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Murphy Brown. Murphy's Law. Whatever it is. The universe is determined to undermine my good intentions. I promise I won't talk about paint for the rest of the year. But just as I'm moving forward on a set course, I find things like this in my mailbox. Yes, Coastal Living magazine smacks me in the face with "Fresh Paint Ideas for every room!" and "Have fun with color! The best ways to brighten

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I'm cracking up at all of your comments on my last post. Here are a few answers to your questions. Yes. Larry is his real name. When he calls he says, "Hi. This is Larry. The Painter." It makes me smile every time because a) he's the only Larry I know, and b) I'd recognize his voice and southern accent anywhere. Larry is exactly 64 years old. I know this because Larry IS my Eldin. What a great

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Happy Valentine's Day! Hope everyone felt the love today. BSD is away right now so our traditional family crab leg dinner has been postponed until Saturday. It's actually a good thing that he's gone since my paint saga continues. I won't bore you with all the details. But it basically consists of... spend all night looking at paint chips. drive to paint store in the morning. get samples. paint

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So it took me two years to pick a paint color. And when I finally pulled the trigger. And left Larry alone to paint the kitchen. I came back home to discover. I hated it. And I had three more gallons of a color that turned out to be minty green. WTF?!? I didn't know what the heck to do. Suck it up and have him continue. Or stop the game. And call a "Do-Over." My stomach was literally in

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Tomorrow is the big day. Larry the painter is coming to transform this place. Only a few more hours left. For me to change my mind. I'm pretty sure the paint store opens before 8:30am. I'm starting with the kitchen. I figured it would be the easiest to prep. I am an idiot. It's now 10pm. And there is still crap everywhere. I thought I was going to throw a few things in some boxes. Move

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Ack! It's that time of year again. The point in the earth's rotation that sets me off kilter. And makes want to change everything in my house. There are so many projects I'd love to do. But BSD. Who is quite handy. Is either not here. Or he's outside sweeping the driveway. And I am left alone with these ideas. Swimming around in my head. Causing me to lose sleep. It doesn't help that that damn

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I know you've all seen most of these photos already, but I am SO STINKIN' proud of myself for completing a whole month of this project. I have tried this for the past two years, and have never made it a full month. Maybe it's true. The third time's a charm. *knocks wood* It's been a lot of work. And I hope, hope, hope that I can keep up the pace. I wish I knew more about layouts because I have no

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Remember this little chickadee? Well today she became an official member of the "egg laying club." As LB calls it. Can you tell that the egg is a blue/green color? We knew Lucy (aka Peep) was an Easter Egger and could lay colored eggs. But there was no guarantee. So we were really jumping for joy when we discovered the extra egg in the nesting box today. And it wasn't brown. We feel like proud

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I took the plunge and signed up for the last photography class in the series I've participated in through the local modern art museum. I really hesitated about this one. It's called "Finding Your Vision." Does anyone else think that sounds totally daunting?! Going into this I knew it included a reception at the end. Kind of like a gallery showing. You have to choose 8-10 photos. Learn how to

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I love living at the beach. I really do. Sitting in our beach chairs, watching the ballerinas play in the ocean, there isn't a beach day that goes by where BSD and I don't turn to each other and say, "How lucky are we?!?!" It's a lifestyle. An easy-going, laid-back way of living. It fits. And I love it. But... every now and then... I miss the snow. I know. Shoot me. I grew up in New York

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I've been a bit MIA this past week. Focusing more on getting my Project 365 off the ground rather than my dear old blog, I'm afraid. That. And trying to organize my "stuff." If you ask BSD, I haven't gotten anywhere on that front. But there is quite the pile ready for the Samaritan house pickup on Wednesday. And later this week I plan to crawl into my closet and not come back out until a good

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 It's the first Ten on Ten of Twenty Twelve. I did it! And I have it posted before midnight. *woot*  Feels good. It was an ordinary Tuesday. No extra activities on Tuesdays so that made it easier to get the pictures taken early and up on the ole blog. I did wind up on TV today, though. So maybe it wasn't that ordinary after all. my 15 minutes of fame. No. The chickens don't live in

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The ballerinas love to watch "Hometown Videos." When they were younger we'd drag out the video camera for every special event. Most of the time, though, we'd either forget to charge the battery. Or the tape would be full. So we probably only have about ten actual videos. Eventually the camera got old. And embarrassing. As newer technology swept us by. And I became more interested in photographing

