Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Cliché

You can't judge a book by it's cover...



Look's like a lovely place, no? This wall surrounds a resort called Couples (not sure if it is still called that) in Jamaica. Outside the walls of the resort we witnessed the worst poverty and degradation I have seen in my 39 years of life thus far. The ride from the airport to our resort filled me with horror and sadness (and major motion sickness).


The following is a list of the other participants in this week's Round Robin Photo Challenge. Very interesting topic this week, Kat! Really made me think.


The Kat - From Every Angle
Aunt Nub (AKA Liz) - Aunt Nub's Empty Head
Celeste - My Day and Thoughts
Steven - (sometimes)photoblog
Monica - Mamarazzi
Becky - Where Life Takes You
Gypsy - Gypsy's Journey
Carly - Ellipsis
Alan - F-Stop
Kimberleigh - Life as I live it
Karen - Musings from Mâvarin
Robbie - Robbie's Ruminations
Betty - My Day My Interests
Duane - sotto voce
Nancy - Nancy Luvs Pix
Sharky - Substance; or lack of
Patrick - A Stop At Willoughby
Coy -  Dancing in the Rain
Mary - Alphawoman's Blog
Michael - Confessions of a Mad Man
Derek - Derek's Picture of the Day
Tess - First Digital Photos



This cliché also fit in with the regular journal entry I was contemplating writing today. A few weeks ago I was reading through my day's allotment of journal alerts and I stopped in on one of my journal friends to read what I thought was a standard "Mommy" posting. As I flipped through her uploaded photos I did a triple-take. One of the photos was NOT like the others. She had obviously uploaded it by mistake. My opinion of her rose several notches and I couldn't help but grin.


That woman has a side to her that you NEVER see in her journal. I felt like I was peeping through a keyhole into a part of her life that she doesn't normally share...and I loved it! (Not to mention the fact that she is HOT STUFF, in my humble opinion.) 


So I got to thinking. Most of the journals I read are extremely personal and full of honest and pure emotion. But they are still only a reflection of what the writer WANTS us to see. I may get a certain idea of who that person is (and I feel fairly certain that my impression is accurate) but there is still that X% of what goes on in a person's head that is held back. No one (that I know of) writes 100% of who they are into their journal (including me), and that X% you don't know just may shock and surprise you.


I just love surprises. ;-)


Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Anniversary

Thirteen years of total bliss...



And I would do it all again in a heartbeat. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you baby! Happy Anniversary!


Saturday, June 18, 2005

Daddy

Father's Day is a special day for me. It serves as a reminder that I am one of the luckiest Mommies on the planet.




Happy Father's Day, hun! You and Tyler are the two greatest gifts I have ever received in my life.


Friday, June 17, 2005

Injustice

 


I thought I would share one of my most painful memories from childhood.


 


I still remember the look on his face.


 


This was the moment when I learned just how cruel and unfair the world could be.


 


 ...the injustice.


 


 ...the discrimination.


 


I can still hear the kids taunting him...


 


 


"Silly rabbit! Trix are for KIDS!"


 


I mean really...why couldn't they just give the poor rabbit some cereal?!



edit: Trix commercial for my UK friends. X-Entertainment's Advent Calendar: December 12, 2003! but they don't use the tag line...this one is better... PEZ Central Theatre


Thursday, June 16, 2005

Dad

Weekend Assignment #64: Tell us about a moment with your dad that serves as an example of one of his best qualities.


This is a hard assignment for me. My Dad's "best" qualities such as his need for order, his thirst for knowledge, his head for figures, or his dry sense of humor...all these qualities served to drive me up the wall at various times through my childhood.


He used his need for order (part of his military training) to rule our house with an iron fist.


His thirst for knowledge (he had 3 degrees, was a CPA and a licensed Real Estate Agent); he tried to force the importance of education down my throat at every opportunity. He couldn't stand failure.


His head for figures made him a handy resource for help with my math homework, but if I didn't "get it" fast enough, well, let's just say I was left feeling pretty stupid and worthless much of the time. He did teach me how to write checks and balance my check book. He was also painfully thrifty and it took a great deal of begging and pleading to get him to chip in some cash now and then.


The dry sense of humor? Try being the butt of Dad's jokes for 15 years...he told me he teased me because he loved me. This kind of love I could have done without!


