I love my digi camera! and it’s just sick how many pictures I can take. I am contantly having to buy cds to burn them so I can free up hard drive space.
Check out my photos: http://www.flickr.com/photos/my_starynyte/
Ikea is awesome, I LOVE shopping there. Check out their website, I think you can order their catalogue there.
I went to my brother in law’s family reunion Saturday, have gone to them for years. They are a happy crowd that knows how to let loose, and have fun. I’m always the family photographer and stand by watching and taking pictures while everyone else is dancing. Well my camera battery died at just the right time! The DJ put on “The Electric Slide” I’ve alllllways wanted to learn how to do it, and never had the nerver to get up and try until Saturday. I jumped right in, hell my 4 year old niece was doing it! why not me too! I got some well needed instruction and had a blast, and didn’t care if I looked stupid because I couldn’t do it right.
A little later they did the Soul Train, where everyone lines up in two lines, and room is left in the middle, then someone on each side takes turns dancing down the middle. For the FIRST time I danced down the middle! My family cheered me as I went, “Go Cherri, Go Cherri” It was SOOOO much fun, and I can’t wait to do it again!
It makes me happy to see people smile when I take their picture. When I hike through the woods alone and find the most interesting things because I can take my time and not worry about being rushed by someone. Check out my photos :0)
I spend time with my niece and nephew every weekend. They are the light in my life. I am so happy when I’m with them. Watching them grow, and learn is just amazing. When I arive at their house and Alyssa (4 yrs old) runs to me with open arms yelling, “Aunt Cherrrrrri!!!!!” my heart overflows with love, and I feel so complete, or when my 1 yr old nephew falls alseep in my arms and I gaze at his peaceful little face, I know there could be nothing more perfect.
I’d rather be single than be in a dead end relationship, or be mistreated, or disrespected. Until a man can prove to me he deserves my time, I’m happy and perfectly content being single :0)
I found it by complete accident, sent an email for more information, heard back from the director within a few days, spoke to him on the phone, set up an interview, it went well, and wha la! I’m in!
I am SO excited about this opportunity. I will learn so much, and my work will be alllll over Baltimore! YEAAAAAA! Not to mention this will look awesome on my resume.
The cool crisp sheets feel so good against my skin.
If I try to sleep in clothes, pj’s, whatever, they get all twisted up and I wake up mad. It’s less laundry to wash too he he he.
I enjoy it a lot, although it doesn’t seem to have all the bells n whistles as Safari. Unless I’ve just not figured it all out yet…
I like how you can save all your tabs, and it loads MUCH faster than Safari too.
A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushesover the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target.
We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.
The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in, “Mom, let’s run through the rain,” she said. “What?” Mom asked.
“Let’s run through the rain!” She repeated.
“No, honey. We’ll wait until it slows down a bit,” Mom replied.
This young child waited about another minute and repeated, “Mom, let’s run through the rain.”
“We’ll get soaked if we do,” Mom said.
“No, we won’t, Mom. That’s not what you said this morning,” the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom’s arm.
“This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?”
“Don’t you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer. You said, “If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything.”
The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn’t hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes. Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child’s life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.
“Honey, you are absolutely right. Let’s run through the rain. If God let’s us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing,” Mom said.
Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.
And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.
Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories… So, don’t forget to make time and take opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.
I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.
p.s. The little redhead wasn’t me. A dear friend sent this to me.
I met him online through a penpal site over 10+ years ago. Rudy has been a good friend to me, and one day I hope to travel to Amsterdam to meet him, his family, and visit the museums together.
Had no clue where I was going, just that I needed to be near the ocean. I ended up in Cape May New Jersey. I took the Ferry across and sat on the beach and cried for hours, found a hotel for the night, called my worried family, then went home the next morning. If I had the money I’d do it again, and stay longer.
If you like me and most artists, you have TONS of crap! LOL Try to be organized. Ikea has great shelves, and containers for holding all your stuff. I like to use shoe boxes too, you can even decorate them, labeling them is a good idea too. I try to keep all my junk organized sepperately (jewlery making, print refs., drawing/illustration tools, etc.)
Good luck :0)
p.s. Wont it be hotter than hell in there with a clear roof!? Oh MY!
My only child was murdered at the young age of 19. I had him shortly after turning 17 and made a lot of mistakes as a teen mother, however I recognise I did some things right too. I wish I could go back and do so many things differently, be a better mother to him, make better choices for us, and maybe he would be alive today. I miss him SO much! I don’t know how to forgive myself, or him for getting himself killed. I don’t know how to let go of the anger or the pain and move on with life.
I designed my own tattoo, it’s on my wrist. Didn’t even hurt! This idea came to me through a spiritual gift. To try and remind myself of the incredible message sent to me from my son in Heaven, I had it tattood on my wrist so that I would see it all the time and remeber the message he sent me. Oddly enough though, it doesn’t help miss him any less, or move forward in this journy of grief.
