#29 Faces

More faces................

Throwback Thursday

Grandpa in his victory garden. One side was flowers and the other side was veggies. It took up almost the entire backyard. And the yard was HUGE! He could grow ANYthing. The agriculture gene died with him, though. I'm sorry to say I am an (unintentional) plant assassin like my mother. :(

Wordless Wednesday

29 Faces

Is it a: C. Aubrey Smith.......?

Or b: my Great Grandfather.......?

Or c: just another rip off of David Litchfield.....?

Or d: all of the above.......? ;)

Punny Monday

What is the difference between a nicely dressed man on a tricycle and a poorly dressed man on a bicycle? 
A tire.

Guest Blogger: by Son2.....

There's this picture of a penguin I made in third grade. I had to do it in art class to capture the essence of winter.

I had no idea how much more it would come to mean as I grew older.

It's a singular penguin standing alone on a windswept snowscape staring blankly to the left. Completely alone, snow falling all around him.

The paper is now faded and worn.

My mother framed it shortly after it was completed and it has hung on my wall ever since.

I would grow to appreciate its deeper meaning.

Something I could have never predicted in the flashes of vivid, disjointed memory I have of striking a dull, broken crayon to the construction paper background.

This solitary penguin, unwavering, alone. Even the discolored paper gives it a deeper meaning with age.

What was once a rich, powerful blue is now a faded, drab gray with almost no sign of its once illustrious boldness.

But his expression is unfadingly bright. He stares off into the distance outside of the frame as if expecting someone, or something.

I can't say with any certainty what he is looking at, or what ‘3rd grade me’ thought of the whole image.

But I look at it now and think that there is bright warmth just out of frame. Some idealistic hope or symbol of hope that keeps his expression bright even in that bitter cold.

I looked up at that picture tonight and suddenly felt this absolutely crushing sense of.... connectivity.

A deep sense of continuity to my life and my memories. 

Throwback Thursday

Son1 & Husband looking for the 'undertoad'

Wordless Wednesday-Mostly

a lovely surprise from my talented friend annie!  

The Under Toad

Husband grew up with salt water in his veins.

He wanted the boys to learn to love the water too.

So from the time they could fit into a child size life jacket he took them on the boat and to the beach.

He taught them to love the water but also to respect it.

Be careful of the undertow, but let it work for you.

Don’t fight it.

The boys called it ‘The Undertoad’.

Beware of The Undertoad!

We thought it was just a cute misunderstanding of what we were saying.

Years later, when they were older, they told us they thought there was really a giant toad under the water that pushed them around the point and they shouldn’t fight him and make him angry!!

Punny Monday

I once heard a joke about amnesia, but I forgot how it goes.

Valentine's Day

Throwback Thursday

Me and BigBro on Nantucket? Martha's Vineyard? Well, somewhere on the Cape......

WOYWW

Prepping (for more faces of course!)

#29Faces

I’m participating in the 29Faces challenge again this year. 

I’m not posting them day by day but thought I’d add a few here and there throughout the month. 

You can check out the other participants on the 29FacesBlog.

Here are some of my faces so far. 

Some are digital, some are 'real'.

Inspired by David Litchfield....okay.... let's face it, I copied one of his faces.... :-/

Punny Monday

The shoemaker did not deny his apprentice anything he needed. He gave his awl.

Diabetes, Take Two

It’s been several months now since I became a member of the diabetes club.  It’s not so bad, really.

Once you get over the cravings.

Mostly….……(I still miss bread.)

This whole new ‘lifestyle’ comes with some side effects, though.

Some are good, I’ve lost some weight.

Some are, well, just plain weird!

I’ve always had vivid dreams.

But I’ve never had dreams like these!

For the past week I’ve dreamed of a GIANT red velvet cupcake!

It’s HUGE!

ENORMOUS!

COLOSSAL!

Tall and lovely ………..blood red with buttery cream cheese frosting!

Sometimes I slice it into pieces with an enormous knife.

Other times I climb a tall ladder to reach the frosting.

And it’s DELICIOUS!

The BEST cupcake I’ve ever eaten.

And when I’m done eating I always feel guilty. Like I’m going to be sent to the principal’s office for misbehaving!

I’m hoping it’s just a phase.

Please tell me it’s just a phase and this too shall pass.

Because if I have this to look forward to every night I can see I’m headed for a huge fall off the sugar free wagon!

My subconscious is trying to undermine my waking resolve.

And it knows I have no willpower!

Throwback Thursday

WOYWW

I'm taking Diane Culhane's class Paint Your Garden hosted by Carla Sonhiem. I thought I'd like to try and 'stretch'. Ouch! I forgot how much stretching hurts! LOL 
This was actually last Friday, shhhh don't tell anybody!

Don’t You Stick Your Tongue Out at Me!

I pulled my car into the parking space and there he was, right in front of me, big as life, sticking his tongue out at me! 

Punny Monday

Did you hear about the guy who got hit in the head with a can of soda? 
He was lucky it was a soft drink.
............Ba Dum Tssh.............