All this time.
I have sat and silently waited.
For the other ball to drop.
I didn't know how or when. How badly or whom.
But I knew it would come, and it would someday drop.
And I knew I would feel something more.
Relief? Bring up old wounds?
But it Would come, and now it has.
I'm so sorry for any who got hurt. I'm so thankful for the future hurt this will now prevent.
(I have just learned that one of the remaining dogs left in the house that was part of pack of dogs in our neighborhood that attacked Matthew last year and tore open his arm and punctured his head, has now attacked again. This time a neighbors dog. This is the 3rd time they have been involved in an incident where their dogs have hurt others. This dog will be gone, I have heard. I am so grateful that it was not a child, and that it could mean that these dogs will finally be gone. I have been sick living next to this. I hope that this is finally what it takes...)
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Don't Call CPS on Me!
This week we have been batting zero in safety class. Above is the result of a underwater collide between Jake and Matt at the pool. Matthew, my brute, doesn't have a mark on him, go figure. Poor Jake looks he has been in a street fight.
I guess Summer felt a bit left out of the whole black eye bit.
Just in time for Preschool graduation, and Disney, she fell off the outside playset onto the wood part underneath. With her face.
Every day it changes new colors. Oh man did she cry. Oh boy, do I have grey hair now.
Summer break doesn't even officially start till next week! Hooowww am I going to make it through alive with these four! Lol...did I just say break!
I guess Summer felt a bit left out of the whole black eye bit.
Just in time for Preschool graduation, and Disney, she fell off the outside playset onto the wood part underneath. With her face.
Every day it changes new colors. Oh man did she cry. Oh boy, do I have grey hair now.
Summer break doesn't even officially start till next week! Hooowww am I going to make it through alive with these four! Lol...did I just say break!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
I'm So Cool I Can Hardly Stand It
On a day where your teenager can tear your self esteem down in a milla-second. (when doesn't that seem to be anymore???) And Now that my house seems to be filling up with many of these WISE, wise souls.... I am getting outnumbered. And pretty battered.
But I'm okay...
I did a little sun therapy, and music therapy in the car.
And THEN, I did a little retail therapy. How silly is it that a simple trip to the grocery store, and a splurge on laterns, can make me feel like I should design for Pottery Barn.
I can make myself smile easy enough. ( they are Solar :)
I think I'll just sit back here and hide..er enjoy my laterns a little longer.... Ahhh..
Friday, May 13, 2011
Photo Class Assignment
This is the one I chose to turn is for our assignment. The main reason it makes me nervous is because the class is going to be critiquing the photos {{anonymously, thank goodness!}} We each have to chose one we like and one we don't of each other's work and following the critiquing guidelines, telling why.
I chose this picture for it's strong leading lines.
Homework this week has been rough trying to learn Fstops and Shutter speeds, Exposure and settings.
I will do this. I can do this. Why MUST this technical stuff be so hard for me!
Gah. One thing at a time. I'm banking on it all coming together!
I chose this picture for it's strong leading lines.
Homework this week has been rough trying to learn Fstops and Shutter speeds, Exposure and settings.
I will do this. I can do this. Why MUST this technical stuff be so hard for me!
Gah. One thing at a time. I'm banking on it all coming together!
Monday, May 9, 2011
We Belong
Many times I've tried to tell you Many times I've cried alone Always I'm surprised how well you Cut my feelings to the bone Don't want to leave you really I've invested too much time To give you up that easy To the doubts that complicate your mind We Belong to the light We Belong to the thunder We Belong to the sound of the words We've both fallen under Whatever we deny or embrace For worse or for better We Belong, We Belong We Belong together Maybe it's a sign of weakness When I don't know what to say Maybe I just wouldn't know What to do with my strength anyway Have we become a habit Do we distort the facts Now there's no looking forward Now there's no turning back When you say Close your eyes and try to sleep now Close your eyes and try to dream Clear your mind and do your best To try and wash the palette clean We can't begin to know it How much we really care I hear your voice inside me I see your face everywhere Still you say ~Pat Benatar |
Friday, May 6, 2011
Tatum's Prom
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Rain
I did NOT take this picture...I got it from the Cincinnati Enquirer.. the online newspaper. But it is just a chance to show you the WET that is here. In Ohio.
This picture sums it up pretty good. Grey. Overwhelming. Cold. This is suppose to be a soccer field. The calender also tells me it is suppose to be May.
It is almost unbelievable as March and April and the weeks go by that it won't get warm! And that it is STILL raining outside. After such a long winter, I think everyone was SO ready for spring that it just makes it even harder for us to digest that it. is. not. happening. quicker.
So here in my diary it is noted...46 degrees. May 3rd. Sweaters and jeans not even close to being packed away yet.
In August I will look back in a humid puddle and laugh at myself. Silly silly Ohio girl.
This picture sums it up pretty good. Grey. Overwhelming. Cold. This is suppose to be a soccer field. The calender also tells me it is suppose to be May.
It is almost unbelievable as March and April and the weeks go by that it won't get warm! And that it is STILL raining outside. After such a long winter, I think everyone was SO ready for spring that it just makes it even harder for us to digest that it. is. not. happening. quicker.
So here in my diary it is noted...46 degrees. May 3rd. Sweaters and jeans not even close to being packed away yet.
In August I will look back in a humid puddle and laugh at myself. Silly silly Ohio girl.
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