I Heart Organic Crayons

This week’s photo challenge on I heart Faces is Play!

I’m submitting this photo of my adorable one year old granddaughter, because I needed an excuse to post a picture of her I’m sure her face will captivate the judges! We just got to visit her in her new home. “Grandma GiGi” had not seen her in seven months, so I took about a million a few pictures.

I wanted to buy her first set of crayons and an art pad (to encourage the great artistic talents that she is sure to have.) Like most one year olds, she is more interested in tasting them right now. But it’s OK, I bought organic, of course. However, she paid rapt attention to Grandma’s scribbles and circles.

See? It’s only a matter of time before she’s a famous artist. Can y’all see how serious she already is about drawing  in her eyes?

I Heart Faces is a photography sharing forum that focuses on the art of capturing faces and their various emotions. Each week, people from across the world enter their favorite face photos.

Click on the picture for a better view and click the button to check out lots of other faces, or to enter a photo of your own!

I Heart These Hands

This week’s photo challenge on I heart Faces is Hands On Fun. As they have done in the past with feet and backsides, they are not requiring us to have a face in our photos this week.

I have a million shots of my grandson, Kole, and his tiny hands. This is one I captured while my husband, “Pop Pop”, was giving Kole a bottle. I wanted to capture the tenderness of this moment, as Kole’s tiny fingers caressed his grandfather’s strong ones.

I Heart Faces is a photography sharing forum that focuses on the art of capturing faces and their various emotions. Each week, people from across the world enter their favorite face photos.

Click on the picture for a better view and click the button to check out lots of other faces, or to enter a photo of your own!

You Capture My Year In Review

I’ve been trying to participate in a photo forum on Thursdays. Brought to us by I Should Be Folding Laundry (me too, by the way)  It’s called You Capture. Every week there is a new theme. This week’s was “My Year in Review.”

Click on the link here to read about how to play along. Then do your best to visit the other participants’ sites – everyone loves the traffic, the comments and the feedback (not just you!) Next week’s photo challenge is Your Winter. Everyone will post pictures of what winter is like where they live. That should be interesting, don’t y’all think?

And yes, I realize that today is Friday. I wanted to have this ready yesterday, but I’ve been working 12 hour shifts all week. The last few weeks have been brutal, y’all. I feel like it’s been all I could do to just keep my head above water. Christmas Day and New Year’s Eve were spent working. The whole month of December was pretty much a blur.

Today is the first day of a seven day break for us. (We work really odd hours in case you didn’t know.) I’m hoping to get back on track in the next seven days with a lot of things; eating healthier, cleaning my pig pen house, trying on clothes I got for Christmas, putting away Christmas stuff (ugh!) managing piles of laundry, catching up with friends and family, getting reacquainted with my hubby and last but not least, blogging.

But today, I’m dedicating to doing as little as possible. If that means lying around in my bathrobe drinking Bloody Marys all day, so be it. Reminiscing about last year is a good way to start off the week.

In January, we had a rare sprinkling of snow. It hardly ever snows on the coast of North Carolina, and when it does, we all lose our minds, y’all. Everybody except the damn Yankees, like my husband, who have moved down here to make fun of all of us silly southerners enjoy our balmy weather.

February was spent worrying about our love tree. We call it our “love tree” because when we first met, it was just a little stick in the ground, basically. There was some discussion about whether or not to just pull it up. But when I revealed to Jeff that a former boyfriend of mine had said that this tree “would never amount to anything”, Jeff decided to dedicate his life to making this tree grow.

After much fertilizing, it is now taller than our house. But we may have fertilized it a bit too much last year. As you can see in the photo, it developed a nasty split right down the middle of it’s trunk last winter.

March brought a chance to enjoy a golf getaway in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Jeff and I got a terrific deal on Ebay. We stayed two nights at a resort, played three different golf courses and took in a show at The Palace.

April was spent getting ready for my first grandchild! I gave my son and his girlfriend an Eco Baby Shower and almost went crazy in the process. You can read all about my ordeal  here. Amazingly, I found enough time to blog about it.

In May, my darling little grand daughter, Freya, was born.

Also in May, my oldest son, Kyle, not only graduated from college, but he and his wife, Erika, found out that they were finally going to have a baby! What perfect timing!

In June, we made the painful decision  to take the chain saw to the “love tree.” Jeff loped off half of it, hoping it would continue to survive –  as strong as our love for each other has. Six months later, it appears to be doing fine, just a little on the crooked side.

July was spent going on vacation to Busch Gardens and hanging out at Wrightsville Beach. This is one of my favorite photos we took this year. This is Jeff’s daughter and her friend, fighting the surf. These two fourteen year olds from Upstate New York were more than happy to spend the summer down here,working on their tans…

…and their texting skills.

