Friday Fragments

  • I got in the elevator. The doors closed. I stood there staring at the buttons, because – for the life of me – I could not remember which floor my car was on. That wouldn’t have been sooo bad, except it was the second time in the same day I did that. ::face palm::
  • Also the same day? I sent my husband a text that stated – I have ADD. It’s really bad and I can’t concentrate. I asked him what the cure was….his answer? Coffee and Chocolate. Ho boy!
  • Today marks the fifth day of driving Sydney to high school since the car accident that left her car-less. She was only almost late one time. It’s great for me. I feel like she is a freshman again. And that is exactly why it’s bad for her……during her Senior year. Seriously…yikes!
  • My second 5K race of the year is Saturday. I am doing it with (mostly) the same peeps that participated in the last one. We have become a true “team” (yay! team!). I expect all of us to beat our time by just a little bit. I am a brutal coach. PICK UP THOSE FEET!!
  • I went to my first Zumba class Wednesday night. I had NO idea what to expect. If I would get the steps, or just look like a bumbling two-left-feet-kind-of-gal. It wasn’t as bad as I thought. I did bumble. I almost lost my footing more than once, but in the end, I did get the steps down. Annndddd??? I made it through the entire class without dying. Plus, I could walk the next day. Yes, I will be going back. Turns out, I LOVE to dance.
  • I can’t believe next week is February. Someone…PLEASE…stop the clock. And just FYI, I always want to misspell February. Always.
  • Did I tell you my sweet husband bought me a brand new MAC? I looves it. We got a second desk in the office and now I have my very own MAC AND desk. I am the luckiest chic alive. The only bad thing? I haven’t moved my photoshop actions over. I really wish I didn’t love those actions so much.
  • I did not win tickets to Australia at the last airline event I attended. But now I am on quest to GET to Australia at some point in my life. It is even higher on the list now than Italy. I must GO someday. It is my destiny. I mean I did name my daughter SYDNEY.
  • Speaking of event, I got some FANTASTIC photographs of the 747 jumbo Qantas jet that flies from DFW to Sydney. I will post those later. I tried to be a stow-away. I totally did.

Me, Sydney bear, Mo, and Sal.
  • I only have a grip on the lovely Sydney Bear, because I am hoping he will take me back to Australia with him. It’s not like I have gun to his back. PLEASE TAKE ME WITH YOU!! It was a back-up plan (sorta). He is a cute bear!
Plan "A"
  • Plan “A” was to hide out in here, and hope no one noticed I was in the crew quarters bunk.

  • Unfortunately, the flight attendant found us. She said she was just making sure we were okay up there. Yah, riiiight.
  • So, I am still here….in North Central Texas. At least, it has been a nice winter. We got a good dose of rain and the temps have been in the 50-70’s. Can’t beat that.

Have a most fabulous weekend!!

Zombie Dreams in the Unapocalypse

I have two recurring dreams.

Zombies and Aliens.

I blame my parents divorce and weekend’s at Dad’s when I was too little to watch horror movies. He loved horror flicks. Almost as much as he loved staying up late, and eating Tony’s pizza smothered in mozzarella.

I grew to love them too. Then, I got old and didn’t like being scared in a movie anymore. Give me a chick flick any day and yet….I still dream in horror? Maybe, I still have a hidden love for it? Is that inherited?

Normally my standard Zombie Dream involves a race to the “safe” place which happens to be a graveyard on a hill. Yeah. I don’t get the logic either. I don’t why it is holy ground, but it is. Ha. My Dad had quite the sense of humor too. And maybe that is from him.

This Zombie Dream was a little different. You either got sick with the flu and that’s it, or you got sick with the flu, and turned into a brain-eating Zombie.

In my dream, I saw many family members rushing to be at the side of their sick child or spouse and I wanted to say, “Noooooo! Don’t do it! You are going to be a Zombie!”

But in the end, I wondered………if one my family got sick with the Zombie Flu……..wouldn’t I be there? Or would I run away and save myself?

Maybe this wasn’t my typical run-for-your-life Zombie Dream. Maybe this one had depth. The meaning of life and family embedded into the flesh of it. It had brains (heh!).

I awoke before finding a safe place. I awoke before the world ended. I awoke before my family was infected and I had to make that decision.

My only explanation for this dream is dealing with the after-math of injuries from the Jeep wreck. It’s been three weeks and the injuries are healing, but the wounds are still fresh in my mind.