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It's already January 5th. Way past the new year. Especially by blog standards. But I'm finally getting around to putting my "word of the year" out there into the blogosphere. I've let this party rock on without me for the past two years. And this year I decided not to be a wallflower. Party rock is in the house tonight. I was waffling between two words. But I finally chose one. Create. I

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Last year I was convinced I was allergic to cleaning. So this year I didn't even dare try cleaning up after our New Year's Eve festivities. Yet I still spent the entire first day of the new year in bed. Feeling lousy. After NOT drinking any alcohol on New Year's Eve. Maybe I'm just allergic to New Year's Day? Or staying up past midnight? Or hosting a party? Still not quite sure which of

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On the first day of Christmas, my big hen gave to me.... the first egg that we've been waiting for so anxiously. On the second day of Christmas, my big hen gave to me... a second egg, bigger than the first, yet ever so slightly. On the third day of Christmas, my big hen gave to me... a third egg, as we waited outside the coop impatiently. On the fourth day of Christmas, my big hen gave to

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Actually it's two iPods and an iPhone, if anyone cares to question the photo above. Yes. It was a very Apple Christmas around here. And while this is what it looked like when I tried to crawl into bed on Christmas night, there was a whole lot of unplugged time that went on as well. And since I must have listened to Julie Andrew sing about her raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens at least

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Homecoming 2011 went off without a hitch. After traveling over 7,000 miles, BSD made it home as scheduled. Or at least we hoped it was BSD. We weren't too sure who the crazy-hair, bearded man was who wanted to give us a hug. He was definitely a sight for sore eyes. Or rather. He made our eyes sore at the sight of him. So we drove him straight to the salon for a little a lot of grooming of his

Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01648861548786258875noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483633839255984734.post-3353812763078976252011-12-22T22:39:00.002-05:002011-12-23T12:45:24.809-05:00

Sorry. No 12 inches of fresh powder to report here. Unless you count the layer of baby powder coating my bathroom floor. This is the "other type of grooming" report. AKA yourhusbandiscominghometomorrowafterthreemonths grooming report. Yes. In between the Christmas shopping and tacky holiday sweater party going, I've been doing some grooming. For the past three months, I put off all major

Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01648861548786258875noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483633839255984734.post-13740432098879773402011-12-19T22:44:00.009-05:002011-12-20T10:12:39.830-05:00

My heart seems to be firmly planted in my kitchen this week. In the midst of the holiday hustle bustle, I find myself racing back home each afternoon like a horse to the stable. Content only when I'm chopping and stirring, familiar smells fill the house, and Pandora plays the soundtrack that I didn't even know was in my head.  This morning the temps dipped down into the 20's. So, of course,

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Single digits, baby! We're down to single digits. BSD should be home in less than ten days. And Pandora, played the perfect song for me when I fired her up this afternoon. It's eerie how that station reads my mind. And I'm half expecting BSD to look quite like Art Garfunkel when he arrives. As he has warned me that he has not had a hair cut. Since he left. Three months ago. I think I'll get

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It was time. Time to get back into the kitchen. We've eaten out more meals than I care to admit due to the last two weeks of Nutcracker madness. I needed something homemade. Something healthy. Something simmering. From the Big Red Pot. Chicken stew sounded like just the ticket. Especially when the other ingredients were butternut squash and everyone's favorite superfood...quinoa. Throw in a

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One More Show Left Can't pull it together to post my Ten on Ten tonight. Hate to miss my favorite day of the month. But my eyes are sinking fast. Side Note: Finally got the nerve to sneak my camera on stage with me as I volunteered tonight. Pulled it out during intermission while they warmed up. Snapped about three shots. Turned around. And there sat the professional photographer. Staring right

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MERDE! That's what the ballerinas are supposed to say to each other for luck before a performance. Have you ever heard that word? I have. Plenty of times growing up. As the daughter of a French-speaking mother, that's what she always muttered under her breath when I'd walk back through the door telling her I just missed the bus. So imagine the looks on our faces when my mom and I sat down in the

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"The only thing that separates us from the animals is our ability to accessorize."  Well, if that's true, I must be further down the evolutionary ladder than most because accessorizing is definitely not my strong suit. I love the look of a well-styled outfit or home, but I never trust myself enough to go for it. But yesterday I went for it. While on my weekly pilgrimage to TJMaxx, I wandered

Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01648861548786258875noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483633839255984734.post-58047449008276417592011-11-29T23:52:00.003-05:002011-11-29T23:57:17.490-05:00

I think I've finally recovered from the long weekend flurry of Christmas prep festivities. We were able to cross everything off our to-do list. All that training really paid off. We even managed to squeeze in a little brow maintenance. Both mine and the Big Ballerina's. Yup. BB got her eyebrows waxed for the first time this weekend. She survived. And I'm happy to report. I did too. What is

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Whoohooo! Thanksgiving is finally here. I am so excited! Not because of our traditional Norman Rockwell sit-down-at-the-dining-room-table-with-the-fancy-china-turkey-dinner that I so fondly remember from my childhood. Nope. Because it's officially the start of the Christmas season! I can finally come out of the closet now. Yes. I've been listening to the non-stop Christmas music station for

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A local radio station started playing Christmas music last Friday. And not the happy, jolly, get-in-the-Christmas-spirit music like Jingle Bells. But rather the hard-core carols, the likes of O Holy Night and Hark the Herald Angels Sing. At first I was disgusted. Really? Starting on November 11, we need to start proclaiming and rejoicing? Really? What happened to Veteran's Day? And Thanksgiving?

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Happy Ten on Ten! Today started with the typical school routines. And ended with a little ladies night out. And in between we seem to have done nothing but eat. One of these months I'm going to have to try setting a timer to go off at the same time each hour to record more of the action. Looking forward to peeking in on everyone else's days here. C'mon and join me.

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I had a birthday. On Monday. Shhhh. I didn't turn a year older. I just had some cake. And got a few really fabulous gifts. Don't you just love when someone knows you so well that they can pick out the absolute most perfect gift? That's the kind of birthday this was. My friend, Anne has this killer screen porch. Perfect spot for relaxing after a day at the beach. This summer she added a hand

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Halloween this year was all about the gross and the gore. Gross Boo's. Gorey costumes. Haunted houses. Thriller. The theme song ... a resounding Zombie. It was fun. But I'm over it.  Next year I'm looking forward to bringing shiny, happy people back. I want to feel the love. Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya. Maybe a little Love Shack. You get my drift. Yup. I'm ready for a new soundtrack. Anyone with

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Tonight's the night. They are so excited. They've been planning it for months.  They even learned the Monster Mash and Thriller in class. Crossing our fingers it doesn't rain on their zombie parade. Happy Halloween!

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I know better than to let my fears get the best of me. I know better than to jump on Google when it comes to medical issues. I. know. better. So why do I still do it? I've been trying to figure this one out. Trying to figure out how I went from not thinking much about that ultrasound one minute to believing the worst the next. I usually go into routine health screenings feeling invincible.

Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01648861548786258875noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483633839255984734.post-26439543323898844402011-10-22T22:27:00.009-04:002011-10-24T21:28:49.012-04:00

Sorry to be such a drama mama. I hesitated to even post yesterday, but when something is on my mind I need to get it out. Writing has always been a way to heal for me. I don't like to actually talk about these things. "Oh, by the way, here's my bad news..." Just doesn't feel right. The words get stuck in my throat. And with BSD still gone (along with his single suitcase), and accessible only

Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01648861548786258875noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483633839255984734.post-73104313108833646362011-10-21T15:31:00.003-04:002011-10-21T16:11:53.461-04:00

It's been an emotional week. Had my yearly gyn appointment. Brought up the fact that both of my parents died of cancer. Wonderful, caring, diligent doctor scheduled me for an ultrasound because of this. I didn't think much of it. I peeked at the monitor as the tech marked certain areas. And appeared to be measuring them. I may have even joked about letting me know if she finds a heartbeat while

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It's getting to be that time again. People are starting to think about their Christmas cards. People OTHER than me, that is. I'm more of a last minute kind of girl. So for the past two Sundays I've had the chance to play photographer with my friends' families. Shooting my own family is one thing. But shooting someone else's adds a whole new level of stress. Will they like it? Does my vision

Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01648861548786258875noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483633839255984734.post-13911969488959806732011-10-13T15:10:00.003-04:002011-10-13T18:35:00.480-04:00

