heaven.

If you read my profile...you will know how this is complete heaven to me. My dear, sweet friend Michelle brought these by last night. She must love me. Guess what we had for dessert last night and breakfast this morning? She trusts me so much that she even tried to give the whole slim-jim thing a shot a few months ago. She gagged. It must be an acquired taste. :) Thank you so much Michelle!

it's done...

OK...I did it...the link is on the right, or here. I'd love if you would go look and see what you think. Thanks!

help me out here...

OK...I am thinking lately that I need to get some of my photos out there. People often ask me if I have a portfolio they can look at (I get it...I would TOTALLY want to see some images before I hired a photographer). I have some, they just aren't accessible to people. I have books at my house, files on my computer, but I haven't crossed over to the internet. Quite frankly, I'm afraid. I don't want people looking at them and wondering why I am actually charging people. I don't want people who are better than me getting a laugh out of my stuff. There is ALWAYS somebody better out there. I don't want people to look at what I consider art, as off center, out of focus...(ie. the picture below). I guess what I need is a pep talk. I'm scared. Do I just post them on my blog here, create a separate blog that I link people to? Help. Talk me through this BIG change. Here are a few of my favorites from the past few weeks. Thanks for reading my entire rant. Love you.

mmmm, bubbles...

Yeah...she ate them.

i can't fight this feelin'...

So the kids and I went with some friends to see this movie today. Don't know why we waited so long. I was really pleased. I think they were too. Steve Carell...hilarious...always. Jim Carrey was awesome...and Carol Burnett...need I say more? We loved it. There was a scene at the end where Horton and the Mayor sing a duet. REO Speedwagon to be exact. I can't fight this feelin'. I was consumed with memories. This was basically THE song of my pre-teen years. Tracy and I would sit by the radio in the kitchen all day waiting for it to come on. If one of us wanted to go outside and play, the other kept watch (or listen, I guess). If we heard it, we stopped everything, sprinted outside to tell the other, then sat together and dreamt of some lucky fellow. I love you Tracy. :)

grandpa...

Here's a brief synopsis of our time with Grandpa. We had a GREAT weekend with him visiting from Delaware. I'm realizing now that these pictures are in reverse chronological order. I'm STILL now totally getting the blogger thing. :(

Lizzy and her Grandpa Temple. I almost want to explode looking at how much love they have for eachother in their faces. Their eyes. I think Grandpa may have a thing for this gentle little girl.

This is what you will see most of the time he is visiting. A camera up to his face. I learned from the best!

Dinner at the restaurants of our (make that MY) choice every single night. My two must haves were steak and fish. Both expensive, rare visits for us. It was such a treat. Seriously. For a family who tries not to eat out much...for whatever reason...SUCH a treat! Dad is all about the good food. I think I got that from him too!

Walking to pick up the kids from school Friday (their LAST day). Molly couldn't get enough of Grandpa. She and Emily were borderline smothering him the whole time. They just love him so much. Molly would have some serious conversations with him too...she has gotten ALL of her vocabulary since he saw her last.

The kids came home from their last day of school with all sorts of treasures. Notebooks, journals, portfolios. I know Grandpa was interested, but he was tired too. Emily and I noticed at least 5 drift-offs while Lizzy shared her binder. He tried so hard. He really did. We wore him ragged.

Last but not least, the river trail. They love it. Until they notice just how many mosquitos are out there.

Thanks for coming Dad. We loved having you here!

memories...

Sorry for all the 70's pictures...but these are really making me happy today.

I'm telling you...we lived in costumes of some sort. There were daily dances, plays, parades. We would charge people...and they would pay! This is my oldest sister Lisa (now one of my dearest friends) taking a picture of her goofy baby sisters.

I love these girls SO much. I am so grateful and proud that they are my sisters. We look pretty rough here, don't we? Sweating it out at Seaside Heights N.J.

Showtime! Tracy and I with our neighbor's granddaughter Katherine (I think?). If you'd like to know where we got the robes, I'll get some #'s for you. :)