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| ADVENTURES IN PHOTOGRAPHY
Next week I'm off on an adventure! I am going to participate in a
photography workshop put on by a lovely photo studio a couple of hours
away from home. I'm nervous and excited and frankly:
SCARED. I'm sure it'll be fine but since this is the unknown and
I really am inspired by the photographers at this studio I do worry
that they'll think my work is crap and they'll mock me behind my back.
Hopefully that won't be the case.
So here's a small sampling of what I've been up to on my Xanga hiatus:
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| My older daughter has started kindergarten (as I mentioned in my
previous blog) and I have to say that although I am enjoying the early
morning routine (easier to get things done and actually have a life) I
think that she is going to successfully drive me crazy in her after
school routine.
A typical conversation, one sided on her end. Mind you, this spans all of 5 minutes:
"I'm hungry"
"I'm tired"
"I don't want to nap!"
"I want some jello."
"I don't want that. I want this <fill in the blanks>"
"I need this..."
"The teacher was nice to me..."
"I didn't get in trouble" (she denies trouble which worries me...hehe)
"Where did Lauren get those flowers?"
"Why did you go to the forest preserve without me?"
<insert fit throwing for 2 seconds>
"I want to go to the forest preserve too! Now."
"You told me yesterday that we would go rollerblading today."
And on and on and on.
It's enough to make me want to go to sleep and wake up once the
overactive 5 year old stops. It's not going to happen, is it?
And the hunger. Man oh man, this kid is like an eating
machine! Her stomach is operating 24/7 these days, 24/7, I tell
you.
And it's the Spanish Inquisition around here lately. Between the
3-year old & 5-year old I feel like I'm constantly being pop
quizzed. And there is a definite obsession with death as of
late. In fact, one day at the grocery store my younger daughter
stated to the bagger: "My babcia and dziadek (grandma & grandpa in
Polish) are going to die."
Being that these are my parents and not my on-again off-again evil MIL I was all
when she said that to a perfect stranger. First off, granted the
p's are 84 & 76 years old but they aren't <knock on wood>
suffering any illness <knock on wood>.
So I guess it didn't help that I went to an old, historic graveyard
today to snap some pictures for a photo challenge board I participate
on. I suspect that she will be talking about graveyards (or as my
older daughter calls them: barnyard, hehe) for awhile now.
Anyway, I was so very sad about kindergarten starting. I thought
for sure that I would be crying my fool eye's out and I was so
mistaken. I think she needs to be away from me, to learn and to
socialize and to grow to become, eventually, an independent young
woman. Despite the driving me crazy in the post school day I know
that she is growing up to be a fine young lady and that I know that I'm
proud to be raising a couple of really good kids.
Although they may be sending me to a stress induced early "barn".
<giggle>
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| Oh my! Well over two months.
Does anyone even bother coming to my page anymore? Hmmm...for
those who desire amusement and make the trek to the ghost town known as
my blog I have a bit of a treat for you. Wedding picture circa
1993 from my new scanner. Boy oh boy! I Photoshopped it a
bit to give it more of a new millenium feel. Feel free to mock
the pouffy sleeves.
Oh dear.
So what is new with me?
Hmmm...apparently once I dive into one creative venture (photography) I
shun my other creative ventures (writing). That's ok, I totally
needed to immerse myself in photography. I've gotten quite good
at photo manipulation in Photoshop. My photography skills &
knowledge have improved. I've done a couple of photo shoots for
cash money (nothing earth shattering but nice nonetheless). I'm
taking it slow & easy at this point.
This summer had gone by all too uickly. If you were to ask me
what had happened this summer I'd be hard pressed to say much. My
husband quit his primary job a few weeks ago, he was sorta forced into
it....(long story for another time). It's a bit depressing but
God knows he's found another job already. The only issue is that
benefits cost more and the loss of a differential for working only
weekends is going to make us hurt a bit. For awhile anyway.
My SIL was diagnosed with stage I grade III breast cancer.
Currently she is undergoing chemotherapy and will proceed to radiation
after that only to return back to a round of chemo. I went wig
shopping with her last week, it was really quite depressing.
My neighbor friend, Mary Ann, passed away suddenly at the end of
June. I still feel like we're reeling from that hit. She
was a lovely lady, kind hearted, my girls absolutely loved her.
She is missed.
We have new neighbors (sex in the sideyard girl moved out in
July--THANK GOD). They have 2 little girls. I think they're
as close to happiness in a set of neighbors as we could ask for.
Maddie loves having older girls (7 & 9-years old) to look up
to. Lauren too.
Maddie started kindergarten this past week. Very emotionally
wrenching this past few months has been. Always some sort of
drama going on. Perhaps I do know what I've been doing all
summer, I've been mired down with depressing news & miserable
events. Not all of them, really, Maddie going to kindergarten is
a good thing but it is a bit depressing as how quickly my children are
growing.
Speaking of the "progression of life". Did any of you catch Six
Feet Under's series' finale this past week? I have watched the last 10
minutes over & over & over & over again. Everytime I
do so, I have tears streaming down my face. What a great show.
Wow. So I did have stuff to talk about. Looky that.
<smooches> to my Xangans. I have really missed you and I
promise to become a better Xangan now that the summer is winding down.
