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life revisited

July 18, 2008 – 6:25 am

So, Things have been poppin onthe photography end. If you looked at my blog in the last few weeks you would think I STAY behind a camera, and I do, but I get alot of life lived around that part too. And while I love the big images, I think sometimes I need to post in my way. So when I’m talking about my life my posts will look more like - well, my posts. Rather than showcases for the images, I’ll showcase a few by  putting them in the same format that I did before with the thumbnails at the end of the post. So hover and click to see a bigger picture. **Okay that little feature isn’t working and I can’t get to my home pc for uploading to fix til tomorrow.. be a dear and test it for me during Saturday morning cartoons please? Is that okay with everyone? yes? great. Kthanks!

poetry (2 of 4)Bri is standing on her own as of this past Sunday. She was sitting with my poet friend and she just let go and Bri stood there until we started clapping and she decided to clap too and that threw off her balance.  I did go to a poetry reading last weekend. Good friend Sheba came through to grace my couch and brought a friend Georiga ME from Atlanta, who is such a personality.

We spent a fair amount of time with Miss Georgia as her plane was canceled and that resulted in an extra day and night with us. She didn’t seem to mind. I enjoyed her work, and as I work on making my way back into poetry as a hobby It was refreshing to talk to her, and I will probably mark our conversations in my reasons why I decided to come back.

I also got to meet one Mister Kevin Sandbloom. Can I just say, Oh my. That man has vocals that made me stop and turn around to find out if he was actually singing or if I was gonna find an angels or doves sitting in his stead. He was geninuely a nice guy as well which is refreshing for such a talented person. Its a flat out DAMN SHAME that man doesn’t have a record deal.

Miss Sheba did her damn thing as well. I only see her when she comes to town for poetry shows. Her visits are so few and far between. Sometimes I am disapointed that we don’t see each other outside of her gigs. But shes got a house too so I am planning to go visit her in ATL later this summer. And I’ll sleep on her SUPERSTAR FUTON, Sheba do you even HAVE a suserstar futon? Cammy, Sheba and Georgia had the most interesting visit. Cammy is a girls girl. So while they were getting ready, Cammy was hovering, totally enchanted by Sheba’s bangles and Georgia’s makeup bag, as they are DIVA’s they have all the tools to enchant a budding four year old girl.

It was refreshing to TALK to adults whose ideals I didn’t already know, who I don’t necessarily agree with, who I respect and who can take an actual discussion. (Thank you Georgia.) ANd the level of local poetry at the event was suprisingly strong. And I am looking forward to going back outside more often. Wish I could go this Friday, alas I have a photography event I must attend, so next week for sure.

Jerry’s picked up a new weekday hobby that he really enjoys, I am not going to elaborate as I am trying to force him to blog about it. He sucks worse than I do at blogging. Although he is certianly holding up his end of our e-lationship he sent me this, and I think I am totally geeking on it. I have always loved NPH, and this just makes me remember WHY I love him, and now my husband loves him, and I’m okay with that.

I will blog more in the very near future. I have alot more sessions to put up, and lots of life to catch up on.

Life is a verb -its not meant to be something that happens to you, its something you do. “Why not?” is a perfectly good life Strategy!  

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Part II You’ve Got Male

May 7, 2008 – 10:45 am

We woke up Sunday morning and Bri and I were watching food network as we do sometimes, and when Jerry and Cammy came down to join us they decided that the Orange Cranberry Scones Barefoot Contessa was making on TV would be a good thing, and they were right.

After a quick trip to the grocery Cammy and I whipped up a double batch pretty quick, and froze some of them for later. She was extra helpful, she did a great job mixing the icing for drizzle, cutting heart shaped scones, and after I made some bacon and OJ she was pretty happy with her morning. Not quite waffles, but close. We had a lazy kinda morning, with breakfast not actually happening til

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Weekend Pleasure Seekers Pt I

May 7, 2008 – 10:12 am

It was a long lazy weekend – designed to make the hubby happy, and apparently it was a rousing success. Thus this will be a long lazy post.. broken into parts each posted through out the day… And I still hvaen’t finished my pictures, I forgot all of my editing software is on the laptop I gave my mom and I don’t get it back til tomorrow so - this will be the last week of light picture posting. tis the price of loving your mother.

