attention – Living, Loving, Laughing….

Look! An ADHD quiz! My results say……

Of course, that really says psych central, not psycho central, but don’t you know the exes are nodding their heads in agreement at the psycho part (heh!). I kid. I kid.

But, where was I?

Oh yeah, being ADD or ADHD, because that’s what the quiz confirms, and we all know how accurate the internet is (right?).

Any other adult ADD(ers) out there? Do you feel my pain? Could this really be true?

Look! A shiny object!

Speaking of shiny objects….don’t EVER watch UFO’s on Planet Earth before bed. You will have the FREAKIEST dreams.

Ahem.

I’ve known I could be ADD for some time now. Tasks take longer, or get lost, forgotten, or discontinued. I abhor lists and plans, but WANT (so badly) to be organized. And how to do that? I have no idea because the focus is just not there. My mind constantly swirls in ideas but catching one is like grabbing a hand-up from the old merry-go-rounds that spin ferociously fast (weren’t those fun?).

When we question our health….what do we do? I’ll tell you what I do…..I turn to the self-diagnose power of the web; self-assessment and the like. Sites like Web MD – my personal favorite (and most dangerous).

I confirmed my color blindness via the web. Remember that post? Of course, I knew that in fourth grade, but did not diagnose myself at age 10, and neither did any of my eye doctors in the last thirty years. To give them the benefit of the doubt, maybe when I said I couldn’t see the number in the circle, they really thought I just couldn’t SEE (which I couldn’t). But I digress…..

My point is….(I don’t need a self-assessment. This post is proof. Ha)…..I have started new projects (especially this year). I am working on them in my ADD way and that means when I go to ~~complete~~ perfect them, I get distracted. It’s the story of my life right now. I begin, lose focus, waiver, and then move on to something else. Which is why I have bookmarks in over a dozen books gathering dust on my nightstand. But I am working towards the end (somehow, someway) one page at time, one project at a time.

Project One– FINALLY, with the help of my dear husband, I have launched my photography website. I’m still adding more pictures, categories, and pricing (eventually). I’d still LOVE for you to check it out. Angelia’s Photography or Angel Lia’s Photography. I go back and forth on the name, but the website is just angeliasphotography. Can you believe there is ANOTHER Angelia Photography? How cool is that?!?

Project Two– This goes along with project one. FINALLY! A Facebook fan page. MY FAN PAGE – Angelia’s Photography. I am so lucky I had 25 of you LIKE me and I got a user name – all official and stuff. Of course, I’m still adding pictures and figuring out how to manage (or admin) a page. But, who cares?! I did it. I created a page. You must LIKE. You must! (pleasepleasepleaseplease).

The rest of my projects include…..my Photoshop homework for class. I hope to design a business card. I have Photovision DVDS to watch. You get to creep on professional photography shoots. Creeping! My fav.

My garden is a mess and I hope to plant something to replace the dead brown branches I have managed to keep dead all winter (um, yay?). I have pictures to finish editing of FOUR GENERATIONS of daughters. I photographed them just prior to my ankle injury. Here are a few shots….

Moms & Daughters.

Circle of generations.

91yrs old and beautiful!

Can I just say I LOVE her? I want to adopt her as my grandma. I lost all my grandmas and have none living. I’m pretty sure she agreed to that.

My sprained ankle is healing. After two weeks, it looks normal again, in other words, not purple in color and swollen like a grapefruit. It doesn’t feel normal, but at least I can walk and drive.

I am way behind in blog reading and thanking ALL the wonderful commenters on my Freshly Pressed drive-in movie post. The stories of your drive-in movie experiences and nostalgia made me laugh and reminisce myself. I, too, remember piling many bodies in mom’s red wagon (because the price was per car) to head to our local town’s drive-in. It really is a great time. I think scary movies are the best at drive-ins. I hope many of you do find a drive-in and create memories for our next generation of children. I am happy to hear so many of you have screens you can go to. So thank-you for that, what you shared with me was far better than being freshly pressed (for serious!).

Lastly, it’s Easter weekend. That means it’s my last weekend to ~~worship~~ enjoy my favorite Easter candy.

