She’s Nine…

Today is my oldest stepdaughter’s birthday…she is NINE.

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When I met her, she was only four years old.

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When I started this blog? Five.

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I have watched go from a super smart four-year-old to a dang-near genius nine-year old. The kid is smarter than most people I know. Heh.

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She loves every dog in the house for the pets, her iPhone for the music, her sister for the playing, and her Daddy for the hugs.

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I’m pretty sure she will grow up to be a Doctor, or an architect.

The Doctor part, because she insisted on performing surgery when she was four. I am still not sure what was wrong with my leg, but when she stabbed it with something sharp and I screamed, “Owwww!” She laughed evilly……

Yep. Doctor.

Or an Architect because that girl can build two-story forts in the living room, and a five-room house with blankets below it. The construction site is a disaster amazing.

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She insists on calling me Mom. I am her step-mom…..she knows this. I couldn’t and wouldn’t take her Mom’s place. Her Mom has a kinship with her that can never be replaced. She loves her Mom more than anything. But I know why she does it. I had a step-dad and I HATED the step part. I felt like it took something away from what he was to me. So I get it. I am her mom (step) and I am so proud to be that to her.

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This young lady is, no doubt, going to take the world by storm.

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She is everything bright, fun, and beautiful and I love her with all my heart.

Happy 9th Birthday to my girl Molly!

In another news, we are frantically preparing for the big Gender Reveal party tomorrow. I can’t believe IN ONE DAY I will know if it is a GrandGirl or a GrandBoy. I am excited beyond belief and busy, oh so busy, getting allllllllll the pink and blue stuff together.

I will definitely post photos!

Hope everyone is doing well.

A Spring in my Step

Oh, the ways and wonders of having time off. I took this week off from work. My first full week of vacation in two years. I am calling it my “mental health” week. With work being so busy this month, Spring Break with the little girls undertow (while working), and ALL THE MASTER planning of the exhibit starting in April; as in photography show, prints, frames, reception committee, and the utter exhausting task of picking photos. It has been absolutely chaotic. But it is all done…..almost. And I am soooooo excited!

If you are local, please let me know and I will send you our invitation. There will be wine and cheese (with no whining or cheesing allowed – heh) and LOTS of fabulous photos from over thirty different artists all belonging to a group I started with five others gals one year ago called, Chics Who Click. We are honored to have grown to over 240 members in one year. And now to be exhibiting in the rooftop gallery of the Arlington Museum of Art? Well…it is a dream come true and a blessing as well.

So yes, I have been gone. And no, not for good.

And look, I had a make-over of my blog. I loves it! (if you are on mobile, please do click to PC view).

I am springing here and there, and of course, I have my camera in hand.

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The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month. -Henry Van Dyke

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Spring in North Texas does not last very long. I have to enjoy it as much as I possibly can. I am guessing I have about two more weeks, and that is only because we had a freak cold spell. Which is long gone now. We are having this amazing 70-degree weather with blue, blue skies. Yeah. Like I said, it won’t last much longer.

My week has been fabulous.

I hope you all have a wonderful Easter holiday.

Texas Bluebonnets

The third weekend in April is not just Palm Sunday, but the peak of the Texas Bluebonnets. A Texas staple in our land.

I think my mom’s words to me went something like….. Dig some of those up and bring them to me to plant. I love the bluebonnets………. And most people who have seen them feel the same way, but in Texas, I’m pretty sure that’s illegal (plus, she lives in Oklahoma, heh!).

I wouldn’t want to pick them anyway. With their sea of blue, they are just too pretty to touch.

Before my injury we took the girls to Cedar Hill State Park. They have a place called Penn Farm. It was a working farm until the 1980’s. It is now a place to explore and read about Texas farming and equipment. There are several barns, houses, a windmill, and yes, even a bluebonnet field. It’s a photographer’s dream place.


Don’t leave home without your Dad’s old iPhone. You might need it in the bluebonnet field. I don’t think she wanted to miss her iPod music. LOL!

A stunning place with beautiful subjects. If you live in Texas, I urge to get a look at these gorgeous fields. NOT THE ROADSIDE BLUEBONNETS, but the REAL fields of them. They can be found in most of the state parks. There is also a Bluebonnet Festival in Ennis this weekend. In addition, many flowers and activities are on display at Clark Gardens. It is a must-see for the Texas Bluebonnets and worth the drive from the metroplex.

