tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320783502024-03-13T16:04:29.516-07:00Smallwood WondersKay's hidey hole of art, love, and life.Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.comBlogger200125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-68774523132085982982012-09-24T10:37:00.001-07:002012-09-24T10:42:52.884-07:00<b>Yes, I e-mail myself.</b><br />
I have found it extremely handy to email myself notes, ideas, grocery lists, writings. My phone is almost always available and all those important conglomerations of words go to my gmail account. They are all archived forever and as safe as any mislaid scrap of paper that would serve as my alternative.<br />
Today, it came to my attention that I was not receiving some of my <i>Notes to Self</i>. After re-examining the To: address field, I realized that another Kay.Dixon was becoming privy to my inner most thoughts and desires. A fever-fueled mistyping of my own email address had added a valid, although unintentional recipient to my contacts list. With my name.<br />
Looking back through my Sent Folder, I realized I had sent her a note reminding her to get the Craftgawker App for the iPhone and to explore the joys of Human Bingo.<br />
My latest contribution to her inbox is the following "editorial" on the benefits of eating more fried food. Meant to be an entertaining piece for some of my closest friends and allies, it is now in the hands of my faceless doppleganger. If she has read it, then why shouldn't you.<br />
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<blockquote style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;" type="cite">
It is the beginning of the end. The end of the world as we know it.<br />
It isn't necessarily a bad thing. Let's face it, we haven't been <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">treating this place or each other very well. We use the entire world </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">as our garbage bin. Letting poison, refuse, and ageless debris fall </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">where it may.</span><br />
Also, if u jam too many of us up together, the crazies come out. <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">Crime, war, and poverty..they are a few things we tend to specialize i</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">n.</span><br />
Although the alarm bells are ringing in our ears...global warming, <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">antibiotic resistant bacteria, polluted land, water, and sky...we </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">ignore the repetitive sound blasts in our ear. Racing onward never </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">looking back or acknowledging what is up ahead.</span><br />
So, I wonder what I, a single human being, can do to change the red <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">tide that is approaching the shore. After thorough research across </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">several disciplines, I have decided the best course to take is to eat </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">more fried food.</span><br />
Here is how I came to my conclusion. After reading several articles on <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">how global warming is affecting disease spread, I became fascinated.</span><br />
Warmer winters mean insects that act as disease vectors have a higher <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">survival rate for the new year. That means more West Nile and Lyme </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">disease for u and me.</span><br />
Malaria in Alaska? It is coming. Well, actually it is already there, <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">but humans have a few more warmer than natural years before having to </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">pack their own quinine for an Alaskan cruise.</span><br />
What are some contributing factors to this global warming situation?<br />
U, the reader can probably recite more reasons than I, but the latest <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">culprit identified by a brilliant team of scientists in California is </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">American's love of chargrilled food. Turns out, all the grilling puts </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">a lot of particulates into the air. Enough so, it is rivaling the </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">contribution of diesel burning 18 wheelers.</span><br />
Humans in their self-obsessed way have focused on eating grilled foods<br />
in order to keep a healthier heart. <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">I say, stop this madness now! By returning to a fried food heavy </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">diet, we can get a one-two punch to kick start the saving of our </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">planet.</span><br />
First off, frying food does not add the particulate matter to our <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">atmosphere that its grilling counterpart does. Secondly, humans are </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">the one who got us into this mess to begin with. More humans living </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">longer on the planet should not be our immediate goal or maybe ever</span><br />
our goal.<br />
I am realist. I know, even after being presented with these facts, <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">most people will not turn from their healthy eating lifestyle to save </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">our planet. As I mentioned before...self-obsessed.</span><br />