In August we hosted our annual chicken spiedie dinner. It was my mother’s birthday, and she enjoyed playing patty cake with her great grand daughter, Freya, who was getting so big!

In September, we took the girls back to New York and spent some time outdoors with our rottweiler, Hannah, enjoying the last bits of summer.

October was a hard month. My son and his girlfriend moved to another state 800 miles away, taking my precious little grand daughter with them. They brought her over so we could say good bye.

The cooler fall weather in November inspired us to try out our golfing skills at a beautiful golf course, Lockwood Folly Country Club in Shallote, NC.

And the end of the month, on Thanksgiving Day, my grandson, Kole, was born! Another baby, another blessing!

December was spent getting to know this little guy! I took a week of vacation after he came home from the hospital to stay with Kyle and Erika and help out with Kole. And, of course, I have spent countless hours trying to capture this adorable face with my camera.

A Thousand Words Thursday #11

Thanks to my friend, Jan, over at Jan’s Sushi Bar, I’ve decided to give this here posting every day thing a try, y’all. It’s called NaBloPoMo,and I can’t believe how long it just took me to write that. Stands for “National Blog Posting Month”. You post something every day for a month.

It’s ridiculously hard ….damn near impossible….a monumental task on the weekends..the biggest challenge of my life so far….can we just say only seven days left?…almost over and I have really, really run out of things to say…become the bane of my existence.


Today I was priveldged to go to the OB/GYN specialist with my oldest son and daughter-in-law for an ultra sound of their baby, which is due Jan 2nd. They are having a BOY, y’all! Since I am the mother of three sons, of course little boys hold a special place in my heart. I feel so blessed that I’m going to have grandson.

My middle son and his partner presented me with an adorable granddaughter this past May, and what a thrill it was to finally hold a girl, after years of trying and longing for one.

I think I might be the luckiest woman alive, to have a precious granddaughter and now, a grandson on the way. As I watched the tiny unborn male baby on the screen, I could not suppress the tears of joy. And I thought about his little cousin, Freya, who will surely enjoy having him to tease some day, as only little girls can get way with.

In this picture of her with my mom, her great grandmother Joy Joy, you can see the beginnings of a little mischievous grin. One that is already worth a thousand words.

ATWTWhich just happens to be the rules of another photography meme called A Thousand Words Thursday. It is hosted by Jen, at Cheaper that Therapy. I think she’s on to something, myself. The idea behind this one is to post a picture that is worth a thousand words. Be sure and click on the link above, and add your photo to the list. Then have fun visiting all the other blogs and viewing what they think is worth a thousand words!

Making the Bad Better

Thanks to my friend, Jan, over at Jan’s Sushi Bar, I’ve decided to give this here posting every day thing a try, y’all.

It’s called NaBloPoMo,and I can’t believe how long it just took me to write that. Stands for “National Blog Posting Month”. You post something every day for a month.

spincyclesmallThis week’s Spin Cycle topic is “your favorite post”. It was hard to select a favorite ( I like everything I write, I’m vain like that! ) but this one definitely stands out from the rest. It has the distinction of being the one post with the least views of all time.

My blog will be one year old on August 24th, I have had a total of 10,147views and a grand total of 9 of them were of this post. It also had the honor of receiving zero comments.

It’s no real mystery to me why this particular post, entitled “Mysteries”  received so little attention. I posted this after I lost my beloved grandmother, the author of this poem,  after I had just found out that I was about to become a grandmother, myself! I offered no prelude, or explanation, so it just kind of sat there waiting to be noticed.  Quiet and unassuming, it comes without  fanfare and it asks for none.

And yet, it says volumes. Kind of like my grandmother.



As each season passes by,

When rain drops from the sky

Or the sun shines from above

And we feel the warmth of love,

Does not mankind understand?

These are the wonders of His hand.

How the wind stirs the trees

Or lashes out on angry seas

And whips the sand across the dune

Or scurries clouds o’er the moon.

Does not mankind really know?

These are wonders He doth show.

He pulls the shade when there is light

To make the darkness of the night

All our cares and burdens keep

While we rest in blissful sleep

When morn comes, we know someone

Moved the stars, the moon and sun.

If the greatness of this span

Is not enough to convince the man

Let’s ponder on a baby’s birth,

Life and death upon this earth,

Then we surely understand

These are the mysteries from God’s own hand.

by Gladys Parker



Rest in Peace, Grandmama Gladys. I will always love you.

For Wordless Wednesday – Another Baby Picture, sorry!