Ultimately, even with his many faults, my Dad was a good provider. We always had a nice roof over our heads, clothes, food on the table, a decent vacation in the summer, and a good education.



And even though he was a big pain in the ass and made it as difficult for me as possible, he always made sure I had a car that was running OK (even if he had to make me feel like he was doing me the biggest favor on the planet first.)


So here is my moment...the day my Dad told me I could "use" his old car when ever I wanted, within reason...and he handed me the keys to his 1967 Honda 600. (See photo below.) That was my first car...well, really it was his, but I got to use it every day. Thanks Dad!



My first...well, not really MY...car.


P.S. A while back someone mentioned that she thought my Dad looked like Mr. Rogers. Well, the fact that he IS Mr. Rogers (literally) is beside the point. He really does look like THE Mr. Rogers, doesn't he? I am thinking they must be distantly related in some way. Tyler says "There's Grampy!" when ever he sees Mr. Rogers on PBS.



P.P.S - The conversation with my Mom over missing out on our visit this week went better than I thought it would. She was whiney but mostly reasonable. I guess Tyler having a high fever was a good enough excuse (whereas my friends' losing husbands and parents wasn't). Now she is pestering me to set a replacement date for our next visit. *sigh*  (Hey Honey? Think you can find a job in Hawaii that starts in the next month or two??)


Monday, June 13, 2005

Red

Your Monday Photo Shoot: Red
My little red guy playing superhero in his Incredibles PJs. I love the mid-bounce shot. Yes, he IS feeling a lot better.

Saturday, June 11, 2005

Sicky

Do you think it's possible to make another person sick just through the power of will?


We have plans to go visit my parents this weekend. Those of you who have been reading my journal for a while know that I have a rather...er...conflicted relationship with my family. I have been deeply dreading this particular visit since the blowup I had with my mother over Mother's Day.


In the wee hours of the morning, Tyler woke up moaning about his stomach and my husband (and his lightening fast reflexes) actually caught the ensuing projectile vomit in his bare hands. Eww...yes, but better than having it land all over the bed or Tyler. How many Dads do you know who are willing to do something that yucky for the sake of their kid? (I love you honey!)


After dealing with the sudden onslaught of illness and coaxing Tyler back to sleep, we all passed out until after 1pm today. Obviously, we were all tired! Upon waking, Tyler's temp was 102. Not good. He is doing a bit better now, since the Motrin started working, but he is complaining about not being able to poop. That is a first for him. He has NEVER been constipated before. Poor kid...today has been one thing after another.


Which brings me back to my original thought.


*sigh*


I am now waiting to hear back from my mother. I left her a message earlier telling her about Tyler's illness. I am not looking forward to this conversation.


Friday, June 10, 2005

Word?

You have to be old enough to remember Abbott and Costello and their Who's on First bit, and too old to REALLY understand computers, to fully appreciate this. For those of us who sometimes get flustered by our computers...


If Bud Abbott and Lou Costello were alive today, their infamous sketch, "Who's on first?" might have turned out something like this:


COSTELLO CALLS TO BUY A COMPUTER FROM ABBOTT


ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?


COSTELLO: Thanks. I'm setting up an office in my den and I'm thinking about buying a computer.


ABBOTT:  Mac?


COSTELLO: No, the name’s Lou.


ABBOTT: Your computer?


COSTELLO: I don't own a computer. I want to buy one.


ABBOTT: Mac?


COSTELLO: I told you, my name's Lou.


ABBOTT: What about Windows?


COSTELLO: Why? Will it get stuffy in here?


ABBOTT: Do you want a computer with Windows?


COSTELLO: I don't know. What will I see when I look at the windows?


ABBOTT:  Wallpaper.


COSTELLO: Never mind the windows. I need a computer and software.


ABBOTT: Software for Windows?


COSTELLO: No. On the computer! I need something I can use to write proposals, track expenses and run my business. What do you have?


ABBOTT: Office.


COSTELLO: Yeah, for my office. Can you recommend anything?


ABBOTT: I just did.


COSTELLO: You just did what?


ABBOTT: Recommend something.


COSTELLO: You recommended something?


ABBOTT: Yes.


COSTELLO: For my office?


ABBOTT: Yes.


COSTELLO: OK, what did you recommend for my office?


ABBOTT:  Office.


COSTELLO: Yes, for my office!


