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One year old and flying high!
Saturday at Fort Christmas Historical Park
was the location of the photo session celebrating my grandson’s first birthday. It was a lovely day with kids running around and parents watching from a shady spot. The professional photo shoot was scheduled between G-man’s morning and afternoon naps because my daughter and son-in-law think of these things (and she probably saw the tip on a blog or on Pinterest). Kelly Verdek
was the perfect photographer–he was patient and wanted to be sure he got all the shots the parents wanted. His camera was constantly clicking away and he made some great suggestions, too. The photos are fabulous. If you live in the Orlando area, you might want to schedule a photo session! My daughter especially loves a photo of me and her son. I love all of them because he’s wonderful! How does a Grammy choose a favorite photo out of nearly 100 photos?
Grammy love is “in your face” as often as possible.
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This is the last weekend of the Art and Algorithms Digital Art Festival here in Titusville, Florida. Of Thursday evenings’ foreign short films, my favorite was the 5-minute film from Columbia titled “Czech Please” and my least favorite was a Canadian film titled “A Pretty Funny Story.” I’m planning to see the classic movie, “Singin’ in the Rain” starring Debbie Reynolds, Gene Kelly and Donald O’Connor at midnight on Friday, and Saturday’s midnight film is “The Big Lebowski” which I’ve never seen.
Singin’ in the Rain
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Something I never see any more are folks washing their cars in their driveways on the weekends. I haven’t washed my car in nearly 9 months… and it shows dreadfully. Especially the wheels. The brake dust and road grime is disgusting. Do people still wash their own cars, or do they go to automatic car washes? I’m too embarrassed to post a photo of my dirty car. Sad, huh?
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For a baby who was born with Acid Reflux and spent the majority of his first six months crying, this baby is one of the happiest babies you’ll ever hear. When you stop to think about it, so much of life is funny when you have nothing to compare it to. Take any word, such as “Whoo!” and repeat it over and over to a baby. Perhaps it’s the way it rolls off your tongue, or the shape of your lips as you make the sound, or the expression on your face. Who knows? A baby’s laugh is balm to the spirit. Want to feel a bit better than you do right now? Click to play!
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Our Lady of Fatima
I’m praying a novena in preparation for Pope Francis’ consecration of the world to the Immaculate Heart of Mary
this Sunday. Today is Day 8. A great resource to remind you to pray AND they deliver the prayers to your Inbox is Pray More Novenas
. If you’re able to donate money to help, this site has experienced an explosive growth this week, and it continues to grow exponentially as more people sign up. Here’s the link to become a “special member.”
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Okay, I live in Florida, so I should be used to bugs. I’m not. The other night I came home after a nice Girls Night Out. Got out of my car in the driveway. Walked through a dark garage. I thought I felt something on the back of my neck but didn’t think much of it… I was carrying my purse and a tote bag, my shirt had a wide loose neckline and drooped either right or left all day. I walked into the kitchen and as usual, dumped my bags on the nearest kitchen chair. As I straightened my arm, I saw it. A cockroach on my sleeve. “EEEEEK!” I screamed and violently shook my arm. Yeah, I did the bug dance, too. I thought the bug flew off, so I looked everywhere around me. No bug. My cat looked at me like I was crazy. It dawned on me the bug might still be on me, that’s when I felt it on the back of my neck, near my hair. This time it wasn’t an “EEEEEK!” but an “AUGH! GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!” at twice the volume followed by some screaming for my husband to come quick! This time I managed to smack the bug off me and watched it run and hide under the antique mahogany cabinet my great-great-great grandfather built centuries ago. My hubby made it into the kitchen just as the bug disappeared. Nothing to be done except pat me on the back and ask if he needs to move the cabinet (we both know he doesn’t mean it… that cabinet isn’t going anywhere… it weighs a ton). “I’ve got some bug spray… I’ll get it,” I tell him bravely. He goes back to his WoW game, and I pull out the empty can of Raid from under the kitchen sink. I’m one of those gals who won’t throw away the empty bug spray can until I have a replacement, you know what I mean? Fumes are better than nothing. There were just enough fumes left to fill the space under the cabinet. I know this because 15 minutes later the cat is sitting near her water dish with a strange posture… kinda quizzical. A dead roach is floating in her water bowl. Ew. I didn’t like picking up that bowl, and I gotta say, if that bug had moved one iota, that bowl would’ve been airborne and I’d be screaming again. It went down in the first flush and the cat’s water bowl got thrown in the sink for sanitizing. Ant and Roach Killer — one of the good things in my life!
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Sleep. Still one of those elusive “good things in life” that I wish I could enjoy more often. Perhaps if I went to bed instead of checking my computer it would be easier to nod off. Last night was a record ten hours of sleep. I’ve never been able to sleep that well 2 nights in a row. My sleep clock has a few springs loose, I guess. I did use the special baby lotion last night, and it worked like a charm!
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