Tuesday, January 31, 2012

January photo challenge... complete!

So...
I totally broke up with Twitter for Instagram.
Because let's face it, pictures are pretty and words are, how do I say it... NOISY.

My life is noisy.  I wanted less info.  More pretty.  I like pretty.
Plus I like taking pictures with my phone.  A lot a lot a lot.  Enough to make my poor big camera all sad and abandoned.  Doesn't help that it is still fighting with my computer.

But back to Instagram...

When I saw this little photo challenge come through my feed I thought it would be fun.  An interesting way to start the new year.  Some structure to the picture a day 365 (or 366 this year) plan that I start every year, then eventually, often quickly, quit.

Some days I absolutely loved it.  Thinking of different ways to interpret the daily prompt.  Other days I groaned as things like mailboxes, on day four, filled my feed.  Really?  Mailboxes?  Lots of mailboxes?  The paranoid part of me did not want to snap a pic of mine, because who knows what murderer is one step away from a Dateline story as soon as they know where I live.  Because all he was waiting for was a pic of my mailbox to carry out his evil plan.

Then there was the inside of your fridge day.  Ugh...  Until I found kindred food friends who had things chilling, like my beloved almond milk, Cholula, and Sriracha.  Less murdery.  More hungry.

I am fairly certain that I have never actually done something for 31 days straight.  It might be a small accomplishment, but for this A.D.D. quitter, it is a big deal.  As for the February challenge, I make no promises.  But this happy January grid is off to be printed and maybe even put in a little scrapbook.

Unless I quit before that project even starts...


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Edited to add a little how to for the above collage.  A little overly complicated how to.  Because I rig stuff.  I know just enough about a lot of things to get by.  But not enough of one thing, to make it easy.  This would be easy in Photoshop if I knew Photoshop.  But I don't.

So here you go:

I knew I wanted it to be square, so I mapped it out on a piece of paper.
To break it down, I knew I needed nine 4x4 boxes.  I spread out the white boxes strategically.

Then each day I added the text to the photos with the Phonto app.

I made the 4x4 collages with the PicFrame app.

Then I uploaded the nine 4x4 collages to Picnik (R.I.P).

Next, I sent it back to myself, added the January 2012 text with Phonto (totally hate all of the Picnik fonts).

Then I sent it off to be printed as a 12x12.

So you have it.  My seemingly way too many step process to make a big old collage.  Good luck!

Feel like jumping in and snapping your way through February?
I am going to be using the fun prompts thought up by my friends Erin and April.
Join me!



Monday, January 30, 2012

Check one off the bucket list.

I am a kid of the 1970's.
Many of my favorite childhood memories are wrapped up in adventures ventured in my parent's blue VW bubble top camper van.
 Jiffy Pop on the stove, curling up with dozens of books under my Winnie the Pooh sleeping bag, up in the loft,

our dog Daisy, campfires, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, Dinty Moore stew, the orange canvas Coleman tent, swimming, hiking...

Memories are made camping and road tripping.
Happy, magical memories.

So once in a while I troll Craigslist, checking out prices on VW buses.  Dreaming of owning our own.  Knowing that we had two too many kids to make it a reality, and the fact that I know ZERO about fixing cars.  But I still kept dreaming.

My bucket list has many realistic and a slightly few crazy things on it.

One is to own a VW bus.
Now I can check it off.

 I headed off to VW Surfari, wrote a check, and picked up my dream.
He showed me all of it's features, how everything worked, how tricky the ignition was, how different it was to drive than a normal car, then sent me on my way.
Nervously trembling, I drove off.
Stalled even.
But the windows were down, the sun was shining and I was driving what I thought was once an impossibility.

I was the proud new owner of a gorgeous red VW camper.
(For twenty four glorious hours.)

For this glorious shoot with DrewB.
More to come.
(I KNOW!!!!!!!!!)

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Ten.

Today we are celebrating Joy's tenth birthday.
Wondering what birthday parties are like in heaven.
Pondering what life would be like if she was still here with us.
Thankful for her story, her legacy, and how her short life transformed us in so many ways.

Happy Birthday to our beautiful firstborn!


Monday, January 23, 2012

Hello Monday.

Brought to you by the letter S.
Hello Shane.
Hello seven hours of sleep.
Hello sweet dreams.
Hello surviving.

(Thank you so much for your prayers and advice.  We have had a few great nights. Last weekend I was ready to run away.  This weekend I feel like I can rejoin the land of human beings once again.  We changed his probiotics to BioGaia and are giving him looooooong baths every night.  He is happier.  We are happier.  Hooray!!!!)

Say Hello with Lisa Leonard.


Wednesday, January 11, 2012

I've got nothing.

Nothing.
I can function on a rather large sleep debt.
But the economy has nothing on how dang gosh darn (I would cuss here if I was into such things) sleep deprived I am.

I know things like the exact second the nearest Starbucks drive thru opens.
My pajamas and I love the guts out of that Starbucks drive thru.
I know what a sunrise looks like.  Or more specifically what 100 sunrises look like.
I know that immediately after said sunrise, fifty billion crows fly from the hills to the right of me over to someplace to the left of me as I drive home from my beloved Starbucks drive thru.
A live reenactment of Hitchcock's The Birds is a bit much to take on a few hours of sleep.  Believe you me.

This charming boy, with his big eyes and obscenely long eyelashes (same eyelashes that I throw down money to get glued on to my peepers) does not sleep.

He did sleep.  He slept brilliantly.
The kind of baby that makes you want to punch a new mom in the face, when you ask how their two month old is sleeping.
He slept.  I slept.  I got used to sleeping.  We had a really good thing going.

Then he got sick.
Bad sick.
Scary sick.
Pertussis sick.

A gnarly baby Z-pack kicked those tiny ugly germs to the curb.  But his need for sleep hitched a ride along with them.

When his need for sleep went on vacation, so did my ability to form a coherent thought.  Or sentence.  Or ability to remember ANYTHING.  Or really do much of anything.  It's hilarious how many emails are languishing in my inbox.  Or how much laundry/ paperwork/ everything in the universe/ is piling up.  By hilarious, I mean, totally NOT HILARIOUS.  More like scary.  Freaky scary.  Pull the covers over my head scary.  If I could actually be in a position to pull covers over my head.  Which would mean sleep.  Which would be amazing.

So help a sleep starved sister out...
I am working on a FAQ section of the blog here, and to do that I suppose I need to know what the FAQ are, you know, since I have forgotten them all.

Is there something that you were dying to know?
Something that I have or haven't blabbed about yet?
Ask away.

Just don't ask for baby sleep training advice.  Because that is something I suddenly know nothing about. Not a thing.  I can get my 7.75 year old to nap just fine.  But the baby human in the house has thrown everything that worked previously, violently out the window.

Plus, it will give me something to post.  Since as of late, I haven't had much to say.
Besides, you know, HE DOES NOT SLEEP.

P.S.  If you are one of those parents who swear that going from three kids to four kids is NBD, I think that you are a dirty rotten liar.  Or I want some of whatever you are having.  Because it is a VERY BIG DEAL!!!!!

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Insta-December

A peek into what December looked like around here.
A full, happy, busy, month.




















 Link up your everyday with Insta-Friday's at Life Rearranged.
life rearranged


Sunday, January 1, 2012

Happy 2012.


A new year.
Full of so much possibility.

Let this year be full of beautiful things.