Many of you asked me about the book I'm reading.  Queen Bees and Wannabes by Rosalind Wiseman. I have to chuckle.  Here's why... 9am Thursday, October 6th. Phone call with my friend, "M" ends with... M: Hey, I'm going to book club today at 11am. Would you like to come? We're reading Queen Bees & Wannabes. Have you heard of it? Me: Oh yeah! I think I've seen that one! A book club? How fun! But

Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01648861548786258875noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483633839255984734.post-86057670872831373142011-10-10T23:13:00.000-04:002011-10-10T23:13:09.300-04:00

Oh, Ten on Ten. How I love thee. I'm always pleasantly surprised at the end of the day when I look back over my photos. My Ten on Ten days are usually very routine. Very ordinary. But this challenge forces me to pay attention to the little details. Something I wish I was more in tune with every day. Typical Monday here. With the exception of a sick visit to the doctor. Luckily, it was just a

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We were a little late getting our Boo on this October. But it's done. And it was fun. Mostly for the Big Ballerina. Cake decorating is really her thing. Me not so much. She has so much patience for this. Me? One cake pop falls over and I'm ready to throw the whole project in the trash. But BB could do it all day. Who cares if she knows the difference between a Pueblo, a Sioux or an Iroquois? I

Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01648861548786258875noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483633839255984734.post-50843476613475727292011-10-07T22:18:00.000-04:002011-10-07T22:18:46.103-04:00

There's something about this time of the year. All I want to do is eat. I think it's the weather. My body goes into some kind of self-preservation mode. My brain starts sending out the signal to make blubber. "Keep a layer of fat. You need to survive the winter that's headed your way." Maybe I'm part Inuit? The problem? BSD is not here. I have nobody to feed me. I wasn't kidding when I said I

Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01648861548786258875noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483633839255984734.post-89013200779682154172011-10-04T00:30:00.001-04:002011-10-04T08:45:59.859-04:00

I know it's October, but there are still those two summer events that I have yet to document. I really need to get them posted before I can move onto pumpkins and sweaters and boots. If you're completely over swimsuits and sunshine, I apologize upfront for this annoying reminder. This summer BSD resurrected his surf camp. When the neighborhood kids were all younger, BSD took them out in

Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01648861548786258875noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483633839255984734.post-43790590200931150972011-09-28T20:24:00.003-04:002011-09-28T20:30:29.605-04:00

Summer's officially over here. Yes. I know school started almost a month ago. And even though the calendar confirmed this fact last Friday. The weather here has still been in the high 80's. Nope. Summer officially ended here yesterday. When we dropped BSD off at the airport. To go back to work. For the next few .............   So, I'm ridin' solo. If I really sat down and dwelled on it. I'm

Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01648861548786258875noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483633839255984734.post-33247989965401939112011-09-25T15:01:00.002-04:002011-09-25T17:35:16.086-04:00

I'm a New Yorker. Born and raised. And even though I've technically lived in the south longer than I ever lived up north, I'm still a Yankee. Through and through. But slowly, some of these Confederate ways have seeped into my life. More specifically. My kitchen. Growing up, the foods we ate were either sauteed, steamed or simmered. My dad owned every cooking utensil. All-Clad pans in every size.

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I've mentioned many times that BSD makes surfboards. Old news. But the best thing about this hobby of his is his desire to have nice photos of the boards he makes. And since his skillz as a photographer are not as mad as his skillz as a shaper. He comes to moi. And when he does. I make him do things like this... And this... And this... When what he really wants is just a photo like this... or

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Oh yes, she did. And, sadly. Because she did. She bought herself a one-way ticket back to the chicken farm. BSD and I let the chickens out of the coop the morning before school started and we both heard it. It was really quite pathetic. We weren't even sure it was what it was. But it was. We didn't quite know what to do. So we called up our new buddy, Chicken Ronnie. The chicken expert who sold

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We did our fair share of thrifting this summer. Lots of fun finds to share. But one of my favorite scores was a pallet of old fence pickets. I'd been hoping to find some of these for a good long time. Ever since I spied some that were turned into fish. Luckily, BSD is getting pretty darn handy with the woodworking tools these days. And he was able to make these....   From these... Well...not all

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Summer's over. I can't believe it! The first day of school went off without a hitch. The Little Ballerina came home with two tickets for good behavior. She needs five to buy some stickers from the Treasure Chest. Hopefully she'll earn the rest before the end of the year. The Big Ballerina survived her very first day of middle school. She found her way around the campus to each of her classes.

