Monday, October 29, 2012

To die for Photography Blogs

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Hurricane Sandy has come to us. In blasts and gusts. Kaishon was extremely pleased with this unexpected 2 day break from school until he learned we couldn't leave the house and would have hours and hours free from power. 

Currently he is reading a book about former presidents. I finally persuaded him to take a shower. He wasn't sure it was necessary since he wasn't going to school in the morning. I advised him that daily showers are always a good idea. He disagrees.

 Recently I read a question about someone asking what photography blogs people would recommend. I can't remember where I read that question, but I thought it a brilliant one and I wanted to share some of my favorite photography blogs.



A fine art wedding photographer who uses film.
He posts beautiful weddings.
His images are breathtaking.
Romantic.




A fun husband+wife team.
Not conventional.
Brilliant.



She uses film sometimes.
She has a myriad of cameras.
She sees things other people don't notice.
I never know what to expect when I click on her link.



She captures real life.
Imperfections and all.
I love her style and her general outlook on life.



A Philadelphia area photographer.
Specializes in weddings.
Very creative.



Whimsical.
Unique.
Lovely.



Every day moments.
Real and perfect.
Lots of love found here.



Different and sweet.
Unique and creative.
Childhood captured beautifully.
 
 
 
Jason is bold and quirky.
Different and fun.
The only thing I don't like about this blog is that I can't comment.
You know me, I like to talk!
 
Do you have any favorites?
Do tell!
We still don't have power but we survived Hurricane Sandy.
We are praying for all of the people at the Jersey Shore who lost everything.
 

Thursday, October 25, 2012

binders full of women

 


Binders full of women. 
That was definitely the funniest moment of the political race so far for me.
 Forget about binders full or women for a second though. I have to tell you about Kaishon's binders full of papers. 
Last school year the child went through 7 notebooks. 
I kid you not. 
7!

So, this year I bought the sturdiest binder I could find. It was not sturdy enough to hold women, but it was definitely sturdy. 
And here it is, October 25. 
Just 2 months after school has begun and lo and behold, Kaishon needed a new binder. 

I have never met someone that went through binders like this kid. 
He thinks he needs to keep every single piece of paper his teachers give him. 
Cross your fingers that this binder lasts more than 2 months. 

Love, {broke because of binders} Becky

P.S. This post is so good. I love everything Miz Booshay writes. She is wise. And compassionate. Most of all, she is a good Mom.

It is entirely possible I won't survive adolescence

9.11.12

Or, I guess I should say, It is entirely possible I won't survive Kaishon going through adolescence.
 
Oh. My. Goodness.
 
I call my mom almost every morning and say, there is no way I was like this, is there?
 
She says yes.
 
I think she just forgot how angelic I was.
She must be thinking of my sister or brother because there is just no way I was ever like this...
 
Hope you have a wonderful day that is free of any adolescent issues ; ).
 

Friday, October 12, 2012

the dark side :: the Creativity Project :: October

I had high hopes for this month's theme.
Visions of ogres and vampires and bats.
And here it is, almost midnight, and there is not an ogre or a vampire to be found.
I searched my pictures for all the dark moments.
We don't have too many dark moments.
Or maybe we do, but I just don't photograph them.
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As always, you are going to want to follow our circle all the way through!
Scarlett comes next and she has never disappointed me yet.
We would love if you have a 'dark' picture to share on our facebook wall.
Come on, astound us!

Monday, October 8, 2012

Growth (2010)

4.12.10 Today, Today we went to the park and played hard. Kaishon got his favorite treat on the way home. A nice cold Sprite. What is your favorite kind of soda? 5.4.10 Today, Today we blew on dandelions and made wishes. Kaishon wished for a trip to the toy store. Shoshi wished for a piece of pizza. I wished for the perfect day to last forever. None of us got our wishes : (4.15.10 Snacks, It is true. The hands down favorite snack in our house is chocolate chip cookies. It's a good thing that they are one of the only things I can make :). What is the favorite snack at your house? 5.10.10 Today, Today I celebrate my Mom! The best Mom in the whole wide world. She makes me believe that anything is possible. I treasure her. 'Every beetle is a gazelle in the eyes of its mother.'  ~Moorish Proverb5.5.10 Umbrella Day, Before school started in September Kaishon and Jonathon were testing out their new umbrellas. They couldn't wait to use them! We haven't had a very rainy spring. It has been in the 90's this week in Pennsylvania. Crazy weather for May, right?
6.24.10, Remember, we all stumble, every one of us.  That's why it's a comfort to go hand in hand.  ~Emily KimbroughHello there Summer! Welcome back. Welcome back.6.7.10 Today, I finally got some pictures of my Kaish enlarged and framed. How long do you think they will sit here? I am guessing at least 2 weeks! What a fun weekend. No time for picture hanging!

6.28.10 Monday, What was the bull doing in the pasture with his eyes closed?Bull-dozin'7.2.10 Today, We miss him!
 
Isn't it funny how our lives change as time goes by?
 
 
 

Sunday, October 7, 2012

sisters


My sister is a
nuisance...
My sister is a pain.
If it were up
to me
I'd leave her
outside in the rain.

But don't you
tease My Sister
or be mean to
her at all,
cause I'll stick up
for my baby sis
cause she
thinks I'm
10 feet tall.

by Patsy Gaut

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.



Do you know what is special about this sentence?

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.

It uses every letter in the english language.

Happy Wednesday.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

A normal day

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I am going to try to post every day in October.
I miss blogging.
I miss you.
Yep, you!
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Gary just asked me to send him this picture of Kenya, so I figured it was blog worthy.
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When Gary opened his email he made fun of the little poem that goes out with all my emails.
He said he refuses to read it because it is too many sentences.
I told him he is not getting any more emails from me if he doesn't read the poem.
I don't think he cares.
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Kaish is getting new glasses tomorrow.
Did I tell you he has been wearing them for 2 weeks with just one arm?
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True story.
I swear I meant to call the first day they broke.
My mom skills totally amaze me.
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My Dad stopped over on his way home from work tonight.
He gave me a hug.
Some advice.
Love.
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He always gives me love.
When I feel like a failure, he tells me I rock.
(Well, he doesn't actually say "You rock" because he says things like swell and super, but I know swell and super pretty much equal "You rock.")
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When I feel discouraged and sad, he tells me I am the best girl in the world.
When I mess up, he helps me think of a solution.
I don't know what I would do without him.
He also checks my oil.
Isn't that a great Dad thing to do?
I really have the best one.
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The best Daddy.
The best husband.
And the very best kid in all the land.
Ending this post tonight feeling blessed and thankful!
Tell me something sweet your Dad does for you.
I'm curious.
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Oh, here is the poem that is too long for Gary to read:
‘Normal day,
let me be aware of the treasure you are. 
Let me learn from you,
love you,
bless you before you depart. 
Let me not pass you by
in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. 
Let me hold you while I may,
for it may not always be so. 
One day I shall dig my nails into the earth,
or bury my face in the pillow,
or stretch myself taut,
or raise my hands to the sky and want,
more than all the world, your return. 
~Mary Jean Iron
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