But, I am not worried. Mother Nature is not without her charms and her <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">devices. She demands balance and balance She will have.</span><br />
So, next time u contract the Hanta virus on a camping trip or lose a l<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">imb to a flesh eating bacteria, think about those grilled veggies u </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">had for dinner and try to decide...Was it really worth it?</span></blockquote>
Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-9999576690304014762011-03-31T12:46:00.000-07:002011-03-31T12:50:18.490-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1fMuh6twweLBz1v0HPwW8gUIEi__ScSYsAI_b0Tp0Kug8OX5tobla6sXCBpnxDLc8lht11h-TQUmojB_av8tRPY9AvpcW1_Q8wx4QMJrHcQuRGQMMV4YcsvhMthbComobbO1Jg/s1600/afterwritingdesk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLOp4J__Lierdyd2enfFUzmGiCrwbN-4fKw-wTRDe6K3fZjVrGMKlQCz9-IzfPUnw8OEytk3yFiXd_6K51SszZebnvSw37_BD6UpQ3Cill3kuKGn7upX5R63uGY_fVUfNiKZbxSw/s1600/beforewritingdesk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLOp4J__Lierdyd2enfFUzmGiCrwbN-4fKw-wTRDe6K3fZjVrGMKlQCz9-IzfPUnw8OEytk3yFiXd_6K51SszZebnvSw37_BD6UpQ3Cill3kuKGn7upX5R63uGY_fVUfNiKZbxSw/s320/beforewritingdesk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590333301356729538" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Making Ready for Creating</b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I have been trying to get my house in order so I will feel free to pursue the creative.<br />I wanted to share a small success with you that I accomplished today.<br />My writing desk in the living room had become the catchall. It is just the natural, handy place to put things when I come in the door.<br />What does that do for my writing and other creative pursuits? It stunts them.<br />So, now I can say this area is officially reclaimed!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1fMuh6twweLBz1v0HPwW8gUIEi__ScSYsAI_b0Tp0Kug8OX5tobla6sXCBpnxDLc8lht11h-TQUmojB_av8tRPY9AvpcW1_Q8wx4QMJrHcQuRGQMMV4YcsvhMthbComobbO1Jg/s320/afterwritingdesk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590333303134374050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span></span><div><br /></div></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-63156439117174217062010-07-29T15:45:00.000-07:002010-07-29T16:21:56.213-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDr3o99OEQiKPRUAEi168fw1SBuFIk0sV7T3FIU4qvncaoV4vZQW_s9BpzAsgm6qLJ7gP54l13KIIh2CAh7Bz4kIEC0rP32vTHSVlGDJQterlNkRe0bHXqMVqfYM6orVWnhw8xA/s320/2010-07-29+17.14.13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499469067862951858" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b>Joy to Be Shared</b><div>This is the sort of joy that just has to be shared. My husband Joseph has some secretive mischievousness in the making and all he's saying is "You'll need a fancy dress." Well, today I started my search for my fancy dress.</div><div>Trying on clothes isn't my idea of fun. I didn't even like Barbies as a kid because you were always supposed to be changing their clothes. When I clothes shop, I'd rather guess and take my chances that it will fit. That's why my favorite outfit is a white t-shirt and blue jeans. The sizes are pretty standard for such fashion fare. I can usually judge what will fit by how many prairie harvest muffins I've been averaging per week.</div><div>Evy is all about fancy. So, the idea of shopping for "princess dresses" thrilled her. She and I went about our mission with gusto this morning. She picked out dresses, zipped me up, and blocked the dressing room door from intruders.</div><div>We found a couple of favorites. Although, it was obvious from the beginning that Evy and I have very different tastes. Evy leans to "fru fru." I am a more simple or classic gal.</div><div>All the dresses were really beautiful, though. However, their price tags reflected their valuable charm.</div><div>So, next stop, Salvation Army Thrift Store. It's my go-to, one-stop-shop. Simply put, it is my equivalent of the mall.</div><div>A lady was putting out formal wear as we walked in the door. After a few moments of searching, I got this....my new fancy time dress. I think it is absolutely gorgeous. Plus, I think it is not so ostentatious that I will be able to wear it on multiple occasions. AND...I didn't try it on and it fits perfectly. It is also brand new!</div><div>For $10...me and this dress were absolutely meant to be. (Yes, you read that right. There was only a single zero in that number.)</div><div>I got joy. Celebrate with me.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvSMvGf_0M7tMYZlToLMoJCBrghLaZ_WlLB1MnKz3U_A7GGWTGXugB-UOm1EmdWMh_w9bt4jAlUetbXDtxR49udIFzPFxQsCbF5np5KvG3M7qKEJScYuDtesA9zUtebSsURD-ZiQ/s320/2010-07-29+17.14.39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499469076831984034" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-22728831466470778502010-07-06T12:19:00.001-07:002010-07-06T12:31:22.987-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxonajGVJIlVgh7XGVut0nlgub2rfBPyjwhzhHtmwZJt0a8-0iiei8tNB7oryq_9Pu8M__pnsiC0jmHkp8mjtDR9WizsJDroQ_V0rXrspeWTrMduQNaI8TFntmvzi5Sho8-noyA/s1600/redshoes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxonajGVJIlVgh7XGVut0nlgub2rfBPyjwhzhHtmwZJt0a8-0iiei8tNB7oryq_9Pu8M__pnsiC0jmHkp8mjtDR9WizsJDroQ_V0rXrspeWTrMduQNaI8TFntmvzi5Sho8-noyA/s320/redshoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490877921537580498" /></a><br /><div><b>What It Is</b></div><div>Sportsmanship is your 4 year old son dropping back in the race to let his mommy win.