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I'm so far behind on this blogging gig. It's really quite depressing. There are so many memories I want to be sure to preserve here, but I can't find the time to do it the way I want to. Once the ballerinas go back to school, hopefully, I'll get a chance to sit down and record them. But, thank you to those of you who checked in to see that we were ok after the "big" hurricane. Yes. We survived

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I graduated from the University of Vermont. With a Bachelor of Science. From the school of agriculture. I was even inducted into Alpha Zeta. The agricultural honor society. Yet during my four years there. I never sowed a single seed. Nor handled an actual animal. Unless you count a hairy frat boy or two. After a night of quarters. Heck, I didn't even have a plant in my dorm room. I wasn't a

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hall.  Yup, we can now add pool to the list of important life skills we've taught the ballerinas. (Ranking high on the list. Right behind darts.)  And as expected. LB was much more comfortable in this setting than her big sister. But luckily, she still thinks this gumball machine is filled with glow-in-the-dark, super balls. But, I'm sure it won't be long til she figures out why her quarter

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I've mentioned before that BSD was born in Hawaii. Of two haoles. Whom I'm not sure can even swim. Yet in his mind. This is BSD's family. When we were dating. And relatively young. And living on the North Shore. BSD never missed a paddleboard race. He'd see that race posted on the bulletin board at Foodland and he was always the first one to turn in his registration form. The opportunity to

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Thank you to all of you who have commented on my new header. It kind of freaks me out when I log on and see that giant billboard of "myself." But I think it's tons of fun. One of these days I'm going to get a new layout that includes a less obtrusive header. For now though we're all stuck with the super-size meal deal. Now I can't take all the credit for the header. Actually I can only take a

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It's Ten on Ten. August 2011 edition. Temps still hovering around the 100 degree mark. But we're busy at work on the backyard beautification project. So we spend the majority of our days dripping sweat. And taking multiple showers. Will post about our exciting projects soon. For now it's all I can do to get these 10 photos up. And my head down on my pillow. Night peeps.

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Fish tacos are a main staple at our house. BSD grew up in southern California eating them regularly at John's Fish Market in Dana Point. Or heading over the border into Mexico for some 'real deal' tacos de pescado straight from the street vendors. When we lived in San Diego we made our share of border runs for some lobster tacos in Puerto Nuevo. Complete with handmade tortillas. And the best

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I love surprises. I love to plan them and pull them off. Watching the recipient's reaction is always such a high. I always loved conspiring with my mom to show up on my grandmother's doorstep, in New York, unannounced. The shock on her face always made me giddy. And I loved hearing her repeat, "I vuz so soooprised," over and over. My grandmother is now in her 90's. BSD finally talked me into

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Fifteen years. Fifteen years ago BSD and I said, "I do" at sunset on our favorite beach. In Hawaii.  It was a tiny ceremony. We made all our own food. We even baked the cake. And when we noticed the big gaps between the tiers, we decorated it with poisonous plumeria from our yard.  Luckily, no one died. Fifteen years later. We are still hanging around the beach. In Virginia. Minus one uber

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Getting ready this morning, BB was watching one of the morning news programs. On popped a segment about a new Lifetime series. Dance Moms. I had to stop and watch for a second.   Oh, baby. I cannot wait to pop a big bowl of popcorn, grab a diet coke, and prepare to be entertained. I'm picturing Toddlers and Tiaras in jazz shoes.   Now, let's be clear. My girls aren't competitive dancers. They

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I'm still alive. Couldn't let Ten on Ten pass me by. Hoping it will be the kick start I need to restart my blogging motor.   Ten on Ten. Ten pictures over ten hours on the tenth of the month. I have to admit. I cheated a wee little bit. The last few pictures were taken during the same hour. I couldn't resist. They were so much more exciting. Does it seem like Ten on Ten often falls on a Sunday

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My blogging mojo seems to have gone on summer vacation along with the ballerinas. It's been forever since I've posted. Or sat down and shared a cup of tea with my favorite cyber friends. Not really sure what the cause is. I'm guessing it's a combination of BSD still being gone. The ballerinas being home 24/7. Being out and about from morning til night. And when we do find ourselves at home the

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157 out of 180. That's how many behavior stickers the Little Ballerina earned this year in first grade. That's an 87%. B+. Not too shabby. I'll take it. An excerpt from her sticker book. Or bible. This thing ruled her life this year. It determined whether or not she had dessert. A special treat at the end of the week. A play date. The ability to attend a birthday party. Whatever the

