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Single tired mom of four. Lover of chocolate and coffee - not necessarily in that order. Lover of Jesus, photographer by trade, Photoshop junkie and crime TV watcher.


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Conversations at Two

February 23, 2008

Project 365 – Day 10

This morning my wee one walked into my office and handed me the dental floss.

“Mommee, can you put dis back in fo me?  I had to yick (lick) it.”

It progressed from there to,

“Momeee, can you get me a caat?”

“A what?”

“A Caat?  Jus a tiny one”

“Oooh a cat.  I’m sorry sweetie but mommy can’t have cats because they make me sneeze and cough.”

“Weaww (well)….you could just go in yo woom.”

“I don’t think that would work out too well, but maybe we can get another small animal for you.”

“Weaww…ok.  How bout a zebwa?”

Now tell me, how could I not feel abundantly blessed?

K-Cups & Non-Skid Footwear

February 22, 2008

Project 365 – Day 9

Meet my coffee.

Unfortunately, this picture of my beloved K-Cups is the closest I’m going to get to my coffee for awhile. That’s right, my stomach is rebelling. The nerve huh ?

I don’t get it. I have always treated it kindly, ok, maybe not always, but mostly. I have never been a heavy coffee drinker, always eaten well and yet here I am in need of a 12 step program to kick the mental coffee habit. Sniff, sniff.

So I have been coffee free for several weeks now, with the exception of a couple of times I fell off the coffee wagon. And I tell you, tea is just not cutting it. I am a coffee girl to my last bone.

Concerned that something may be wrong after trying medication to heal my inflamed stomach lining, I naturally took the next step in trying to determine what ‘s going on in there, which brings me to my little trip to the hospital for an Endoscopy today, but not before the four separate horror stories my well intentioned father and his aide told each other, (with me in the room,) about their Endoscopy experiences, which included, two incidents of awake Endoscopy, one incident of potential surgical removal of the endoscopy scope if done with Laryngitis and the death of my grandfather *by Endoscopy*, when he was choked to death. And to think I wasn’t nervous. Thanks y’all for fixing that.

So here I am doing a little hospital reading. Come on now, did you really think I would go to the hospital and not get pictures of the event? Although I must say, my ex-husband is more of a fanatic with the camera than I am and I had to give him the, “Get that camera out of my face look,” on more than one occasion.

Now, I must say going to the hospital for me is the best vacation ever. You get warmed blankets, you never have to get up to get a drink and they force you to sleep. I can honestly say, that place between sleep and wake, while coming out of sedation, with a nice warm blankie, is where it’s at.

Now if they could only snatch my to-do-list. Hey, the work’s got to get done you know. And by the way, to those of you who love me….why on earth are you letting me walk out the door with hair that looks like this? My hairdresser would drop on the spot.

Jimmy Choo’s, who needs em’? You are viewing the ultimate in new and trendy footwear I tell ya.

And look at that perfect blood pressure, praise God! Now please pass the salt.


Now, I have plenty of other pictures I could share with you of my journey, but my place is behind the camera and, I have come to my limit of horrible pictures of myself I can stand in one day. So I figured I should quickly get right to the creme de’ la creme….drool.


With the exception of the picture of my stomach lining.

Ok, just kidding. Go recover and please…. have a cup for me.

An Apple A Day

February 21, 2008

Project 365 – Day 8

The Mean Face

February 20, 2008

Project 365 – Day 7

Well I amazingly have made it to day 7 without forgetting to post.  Miracles do happen.  And in celebration I am going to cut this post really short and visit some blogs I rarely get to read. 

But first I give you, The Mean Face.  Pretty scary huh?  I bet you won’t sleep tonight.

Wordless Wednesday – Say Ahhh!

Will the Real Photographer Please Stand Up

February 19, 2008

Project 365 – Day 6

There is no greater way to test your skills than to do a Project 365 of your own. I can’t think of a better time to put your skills to the test than in the dead of winter, when all you see is gray sticks shooting heavenward and pounds of road sand under each footstep. With no snowy scenes to warm the cockles of your retinas, a dim, cramped and ordinary as all get out house, that seems to lack even a pinch of inspiration, you will really be put to the test. But…all that being said, I guess that’s partly what this is all about for me. I’m determined to find inspiration and learn this skill even in the midst of the blah’s.

Which incidently, I did not do today.

But…I did take a picture. Not a great picture, but at least I took it. I was unispired and I don’t do well with scenery. I’m a people, object girl, but I will get better if I press on. Or, maybe a wide angle lens would help. Yeah right, dream on moneybags.

If you’re wondering why the water looks so blue, I used my polarizing filter, which worked great with the water, but the sky was a big old flop. I’m pretty darn sure it was bluer when I was there.

Only 359 more to go.

White is Not My Friend

Project 365 – Day 5

I was super thrilled a couple of days back when finding a certain little package in my mailbox. Sweet Debbie Corley wrote to me a couple of weeks ago to tell me she had sent me a book about one woman’s journey through single motherhood, written and signed by her friend Angela Thomas.

So when the package arrived I opened it up and browsed through the first few pages, waiting for a free moment to jump right in and see how much Angela and I had in common, or if there was anything I could glean from this woman who has double the children at home, and can still wear a form fitting white suit. After all, white below the waist is my enemy. In fact, I look fat just standing next to someone wearing white. Certainly, anyone that could have perfectly coiffed hair and don that attire, must be doing something right.

All kidding aside, I can’t wait to read this. It is clear from what I’ve read so far that Angela depends on God in her life of single parenthood and I know I will be inspired. And at the speed things are going around here, I might even have it finished by 2010.