</div><div>Excitement is realizing you are going to listen to a too talented fellow soulfully sing his lungs out.</div><div>Satisfaction is knowing your artful progress makes your art instructor nauseous.</div><div>Happiness is a creative moment that stretches into the wee hours of the morning.</div><div>Anticipation is having only two months to ready yourself for a bliss inducing weekend.</div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-73026036421296335692010-06-16T16:49:00.001-07:002010-06-16T16:59:26.393-07:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">What Would Happen if....</span></div><div>you gave two 4-year-olds a digital camera and little supervision?</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRUe5euJY_ukeLNBDcBdFN8j8AH9kNbu-7EFKUkagJ-_Ehm9_fzCU330NZHPM3owg1nvSzgJTmuZs2MPUTEUfrT3ZujJ9vOlPXa9xPn6bQGnhlSi3v7Lq7MjITk3xY8Mf57dGjBg/s1600/P1010001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRUe5euJY_ukeLNBDcBdFN8j8AH9kNbu-7EFKUkagJ-_Ehm9_fzCU330NZHPM3owg1nvSzgJTmuZs2MPUTEUfrT3ZujJ9vOlPXa9xPn6bQGnhlSi3v7Lq7MjITk3xY8Mf57dGjBg/s320/P1010001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483524886794071618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmR9FivUPHkNmNMs2k7NB9A_ckqBHHkRoJsEdLjIZl6wSn6Lf48YAspynsEo17Beh6PW-w1b6OU2HvZdxibP3zoAMPs7FA5hl0U7FpawSP2JV2mNjO1frbYqtTU9wwrXaBr2_63A/s1600/P1010003.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KElQyNFlTSBYxbkBAs9JArGRKVZgpAEKzYzphyphenhyphen6q_LrNruSHVKKeY2fDQxt5JMCiOnZvV-dHrCMZXgbcx1Yy_pu1VED2TJnmqJGhnVImUX4tf_uOrFJNp5BCLGfw_d505ZG_0Q/s320/P1010059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483524664017060738" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4ZvVfyetEyBUA9fd4i1oxQB160kWWor0tZloWbFR1cGg_Ob7wv1rTgp4rlWyouP3JAF7yXjHwTfGh0pN23v50X5IzMvwmUGo26b195Z7g3Kjf-HDJD0GoAJzqPQXSzwgcpTp_Q/s1600/P1010062.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4ZvVfyetEyBUA9fd4i1oxQB160kWWor0tZloWbFR1cGg_Ob7wv1rTgp4rlWyouP3JAF7yXjHwTfGh0pN23v50X5IzMvwmUGo26b195Z7g3Kjf-HDJD0GoAJzqPQXSzwgcpTp_Q/s320/P1010062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483524478875418882" /></a>Since this is a family-friendly blog, any photos containing bare bottoms were removed.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-36433825943785587212010-06-16T16:34:00.000-07:002010-06-16T16:47:05.855-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ee1FgEn80GSOsb9C8qg5TR2sBllnj8srKrY0veSMs-pqLW7UcNBPcJdLSwneew_9c7J398iPv7OE-DO_AhB9G548ApgU5cb9jiXiCKlCfv3HtYBSONSuCAEHfM4_CwD_vddGag/s1600/piece2origins.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ee1FgEn80GSOsb9C8qg5TR2sBllnj8srKrY0veSMs-pqLW7UcNBPcJdLSwneew_9c7J398iPv7OE-DO_AhB9G548ApgU5cb9jiXiCKlCfv3HtYBSONSuCAEHfM4_CwD_vddGag/s320/piece2origins.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483519573233052850" /></a><br /><b>Found Objects</b><div>I am taking a found objects sculpture workshop at Lauren Rogers Museum of Art. 3D is new to me. Luckily, our teacher Mark Brown is great! He dumped a whole bunch of junk on the table and said, "Have at it!"</div><div>We have been learning how to apply some basic principles of art and how to repurpose bits and pieces to make them wonderful.</div><div>This is my second piece I started on at the last class. It is fairly small, approximately 12" x 4". It is a bit of masonite painted and collaged with some magazine pieces. I've been adding random pieces of metal that speak to me in some fashion.</div><div>This is turning out to be my favorite piece thus far. I think I am most proud of myself for resisting my innate urge to embellish it with glitter or add rhinestones. Of course, I am also very excited to be discovering a new way to create!</div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-26036693327052160122010-06-12T04:03:00.001-07:002010-06-12T04:35:34.291-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimK6_kWYRKepmbCx5b3CeOrPW93m-axXjaslmAZhq6_KwJpFwfAnWaxKhu1q9-gk4NTsaOsp5vdicoEStYf7hlAuIalOYQ5yZdacF6PJkXU5U7153MbEVMHOKrJgWtfHa7IoLPRg/s1600/2010-03-28+14.59.20.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimK6_kWYRKepmbCx5b3CeOrPW93m-axXjaslmAZhq6_KwJpFwfAnWaxKhu1q9-gk4NTsaOsp5vdicoEStYf7hlAuIalOYQ5yZdacF6PJkXU5U7153MbEVMHOKrJgWtfHa7IoLPRg/s320/2010-03-28+14.59.20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481849159352987378" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><b>Smoochy Movie</b></div><div>I am not a romance movie fan. When the night gets lonely, who do I turn to? My little black book contains <i>Aliens</i>, <i>The Matrix</i>, or <i>Conan the Barbarian</i>. This established trend means my movie watching buddies are in luck. When the horde starts chanting <i>Watchman </i>or<i> Quantum of Solace, </i>I'm already set on GO.</div><div>But, I've noticed that all the testosterone laden movie action has been having an affect on me. First off, my voice has dropped an octave. I also find I have an urge to spit after telling a good joke. I am wary that the next step will be hair on my chest or adjusting my crotch while telling a tale. So, I've decided to concoct an antidote.</div><div>My formula is simple. Next movie night, the _Guys_ are going to watch something girly. Since I have an extremely short list of what constitutes a good romance movie, the pickings are slim. To choose from, we have <i>Say Anything</i>, <i>Ten Things I Hate about You</i>, and <i>A Walk in the Clouds</i>. Honestly, those are the only three movies I could think of that had a sweetie theme and were memorable enough to make it to the forefront of my brain. Since the opportunity to entertain my estrogenic beginnings may never happen again, I don't want to be disappointed in the viewing choice. Watching something I've not yet seen and approved makes me nervous.