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Summer has finally begun! Friday was the last day of school. And the last day of elementary school for the big ballerina. Yes. BB is "moving on up" as the keynote speaker called it. And, as her parents, "we're cheering you on." Keynote speaker? Fifth grade? huh? I was completely blown away when I looked over the program and saw that there would be a keynote speaker. Annoyed actually, if I'm

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She rocks in the tree tops all day long Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing her song All the ballerinas on our little street Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet... On Friday it looked like this... By Saturday it looked like this... Today it looks like this... Rockin' robin, tweet tweet tweet Rockin' robin' tweet tweetly-tweet Go rockin' robin 'Cause we can't wait for your babes to take

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I'm wiped! What a looooonnnggg day. I almost didn't do Ten on Ten this month. I was too busy running around willie nillie. Between the ballerinas' field day, lugging a quiver of BSD's surfboards back and forth to the school for BB's 5th grade beach bash in the late afternoon, and LB's recital dress rehearsal this evening, I was hard pressed to remember to take a picture every hour. But I made

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Our last assignment for our photo class was to turn the portrait assignment inward. Apply the same questions to ourselves and create a self portrait that spoke of who we are. Or not. We were to consider these questions... How do you see yourself? How do you want others to see you? Would you tell us the truth or try to make us believe something else? You are allowed to use some photoshop magic

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Do you know about the clearance racks in the garden section of Lowe's? It's like the TJMaxx of the plant world. Anything that's past season gets sent to the clearance section. Yes. Some of the plants are really better left for the compost heap. But others are simply done blooming for the season, and the store needs the space for the next season's stock. So...plants that would cost you upwards

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Driving home from the gym this morning I spotted these bad boys near the curb. Technically, they were still on this person's property. But they looked like they were meant for the dump. The family was moving out. There was very little left on the property except for a mop and some trash bags on the porch. I was perplexed. I pulled into the driveway and knocked on the door. Nobody answered. I

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I want to thank everyone for your input on my portraits. It was so fun to read everyone's thoughts and opinions. I really appreciate that you shared. It was like having you all in class with me. After reading the comments and taking these pictures I learned quite a bit. About photography. About perception. And about myself. I learned... • I've always tried so hard to take pictures that do not

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Turned in my photo assignment. We were given two weeks take a portrait of someone. But it couldn't just be a pretty picture of someone. And it couldn't be a family member. The directions were... "When you are taking your portraits I want you to think about the person that you are photographing. Ask them, as well as yourself, what defines them. Is it their job, where they live, their hobbies,

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  HER! Just a sneak peek. This picture is for my photo class. More about that later. But when I sent the pictures I took of her to BSD for his advice on which one to choose. He suddenly decided he wants to give up surfing. And join my gym. How strange is that?!?!?

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I went on a first date today. I was excited. And nervous. Would I like my date? Would my date like me? All those first date jitters were alive and kicking. Unfortunately, I didn't have a chance to get dolled up for our date. I was in the middle of doing laundry. And cleaning hamster cages when I got the call. "I have an hour and a half break. Let's just hop in our cars and drive til we meet!"

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This is the second year we're trying out the Square Foot Gardening method. Last year the veggies grew like gangbusters. We had so much fun with it. Until the plague hit. See that cute little green guy up there? I always thought they were good bugs. Turns out they're just buggers. They annihilated my garden last year. And I let them. Because I had no idea what they were capable of. This year

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It never fails. As soon as BSD leaves, something breaks. Something important. Something we can't live without. Our hot water heater has always been a temperamental bitch. She lives in the attic. Which she hates. Every time it gets unbearably hot, she turns off her pilot light. So we bought her a fan. A big-ass fan. A fan that turns on automatically when it gets hot. And vents out through the

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May 10, 2011. Ten on Ten. Definitely not a day that I'm super excited to record in our family history book. But...it is what it is. BSD left for work today. He'll be gone...a while. The last day we're together is either absolutely wonderful or completely lousy. This one goes down in the lousy column. We were both on edge. There's a "hurry up let's get this started already so it can be over"

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Mother's Day rocked.  From the breakfast in bed served by the cutest ballerinas. (They actually managed to toast the toast this year. And add my flax seed. Major props, girls.)   I love this picture of BB because her dress is too small. And her boots are too big. So symbolic of this stage in her life right now. To the sweet art projects and homemade cards.  To the handmade bead necklace that

