Tag Archives: pictures

Melting the Gloom

7 Mar

My boys just picked these.

My heart is as warm as the day.

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It’s Not All Snakes, and Snails, and Puppy-Dog Tails

22 Feb

Don’t worry, I’ve cut them off.

Now, if I could only locate their source of Vim.

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Though I Admire Your Angel Eyes . . .*

8 Feb

If you ever viewed the albums we used to post on facebook in days of yore, you might have noticed an ongoing theme in our pictures.  It is simply called:

nose

As best we can tell the origin is our father, and his genes are certainly strong in some of our children.  Today I present to you the Eight-Year-Old Birthday Nose:

*If you’ve never heard this little Sandra Boynton/Neil Sedaka tune there’s a tiny little sniff, um, I mean snippet over here.

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It Could Be Worse

25 Jan

The baby gate alone was sufficient for the rest of the children.

All I can say is that it’s good we got Pete and Cele as twins and not Pete and RePete.

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Winter Warmth

14 Jan

Winter finally arrived here in Michigan this weekend.  I want to hate it, but it has that snow-globe, brighten-the-gray, picturesque ambiance that is actually melting my heart instead of freezing it over.  This is the kind of snow that makes you understand how Narnia under the rule of the White Witch might have seemed like a good idea at first.

But it wasn’t, remember?  Let us not ignore the main message behind C.S. Lewis’ most beloved work:  Winter is Bad.  Spring is Good.

Okay, so maybe that wasn’t the main message he had in mind, but I don’t think it was accidental either.  In fact I think he was rather on to something with the whole “Always winter and never Christmas” bit.  I would be winter’s biggest fan if the season ended on January 6, too. (That’s right folks, I’m taking one more stab at pointing out to you that the 12 days of Christmas occur after December 25.  I’m relentless like that.)

But it doesn’t.  In fact this year it didn’t even get a good go at whitifying the area until now.  So I suppose I can cut the season a fortnight or so of slack.

But do you hear that, Winter?  I want you out of here by Jan 31.  No exceptions.  In the meantime, thank you for your tree outlining beauty, and your ability to give me an extra day or two home with my husband.  You’re pretty cool.  Which is also what bothers me about you, but I will ignore that as long as I can knit warm wooly goodies, and snuggle into my flannel sheets every night.

So, I bet you’re wondering where I’m going with all this bipolar polar opining?   Here:

Doesn’t she look like the coziest damsel on the block?  That bright red warm-up suit was my Dad’s from his Lutheran High wrestling days.  That’s right, my Mom married a stud, and then she got to nap in his clothes.  It’s one of the most awesome plans to acquire comfy sleepwear I’ve heard to date.

There are so many other things I love about this photo, the lines of the couch, my Dad’s coin collecting jugs on the end table, the bottom of the treble clef sign that Mom made out of some sort of orange rocks.  And that linoleum?!?!  Isn’t that the bee’s knees in floor covering?  What I wouldn’t give to have a little of that under our dining room table.

But most of all, I love that it’s yet another picture of my Mom sleeping.  Lest you get the impression that she is a lazy woman, please know that there is no more busy body in a three county area.  Well, there might be some busybodies, but they’re too busy moving their yappers to keep up with Mom.  She goes, goes, goes all day long.  And then when she sits, she falls asleep.

It happened over bowls of vegetable soup at dinnertime, it happened with every book she ever read us, and it even happened in the middle of bedtime prayers.  The night sleep interrupted her mid-sentence was a favorite, “Dear God, thank you for oh plip . . .

We might have rudely woken her with our laughter after that one, bwe’ve thanked God for Oh Plips many times since.  Oh Plips are a source of joy for our family.

So, as winter wraps it’s blanket of snow tightly around us it’s time to take a lesson from my Mom and go slip into the warmest of my husband’s duds and hibernate.  You should, too.

Oh, excuse me for just a second.

Mom, Mom?  Wake up, Mom!  We’re at the end of the post, it’s time to get up!  Okay?

Goodnight.

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The Picture of Love

11 Jan

There are no two more enchanting smiles in the entire world.

