Weekly photo challenge – Texture – First thing to mind

Sid is a multi textured being that often inspires me. When I look at the different medium types for the exact same image I find that texture is random. I never thought about it before but it seems to have its way of making its own mark without conscious interaction.

I am tasking myself with making another version of this image and pay specific attention to the texture and see what comes out.

Thanks for the inspiration


How I won my husband

I posted this two years ago but thought it was worth sharing again.

She's Rambling

In 2010 I had a live in boyfriend that was not only a friend from school he was also a social butterfly. He always wanted people around, which wasn’t so bad. I really didn’t invite him to move in, he came for vacation and never left. He ended up throwing a block party and there were probably about 100 people there. It was on my birthday but he didn’t tell anyone that it was my birthday. One of his friends that he invited was my now husband who was also an old school friend that I ran around with all the time but never really got to know him.  He found out it was my birthday and he felt so bad he didn’t bring a present he did all the dishes from the party and cleaned my kitchen. What a wonderful gift.

He started coming over more often and we…

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Just a number I care about

kk Although age is just a number it is a designation on a scale that measures life experiences and the changes that come with them. As a tiny baby we are labeled and placed into categories that correspond to behaviors’ some way and not age. Toddler, kid, pre-teen, tween, teen, young adult, adult or elderly are normally used to group how you act. Me personally I am in my 40’s with a new baby, now I know why 20 year olds have them and 40 year olds are grandparents. I do have more patience and appreciate the special moments I am able to spend with her. My little toddler that I can’t find exactly what age that is but that is what the babycenter.com newsletter keeps telling me, melts my heart. I try to be the free spirit that provokes the old “Act your age”. So it is just a number that measures the steps that got me to the who I am.


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Had my share

Loss is inevitable, live like there’s no tomorrow, so a moment of silence for my losses the last 4 within two months, 50 words is silence for a writer. Dianne M. (mom), Evelyn H. (Mother-in-law), Rosalie O. (grandma), and John & Jason H. (twin sons).

City Planner

It seems that at some point or another most of us get completely infatuated with a place we just happen to visit on our journey through life. It is often a vacation destination such as Disney World that is hands down the place to send a young child into imaginary overload that will last for most of their trip home or at least until they have to take off the ears, or a mini marathon tour of Europe, visiting 20 countries in 10 days where everyone will bring home some trinket to remind them of the crowded bus and tour guide broken record stating “ Take your time quickly” at every stop.

I am the confused one in this category. I want to figure out how to bring my home town with me. When I bought my first house it was one street of newly constructed homes with the location chosen to remain a close distance to an aging relative that wanted to maintain their independence. The neighborhood was a diverse group from the far ends of the spectrum, mostly quiet but respectful. A few years ago we arranged a birthday party and it ended up as a full blown block party, complete with permits to block the street a pig roast and bounce house for the kids. We put fliers on everyone’s door and hoped for the best. Many people that we had seen daily for years but never even spoke to attended with their families. We had ages ranging from 1 to 88 years old and quite a variety of family origins with almost 100 quests. It gave me the opportunity to meet my neighbors. It led to the comeback of the traditional gathering that is all but dead in this day and age. The party lasted well into the early morning but after that we went outside gathered in the street helped one another and found this odd feeling that used to be known as friendly. Just one of those memories that will stay with me forever and maybe even organize it again where ever I end up.

By the way, it was my birthday and I had the chance to get to know my new hubby who cleaned my kitchen for my present because he felt so bad he didn’t get me anything

A little Leopard

Brought to life 43 years ago by the manufacturer of children’s toys I was given to Kimmy when she was born and quickly became her best friend. I could always count on a good hug from Kimmy when she was feeling sad, mad or the huge giggle and smile right before she scooped me up for a squeeze when she was excited usually about something new she had learned or discovered. There was good and bad with the friendship just like so many others. I was always there when she wasn’t feeling well but that usually meant I was the target of whatever was leaking out of her at the time, and who ever said that baby poo doesn’t smell was anosmic. which lead to a trip to the washer and us both being sad about the missing presence of the other for a few hours. The bumps on her noodle, skinned knees, scratches up and down her arms and legs never stopped her from being the curious little girl testing every scenario to find the possible results, how many people can say their best friend bangs their head on everything just to see what will happen?

As she got older and had come in contact with different experiences I went through changes also. The period when I was carried around by my tail with the same hand that sucked her thumb because she could hold the tail in hand and it would not interfere with the thumb.

More time passed and I was more times left behind than taken with her by way of my tag in which she would stick her finger through to leave the rest to accomplish what ever goal she was working on. Her mommy would no longer spend extra time to pick me up for her, She would kick me through the rooms and down the hall until she got to a room with a couch so that she could give me a kick with a little lift so I ended up on the couch and could be picked up with out bending over.

One day I was picked up and put in a glass case where I was by myself for years until one day she got me out just for a few minutes, smiled and put me back behind the glass. More years passed and I ended up in a box but can’t even remember when. This is where I sat tattered year after year, boy did I miss those big hugs.

Bright light shined into the box and I was sent to the washer, no comment needed as to why. After I was dry and smelled clean and fresh I was put into the bed along with about 20 other toys of baby Kate, who had her choice of many new softer toys, chose me and she had that same special hug that I remembered so well, It was just like her mommy’s hugs.  So here I am so glad to be the best friend of another little girl and excited knowing that her adventures will, no doubt be as incredible as they were all those years ago.