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| THE DEER TALE
Sheepish return back to Xanga.
Hi all. I don't even know if I have any subs left as I have been
on a mostly hiatus situation. No reason other than summer
laziness and lack of inspiration towards writing.
I'm getting the business up & running and with my DDs being at the
age of "Mommy I need this...mommy I need that!" I've got a truly
shortened attention span. It's a crime, really.
So what's new? Hmm...several days ago a mother deer dropped off
her baby fawn near us. We were out rollerblading with the kids
and we heard the "Baaaah" sound and we looked and we saw this creature:
Beautiful, isn't she/he?
So little deer makes his/her way over to
the corner area near our front porch/garage. It's north facing so
we assumed that she got overheated in the southernly sun. She sat
there for the greater part of the day.
Later that afternoon we noticed the mama looking for her.
Apparently, according to the forest preserve district of our county,
mother deer often will drop off fawns in areas they don't think a
predator will get to them. So mama's out looking in the backyard
area (my neighbor's yard butts up to ours so althought there is three
houses sharing a sort of common area we have a lot of open space
there). She's looking and looking. Mind you, we never see
deer out during the middle of the day. So I figure she won't find
baby fawn ANYWHERE near where baby fawn is lying down so I run outside
and put the baby down in our side yard between my next door neighbor's
home and mine. Meanwhile my other neighbor spooks mama by opening
her patio door to try to snap a photo so mama deer runs off.
Baby lies there in the common area by herself. I am freaking out
because she's in the sun and not getting up but then again I didn't
want to mover her because I *thought* the mama saw her.
I had to go take a nap (I was working that night) so when I awoke I
didn't see baby fawn in the side yard. I went to work happily,
thinking baby fawn was safe with mama. Worked all night and
excitedly went to my side yard looking to see evidence of baby being
gone (I don't know what I expected). Instead I found baby fawn in
my neighbor's bushes, lying dead, like she'd been there a number of
hours. The wet area on her butt just being eaten (and nastily I
might add) by flies. I forgot to mention that we speculated that
the baby fawn was a newborn because her back end was matted down and
wet in appearance. Now that I look back I think something got to
her and she died from that.
So I was sad. My neighbor had the fawn picked up by ?I don't know
who? somebody who deals with that sort of thing. And I thought
that was that.
Later that afternoon I looked out my patio door and saw:
Mama Deer
She kept going around and around in my
neighbor's back yard. Apparently she had no clue that baby fawn
had moved itself to my yard and then hadn't seen baby when I moved her
to the side yard. She obviously didn't pick up her scent either.
She ran off and came back twice. It broke my heart.
That's it. The deer story. Sad--isn't it?
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| THE DEER TALE
Sheepish return back to Xanga.
Hi all. I don't even know if I have any subs left as I have been
on a mostly hiatus situation. No reason other than summer
laziness and lack of inspiration towards writing.
I'm getting the business up & running and with my DDs being at the
age of "Mommy I need this...mommy I need that!" I've got a truly
shortened attention span. It's a crime, really.
So what's new? Hmm...several days ago a mother deer dropped off
her baby fawn near us. We were out rollerblading with the kids
and we heard the "Baaaah" sound and we looked and we saw this creature:
Beautiful, isn't she/he?
So little deer makes his/her way over to
the corner area near our front porch/garage. It's north facing so
we assumed that she got overheated in the southernly sun. She sat
there for the greater part of the day.
Later that afternoon we noticed the mama looking for her.
Apparently, according to the forest preserve district of our county,
mother deer often will drop off fawns in areas they don't think a
predator will get to them. So mama's out looking in the backyard
area (my neighbor's yard butts up to ours so althought there is three
houses sharing a sort of common area we have a lot of open space
there). She's looking and looking. Mind you, we never see
deer out during the middle of the day. So I figure she won't find
baby fawn ANYWHERE near where baby fawn is lying down so I run outside
and put the baby down in our side yard between my next door neighbor's
home and mine. Meanwhile my other neighbor spooks mama by opening
her patio door to try to snap a photo so mama deer runs off.
Baby lies there in the common area by herself. I am freaking out
because she's in the sun and not getting up but then again I didn't
want to mover her because I *thought* the mama saw her.
I had to go take a nap (I was working that night) so when I awoke I
didn't see baby fawn in the side yard. I went to work happily,
thinking baby fawn was safe with mama. Worked all night and
excitedly went to my side yard looking to see evidence of baby being
gone (I don't know what I expected). Instead I found baby fawn in
my neighbor's bushes, lying dead, like she'd been there a number of
hours. The wet area on her butt just being eaten (and nastily I
might add) by flies. I forgot to mention that we speculated that
the baby fawn was a newborn because her back end was matted down and
wet in appearance. Now that I look back I think something got to
her and she died from that.
So I was sad. My neighbor had the fawn picked up by ?I don't know
who? somebody who deals with that sort of thing. And I thought
that was that.
Later that afternoon I looked out my patio door and saw:
Mama Deer
She kept going around and around in my
neighbor's back yard. Apparently she had no clue that baby fawn
had moved itself to my yard and then hadn't seen baby when I moved her
to the side yard. She obviously didn't pick up her scent either.
She ran off and came back twice. It broke my heart.
That's it. The deer story. Sad--isn't it?
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