10528760227768118062010-08-31T14:47:00.000-04:002010-08-31T14:47:49.402-04:00Twelve Years and Six Months.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuz_NnJ05diaMYHT85JnsgW93CMO43jOfuXvzeuC0_pp_DUDlkAZkvEBXA_SDG2dJ7-lDGJ73ZAvRhkD1tR6DAmcxZpY5LTsmPa7O6ZihLP2D1xbyWtnzM6pLWZOucXPB6KsGXHiU7hl4/s1600/frecklesnolegs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuz_NnJ05diaMYHT85JnsgW93CMO43jOfuXvzeuC0_pp_DUDlkAZkvEBXA_SDG2dJ7-lDGJ73ZAvRhkD1tR6DAmcxZpY5LTsmPa7O6ZihLP2D1xbyWtnzM6pLWZOucXPB6KsGXHiU7hl4/s640/frecklesnolegs.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCyoBfCs6M8eKn1_PUuAjLg1a4goafxXCbCRiGqqF7bIwEY72tTU3-TTQjaILiRqzzgCZjIG4F8dfUOKh-k2aw3P-s73vsi6vx2kWhaTZPjrDURuXXLkT7xZm5RvPB4vEe80Xa4R7oTAU/s1600/frecklesmom2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCyoBfCs6M8eKn1_PUuAjLg1a4goafxXCbCRiGqqF7bIwEY72tTU3-TTQjaILiRqzzgCZjIG4F8dfUOKh-k2aw3P-s73vsi6vx2kWhaTZPjrDURuXXLkT7xZm5RvPB4vEe80Xa4R7oTAU/s640/frecklesmom2.jpg" width="640" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb7qJQjGusopNBLWBqDXsWLryCOoFzravOJwJ4-_fG6cA0x5txLnDkD_-qrWhg_vG7v0atvh1bWFVigZaQxahAI3Tf8lYn13xbQ0-WNUl_IBziOX_1s6iWdufLotOm9uIU7aETNu4hElc/s1600/frecklesruby1resizeforweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb7qJQjGusopNBLWBqDXsWLryCOoFzravOJwJ4-_fG6cA0x5txLnDkD_-qrWhg_vG7v0atvh1bWFVigZaQxahAI3Tf8lYn13xbQ0-WNUl_IBziOX_1s6iWdufLotOm9uIU7aETNu4hElc/s640/frecklesruby1resizeforweb.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihHPH48JnfZj7DDqkXOqDk5OfhC5LNX4PyHD7EMlkwYKiVFicmxQD2FWY2JGgeebE_xdHGj_5UX8TGCItd0bANTlJOOwzLy_giBQ9GsUXFBC7ZZ7pqSEnE70P4IsBBH3U18sFdIdeoB58/s1600/freckles2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihHPH48JnfZj7DDqkXOqDk5OfhC5LNX4PyHD7EMlkwYKiVFicmxQD2FWY2JGgeebE_xdHGj_5UX8TGCItd0bANTlJOOwzLy_giBQ9GsUXFBC7ZZ7pqSEnE70P4IsBBH3U18sFdIdeoB58/s640/freckles2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Can a person every have "too much" time with their dog. I doubt it..... Freckles was like Marley when we first got him at 7 1/2 weeks of age... I never thought I'd survive puppyhood with him. But I did. Now 12 1/2 years later I look back on the first months (well maybe first year and a half) and I realize how quickly it flew by. My neighbors would just laugh when I told them my woes.... and to this day they still laugh at me and recall all of my "Freckles stories". <br />
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Now I sit here knowing he's hooked up to an IV with the possibility of making a decision soon. He's not suffering at all right now, he's just not feeling well. I'll get through it and will make the best decision for him (not me). In fact, the vet already knows my wishes.<br />
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I got lots of great photos of him, and for that I am thrilled! When I repaint my office, some of my "Freckles art" will be proudly displayed on my wall - especially this last photo....( I am so glad I got a good camera)<br />
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Twelve years and six months flew by................Dot Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06987504223521552430noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294080519603228096.post-28364517546166605202010-08-20T00:17:00.001-04:002010-08-20T00:17:26.847-04:00Sock It To Me .......At first this may appear to be an intricate knitting project I am currently undertaking.<br />
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However, truth be told it is a sock!<br />
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Two socks actually, two fairly dirty socks.<br />
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These socks have been sitting here since Sunday afternoon - when my college-bound daughter peeled them off of her sweaty feet following her participation in an Ultimate Frisbee tournament. I wouldn't normally have a problem with her removing her wet socks. In fact, I think it's a good idea!<br />
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However, these socks have been sitting in this one spot since Sunday, and it is now Thursday. And, the socks have been sitting outside one of the entrances to my home....<br />
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...the entrance we use all day long when we come and go from our house...<br />
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And the entrance that friends and neighbors use....<br />
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And I have had to repeatedly walk by them, day in and day out. I refuse to take them inside. You don't know how hard it was for me to just walk on by, but I did walk on by every single day. I really couldn't figure out why they sat there so long and considering she's leaving for school this week, I didn't want to make a big stink about it (no pun intended), but I really found these socks to be annoying.<br />
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Is it just me? Am I making a big deal out of it? Could I just exercise a bit more tolerance?<br />