</div><div>So, I am calling on all you helpful folks in Webdom. Suggest something gooooood. </div><div><br /></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-48502696403399745182010-06-11T17:16:00.000-07:002010-06-11T17:30:39.907-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUCePibgEdiPARgPCAT2vLzpWb98_tyGfrdcWzZoJ1F9XCpZjk1XXE6jGGUv1m0ihmfJojiSvf0h6PVe3ugM27RLvHSGG1DHsohGN725HF_3D2Q6PgDz8l2KS15aEPiIoOaUX70w/s1600/instaxcamera.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUCePibgEdiPARgPCAT2vLzpWb98_tyGfrdcWzZoJ1F9XCpZjk1XXE6jGGUv1m0ihmfJojiSvf0h6PVe3ugM27RLvHSGG1DHsohGN725HF_3D2Q6PgDz8l2KS15aEPiIoOaUX70w/s320/instaxcamera.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481676573833450738" /></a><br /><b>New Toy</b><div>Grownups can have toys, too, right? Well, I am the proud owner of a brand new Fuji instax mini 7s camera. Remember the Polaroids of old? This is a new fangled replacement.</div><div>I chose the mini format because I think this is going to be excellent for my journaling adventures. The pictures are about the size of a credit card. I take a picture and pop it directly into my journal while on the go. The per photo price is a little pricey. You pay for convenience, of course.</div><div>After one use, I cannot imagine how any modern device could be easier to use. Fuji and Apple need to partner up. They apparently have a keen sense of how to make technology easy. The battery and film compartments are super easy access and everything is clearly marked. </div><div>Little thought is required. You only have to make two decisions: Off/On and current lighting conditions. </div><div>The only downside might be its bulk. It is certainly smaller than the Polaroid instant cameras, but feels huge when you are used to a camera phone or a pocket camera.</div><div>I am so looking forward to big fun with my new toy!</div><div><br /></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-81220417024126007902010-06-10T19:39:00.000-07:002010-06-10T19:46:19.081-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3wOyMX-nfAUNgMKf9S_du9hBBcI-1g3THcOfUJVgtQlmpZ7-JJnr9ODvnooTRz3GAy4LOp0aEcEWeDoMMvTc-eIgzUUFtRpQ6OOxyPNNHHerPydsJWS_cP44l3HvPqJg08bDz-Q/s1600/simonandme.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3wOyMX-nfAUNgMKf9S_du9hBBcI-1g3THcOfUJVgtQlmpZ7-JJnr9ODvnooTRz3GAy4LOp0aEcEWeDoMMvTc-eIgzUUFtRpQ6OOxyPNNHHerPydsJWS_cP44l3HvPqJg08bDz-Q/s320/simonandme.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481341818943426562" /></a><br /><b><div><br /></div>Amaze Me by Answering These</b><div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in"></p><ul><li>When you say “Play,” why do little boys hear “Destroy!”?</li><li>How do you tightly roll a burrito so it stays put?</li><li>What good has ever come out of a lie?</li><li>Is there a lethal dose of pasta salad?</li><li>Where is my reboot button for the times when things just aren't working out?</li><li>If the primary ingredient of your breakfast cereal is sugar, does it really matter if it has 120% of your daily allowance of Vitamin C?</li><li>How can I get patience faster?</li></ul><p></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p> </div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-46661993315184400042010-06-03T18:16:00.000-07:002010-06-05T13:38:21.716-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPm8K-6e4dIsj3qnrd85jAEzi_rRWwabhNoQA7TRgfjeh69GUZ-wFi7qfE9utpQifcA026n6r9xF4VE0x_sUX-lWjNbpl0-2990vjErta1kx-awbtaprbaLRE8KU_ZivbpVThiDw/s1600/twindrawing001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPm8K-6e4dIsj3qnrd85jAEzi_rRWwabhNoQA7TRgfjeh69GUZ-wFi7qfE9utpQifcA026n6r9xF4VE0x_sUX-lWjNbpl0-2990vjErta1kx-awbtaprbaLRE8KU_ZivbpVThiDw/s320/twindrawing001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478723740774050114" /></a><br /><b>A New Portrait</b><div>It was another fabulous night at <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Laurel-MS/106-Oak-Street-Place/311375659712?ref=ts">106 Oak Street Place</a>. After stressing on what was to be my next portrait subject...digging through ancient pictures....lots of sighing...I finally just brought a small selection of possibles to class. Adam suggested I combine two pictures into one. One is a picture of Simon and one is of Evy. I really liked the idea.</div><div>Here, I have started with the Simon portion of the picture. I felt very happy to have whipped it into shape after just one class. Of course, the credit lies heavily with the expert guidance of my teacher. The man has got skills. But, I feel a transfer of creative powers taking place and that is building my confidence.</div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-47012842416338291132010-06-03T05:36:00.000-07:002010-06-03T06:20:51.894-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV3bYe8tKPvPGZj7Xvjezd3Dr79KMa9QV48qfucTQch5rY258XEGT_rQQQW3vW1-EeBxa2ysW9iR5jNYxxUfPIml7nN6BzWu12nxz6fmfRGGIupmTE2uoX23VePHWwWps5kyhWcA/s1600/missingfrontteeth.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV3bYe8tKPvPGZj7Xvjezd3Dr79KMa9QV48qfucTQch5rY258XEGT_rQQQW3vW1-EeBxa2ysW9iR5jNYxxUfPIml7nN6BzWu12nxz6fmfRGGIupmTE2uoX23VePHWwWps5kyhWcA/s320/missingfrontteeth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478526766012204962" /></a><br /><b>Emma Internet</b><div>Emma has developed her own system of text messaging. She writes messages on pieces of paper and folds them into paper airplanes. She always waits until I least expect it and sails them at me. Usually, they are expertly aimed at my nose. In most instances, this is a sweet surprise, but when I am driving, it isn't so much.