Anywho.

Friday we hung light – put Cam down at a decent hour. Then my girls came and kidnapped me with and Bri, who seems to have some ‘mommy’s gonna go have some fun’ radar and wakes up EVERY time I get ready to go have a good time- so we took her with for some late night Cocktails and appetizers at Cheesecake factory. Yes I am the chick who walks into the restaurant at 11 p.m with an infant for drinks.

Jerry was tired so he was asleep before

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Charles Lattier - son of John

April 9, 2008 – 11:14 am

I have always been a loyal person. I don’t discard people easily and even when people fade into parts of my world not oftenly visited I am apt to watch out for them and listen for tid bits of their life - and am glad to hear good things for them.

Sometimes the tid bits are not what I wanted for them at all.

When I was freshly home from college, living with my parents was not exactly an option I wanted to entertain. So at the urging of my then boyfriend, and my very close friends Curtis and Val, and lots of other people I got an apartment with my boy John. He was like a brother to me and he annoyed me like a brother as well. He left the bathroom a total mess and he sucked at doin the dishes (I say that like I was mrs clean. Um. No.) but he was my brother. I loved him as such. I truly did.

We had a falling out. I don’t remember the details I do however remember that two random guys told me the things that killed it over dinner at Applebee’s (I was young I ate at applebees sue me) when they found out I was his roommate were totally surprised because I wasn’t all the things that John had apprently told them I was a week earlier, when they met him with other people I knew, that hurt me alot. I never explained why I moved out. I just did. Packed that night and left. terminated the lease. Paid the bills and moved home.
When I saw him again some years later - none of that really seemed to matter. We talked about what was up with us, he said he had kids, we talked about his son Charles, life in general, hugged exchanged numbers and email,and went about our lives.
The next time I saw him he looked tired - He said his son had be diagnosed with Cancer. But had beat it, he was excited he was telling me what they had planned for him. I was releived. Over the next few years I would google his name every now and again and find a tid bit here or there. We’d bump into each other now and again. I even met his son last year when Cammy first applied to the school she’ll be attending in the fall. He was there with Johns mom doing a visit, they were applying too. My mom mentioned a few months back that her job was doin a fundraiser for the boy - the cancer had come back. I never saw the news stories, never saw the paper write ups. I thought he’d beat it again.
I tried to find his info last month to see if he’d gotten in to the school too, I just assumed he HAD beat it again. Had no luck - hoped I’d see him at an open house, or on the first day of school. Thought how cool it would be to see someone I went to school with dropping his kid off too.
But I got a text today saying that Charles died on Monday.
His visitation is on my birthday. I’ll be going. I had no planson my birthday - this is not how I wanted to spend it - but I cannot not go and honor his life. Tell his parents how sorry I am, and show John I am still here if he needs me.
hug your kids today. Charles was five years old. My kid is three. Hug your kid everyday like you don’t know what will be in two years. Like you don’t know what will be tomorrow.

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Happy Monday

March 10, 2008 – 4:31 pm

So this weekend was a score on so many levels, most particularly Sunday.

Weekend lesson learned: even kids need a date night.

What do you mean Raquita?

Oh dear internets let me explain.

imgp5501Since the introduction of dear Miss Bri, who in the previous post picture was eating a lovely Gnome, she has, by necessity taken Cammys place as the automatic sidekick to mommy. When I have to go somewhere, and I’ll be gone for more than say two hours, Bri typically must come with, as she requires my body for meals. Which means either Cammy must stay with her father or She must share what used to be her one on one

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moment of pause

December 12, 2007 – 11:05 am

Most of the people who read here, read over at Mamalouges too, but some of you, I know, do not..

I wish you could see the pauses between sentences here.

They are long. Because, internets I just don’t know what to say.

Shut up, Spoken, I know it’s rare.

Kim-, a fellow Stlblogger brethren(is that how you spell it) has suffered the most major loss anyone cold possibly face, especially at the holidays. And my whole soul bleeds for her. It took a whole day for it to really sink in, that her light will never shine quite as bright, her days will never look quite the same ever again. And I would give anything to make it not so. I really, really would.