ABBOTT: I recommend Office with Windows.


COSTELLO: I already have an office with windows! OK, let's just say I'm sitting at my computer and I want to type a proposal. What do I need?


ABBOTT: Word.


COSTELLO: What word?


ABBOTT: Word in Office.


COSTELLO: The only word in office is office.


ABBOTT: The Word in Office for Windows.


COSTELLO: Which word in office for windows?


ABBOTT: The Word you get when you click the blue "W".


COSTELLO: I'm going to click your blue "w” if you don't start with some straight answers. OK, forget that. Can I watch movies on the Internet?


ABBOTT: Yes, you want Real One.


COSTELLO: Maybe a real one, maybe a cartoon. What I watch is none of your business. Just tell me what I need!


ABBOTT: Real One.


COSTELLO: If it's a long movie, I also want to watch reels 2, 3 and 4. Can I watch them?


ABBOTT: Of course.


COSTELLO: Great! With what?


ABBOTT: Real One.


COSTELLO: OK, I'm at my computer and I want to watch a movie. What do I do?


ABBOTT: You click the blue  "1".


COSTELLO: I click the blue one what?


ABBOTT: The blue  "1".


COSTELLO: Is that different from the blue w?


ABBOTT: The blue "1" is Real One and the blue "W" is Word.


COSTELLO: What word?


ABBOTT: The Word in Office for Windows.


COSTELLO: But there are three words in  "office for windows"!


ABBOTT: No, just one. But it's the most popular Word in the world.


COSTELLO: It is?


ABBOTT: Yes, but to be fair, there aren't many other Words left. It pretty much wiped out all the other Words out there.


COSTELLO: And that word is real one?


ABBOTT: Real One has nothing to do with Word. Real One isn't even part of Office.


COSTELLO: STOP! Don't start that again. What about financial bookkeeping? You have anything I can track my money with?


ABBOTT: Money.


COSTELLO: That’s right. What do you have?


ABBOTT: Money.


COSTELLO: I need money to track my money?


ABBOTT: It comes bundled with your computer.


COSTELLO: What's bundled with my computer?


ABBOTT: Money.


COSTELLO: Money comes with my computer?


ABBOTT: Yes. No extra charge.


COSTELLO: I get a bundle of money with my computer? How much?


ABBOTT: One copy. 


COSTELLO: Isn't it illegal to copy money?


ABBOTT: Microsoft gave us a license to copy Money.


COSTELLO: They can give you a license to copy money?


ABBOTT: Why not? THEY OWN IT!


(A few days later)


ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?


COSTELLO: How do I turn my computer off?


ABBOTT: Click on  "START"


Thursday, June 09, 2005

Crystal

This week's Round Robin photo entry theme is CRYSTAL.



Is there anything more priceless than the look on a child's face when they discover, for the first time, that they can make rainbows with a faceted crystal?


And just for fun/experimentation, I held the same crystal up to my camera lens to see if I could focus through it. I could! It made a great backdrop for my composite, above.


Details about the Round Robin challenge can be found here. And follow the links below to view other entries in today's challenge (which will all be posted some time today).


The following people have RSVPed:   Steven - (sometimes)photoblog

Aunt Nub - Aunt Nub's Empty Head

Carly - Ellipsis

Alan - F-Stop

Duane - sotto voce

Karen - Musings from Mâvarin

Kat - From Every Angle

Robbie - Robbie's Ruminations

sharky - Substance; or lack of

Monica - Mamarrazzi

Dawn - Dawn's Drivel

Coy - dancing in the Rain

Betty - My Day, My Interests

Celeste - My Day and Thoughts


Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Optimistic?

I got a bit of a surprise today. John IM'd me out of the blue and asked if I had an extra copy of our portfolio on hand.


Huh?!


Apparently, we was having a casual conversation with a female coworker. She is pregnant and he was joking around about raising kids. He mentioned that Tyler was adopted and she was instantly interested in adoption and the process we went through.


John shared details and then mentioned we were currently waiting to adopt baby #2. That is when this co-worker mentioned WHY she was interested. Her 15 year old cousin recently revealed she is pregnant and the family is in a bit of an uproar over what to do.


So brilliant husband provided her with the contact info for our agency (which just happens to be right around the corner from the cousin) so she can get free counseling...AND he gives the co-worker a copy of our portfolio for her cousin to look at and consider (emailed rapidly by me and printed instantly at the office by John).