</div><div>Sometimes I will catch her lurking beneath the kitchen island or hiding behind the couch...airplane in hand...poised and ready to launch. When I am lucky enough to discover her, I don't make eye contact and just brace myself for impact. All the messages are sweet and written in Emma-ese. They are one of the best parts of my day.</div><div><br /></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-10295396929218199532010-06-02T17:07:00.000-07:002010-06-02T17:45:57.406-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0cnb8DLYKIBn3iXW_Hstr0p3RVJKcbhBeGrPcVOYIcx-UyQbh8FY8NLSHwhGT3tMG2pN4-nqWrUiM-oSuU2d-n1gQEEP-lNmH5MfxWm1_5K8_lrA9qmxw4XBN0f3HQRPiY-HuQ/s1600/lawnmowertrain.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0cnb8DLYKIBn3iXW_Hstr0p3RVJKcbhBeGrPcVOYIcx-UyQbh8FY8NLSHwhGT3tMG2pN4-nqWrUiM-oSuU2d-n1gQEEP-lNmH5MfxWm1_5K8_lrA9qmxw4XBN0f3HQRPiY-HuQ/s320/lawnmowertrain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478342045865362130" /></a><br /><b>Done</b><div><ul><li>Whittled on the dog. (Po has three distinctive coats! Even the deluxe clippers were bogging down.)</li><li>Groceries gotten. (We need to get our own milk cow.)</li><li>Van clean. (Inside and out, thank you very much.)</li><li>Clothes washed. (May put kids in swimsuits 24/7. Then I could wash them and their clothes all at once time.)</li><li>Goats moved. (Think it is time to put bells on them and let them free range.)</li><li>Signed up for <a href="http://dispatchfromla.typepad.com/dispatch_from_la/2009/11/the-latest-pure-experimentation-online-class-has-arrived.html">Remains of the Day</a> online class. (The detritus of life made beautiful.)</li><li>Forgot to leave a tip for possibly the best waiter ever. (If you are reading this, I'm bringing it to you tomorrow.)</li><li>Made a little mischief. (Only the best kinds, of course.)</li></ul></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-26059673196861767162010-06-01T15:23:00.000-07:002010-06-01T16:13:56.750-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHca2hwZulj8arFTwht6SH3UaHzRt-c6XkKQE5cbRiH8GJXyEuhJy8oupSlHReIgbmEkdiImKIYghpyOH-flSyZs9ejUxuO9fZDPmBwXwQOOc2kKfAJwOqNsRDQcY1biWwHWGpQ/s1600/2010-06-01+13.41.43.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHca2hwZulj8arFTwht6SH3UaHzRt-c6XkKQE5cbRiH8GJXyEuhJy8oupSlHReIgbmEkdiImKIYghpyOH-flSyZs9ejUxuO9fZDPmBwXwQOOc2kKfAJwOqNsRDQcY1biWwHWGpQ/s320/2010-06-01+13.41.43.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477947413541839330" /></a><br /><b>Snake Day</b><div>I'll admit it. I love snakes. I have been very blessed to not be burdened by any of the traditional girl phobias..snakes, frogs, lizards, or spiders. Several young men have been deeply disappointed to see my reaction to an aforementioned creature thrust in my face: "Oh! Let me see!"</div><div>When Joseph and I were dating, his friend called me a "keeper" when I hand caught a chicken snake while it was stealing eggs from our chicken house.</div><div>These days, Joseph considers it a good day when I don't go lumbering off into the brush looking for the snake that the mocking birds are harassing.</div><div>Hearing about Snake Day at the Mississippi Museum of Natural Science got me really excited. I had never been. I deemed today a day of adventure and took the two smallest squirts with me to Snake Day.</div><div>The speaker Bryan Fedrick was great! He was really good at keeping the info simple and straight forward. He kept the kids participating. At the end, the kids were allowed to file through and touch various non-venomonous snakes of MS. </div><div>Simon and Evy loved it, as did I. </div><div>Snake Day was well worth the 5 hours in the car, the endless renditions of the Teen Titans theme song, and the subsequent twitch I developed in my left eye.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-13269113326143471362010-05-31T16:30:00.000-07:002010-05-31T16:53:18.934-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibTOo5mRyyO7M7XUPp6_OmrUHuJULLCuXsYlzAr279PN7eTCWJSrm9goqRPOBKqtu97yVVCTs1jQVdM3ZhnjJt-dQpAIN4QPJBA7zKQlazLr6y9u557Bx873bPpqdZA8ErMJ667g/s1600/firemusiccover2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibTOo5mRyyO7M7XUPp6_OmrUHuJULLCuXsYlzAr279PN7eTCWJSrm9goqRPOBKqtu97yVVCTs1jQVdM3ZhnjJt-dQpAIN4QPJBA7zKQlazLr6y9u557Bx873bPpqdZA8ErMJ667g/s320/firemusiccover2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477584230708748402" /></a><br /><b>Fire Music</b><div>Play lists. You folks with IPods probably got about a million playlists, one to suit every mood and celebrate every happening. I don't own an IPod since I am not really an appreciator of music. I am the girl who shouts, "Oh! I like this song" when she stumbles upon a recognizable tune while setting the stereo to scan. </div><div>About once a year, I put together a compilation of tunes that speak to me. I've done Halloween themed CD's for our Halloween Hooplas of yesteryear. The last couple of years, I've done music compilations that serve as creative stimulus packages for myself and hopefully for my friends I share them with.</div><div>This year, I discovered <a href="http://www.pandora.com/">Pandora</a>, an online music streaming site. You pick a seed song, and it plays music based on that and later your preferences. Being the pitiful excuse for a fan that I am, I all of sudden started discovering who performs all these songs that I have always liked. Thus, the genesis of this year's compilation. They are all a re-discovering of music I've always liked but didn't know anything about it.</div><div>As a fun aside, I decided to hand-doodle all the CD labels. It is a relatively short creative project which I can do while the kids are eating lunch or pretending to nap.