This photo is for Wordless Wednesday, normally hosted by Dixie over at French Lique, Texas. But Dixie is real busy tendin’ to her okra (how southern, is that, y’all?), so her blog is being hosted for a while by Heather at Simply Joyful Photos. The theme for this week is “Blogger’s Choice”.

Check out more Wordless Wednesday photos here.

random thoughts tuesdays


keely over at unmom does this thing.

you post random thoughts on Tuesday. that’s it.

some random thoughts:

i wonder if anyone will care if  i don’t capitalize anything. i wonder if i should CARE if they care. no. i really shouldn’t care. ok then. no capitals today, y’all. it’s kinda like going with the flow. loosening up. typing therapy. not having a plan. (if you’re reading this, deb, aren’t you proud of me?)

i wonder why jan at planetjan is such a stickler for spelling errors. i mean, why does she care? well ok, i know why. she’s a teacher, and it’s her sworn duty. but her head will explode if she reads this blog entry, i’m sure. (if you’re reading this jan, you know i love you.)

i wonder why some people just don’t get it. really. all they do is constantly gripe and complain about how OTHER people aren’t doing stuff that THEY don’t do!(if you’re reading this, co-worker, sorry, but it’s true, hon.)

have you ever noticed that your first impressions of people are often wrong? i have. it has happened to me at work several times. so many times, someone i really didn’t like (at all) turns out to be one of my dearest  friends, and someone i thought i really liked (a lot) turns out to be a real PITA.

i’m sick sick sick of winter. did i mention that i’m sick of winter?

i’m having my first grandchild, y’all. well, i’m not, but, it feels like it. i hope my son and his girlfriend really are able to have a completely pain-free, wonderfuly glorious, natural childbirth experience at home with their midwife and hypno-doula. i hope nothing bad happens to the baby. i hope the midwife washes her hands. i wish i were more trusting of two twenty-something new parents to make the right decisions about something so important. ( if you’re reading this, son, you know i love you.)

i can’t wait to go and get garlic-garlic wings with my hubby tonight. we are celebrating valentine’s day late. it’s what we do….because we’re always working during all the normal hours and holidays that other people have off. ( if you’re reading this, jeff, you know i love you and i don’t care what day we celebrate. every day with you is a celebration.)

i hope my mother can make her doctor’s appointment tomorrow and not wind up in the hospital again. i wish she would just go to the doctor when she gets sick, like everybody else in the world, and not wait until we have to call 911, miss work (and sleep) to hang out with her in the hospital emergency room, and almost develop an ulcer over worrying about her. ( if you ever get a computer to work long enough to read this mom, AND are able to sit up in a chair long enough to do so, you know i love you, but you drive me crazy!)

i wish doctors would “get it”. maybe, just maybe, when someone comes into the emergency room, having trouble breathing because they have almost NO BLOOD left in their body from having a bleeding hemorrhoid for THREE MONTHS, with a blood pressure of 240/204, needing several, emergency blood transfusions, extensive surgery and constant monitoring they should not be sent home THE DAY AFTER the surgery, with no follow up appointment. especially if this patient is MY MOTHER, who has put off going to a doctor to begin with, until she was at death’s door.(if you’re a doctor, especially a proctologist, reading this, i hope you feel awful.)

it’s a battle, y’all. i mean, normal people would be alarmed if they had not pooped for, oh, TWO WEEKS and were having trouble peeing just a minuscule few drops, feeling so faint they have to be held up to keep from falling over, unable to eat, sleep or get out of the bed, wouldn’t they? i’m just sayin’. (still love ya, mom.)

i wish my brother was normal. i wish HE would go for a physical, too, since he’s lost weight, looks like he’s an AID’s victim and  looks like he’s 75 years old (he’s 46). it’s going to be a 911 party with him, too, i’m afraid. (….nah, my brother’s never going to see this…)

i hate leaving my dog for 12 and 1/2 hours a day, every day that we work. in a perfect world, i would be able to just stay home and hang out with her all day. her life is short, compared to mine, after all. it’s like leaving her for a week. sigh. (hannie, i know you can’t read, but i love you, too. even if the lady at the rottweiler rescue site thinks i’m not qualified to own one of HER special dogs. BITE ME, suzie.)

i’m absolutely thrilled over having a couple of days off. i know i should be grateful to have a job in this horrible economy, but work has gotten to be so stressful that it feels like a war zone. i just want to get under the covers, curl up with my husband, my cat, my rottweiler, my computer and a shaker full of manhattens.

and not worry about my mother. or my brother. or my first grandchild coming into the world without the benefit of a fetal monitor and a nearby staff of trained doctors and nurses. oh yeah, and whether jan’s head is going to stay intact.(jan? jan? are you still with me?)

maybe i should go back and fix all this mess.