February photo - Day 6

Go figure - we have had amazing, sunshine-y, almost spring weather for the past four days.


Today, the photo challenge is to take a picture of the sun.


And...it's raining.  All day. 

This is the closest I got to sunshine.  Look - right there. Just barely peeking through the trees. Wait - oh, you missed it. 

Back to the sun lamp for me.

February Photo a Day - Day 6 (because I missed day 5!)

Dinner.

Funny enough - this challenge is taking place when my husband is out of town.

My oldest is working.  Its just me and the baby home for dinner.

There is no cooking going on tonight - dinner might consist of a bowl of Cap'n Crunch.  For both of us.

So, to save face, here is a picture of a dinner I did cook a few nights ago.

Low Calorie mini - lasagnas.  Thank you, Pinterest!!

February Photo a Day - Day 4

A stranger...

I felt a little weird thinking of taking a picture of a complete stranger.

Would they think I was a stalker?

Then I saw this guy....

holding a sign, claiming to be disabled.  He was missing his right arm and holding his sign with the left hand, asking for money.

I am the first person to be willing to help someone in need. Especially a vet.

What you can't see in the picture is the form under his jacket, where his right arm is actually hidden.

This guy needs his ass kicked. By a one legged retired veteran.

Feb Photo per day - Day #3

Take a picture of hands..

Hmm....whose hands?  My hands?   My kids' hands?

How about the hands I see at work every day?

You're in good hands!

Feb photo a day - day 2 Some pretty special words

Todays mail brought a few surprises for our family. First, I received my 50th anniversary edition of "To Kill A Mockingbird". So excited!! I've waited for this since Dcember!

The second surprise for us was an acceptance letter from Washington State Univerity for my oldest. It was her first acceptance letter. Her excitement was barely dampened by the fact it is her last choice for school. To know that someone wanted her was enough for her.

But wait...someone does want her. Me. I want her to be seven again, learning to ride her bike. Or laying on the sofa with me watching "rug rats" on Nickelodeon. Or waiting in line at the theater for hours before opening night for the newer Mary-Kate and Ashley movie.

For the first time, it's real to me. She's going to be graduating soon and heading off to school. Don't know how far way yet, but I do know this: I won't be hearing these special words as much:

"see you at home, Mom. Love you"

February Photo a Day - Day 1

Well, I must say.  For how long its been since we've seen each other, you haven't changed a bit. Still the same.  Frozen in time. 

Me, on the other hand... not so much.   Some changes are good, like getting into shape.  Some changes, I could do without - like every day waking up to a new gray hair.  


I've missed you!


I'm having fun playing with a challenge from Chantelle's blog over at Fat Mum Slim http://www.fatmumslim.com.au/.   It's a photo a day for the month of February. I'm a day behind (story of my life) but I'll catch up!


Check it out...sounds like a super fun challenge. 

Here is my picture from day 1:  my view today.

Emotional

Why is it that when a guy has a bad day, he gets to be left alone with his XBOX and his Call of Duty video game that lets him relieve his stress by blowing up people on TV?

But when a woman has a bad day, she is "emotional".    But wait...that doesn't mean leave her alone with her cup of coffee and a Martha Stewart magazine so she can lose herself in dreams of clean house, perfectly organized storage areas, and well planned dinner menus.  It means she gets told that she's "emotional".  Followed by "oh honey, what time are we eating?"

Of course, I'm venting.  No one really asked me what time we were eating.  Just what was for dinner.

My return to the blogosphere is prompted by a need to vent. Not to anyone in particular; just to vent.  Because my emotions are getting the best of me, apparently.  Could be true, I suppose.  But when I come home from work and see DD#1 laying in the same groove on the sofa that she occupies EVERY DAY after school, I feel my blood pressure rise.  When my eyes scan over to the recycling bin and I see the cardboard boxes literally falling out of the area, I'm about to blow.  And then DD#2's piles of dolls, my little ponies, AND cheerleading pom poms STILL scattered about the living room where they had been left three days ago...I lose it.   Steam coming out of my ears, I march into the living room to address both girls. 


But then I stop myself. Because I know I'm emotional.  And I don't like the first words being said to me in a day to be grumpy ones. 
So I start my rant with "I don't mean to walk in the door and come unglued, BUT...."

Considerate, right? 

I guess being "emotional" can work both ways...lol