Showing posts from August, 2012


Apparently posts that ramble about your day aren't attention-grabbing and content-rich, like blog posts should be.  I'm filing an official protest...and posting about my day. :)  Here's a list of things I did (or didn't) do today:

1. Didn't go anywhere.

2. Did school all day. Literally. 10am to 9pm.

3. I did school all day because I spent the first half of said school day reading Agatha Christie's Murder on the Orient Express...our curriculum is "doing" the classics.  Book review coming later.

4.  I took a picture of Sadie that I thought was pretty cute.  But my annoying Android device is being incorrigible again and won't let me get the picture on the computer.  Why can't these electronic devices just get along???

5.  I found a really fun new way to do Spanish. :) For all you fellow students who groan every day when it's time for your lesson, groan no more!  Enter YouTube:…


At 5’9” and not quite 100 lbs., I have an interesting time finding jeans.[via]I’m starting to think that weaving palm-frond shorts on a desert island would be a little easier. I have only one pair of jeans from last year that still fits me. They’re not a style I like, and I’ll be needing a couple more pairs shortly. So, when we found ourselves at Kohl’s last night (funny how that happens), we thought I should take a peek at the jeans and see if I could find anything.  This, my friends, is where the saga begins.First I go to the wall of little 1’x1’ cubby holes filled with all sorts of faded, torn, and otherwise butchered denim.  Lo and behold, only two styles greet me: skinny or flare. To clarify, I look like a whittled-down beanpole in skinny jeans. In flare jeans, I look like a concave perm curler.I sigh and throw a pair of non-“distressed” jeans in the basket to try on.  (The torture devices they use on those poor pants is another story…stones? bleach? “distressing?” You’d think th…

Dropping In

Yes, I'm still alive, and will be giving you a proper post soon. :) Life (a.k.a. school) has unexpectedly caught up with me.

Miss R and I had another lovely little photoshoot the other day, so I leave you with this pretty picture (I think she's just the best model!):

Have a blessed day, dear reader!

The Art of the Dog Portrait

Doggie portraits (the photographic, not painted kind) are an art form in themselves.

Oh, Sadie. So photogenic. (Catch the sarcasm there?)  But what bad color. What an an awkward break-your-neck-and-sprain-your-paws pose. What an interesting double-neck-chin-thing. What a nice and blasé half-dead expression.  And what a sheet of blur covers it all.
Suffice it to say, dog portraits are notorious for being prime examples of everything photography is NOT supposed to be.

Ok, not so bad. But too much visible dandruff.  And…eye goop.  Moving on.

Nice whiskers.


Stop shoving your face in the lens, dog!


Sorry. I couldn’t resist.

So tonight I tried to coax Doggie Dear into an impromptu photoshoot with my handy dandy little camera on the back of my Samsung Galaxy Player.

You need to take a posing class.

Here we have another blasé, half-dead expression.  With a touch of poetic distress.

Here, I pretended I was holding a piece of food next to the camera so she would look in the rig…

I promise…

…That I will have an actual post up soon that took me longer than 5 minutes to write.  I’m supposed to (once again) start school in about that same 5 minutes, so I’m afraid you’ll have to be satisfied with these random shots of my life:

Our favorite sugar-free pop. It's wonderful. And incredibly fizzy. The very cool antique lamp I have in my room.  It’s a family heirloom that my children will also enjoy. A few of our wonderful old books. I love old books.  Too bad they can’t talk. Oops, now I have to run. Tune in late for what I think of working out.  Trust me, it ain’t gonna be pretty. (Actually, I just said that because it sounds cool. In reality, I think working out it…wait, that’s for later. Like I said, tune in next time.)  *insert Looney Tunes “b-d-ub-du-b..That’s all, folks!”*

A Tidbit

I have to rush off and get going on school, but this was in my quiet time this morning:“For whoever finds me find life, and obtains favor from the Lord; but he who sins against me wrongs his own soul; all those who hate me love death.”Proverbs 8:35-36This verse is referring to wisdom, which is the subject of this chapter (read it all…it’s good!).  One part stood out to me.  “…He who sins against me…”  Wait—how do you sin against wisdom? Well, I believe it means not utilizing wisdom when you should.  Not asking the Lord for it. Not searching His Word for it. And here’s the second part of the verse: “…[he who sins against me] wrongs his own soul.”  Aaack!!  I don’t want to wrong my soul!  (And I don’t want to find out what wronging does to your soul, either!)Lord, keep Your wisdom and our endless need for it ever before my eyes.