Whew!


...wouldn't that be something...


It's WAY too soon to go there yet. But I can be cautiously optimistic. Right?


Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Hawaii

Monday Morning Photo Shoot:


I wish I was here -



Whaler's Cove, Kauai Hawaii


Monday, June 06, 2005

Voice

Tyler and I put my new set of scissors to good use today. We did a special project as a surprise for Father's Day. I won't give away any details here...since my husband reads my blog.


Tyler loves the new scissors even more than I do, I think. After we finished the first project, he wanted to make a volcano. No problem! I have loads of construction paper.


The other new toy I was hoping to play more with today is my new Sony digital voice recorder. This thing is about the size of your standard frozen fish stick but holds hours of audio. All I do is talk, plug a USB cable into my PC, and voila...my words are turned into text in my favorite word processing program.


I can just blab on and on and tada...instant journal entry.


Well...not quite. I need to spend some time setting up and configuring my voice recognition software first. According to the manual, it will take an hour to calibrate Dragon Naturally Speaking to recognize my speech patterns. Once I get that set up, the software will take my little digital recordings and translate them into editable text.


I can also use the voice recognition software to control my PC with my voice...open and close programs, save files, browse the internet, etc. Cool beans! If I can just find the time, peace and quiet I need to muddle through all these manuals.


Saturday, June 04, 2005

Out

"I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings. Coming down is the hardest thing..."



The nice man at the table behind us (drinking coffee) gave Tyler two silver half-dollars. Why? No idea. But it was very nice!


Had a lovely day out today. Went with the boys to IHOP for brunch. There is something special about eating breakfast at a time of day other than breakfast time.



We stopped at BJ's (our current warehouse superstore of choice, the Sam's Club membership is currently expired) to check out their prices on monitors. Not great. I got a cool set of specialty scissors tho. There are like 10 different kinds of shears that cut paper in various cool patterns. The feeling I had after buying them was fleetingly familiar......ah yes; the feeling you got as a child buying your new school supplies for the year and Mom let you pick out some fun things like fruit scented markers.


Next stop was Castle Park. Nice park...all cedar with loads of climby goodness. Hot, however. Too much direct sun. Tyler tired of the heat and crowd quickly, so we decided to move the play to our own local lakeside park. Much better. Nice and shady.



Am feeling the urge to cut something with scissors...



The park and Lake Musconetcong are just down the street from our house. I love the view from here.


Thursday, June 02, 2005

Hair

Weekend Assignment #62: Hairstyles from Hell


Hair drama seemed SO much worse when I was younger. These days I don't really care what is done to my hair...as long as it lays flat after I let it air dry. I don't mess with "product" at all. Not even a hair dryer.


High School was another story...I loved my Farrah hair. It took HOURS to get my hair to go the way I wanted it to. Blow dry, a round hair brush, curling iron, mousse...it was quite a production. Once I graduated, I had an entire summer to learn that my hair was a huge pain in the butt as I tried to rush to get ready for work in the morning (I wrote about how I got my cool job right out of high school in another entry).


Since I was going to be starting college in the Fall and I was learning that Farrah hair was not conducive to being on time for work (or early morning classes), I decided it was time for a change. I flipped through all of my teen fashion magazines and found the PERFECT hairstyle. It was a little shorter and much more current (for 1984, that is). It was hip, layered and funky! Plus it looked a lot easier to up-keep.


I took my photo to my Mother's salon (I still didn't have a stylist of my own, but you think I'd have learned after the prom disaster of 1983) and showed the photo to her stylist. "Can you make my hair look like this?"  She said no problem, and started to cut. And cut.  And CUT. 


I watched my hair falling to the floor in alarmingly long sections. "Um...you DO realize the hair in this photo is shoulder length, right?"


"No problem...it's shorter in the back."


I looked at the photo more closely. Uh...no. It sure didn't LOOK shorter in the back to me. When she spun me around to face the mirror I nearly cried.



Pretty bad, eh? (Don't mistake the shadow of my head for hair...the hair ends at my ears.) That is how I looked when I started college. I looked like a BOY. I've never had my hair that short again.  I did ask for highlights once and the girl mistakenly FROSTED my hair to an unnatural shade of white blond tinged with green. That was pretty awful too...but not as bad as this scalp job.