We had our Christmas picture professionally taken for the first time. Actually, it was the first time we have had professional photos as a family. Let’s say that we are more of a candid shot kind of crowd. We have taken our own Christmas picture in front of our tree, timer set, someone running, every year, but…
Sundays are Pancake Sunday at our house. It’s really the only day I cook and I’m working on mastering the art of the pancake. We’ve had blueberry pancakes, regular pancakes and this Sunday…buttermilk pancakes. Pancakes are really quite simple, but you need to stick with a basic recipe and don’t mess with it too much.…
I am possibly the most non-photogenic person on the planet. I’m the one that jacks up the group picture by closing my eyes or flashing the psycho smile. When we review photographs from vacations or the dreaded Christmas picture, it’s not uncommon to hear laughs and a few “Oooh, what happened there?” or “Mom, that…
I’ve always liked cops. I’m not just talking about the pulse jumping SWAT guys that frequent my Starbucks. Even when I’m caught speeding, which does happen occasionally, I still like cops. I freely admit when I’ve broken the law and I’ve grown up having a clear understanding between right and wrong. Not that I always…
The photograph on the left is Migrant Mother by Dorthea Lange. It was taken in 1936. The photograph on the right is a publicity shot of Joan Crawford, also taken in 1936. One is a picture of a woman that looks like she works hard, she’s had…
Patience is something I do not have… I am not a patient person and there has been some fallout. I am not a good cook. I cook everything on high and I rush putting the meal together because I do not have patience. My children look at me sometimes like I am a raving lunatic…
I found one of my old journals last night. Below was my entry on January 6, 2005. I am thankful and more aware of just how blessed I am. I am thankful for: The early morning through my half open eyes when I get to sleep in A foot rub right in the arch of…