Wherever you are, I hope the weather is nice and you can get out and enjoy it. I can’t believe this is our peak spring season in Texas. That means the brutal summer heat is pushing at our backs, ready to knock us down, and fry our grass blades to a crispy brown. I may have a sprained ankle, but I am armed with a walking boot and I know how to use it. I will hobble along to one of these gorgeous sites before the flowers of Texas fade for another year.


The State Flower of Texas – the bluebonnet.

Have a happy weekend!

Extreme Green

Our family tries to be green. We do. We choose to do our part for the environment and that usually means we recycle.

We have two bins that we drag to the curb every week. We try to get as much paper, tubs, and plastic bottles as they will hold. We also have compact fluorescent light bulbs throughout the house. We use power strips, and overall, I would say we are average greeners. I mean we could do more. Our cars are not very fuel-efficient, although decent (mine anyway). We could run the air a bit warmer. Hang clothes to dry and wash more in cold water.

Little things.

But this past weekend, maybe we did a big thing (at least I think we did). It wasn’t exactly on purpose, but that counts, right?

See, when Jason went out to do a little grilling, a week or so ago, he discovered the grill was occupied – by a bird nest. It was kinda funny because he uses his grill quite often, even in the winter. It was surprising they had taken up residence so quickly. Then we saw the tiny eggs inside the make-shift nest. Ohhhh…so that was the rush. Tiny and dainty eggs, a beautiful porcelain white with blue flecks, lay hidden inside the sticks and leave pieces. The best I could find out via my friend Google is they are house finch eggs. We have had little finches hatch every year.

One year they built their nest on the back shelves of our patio. When they learned to fly, they were flitting around on the table area outside our back door. They were so fun to watch and even landed on Jason’s chest when he went outside. It was so cute (you should have seen his face). The next year, they were housed in the poop scooper – don’t ask – but I never saw the babies. So this year, they decided on the grill.

I can’t blame them. It’s covered quite nicely from the elements. I’m sure it smells nicer than the poop scooper.

And you know? My thought never changed from the first moment I saw the eggs. I’ve GOT to get a picture of that. This weekend I chose to sneak down and do a little big brother on those gorgeous eggs.

The eggs inside this grill.

All I have to do is go down these steps for a peek.

And then? A funny thing happened – not funny ha ha – but funny ah! ah!

I tripped.

Slipped.

Fell.

Took a dive, or whatever happens when you are daydreaming about little egg nest photos with a 7lb DSLR camera in hand while walking and gazing at your hostas and easter lilies growing up so nicely this spring.

Boom! Just like that.

This stone has a lip, or high ridge, or a DANGER ZONE.


Do you see it?

I must have hit it just right. Because? I went flying. Me. Camera. All body parts. I didn’t even flail about. I just aimed my camera flat and level towards the closest surface (I did well). I saw it scatter over the sidewalk (this part was in slow motion) and into the side yard. I don’t remember how I landed. Only that my right ankle was in a shocking amount of pain. The kind that makes you not breathe. The kind that makes you see stars. The kind that makes you cry out over and over.

I sat there dazed and terrified. Did I just break my ankle? My camera? How in the world did that just happen?

It took many minutes of breathing and rising up on shaky legs to get into a sitting position on the ledge. Then, I scooted to my camera and turned it on. It was OK. Ankle? Not so okay. I was finally able to stand and limp to the grill – slowly and painfully.

Of course, if I was gonna be injured, I better get my shot [insert:maniacal laughter].

The nest is just beneath the left rack, but guess what? No eggs. Just soft brown down peaking through – they hatched. Wow.

I quietly closed the grill and limped away to nurse my wounds. The ankle got worse. It swelled the size of a grapefruit. I could not walk on it. I had to get an x-ray the next day.

The good news…..it’s not broken. The bad news? It’s a pretty bad sprain and I have to stay off of it for one to two weeks (I guess that’s bad news for Jason – sole dog walker, and driver -yeah DRIVER). They also told me I have a double ear infection. It sorta explains my lack of grace (I hope).

To cheer me up, Jason decides on Sunday, he is going to grill steaks! Yum! But wait…..NOOOOO!

I told him we can’t, we have baby birds. He didn’t seem too concerned about baby birds in his grill.

That made me sad.

How can you evict such sweet little beak faces?

Well, I just couldn’t do it.

And Jason got a new grill.

So I’d say we are more green than we were before. We recycled a grill for an environmental habitat of bird humanity…and??…because of them I now share a ride to work, which saves gas, exhaust, and roadway crowding.

Maybe, that’s a bit extreme, but I like to look on the bright side and the green side. Ha.

Are you green extreme?