My First Photo Contest Experience, Pt. 1

I'm finally entering a really truly local photo contest!! :) So excited. And the grand prize?  Not much...ONLY a Nikon 1 J1 camera! *dances* The theme is "Butterflies, Bugs & Bees." Here's what I'm entering:

It could have been better, but I think it's good enough for the teen category.  The prints are beautiful.

Speaking of printing, it was amazing where and what all we went through today trying to get this silly little beautiful, meaningful picture printed. The requirement for the contest is a 5x7 matte print.  Easy-peasy, right? Uhhhh. Not quite.

First stop: Our local Wolf Camera.  We drive up and it looks suspiciously empty with a sign on the door. On closer inspection, the sign coolly informs us that they've moved to a new location that is far enough away that we should have brought a picnic lunch.  Ok, nix that idea.

Second stop: Walmart photo center.  Our Walmart is notorious for not having a good selection of anything (you name it, we don't…

In Which I Discuss Bananas.

'Twas the best of bananas. 'Twas the worst of bananas. 'Twas...bananas!!

Ok, I'll stop. 
But really, I have a thing about bananas. 

They have to be perfect for me to eat them. Perfectly ripe, that is.  
When they're a bit green, they taste like that. Young, almost-bananas that need a little more life under their belt, and they're just a little weird.  Like teenagers. 
And when they're over-ripe, they're...over-ripe.  I think I'll stop the analogy there, or things might get ugly.  Anyway. 
Then there's the nice, perfectly ripe banana, sitting there, looking at me enticingly like a big yellow smile. (Doesn't that sound nice?) That is when I really love bananas, and feel like a sun-tanned native sitting under a palm tree wearing a lei around my neck while I eat one. A banana, not a native. Sorry.
I went through a stage where unless I could eat a banana within that 1-2 day window of perfect ripeness, I simply wouldn't eat it, and my poor for…


Happy Monday, everyone! Today starts our second week of school…oh boy. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what I want to do with my life. It’s confusing. First and foremost, I want to be a wife and a mother.  But until that happens, what do I do? I love all of the classic Arts: writing, photography, music, acting.  Right now, we’re looking into the possibility of college classes or a certification program for graphic design, and praying about what God wants me to do with my life. Or more, what He wants to do with my life. My problem is that I’m interested in everything and enjoy it all. Ok, most of it. Not growing stinky micro-organisms in a petri dish. But I like everything else! I am The Girl That Has No Favorites.  :) And that’s pretty confusing when you try to decide what you like best and want pursue. Grr. BUT I did find this verse, and it stuck out to me like never before:“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowle…

Lately, Pt. 2

Now for the second part that I didn’t finish. :)…I haven’t been much of a seamstress thus far. Just haven’t. Sewing is so much more work than knitting or crocheting, and I suffered terribly from a childhood disease known as laziness.But then I found this sew-along on Casey’s blog.  And apparently couldn’t go on with life until I tried it. Since I’m such a devoted lover of vintage, the circle skirt seemed like a pretty easy way to expand my vintage wardrobe and still be doing something [relatively] fun, creative, and non-computer. Until I had to completely pick out the zipper and the left seam, because I sewed the zipper down too low and it completely threw off the hem. Ugh.But. Now I knew how to sew a zipper in (all by my big self, may I add!), so it was no biggie to sew it right back in. *flips hair nonchalantly*Until I finished the waistband and realized the hem was still terribly uneven, on account of having to cut the entire skirt on the bias of the fabric.  Ok, lesson learned: cu…


Lately……I woke up this morning and discovered I apparently bruised my thumb. Weird. And a little bit painful.  But more weird than painful.…We had some dear friends over and I got to take pictures of Miss C. She’s so photogenic and gorgeous:I experimented with my reflector (my first real “shoot” with it!) and Miss R got some arm-work holding it for me. Yeah, it’s pretty big…42” to be exact! And Miss R is so sweet and kind and obliging that she held it for me the entire time. And was unspeakably thankful when I finished, I think. I bet she’s sore today.…We started school on Monday. So far it’s been a little slow getting going, us still with a busy summer schedule. Today is my first real where I do everything I’ll be doing throughout the year. Pray for us…we usually need it. :)…I am reading……*drumroll*……LOTR!! My friends have told me about it for close to ten years now.  I broke down and read The Hobbit when I was 12, but The Fellowship of The Ring reminded me sadly of someone writing …