</div><div>Here's a list of what is on this year's CD. Watch out! It's feisty music! I find I split my creative time between listening to musical angst and classic country. This year's hits are all grit and grime.</div><div><ul><li style="text-align: left;">Bring Me to Life / Evanescence</li><li style="text-align: left;">Harder to Breathe / Maroon 5</li><li style="text-align: left;">It's Been Awhile / Staind</li><li style="text-align: left;">Hanging by a Moment / Lifehouse</li><li style="text-align: left;">Unwell / Matchbox Twenty</li><li style="text-align: left;">You Know My Name / Chris Cornell</li><li style="text-align: left;">Right Here / Staind</li><li style="text-align: left;">Heavy / Collective Soul</li><li style="text-align: left;">Cumbersome / Seven Mary Three</li><li style="text-align: left;">How You Remind Me / Nickelback</li><li style="text-align: left;">Push / Matchbox Twenty</li><li style="text-align: left;">When I'm Gone / 3 Doors Down</li><li style="text-align: left;">Extreme Ways / Moby</li><li style="text-align: left;">Inside Out / Eve 6</li><li style="text-align: left;">Wonderwall / Oasis</li><li style="text-align: left;">Save Tonight / Eagle-Eye Cherry</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-30211789125977026832010-05-30T08:03:00.001-07:002010-05-30T18:38:17.104-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdWpjalOmkvuBXQcfHs4hgQe1oFVzoL0uHfD5-UKL7MumKd5Yaks6FYy3tDgOeLE-o2dAYarJ3WDC85vwGg6NPLrZ2n9b-qMJSxq29SWYy6IyFQMCPP-e-4yfoxmt8JYnG9g12lQ/s1600/oneholeinthegrave.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdWpjalOmkvuBXQcfHs4hgQe1oFVzoL0uHfD5-UKL7MumKd5Yaks6FYy3tDgOeLE-o2dAYarJ3WDC85vwGg6NPLrZ2n9b-qMJSxq29SWYy6IyFQMCPP-e-4yfoxmt8JYnG9g12lQ/s320/oneholeinthegrave.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477083726324543330" /></a><br /><b>Heebee Jeebees</b><div>It's a been a long while since I got the heebee jeebees. You know that panicky-get-off-of-me sort of feeling? Well, Friday I had a refresher course in what it feels like to be totally wigged out.</div><div>Joseph and I went to the old cemetery by the Hattiesburg Library. I don't really know anything about the cemetery, but I knew it has some really old grave markers in it and was anxious to get some pictures for my photo scavenger hunt. </div><div>I am neither sentimental or spooked about graves. Of course, I think they deserve care and respect, but I consider graves <i>vacantly occupied</i>. Nothing I am doing up here is going to bother anyone down there. As far as safe places on this earth, I think the cemetery ranks pretty high. After all, there all the bad guys are dead.</div><div>We went about the markers, snapping pictures. There were markers from the 1800's. </div><div>The cement slab over one grave was broken through. I walked over to look in. The grave was filled with water. </div><div>Joseph was behind me and said: "Is that a snake?" There was something inside the grave moving around very slowly. I took a step back. I squinted really hard. </div><div>Joseph: "That is a snake. Look!" </div><div>Me: "No. It's a glove. " I squinted harder...got closer...peered in.</div><div>Joseph: "That is no glove. It's moving."</div><div>Me: (Clarity) "It's a Blue Bell ice cream wrapper."</div><div>Joseph: "Moving?!"</div><div>Then he realized that there was water in the grave and the wrapper was floating. At first glance, it did look like a snake coiling around. </div><div>I decided to perch on the grave next door to get a picture of the hole into the grave. Maybe it would prove to be good fodder for a future story.</div><div>As I sat clicking away, Joseph said: "You know. The grave you are sitting on is the same age as the one that fell in. You might want to get off of there."</div><div><insert heebee="" jeebees=""></insert></div><div>Joseph had struck a primal nerve. In a split second, I had imagined myself splashing down through shattered concrete into a water filled grave. I was up instantly....hopping and wriggling around. Whenever the heebee jeebees hit, they go straight into your spine. Nothing short of a few full-body convulsions will shake them out. </div><div>After this incident, Joseph and I both had our own regrets. Mine: I had not gotten more pictures of the hole in the grave. Joseph: He had not gotten any video of me hopping around the graveyard.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-67325757718088945972010-05-30T06:57:00.000-07:002010-05-30T08:01:17.204-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIc9osyUQtAQDMnoRMKwhveoKfdZkNAQkUHVwjmhVI913UMs-M9afXemW2THRcgAZwCXHdlEZBjazZ01-mP55jakf0y0OvZHT1aFw4G47nPw3cskmPdKyI7meKwVRvIdUhVK6S0A/s1600/2010-05-28+15.44.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIc9osyUQtAQDMnoRMKwhveoKfdZkNAQkUHVwjmhVI913UMs-M9afXemW2THRcgAZwCXHdlEZBjazZ01-mP55jakf0y0OvZHT1aFw4G47nPw3cskmPdKyI7meKwVRvIdUhVK6S0A/s320/2010-05-28+15.44.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477078044994990866" /></a><br /><b>Photo Scavenger Hunt: Conclusion</b><div>After a Photographic Festivus on Friday, I feel like I have now completed the photo scavenger hunt. I got to take lots of fun pictures in Downtown Laurel and Downtown Hattiesburg.</div><div>I learned a few things from this experience:</div><div><ul><li>I have yet to learn the limits of my camera phone</li><li>Lighting is extremely important</li><li>I love doors, door knobs, and windows</li><li>I could take pictures all day long and just be ok with that</li><li>My thumb is my photographic nemesis</li><li>Black and white photos make me feel happy</li><li>Most creatures don't understand English phrases like "Stand still" or "Look this way"</li></ul>In usual Kay style, I overdid and now have too many pictures to post on my blog. So, I invite you to see them at my <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/smallwoodwonders/ProjectPedrosPhotoScavengerHunt#">Scavenger Hunt Album</a> at Picasa.