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It’s Just Like Home Movies Only Better

I realize there isn’t anything worse than an amateur with a camera. One suffers through all the shots politely and thinks, gah, if I have to look at ONE.MORE.PHOTO! I know this. Fortunately for me I surround myself with people who know how to use a camera. Unfortunately for you my keiki, my amateur status didn’t prevent me from slapping my money down for the coveted Canon Rebel. I’ve lusted after this baby for a loooong while. I apologize in advance. Take heart in the fact that I’m going to enroll in Digital Photography 101. I promise.

Until then, you suffer.


This is me on drugs.

Finally! I got my new toy. I’ve put it off for a long while because it just seemed like stupid money to spend when I’ve got a child going into college along with the boy-child who we hope like crazy will want to go to school in the near future so, you know, the camera was on the back burner.

But no longer! I just have to say, merci beaucoup Tonton Gilbert. Bisous!

I’m on a wee little high right now…

To Be Clear

The girl-child wanted me to make it clear that she is not “Fifi” even though I’ve used her picture in the banner. Normally I refer to Georgie as “Fifi” or “Fi”.  Miss J was insulted.  So….

Please note, Miss J is Miss J. Georgie is “Fifi”.  ppffttt…  I think Miss J’s going to be an attorney. She wants everything in writing.

Buckets of Rain

Neko Case-Buckets of Rain

Buckets of Rain by Bob Dylan

Buckets of rain
Buckets of tears
Got all them buckets comin’ out of my ears.
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand,
I got all the love, honey baby,
You can stand.

I been meek
And hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke.
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear,
If you want me, honey baby,
I’ll be here.

Like your smile
And your fingertips
Like the way that you move your lips.
I like the cool way you look at me,
Everything about you is bringing me

Little red wagon
Little red bike
I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like.
I like the way you love me strong and slow,
I’m takin’ you with me, honey baby,
When I go.

Life is sad
Life is a bust
All ya can do is do what you must.
You do what you must do and ya do it well,
I’ll do it for you, honey baby,
Can’t you tell?

It’s that kind of day. Well, the buckets of rain part. The dogs aren’t going to be happy when they learn that their walk has been postponed again. Before you start to feel sorry for them picture me placating the 110 lb chocolate lab, it isn’t pretty. Feel sorry for me. Thanks.

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning so anything I could possibly have to say isn’t conducive to a happy universe. I just wanted to surface and say hello because it’s been a while; I’ve been neglectful.

I’ll leave you with Neko’s twang. it’s too cute.

Muchos aloha my keiki. Enjoy the rain day. Love to all.

Happy Mother’s Day…

…to all the mothers out there, especially to my own who is out there, up there, somewhere- always close to my heart.

A Meme…A Book Meme…The Best Kind.

From Clairebell, or, Miss Photog as I like to call her. Anyhoo, she tagged me and as I’m entrenched in my latest find I was happy to play. Here it is.

1. Pick up the nearest book of 123 pages or more. No cheating!
2. Find page 123.
3. Find the first five sentences.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people.

From Strange Piece of Paradise by Terri Jentz

“He wanted out of the room, but he couldn’t leave her alone until her parents had returned from their errands. Sunlight slanted in through the small panes of the lead-glass windows. It was the Fourth of July holiday, one of the most humid summer afternoons the Chicago suburbs could dish up.”

Now this is the part I know I will have a hard time delivering. I’ve stopped cultivating fellow bloggers by my inattention to my own blog so I don’t know 5 other bloggers to tag. I’ll tag two and the two that I do tag can most certainly play or not play, whichever strikes their fancy! I tag Miss Basil and Miss Marylin. I’d tag Sari but she’s disappeared somewhere. Hopefully working on her wedding plans.

Aloha “ouch” Friday

This post will be short as my left index finger is still sore. What happened you ask? Yes you did, you asked. Well. Wednesday afternoon I hurried when I should taken my sweet-bippy time. Rotary cutter in my right hand, I zipped when I should have carefully rolled. I zipped across my left index finger taking off a 1/4 inch slice of finger and nail. Brilliant. I thought, look at all that blood near my material. Crap. Then I thought about my deformed finger and how I should probably look for the little piece. I then called for J to get my Kaiser card and started laughing. What else could I do? It hurt like a _______ (insert any expletive, I used them all).

Miss J was afraid to leave me alone yesterday, “What if you need me to drive you to emergency?” Squirmish little thing. I’ve probably scarred her for life. As I look at my finger today it doesn’t look so bad and it’ll probably heal fine but the killer? I wasn’t able to clear all the blood out of my fabric. That piques me. Puis nez.

Duke Ellington-Happy Anatomy

I wish for you, my keiki, a smooth weekend starting with a wonderful Aloha Friday. Me, I’m hiding all the sharp objects. Love to all. Be good, be brave.