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Can we say cheese?

21 Dec

My children learned everything they know about posing for pictures from Stacy’s children.

At last, something that can’t be blamed on me.

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Brings a tear to my eye.

2 Nov

But it’s just not quite the same.

 

The Creation of a Post, or Today’s Laundry

5 Oct

Did you notice?  Stacy had that clever little icon yesterday for Reality:  Not Just For TV Anymore Tuesdays, and today is the premier of both another icon and a new segment on our blog.

You know how one of the current blogging trends is Wordless Wednesdays?  It’s where smart bloggers and their cameras spend hump day without typing so much as a syllable, and yet send a message, because a picture is worth a thousand words and all that jazz.

Well, Stacy and I are nothing, if not desperate to hitch a ride on the nearest bandwagon, so we thought we’d give it a try.  We soon discovered our propensity to follow trends is only overshadowed only by our inability to keep our mouths shut (or our fingers still, as the case may be.)  So, to bring together our love of tell-all pictures and our tell-more-than-necessary personalities we developed:

1000ish Word Wednesdays

We’ll let the picture say its bit, rumored to be at roughly 100o words, and then we’ll add in a couple more for good measure.  So, are you ready for the first installment?

It’s a bonus day!  TWO PICTURES!!!  That’s like, at least a ton of words, AND one of the pictures is mostly words.  I know!  And you can only assume that I won’t be able to keep my two cents out of it at the end.  Wordless Wednesday?  Whatever.  They’ve got nothin’ on this.

I’m with you, Michelangelo, I much preferred the Bluth version.

Undocumented

19 Aug

Do you notice something missing?

I know there is a trend out there in the Blogosphere to do Wordless Wednesdays, but this one is more of a Pictureless Post.  The past eleven days of our lives run the risk of being completely forgotten. You see, my camera is shot.  It had taken it’s share of sidewalk close-ups in the past, but this last one pushed it right over the edge.  And thus, it entered it’s Magenta Period.

Alright, I know I implied earlier that there were no pictures to show in this post, but I have to let you get a little glimpse of the post-fall artistic stylings of our little Sony Cybershot.

Nice, eh?  Maybe the camera was just trying to send me some message about how I need to look at the world through rose colored glasses, but I wasn’t buying it.  In fact, all I wanted to buy was a new camera.

We’ve been through several point-and-shoots, and after the first one suffered it’s tragic demise in the purse-of-no-return my smart husband began purchasing the extended warranties on them.  We’re not typically “Warranty Folk” but since the pocket that these pocket-sized cameras often gets thrown into is torn, and I haven’t bothered to repair it in three years, it seems a little 24-month insurance policy might be a good idea.  Not to mention the danger these cameras encounter in stroller bins, van cup-holders, and worst of all – the hands of a five-year-old.

This last camera survived our rough and tumble life for two years.  Two years and eight days to be exact.  Yep, 24 months and EIGHT DAYS!  AGH!  So close, and yet 192 hours too far.  In one last-ditch effort we showed the camera to the nice people at the store when we went in to check out new models and do you know what they said?  “Call the 1-800 number.  I’m sure they’ll honor the warranty.”

I could scarcely believe my ears, and was still positive that the response from the help-line would be negative, but guess what?  They honored it.  Amazing.  They didn’t have to do that.  They were in no way obligated to reimburse us for a warranty that was expired.  But, a gift card in the amount that we paid for the camera is currently being sent our way.  And now, I must tell you the name of this store, for they deserve laud and attention for going above and beyond the call of duty in customer service:  OfficeMax.  Shop there.  We will.

So, do you have any great point-and-shoot recommendations?  Remember, they have to be available through OfficeMax.  I’ve done a bit of research, and have the Consumer Reports chart in hand,  but I can’t seem to make up my mind.  I want fast shutter response, image stabilization and good low-light quality photos.  So, do you have a camera that you love, or even hate for these reasons?

And until my gift card arrives, here’s one last photo to remind you why OfficeMax warranties have a permanent place in our life:

A Self-Portrait