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I THINK NOT!<br />
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So, here I am now with lists of things to buy. She just came into my office and showed me the list of needed/recommended items the college sent and on it they have "stuffed animals". I think they know they are getting our "kids".<br />
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I have seen commercials where a daughter asks for the keys to the car and the dad sees the daughter as still a very young child.... There are days that in my mind's eye I see this......<br />
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But in reality, this is the little girl who is ready to set sail on this next adventure in her life.<br />
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We are in the midst of lots of dorm shopping. It's kind of fun, it really is. I will miss having her living under our roof full-time but my friends tell me that I may feel differently when she returns home for summer break with all of her stuff, she will come home a slightly different person. Life's all about adjustments. I will adjust when she leaves and I will adjust when she returns. Right now I am trying to savor all of the moments I can.... because she leaves in eight days.<br />
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I spent my time visiting the Abbey Stone Theatre for their production of Celtic Fyre.<br />
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My daughter and I went to see this particular show THREE times... my son begrudgingly attended two times with us. If we had made him go anymore than that, this is the face we would have been stuck with...<br />
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Water rides are a favorite in my family. Le Scoot is a great log flume that gets you fairly soaked. I went on it earlier in the day (thankfully I put my camera in a waterproof bag) as my son assured me that I would not get "that wet". I got drenched but the camera was just fine.<br />
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I was able to capture this moment after I got off the flume.<br />
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This little vacation is just what was needed for a bit of a pick-me-up. On Sunday, I will once again head to Maryland for a few days to chaperon my son's high school band camp. Temperatures are supposed to be in the 90s, there is no A/C, there are lots of bugs and mice, and the cabin doors do not lock.<br />
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Hank, you always knew how to prepare amazing asparagus for me.....<br />
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We've survived lots here - graduation ceremonies, tornadoes, parties, and basically life in general. I cannot complain. Life is good - tiring and trying - but good.<br />
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This morning at 5:17 AM, the last two owlets fledged, leaving a couple thousand viewers both sad and happy - happy that all four owlets survived to adulthood so that they can begin their own families, but sad because this one chat room that has intertwined so many lives together for the sole purpose of watching this beautiful event in nature will no longer air the lives of six barn owls.<br />
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This week, the process of "fledging" has begun in my own home. My oldest child, my daughter, graduated high school, left the following morning for Walt Disney World for senior week, and will soon be preparing to head off to college. Funny how both events happened around the same time.....<br />
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I've watched nature prepare its young to face the world, and now I'm preparing to send my "young" out into the world....<br />
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I decided to try my hand at adding some texture to one of the prom photos I took back on senior prom night. This young beautiful girl is a friend of my daughter. I have lots of learning to do with adding texture. I used a free texture called "Bokeh Flash" created by Prareeerica.<br />
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To one of the last photos I took last month..... It amazes me that my boy's face could change this much and he could grow 7 1/2 inches in just a smidge less than three years.<br />
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I plan on practicing hitting that "delete" button soon, but I'm not quite ready yet. It'll have to happen on a day that I've had a good cup of tea (or two or three) and am feeling more confident that all of my photo files are truly safe and sound....<br />
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I'm calling this fear "phototossophobia" - I will now admit that I suffer from phototossophobia. Now, I must look into a remedy for this!<br />
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