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My homework got done. It was even done by Wednesday afternoon. And I was able to see Water for Elephants that evening. So glad too because the movie was gooooodddd. It was two hours long. And I never once looked at my watch. That is how I rate a movie. The imagery and costuming alone kept me enthralled. On Wednesday afternoon, the teacher emailed saying "extra credit" if you turn your photos

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My photography class started last week. The syllabus looks great. Lots of things on there that I want to learn. And a plan to go out together to shoot during the Golden Hour. Looking forward to that in a big way. So...assignment #1 is due on Thursday. It's Tuesday. And I just started. I told you I was good at procrastinating. I guess Tuesday night is better than Wednesday night. Right?

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It's been a few months since I posted a monthly family photo. I don't really have a good excuse for missing some months. Except that BSD is in/out, in/out. And my whole family now runs whenever I pull out the camera. I managed to corner them all. Literally. For a brief moment over Spring Break. We were on a picnic in the state park. Camped out at the end of a small bridge to nowhere. They had no

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The totally fab, totally retro, Cat in the Hat fishbowl is up and running. Thanks to Dani and Karina for all their helpful advice. We decided on a beta.  Because he was just too cool. All blue and fringe-y looking. His funk factor was the perfect match. For the perfect bowl. Meet George. The ballerinas and I went through a lot of names before finally deciding on George. I wanted to name him

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"This was the BEST day EVER!" The ballerinas say this all the time. Something as simple as getting an ice cream from the ice cream man can move them to utter the favorite phrase. I love that about them! What I don't love is the constant bickering. The two of them rarely get along. Rarely. I'm not kidding. Enter Spring Break. One whole week of both of them at home. Together. For one whole week.

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We're on Spring Break this week. Since we already took our ski trip in March we're just hanging out at home. Enjoying some of the local attractions. On Wednesday, it was a trip to the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts to see the Picasso exhibit with some friends. The ballerinas weren't overly excited about the idea of looking at art for the day. So I loaded up my big orange handbag with three

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So the other day I was loooonnngggg overdue for a brow wax. The months of plucking at the strays here and there had turned two nice arches into more of the Golden Arches. Not. a. pretty. sight. I had no choice but to go to my appointment with the Big Ballerina in tow. Now my brows were bad, but BB's got some serious caterpillars living on her face. It's not something I usually take notice of,

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Last year I took a beginning photography class at the local art center. It was a great class, and I'm really excited that the teacher will now be offering two more levels of the course. The Intermediate class finally starts at the end of this month. I'm so excited! This class will focus on off-camera flash, custom white balance and shooting in RAW, as well as continuing to explore aspects of

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Lazy, daisy Sunday. Felt good after a long week to do a whole lotta nothing. Doesn't make for a very exciting blog post. Hopefully, the pictures will make up for it.  And in case they don't. I'll leave you with this. GO SEE Soul Surfer! Take your kids. Bring a box of tissues. Prepare to be inspired. Ten on Ten. Take a picture every hour over ten hours on the tenth of the month. See more

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Or an 8-Track player. Or maybe even a VCR. The ballerinas had no idea what it was. And I was shocked. The ballerinas notice e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. I thought for sure they were going to jump up and down begging me to race over to the pet store when they saw it. Instead it sat on the kitchen counter all day. Unnoticed. Unremarkable. unbelievable. I've been thrifting these past few days. Came home

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The weather here is all wack-a-doodle these days. Eighty degrees and sunny one day. Fifty and rainy the next. Shorts and tank tops on Monday. Sweaters and wellies by Thursday. Makes for way too much laundry. And too much laundry makes me tired. All that laundry kicked my butt. I just couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. Good thing it was one of those rainy days today. So I was able to catch

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Today is the Big Ballerina's birthday. Eleven. Two more years and she'll be a teenager. Scary stuff. We were teasing her this morning that eleven years ago today we brought her home from the store. PetSmart. Found her in the monkey section. Because of her big gangly feet. She was on sale. Because she had no hair. What good is a monkey without hair? Luckily the girl is a good sport. And she

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Joy of Luck assignment today? Green. Took this one to the extreme. Green is actually my favorite color, but this photo makes me kind of queasy. It definitely looks like we threw up all over ourselves. Today we ran the Shamrock 8k race. My sister is funny. Growing up she was the anti-exerciser. She did nothing athletic. Made fun of anyone who ran. Fast forward many years. She is now a "runner." So