Hold your children extra tight when you touch them again. When you let them go make sure you tell them how much you love them. Make everyday count with them. Everyday. Every minute.

Know you are blessed even if that blessing is taken away.

It is times like these that make me pause in my walk with the Lord, and ask the questions I know he will not answer. I feel anger, and sorrow and fear, and sadness, and so many other things.

I want to go home and kiss my babies now. I do not want to let them out of my site. That movie with Brendan Fraiser in it the one wherethey live in a bomb shelter - doesn’t’ seem so bad.

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yodeling in the valley

November 12, 2007 – 12:56 am

yeah - thats gonna get me some google hits don’t cha think?

We got on the subject of yodeling in the valley over the best damn Dark Chocolate Raspberry martini EVAH Saturday night at the Chocolate Bar. We had another grown up evening out with some friends who we do not get to see often enough for our tastes, Tony and Trish the afore mentioned TiTo, my baby brother, and my ace Spoken made a little trek, had a drink (mine was dark hot chocolate) a little food and some desserts. The desserts were so damn good that my brother claims to have had two hour sex in the time it took to chew and swallow a bite of the CHOCOLATE INEBRIATION (it must be written in capital letters - trust me)  and naturally when some one makes a sex reference it jump

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They have begun the cloning….

April 23, 2007 – 11:45 am

So we found out its a girl.

 my silence and not preparedness is hilarious even to me.

imgp9893I don’t know why I was so unprepared for the possibility of another girl, I think its the extra hair that must be done. yes definately the hair factor - and the sheer brilliance of my daughter that I fear for any girl who must follow in her path.

I, however was more prepared than my husband for the posiblility of a second daughter. I mean - dude - its a fifty-fifty shot. Although he had jumped head first into finding her a name, so I think his inital disapointment is rather expected. I am only set on her middle name - one of them anyway - I expect she’ll have two like her sister and one will be Ann after my aunt Sylvia, who would have been a great mom to daughters. So girl names with an Ann middle name - any suggestions?

Cammy had two weekends in a row with her grandfathers around. Last week my dad came by to help Jerry figure out the finer points of door hanging, and drill shopping, which was great. This weekend my father in law came by and spent several hours just hanging out with the little missy, playing with balloons and bubbles and his cowboy hat. She also spenthte morning after church putting around my moms garden - planting seeds and waiting for them to grow. I think we may have to plant some seeds in some taracotta planters on the front balcony.

W also had the honor of attending Jerrys Godson’s baptism. It really was a lovely service,and hes such a little ball of personality, Cammy just loves him, she is pictured holding him above. So many really cool people who supriszingly live in the neighborhood. What a novel idea, meeting people who live in our area and becoming friends. I really hope we get to see some of those people on a more regular occasion.

all in all not a bad weekend, the nausea is now becomeing routine. and its a tad bit more annoying since I know its a girl. I think because my pregnancies wre such opposites I was hoping for opposite kids. Hopefully though this little girl is as wonderful as her sister, and we’ll all be quite okay.

 

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Welcome little friend

January 16, 2007 – 11:53 am

On sunday morning our phone rang- just around nine a.m. I took one look at the caller ID and said, “Well, looks like they are in labor.”

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I don’t like the damn meatloaf

January 10, 2007 – 5:57 pm

Cammy is becoming a little person all into her self. the other day upon request that she eat one more bite of meatloaf, her response under her breath - cause she is smarter then the average cookie - was the title of this post.

um…..

Yeah -

and how again you punish your kid when you are CRACKING UP? i’m really gonna have to work on my Cammy poker face.

Things are looking - ahead if not up. Persons of the related persuasion are forcing us to examine our boundaries, figure out what is too much to ask. What is too much to give. Jerry and I differ on levels here but he is doing the best he can and I am doing the best I can - we can meet in the middle I’m sure.

Parenting is hard enough to do, I think, without having to deal with other grown up crap while you do it.

yesterday was get a grip day. I went to lunch with a dear dear dear friend,

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