</div><div>Hope you've been inspired to play! I would love to see what you discovered through your lens.</div><div><br /></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-35903381770569596512010-05-27T11:38:00.000-07:002010-05-27T11:48:14.751-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg54BcpgFpuUdCr1fB-QvZ08h5vMr1kiCA54E1dBFfV3bpeao8dFd6r56SlsUXLGKMLuwlTt4gZOR8wb720P-Z79DlQSkOs6qEzh4OwU0plbjMglAVYnH3VNYNdGkIkrbOscYYl8w/s1600/thepile.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg54BcpgFpuUdCr1fB-QvZ08h5vMr1kiCA54E1dBFfV3bpeao8dFd6r56SlsUXLGKMLuwlTt4gZOR8wb720P-Z79DlQSkOs6qEzh4OwU0plbjMglAVYnH3VNYNdGkIkrbOscYYl8w/s320/thepile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476022507021321762" /></a><br /><b><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Conversations</span></b><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Emma: "<i>Evy, why do you like to wear dresses all the time? Are you wanting to be attractive?</i>"</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Evy: "<i>I think dresses are so pretty.</i>"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Emma: "<i>If it is about being attractive, being attractive is more about what's in your heart.</i>"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Emma: "<i>Can I ride in the wagon on the way to the sewing machine shop?</i>"</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me: "<i>No, Emma. You won't be in your car seat.</i>"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Emma: "<i>But, Momma, I've never done this before. Just hook the wagon to the back of the van. It would be so exciting.</i>"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me: "<i>It would be exciting, but your momma would probably be arrested.</i>"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Emma: "<i>I will be very safe. I will hold on so tight.</i>"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me: "<i>No.</i>"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Emma: *pout*</span></span></div><div><br /></div></div></span></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-6368624466065188412010-05-27T09:20:00.001-07:002010-05-27T09:24:52.439-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJRrjJXJxCXM-i4eNlW7W_GO7Dk1Z5afgSvyI6rjzp9yM4K1KozgKB-gDOJrsR5cc_2GlsyASftN9q1QBRPMkCH3Xuyv3EkmyitzRqX3W3MB5RLA6M0pzZLVbdZM7tLJruKeRI2A/s1600/oldtruckwindow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJRrjJXJxCXM-i4eNlW7W_GO7Dk1Z5afgSvyI6rjzp9yM4K1KozgKB-gDOJrsR5cc_2GlsyASftN9q1QBRPMkCH3Xuyv3EkmyitzRqX3W3MB5RLA6M0pzZLVbdZM7tLJruKeRI2A/s320/oldtruckwindow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475985991855380738" /></a><br /><b>Photo Scavenger Hunt, Cont.</b><div>Somehow, my favorite picture from yesterday's hunt didn't make it to my blog. This one is of my Uncle Robert's and my dad's old truck when they were styling around in their youth. </div><div>This picture makes me want to write a story.</div><div><br /></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-70034608685102908602010-05-27T09:08:00.000-07:002010-05-27T09:17:23.058-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_SgoXh6mb64rdo9fw_NTCi1wK2CInQWtkA-iZ-0voZfmtQ0OkyhY6y_QpwdFnW9N8FyGzgW4j3XgSPqXcJSN4Xqqosmlx7GOMJ9YNq81-bQrh2xE6HD6UGDGYMzNITEnQOBYcfQ/s1600/bogahoma2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_SgoXh6mb64rdo9fw_NTCi1wK2CInQWtkA-iZ-0voZfmtQ0OkyhY6y_QpwdFnW9N8FyGzgW4j3XgSPqXcJSN4Xqqosmlx7GOMJ9YNq81-bQrh2xE6HD6UGDGYMzNITEnQOBYcfQ/s320/bogahoma2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475983027687559778" /></a><br /><b>Things Learned while Picnicking at the Lake</b><div><div><ul><li>You can feed a family of five on a single chicken biscuit from Vic's.</li><li>Swinging an oversized plastic bat? I've still got it.</li><li>Water hyacinths may be the scariest plant on the planet.</li><li>Kids prefer the deep end.</li><li>Grandpas make picnics better.</li><li>Nothing moves slower than a kid who doesn't want to leave the lake.</li></ul></div></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-81243248258799965462010-05-26T11:48:00.000-07:002010-05-27T09:27:23.196-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdr0OVyUhMVo_mXvTX5b62DyVtqTY2ZOyQ1-3inhtLd9cxOoLc60x5uBLDXuG5A7ocwYYIypno_AeunWIAt_MA_pS1EGGMEU7P6P9tLEEOg-NBs37aHUsy-8atbfnF4RLdTabVfg/s1600/newmagnolialeaves.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><div><b>Photo Scavenger Hunt</b><div>I am on a photo scavenger hunt! My journaling group is doing this for an inspiration gathering project. Maybe you want to give it a try, too! I would love to see what you find.</div><div>On the list of things to photograph: wood, plants, hand-made, creatures, pattern texture, man-made, metal, and letters. The goal is to photograph 3 or more of each of these items and share the pics on your blog or photo sharing site.</div><div>Here are some of my pictures I took today on our woodland walk.</div><div><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaeUI-fTeYB20Hpz8xWhLfJ5dqfYbHhTAmAmFHyN7MMYCPZDMmF6bi41caoDp85X-nhRafpy15l4elRCqN7UOM2d-FmJcLFMkExMp4bKjLTD45a3juhzNp2xTQSYO2STi6UHrouw/s1600/tuneup.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaeUI-fTeYB20Hpz8xWhLfJ5dqfYbHhTAmAmFHyN7MMYCPZDMmF6bi41caoDp85X-nhRafpy15l4elRCqN7UOM2d-FmJcLFMkExMp4bKjLTD45a3juhzNp2xTQSYO2STi6UHrouw/s320/tuneup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475655813599201714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLT8GZwNRvXszE7jQgzkwrffYbxVBJ9o8XdJi1Z-1TU2nHLPwtPdExWTq7Qpa7e7DLtWI22eeOJuexDT3CIqbmNziTYV1FXgu1pcsuQGxks6Ur0mNiruUE0I9oYe3ob2T0lwJLzw/s1600/stump.