Not to mention, I had the most traumatic encounter to date earlier in the week. Here is how it happened………

I woke up. I let the dogs out of their crates. I went to the bedroom door and opened it. The dogs (as they always do) raced ahead to the living room. We have a routine of potty time, then breakfast time, and they get soo, soo, soo very excited about that. Normally, Sydney is getting ready in the bathroom and I wave at her as I walk by the doorway in the hall.

Except, this time, when I waved I felt something under my foot (my bare foot).

It didn’t feel right.

I looked down as it’s head came up and it’s eyes bulged out (because I was stepping on it).

Stepping on a snake – IN THE HALLWAY – of my house! Inside. My house. My safe place. Ahhhhhhhhh!

I really didn’t scream. I just kinda choked and I ran. I left my teen daughter in the bathroom where the snake was headed.

I took the dogs outside, trying to shake the utter terror out of my sight. But I couldn’t (still can’t). When I got back in the house, Sydney was safe in the living room (phew!). The snake was safe(?) in the bathroom. I took one look and knew I couldn’t handle it. I know it’s not that big and all, but still, it can jump.

I had to wake up my injured husband – who is terrified of snakes. Probably more than me, which makes me really glad I stepped on it and not him (sorta).

At that point it was by the tub. Of course I took pictures for my blog to remember this event.

Not only did I survive the apocalypse of 2011, but I survived stepping on a snake in my house.

No wonder I have Zombie Dreams.

To date, I am a paranoid walker. I don’t step anywhere without looking……..I carry a flashlight (my iPhone) at all times, because I don’t want to cross paths with this again ~shudder~.

Jason put our reptile house mate back in the yard…..in hopes it would find another home….hopefully?…it did…..to be continued.

Love, Text, and an iPhone

We discovered on long car rides the best antidote for entertainment is not to install an expensive dual headrest TV/DVD players for the children, but to simply surrender hand-over our iPhones.

It works wonders to keep the peace. There is music, games, and a camera. A gazillion options of fun. There is no fighting in the back seat and the only worry is how many car chargers do we have if those suckers run out of juice.

On this particular road excursion, last November, the car ride home took four hours and could best be described as – most blissful car trip EVER!

iPhone!

Then something crazy cool happened…….

My oldest step-daughter (age six at the time) taught herself how to text. The little booger was reading at age four. Spelling at age three. It wasn’t too surprising that she easily figured out the icon, the key pad, and the art of texting. Mostly because of her older step-sister sitting next to her who can text a billion messages a minute and holster the phone in her back pocket without blinking an eye.

I must admit, when I first read the text, I was confused. Why would Jason text me while driving? More importantly, why would he text me while driving and while I was sitting next to him? The message was from Jason. Then, I remembered who had his phone. I took a peek at the backseat and heard a giggle. That’s when I figured it out and replied back.

Our conversation went like this.

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With each reply, the giggles increased, and dang if she wasn’t pretty fast at texting too.

I was completely enamored. They are the sweetest messages!

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As sweet as a bowl of chocolate Cheerios in a heart-shaped bowl. My little text buddy.

These precious little pearls of devotion are what will get me through those days (like Mondays) and step-daughter teen years. I latch onto these nuggets – knowing the future is shaky in blended families – and cherishing the good times. Someday – I might hear those knife-through-the-heart phrases; You’re not my mom! I don’t have to do what you say! I don’t love you!

I will read this.

I will remember.

I will save it forever.

A picture of love via iPhone.

She told me this Sunday (which I heard was un-officially Step-Mom’s Day?) that if it was or wasn’t….she would do anything for me. Really? Anything???? Anything.

I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Way too tempting! Foot massages, cleaning, and laundry. Oh the possibilities!

This girl has the purest of intentions when it comes to sharing her adorations. She is such a treasure.

The funniest (and scariest) thing about the text messages that night? Well, Jason and I got to wondering……..if she was smart enough to text me…….. Was she smart enough to text anyone else? And if she did? Who?

Yeah.

About that.

She DID text someone else.

Her Mom.

Jason’s ex-wife.

Thankfully, the message wasn’t near as descriptive as mine, because HONESTLY? What would she have possibly thought getting a text message from her now married ex-husband chock full of affection for her? I can only imagine. Ummm, yikes!

When we read the text Molly sent to her, it wasn’t near as bad as we thought. Instead of being downright awkward, it only bordered sheer creepiness.

The text read: Goodnight.

Love, text, and an iPhone.

Don’t you just love technology and super smart children?

Have you ever gotten (or sent) any embarrassing texts?

**this post courtesy of my iPhone photo gallery**

Project Central = Psycho Central?

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?