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I'm back! I am so excited that Willette is offering another free class this month. The Joy of Luck. This one is a quickie. About a week or so. Anyone care to join me? Today's assignment was "Gift." Something in your life that you are so lucky to have. That you take for granted. At first I was going to photograph gummy vitamins. Because I am so grateful that those are the strongest drugs anyone

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March. In like a lion. Out like a lamb. That's how this month goes in our household. Not talking about the weather. But the pace. The first week was swallowed up whole by the Big Ballerina's Sleeping Beauty ballet. Sewing. Rehearsing. Performing. The second week gets devoured by a Rocky Mountain high. Skiing. Skating. Swimming. Swigging. LB turns seven on the 11th. BB turns 11 on the 23rd. And

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  I wish this post was a reminiscence of a drunken college night. I would much rather be posting a picture of me walking back to my dorm wearing the same clothes I had on the night before. Instead it's a different fall from grace. A dose of reality. Today the Little Ballerina got suspended from the bus for the day. It seems she spit at someone. I have no idea why she would do something like this

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Where. The Joy of Love assignment today is Where. Where were you when your heart became his. This was so easy for me. I know exactly where.... Hawaii. O'ahu. The North Shore. The Shark Shack. On his bed. Just BSD. Me. And my friend Sheryl. Not Crow. Although I think she and I could be great friends. Unfortunately, we couldn't get to Hawaii today. Or the North Shore. Or the Shark Shack. So our

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The Joy of Love class is winding down. I would love to go back and make sure I hit each day's assignments, but I doubt that is going to happen. I do have grand ideas for a few of the ones I've missed. But they require warm weather. And members of my family to be home. And willing participants. Three attributes that rarely go together. OK...so today's assignment was portraits. Close up.

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The Joy of Love assignment today is to photograph hands. Doing something you love. BSD and I used to play darts all the time while we were dating. I think we knew where every dart board was located on O'ahu.  We used to especially love to play darts at the Sugar Bar on the North Shore. The Sugar Bar was a biker bar. A dive bar. With cheap beers. Sketchy patrons. And darts.  Our favorite

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We had a bit of a scare on Saturday. The weather reports kept warning that the high winds combined with the dryness made for prime wildfire conditions. And sure enough. As we were hanging out in our front yard Saturday morning we saw the smoke. We thought nothing of it at first. But then it was getting thicker. And darker. And closer. Everyone went to go check it out. The Big Ballerina came back

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  I'm still high on love this month. Even though I've fallen pitifully behind on my Joy of Love assignments. There are still, what, 12 more days in February? Still plenty of assignments left to photograph. I'm going to squeeze out every last ounce of the pink, the red, the frills and the ruffles. We had our special family Valentine's celebration. It was fantabulous. If I can get my act

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Today was the day. The tunics were due. At least the dawn's early light was welcoming.  I had three sleeves left to set. I couldn't finish them last night. I was too tired. Plus, LB was at a party. BSD was at work. Leaving the Big Ballerina and I free for a dinner date. Just the two of us. This never happens. Three guesses where we went. And the first two don't count. Did I get them done? It's

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February 10, 2011. Ten on Ten. BSD's birthday. Minus BSD. Snow day. Plus two ballerinas. Equals one LOOONNGG day.

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BSD is the best gift giver. Not only is he extremely generous, but he puts so much effort into finding the perfect gift. And then he presents it in a special way. I remember one Valentine's Day after a romantic dinner, our server presented me with a little robin's egg blue box with a white ribbon. Yep, a coveted Tiffany's box. Inside was a gold heart locket. The locket now holds a picture of each

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It seems like everyone has a talent. Something they're naturally good at. Maybe it's singing, or swimming, or selling. Everyone has "their thing." Right? So how come I don't have a "thing?" I like a lot of "things." I ping around from "thing" to "thing." But nothing seems to stick. There isn't one "thing" that grabs me and holds on. Hence, the title of this blog. One of the "things" I like to

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One week down. I'm still cookin' on the Joy of Love assignments. I skipped Friday's assignment because I want to wait until BSD returns for that one. But Saturday's was "The Ones They Love." This was very easy for both of the ballerinas. Meet Bunny. Bunny was given to the Big Ballerina when she was born by my mom's boss. Out of all the stuffed animals BB had, Bunny was the one she latched onto.

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