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-10411503138320884632010-05-25T11:05:00.000-07:002010-05-25T11:07:15.683-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidUeKfJBNlF5_Vazy_oYIWMwYs4JgwdZ1PSU4wWjtkjeEhZaq4iy1rNtPMdGw0sgKkmWaDZHuaCSdEF6KuNgwXOozgVfJqeHDCO2VIfex1vou0wacDLkteWHacDKNe9MgwVJVaFQ/s1600/emmadrawing003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidUeKfJBNlF5_Vazy_oYIWMwYs4JgwdZ1PSU4wWjtkjeEhZaq4iy1rNtPMdGw0sgKkmWaDZHuaCSdEF6KuNgwXOozgVfJqeHDCO2VIfex1vou0wacDLkteWHacDKNe9MgwVJVaFQ/s320/emmadrawing003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475270427514578466" /></a><br /><b>It Is Really Done</b><div>Oh, joy! My Emma picture is done!!! Thanks to the input of the Purveyors of Art, I now have a finished portrait I am very proud of. I am even officially removing the the question mark from the end of the title:<i> Emma</i>.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><i>step ball change....back step...shuffle, shuffle, hop...turn...and lunge</i></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Happy Dance done!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-36629883090819387942010-05-24T19:43:00.000-07:002010-05-24T20:02:36.355-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLHU2ThsKns85sBxwEWfAr2PJvNB9o_asllNAwwnRk6Z0yjzwX6dFpDdX0GXxmQHcJHcAKu5grz0884kh8EHfMLr931K-nOUSlKQZB1cvojD_0p0t4kcaUeZIu0l1vuHd8g0lM0Q/s1600/2010-05-23+10.27.27.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">The MS Gulf Coast Is Still the Place to Be</span></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; 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text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></b></div></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-83681364198048247242010-05-24T12:23:00.000-07:002010-05-24T12:28:37.604-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMQt0WnGxfdfHpfiyQ1XRo41CLeE1ibi8grdx0doWZ6MAWT-87XKWfg4C-baBzhyphenhyphenfXq6LXcBuvNHxGvrUbC3S2k-aF40TZ9WW0_LE7VUBk0r6ehRJfwprjdWFrdGljEXgfYdU4Mg/s1600/P1010025.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTwBN6humWCYTTNzesnizpM5eumrCk9kTnSXoF43X_Y9lS3FC0N6LRVl3RiQ_0w54LJDjWPU-B4MUCqsehvfPhS33lEYMY3_yBq5D_qYkQR8JVkw0TrypOEPlV67gYt5Z1BVU1gA/s1600/emmadrawing002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTwBN6humWCYTTNzesnizpM5eumrCk9kTnSXoF43X_Y9lS3FC0N6LRVl3RiQ_0w54LJDjWPU-B4MUCqsehvfPhS33lEYMY3_yBq5D_qYkQR8JVkw0TrypOEPlV67gYt5Z1BVU1gA/s320/emmadrawing002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474920110395583346" /></a><br /><b>A Feeling of Completeness Is Washing Over Me</b><div>I worked some more on my Emma drawing for my next class. I shaded the hat and worked more on the hair. I'm seeing the end.</div><div>Of course, I am sure my teacher will be able to show me some subtle and not-so-subtle changes that will really make this picture look finished. For now, I am very happy with my Emma rendition.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMQt0WnGxfdfHpfiyQ1XRo41CLeE1ibi8grdx0doWZ6MAWT-87XKWfg4C-baBzhyphenhyphenfXq6LXcBuvNHxGvrUbC3S2k-aF40TZ9WW0_LE7VUBk0r6ehRJfwprjdWFrdGljEXgfYdU4Mg/s320/P1010025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474920575516813122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-91912423955344575562010-05-23T19:19:00.000-07:002010-05-23T19:24:01.112-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCQDjYQyQkg9hykoK5FrzhC9U-L5TwzaPyDTK0hLQrqF8DUwF04cwu39wqUk_LJGkv62C-OX3a_I5Fd-odmRQ7iuCgKuzurijAYMHTL6XcLG7OBSdC23pUsqZoX4SQJ9ruvEMd2w/s1600/iamwhatiwanttobe.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCQDjYQyQkg9hykoK5FrzhC9U-L5TwzaPyDTK0hLQrqF8DUwF04cwu39wqUk_LJGkv62C-OX3a_I5Fd-odmRQ7iuCgKuzurijAYMHTL6XcLG7OBSdC23pUsqZoX4SQJ9ruvEMd2w/s320/iamwhatiwanttobe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474656112626439506" /></a><br /><b>Quote of the Day</b><div>There is only one quote from today. How can this one be topped? Evy, you are an example to us all.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Evy: "<i>I am what I want to be.</i>"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32078350.post-16075428336336492302010-05-21T19:52:00.001-07:002010-05-21T20:01:43.914-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPMLYfspasq-xpcEfLGoRVf4TWbh8TDrsgFAo_vRWDJkKR8CsP2CUm-Al5eAqBNj-wGf2oyUGAowPNI9Hg1MemLH2vmHGz_DySb9wB94K-xy-QKjVVxwd4b4iJ0kBDavwsyy9_w/s1600/ontheharth.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPMLYfspasq-xpcEfLGoRVf4TWbh8TDrsgFAo_vRWDJkKR8CsP2CUm-Al5eAqBNj-wGf2oyUGAowPNI9Hg1MemLH2vmHGz_DySb9wB94K-xy-QKjVVxwd4b4iJ0kBDavwsyy9_w/s320/ontheharth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473923713213691202" /></a><br /><b>Quotes of the Day</b><div><br /></div><div>I was discussing the new workout routine and the accompanying achey parts with my dad. As I sit down on his couch, I wince.<br />My dad says: "Now you know how your Daddy feels when he sits down."<br />My reply: "I'm trying to get a head start on being old."<br /><br />After a lengthy, laugh fest between Evy and Simon using twin-speak and copious silliness, Emma says: "We got to teach Simon and Evy to say real words."<br /><br />After a fun outing with the kids and returning home way past bedtime, I say: "Let's not loose it here at the end. Lose it or loose it either one."</div><div><br /></div><div>Me to Emma: "If your daddy tries to give you a hard time, just wiggle that remaining front tooth in front of him."</div><div>Joseph to Emma: "Don't do that. I'll faint."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883933950017720373noreply@blogger.com0