Why yes, I did shoot portraits of my favorite candy. Is there a quiz to see if that’s normal?

Today, I say good-bye to my favorite Cadbury Creme Eggs.

Tomorrow, I rejoice in the Risen King.

My focus will be on family gatherings, and the love of our savior.

Have a Happy Easter! May it be most joyful, blessed, and complete (heh, get it? complete?).

Look! I finished a post!

Did you take the quiz? Are you ADHD?

My kids that is.

See, I had ONE kid back in 1994. We blissfully adventured through life. I really didn’t have to worry about dating her, because it was just her; the one and only. No sibling competition, no fights, no complaints. She liked being an only child. We dated a lot. Even at sixteen, we still go on dates. Her favorite place? Macaroni Grill. Her favorite dish? Penne Rustica. YUM.

Two years ago, enter into the picture Jason’s little girls. Two years apart. As the younger one, Bridget, has grown and found her voice – competition is FIERCE. I can promise you….you can’t out talk, over talk, keepupwithtalking to either of them. Can we say the din is a little noisy?

Then, there is lots of tugs of wars over prized purses, who sits on which side of the car, who sits next to Dad at dinner, who got more, who got less..but, but, but it’s not FAIR.

Ensue breakdown and tears.

I have to say to all the parents of more than one – HOW DO YOU DO IT? I mistakenly viewed more than one child similar to more than one pet. You just fold them into the mix and it all works out. Heh! When you have personalities, opinions, and thinkers – that’s not going to happen. It’s been interesting and challenging with more than one. I adore how they are different and I love how they learn to speak up, and fight for their right for attention, but I also learned….they need some one on one time.

So I started dating. Again. Jason started dating. Again.

And you know what? It is sooooo much fun to have that individual time like I had with Sydney.

My first date a few weeks ago with Molly was to the movies. We saw Shrek 3. The movie is GOOD – a little dark for a six-year old and a non-shrek fan. But the popcorn was delicious!

We went to a nail salon after to salvage our date. I was really concerned how she would handle, um, sitting still. We did a pedicure.

Molly getting her first pedicure at the Salon.

Not only did she sit still, but she didn’t complain. She didn’t get bored. She didn’t ask to go potty a hundred times. She loved it. We got our nails done too.

It was a greeeeeatttt date.

Jason at the same time took Bridget to Chuck-e-Cheese. Four-year old at Chuck-e-Cheese nuf’ said.

Enter date number two, which got pushed back by one day due to scheduling conflicts [cough] we forgot [ end cough]. Other factors pushed it to dinner time; me cleaning out the attic, and Jason giving his friend’s brother a lift to work when his car wouldn’t start.

The tea room I was going to take her to? Not open on Sunday. I had to think of another date quick and Chuck-e-Cheese had already been taken.

So, I let her decide. And she picked Purple Cow. Atta girl!

We got to sit at the counter, which was really cool until Bridget needed me to scoot her stool up. Whoops!

She quite enjoyed MY chocolate milkshake. Heeeyyy where is your purple one? Note to self: ONE milkshake shared is PLENTY.

Bridget and I, a night out at the Purple Cow.

Bridget with her purple cow in memory of our “date”.

She ate mac and cheese with a PB&J sandwich. We counted our drinks (six), divided them (3 each), then added them together (6!). We clapped six times. We toasted our milkshake mugs and we thoroughly entertained ourselves.

Afterward, Bridget insisted we had to buy FOUR cupcakes for dessert. One for me, one for Molly, one for Daddy, and one for her, because she is sweet and thoughtful like that. Luckily, there was a Central Market right behind us. We found some scrumptious cakes! AND? She got a green balloon, she named Salem (ha).

The ride home was singing and listening to the same song over and over, no not Hannah (that was earlier) – a rap song, yo. That’s how we roll in the hooptie.

Molly and Jason went to a hibachi grill and had a blast almost catching on fire. That’s hot.

When the dates come to an end, and the girls reunite, it’s always the same. A sweet hug of sistership. No really! It is.