photo dump: triple digits edition

Dear East Coast, I’m sorry you are dealing with all that annoying wet stuff falling from the sky and saturating your neck of the woods. What is it that you call it? Oh, yeah, rain. I think I heard of rain before. I might have even seen it…then again, I don’t know for sure. Perhaps it’s just what I seen on the evening news. Meanwhile we are hot here in the Central Valley and pretty much everywhere on the West Coast. Very hot. Very dry, miserable hot with sticky clouds up above that only offer dry lightning strikes in the mountains because what’s one more raging wild fire right now?

Whatever!

We’re going over to Casa de Scarborough-Jacques because they have a pool and it’s hot…freaking, broiling hot.

Yeah, this will work. This will work out just fine.

At the end of the day the added bonus for Hollie and Ben…

…sleepy water babies.

photo dump #disney60thanniversary edition

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Just in case you missed it, Disneyland has been celebrating it’s 60th anniversary this past weekend in a very big way. So in honor of the diamond celebration of the Happiest Place on Earth, I give you a Big Top photo dump of just a very, very small slice of Disneyland memories with my circus act.

1992: The first time is always the most magical time; at least it was for me because it was my first visit ever to The Happiest Place on Earth. Yes, further proof that I was a completely deprived child. Living on Food Stamps and government cheese is okay but to have never visited Disneyland until you are 30 years old?…unreal! But the magic continued as this was the visit where Hollie discovered that, yes, all the balloons she let go to float away did indeed fly to Disneyland and she met one of her best friends for the very first time.

2000: Zoë’s first visit where she was not a sleeping infant who missed the entire Disney experience and where she posed for the picture that she would pose for every single time she has ever visited Disneyland. We will not discuss how sad she is that Toon Town will be no more.

2000- A few months later, we discover just how awesome Disneyland can be when you leave the kids behind!

2007- Are you triplets?, Captain Jack Sparrow asked. He should see them now, the four sisters.

2008- Celebrating the normal milestones because they are a big, fat, freaking deal. Then there is my baby boy’s adorable 7 year old toothless smile…oh my heart!

2008- True story, 6 people got in line behind us to buy Mickey Hands after Daniel demonstrated just how magical they really are.

2009- That one time Hazel Faye walked for the very first time…Disneyland is magic, I tell you!

2010: Ho-Hum, just another half marathon, the 4th one, this time in Disneyland. You just can not imagine how thrilling this moment was.

2013: That one time Disneyland was literally his big sister’s backyard so Daniel flew down to LA by himself to visit big sister, Zoë, and naturally, they played in her backyard.

2015: Home…a home away from home. Thank you Disneyland for all the magic, all the memories. We can’t wait to make more. Just please stop raising the ticket prices so we, and pretty much every other family can!

 

photo dump 2-9-15 edition

I may not be writing much lately but I am taking pictures.

There is that at least.

Colds and flu season…sigh!

Bridesmaid gown acquired. Little sister will be pleased.

So apparently Starbucks and Match have joined together to help me meet someone? Um…no one tell my husband?

I might have a problem. Then again, most runners I know have a similar problem…worse even. By the way, I crushed that long run this past weekend and then I ate all the Chicken Alfredo Baked Ziti.

Actually I did save some for the family including Hazel who declared it all to be delicious…except the mushroom.

Meanwhile, not even her favorite, Queen Elsa, could wake up Fallon to come join the family for dinner.

Cavity inducing bedtime moments like these are truly the best.

And this. A Sunday well spent brings a week of content.

I sure do hope so!

Happy Monday y’all!

 

a year of selfies and more

Remember when I declared, “Hello, this is me.”?

And then I went on to share for six months. One hundred eighty one days I shared with the webs a whole lot of self-indulgent selfie love and selfie indifference and selfie loathing. And, when I didn’t know what to do I shared my feet.

This is stupid, I thought.

This is hard.

I’m sure people are rolling their eyes and clucking their tongues. I can think of at least two…perhaps three.

Then again, who cares what one or two or three people really think. What do I think?

Well, I still think this is hard. I still am having a hard time being creative with a selfie. But I am learning. I’m learning to kind of like the way the camera reflects back at me…at least my iPhone camera extended arms length away from me…with the occasional Instagram filtering…Valencia is my favorite.

Keep going, I say to myself.

One more month.

Okay?

And that is exactly what I did. I also chopped off ALL of my hair because…why not?

And after six months, one hundred eighty one days of nothing but me, I pointed the camera around me…and sometimes back at me because…just because. I’m not as afraid of that image of me that the lens captures as I used to be. I might even like it just a little bit.

Still the story remained my story through my lens.

A good story, a bad story, my story all the same.

Every day there was something to see, something to say, something to share.

A story that, it seems, some actually have enjoyed.

A photo a day, every day. Mostly of me; but sometimes with lens pointed away from me. All my story, my life, my 2014.

Of course the story goes on because life, it goes on. You’re more than welcome to follow along. If anything you can watch how fast my hair grows before my sister’s wedding in August because, yes, there will be the occasional selfie.

 

 

 

blogtography 2014 edition

What a year, really! Ups and downs, ins and outs, milestones, laughter, tears, fears, celebrations, goodbyes and lots and lots of pictures to remember the memories made along the way. Here are fourteen because it was 2014.

car rides, spicy food and serious conversations

stopping the motion

homework help

promping v. 2014

because everyone was personally victimized by Regina George

I’m with you kid, let’s go

searching the crowd

for the daddy I love

all we really need to know we learned at dance competitions

inclusion, exclusion, privacy, the 1st day of school, and, sigh, picking the battles

life as the plumber’s wife

are you that blogger?

photo dump: walkabout edition

Santa nails it

Just fourteen moments of 2014 captured and blogged. Let’s not even begin to discuss how hard it was for me to choose.

And one more…

Early Sunday morning Buster said goodbye crossing over the Rainbow Bridge peacefully in his sleep. He was a good dog, a very good dog even if he was notoriously camera shy literally walking away almost every time I came around with my camera.. For 12 years he was a big brother to Daniel teasing and playing with Daniel in the way that only brothers do. He was a loyal companion to Bill. A playmate for Zoë. A fierce protector for us all guarding against every UPS or Fed Ex delivery truck and short bus that stopped at The Big Top. Buster’s passing indeed cast a pall over our family circus. He is missed and will be missed always and forever.

Okay, wipe your tears. Go hug your fur babies, your babies, family, friends and lovers. Happy New Year to us all! May 2015 be filled with happiness, kindness, love and much more laughter than tears.