Well.......here we are.........365/365!!! I was trying to figure out what I
wanted to post today for my past picture and figured this about sums it
up.............This project really has helped me realize that.............
Life truly IS good................. ;)
PS-Thank you everyone for touching my life through your pictures and
comments.......and a BIG thanks to Kirsten for making this possible.......
I'll be "stalking" in 2011.... ;)
So many times I thought about picking up my camera today to take a photo but
it never happened. I did remind myself to take a photo BEFORE we dive into
dinner. So I end year two with Kielbasa Pasta Casserole.
I'm excited for next year but sad because some past members wont be joining
us. I hear that they will be keeping an eye out for year 4. :D I can't wait
to learn about our new members and grow a little more with the past. Good
Bye PS2010. See you tomorrow PS2011!
and my family is home! Petra's on the sofa behind me. they got back in
really late so i ended up staying another night. totally worth it to spend
time with my honorary nieces this morning and hear all about disneyland from
miss starlet. :)
and so ends year two. missed some days here and there but that's okay, life
is what life is. see you in year three! <3
This picture is the first one I posted 2 years ago. I figured it would give
me some closure (not so much). It has been such great fun blogging with you
ladies and getting a small glimpse into your lives and giving you a glimpse
into mine. I will miss you very much. However, I will be a follower in
year 3 so keep those great pictures and commentary coming. I am sure you
will be getting some random and wacky comments from me.
I tried to come up with a good picture today, but my migraine (which made me
feel cross eyed all day) decided I should try and nap instead. So here's the
recycle pile in my hallway. I don't understand what the point of having a
recycling program is if when the can is full, we simply place an extra one
next to it... after almost a week of it being full. Because emptying it
makes too much sense.
The end of year two.
There were many times this year when I just wanted to stop taking a damn
picture every day and sometimes I had to force myself to keep going. But
because when I'm committed to something, I don't give up. Thanks for being
kind throughout the year and sharing details of your lives with me.
Cheating like crazy here, but there’s a **great** back story to this image
from 3-10-11! I don’t expect much of anyone to recognize this old fella;
back in the late 1960s (when they were apparently still chiseling Social
Security numbers on stone tablets according to my younger friends) he was
the lead guitar for Procul Harum. Thanks to my dad, I was raised with
somewhat eclectic tastes in rock & roll, and in 1976 at the venerable age of
FIVE I stood in the hallway at three in the morning to snarl “And I bet he
played ‘Alethea’ *really* loud!” when my parents got home from watching him
play to a packed house at the 12,000-seat Portland Memorial Coliseum. His
name is Robin Trower, and in 2009 my awesome wonderful neighbor packed me in
his truck and helped me fulfill the 33-year-old desire to see this guy play
live! Having been under the impression since like Y2K that Trower had
retired due to arthritic hands, I was foaming at the mouth to get to see him
for real and it was incredible. I remember bursting into tears when he
actually walked out on the stage in front of me and my camera. We went
again this spring—Trower is, as you can see, not a young man, so it seems
like a good time to catch him at any chance—and had a better time than we
could ever have imagined. Same venue, The Knitting Factory in Spokane, but
this time a crew monkey overheard me being nervous about my neighbor getting
a seat, since the amount of time we spent standing in ’09 was terribly hard
on his back and ankles (this is the usual-suspect neighbor, whose feet are
best described as “on there sideways” and who broke several lumbar vertebrae
in a work accident in ‘82). I was told to find Ed, and that proved to be
the best advice I could have gotten. Ed is the KF’s head of security, and
he is a *joy* to work with: professional, personable, smart, efficient,
well-spoken, and ideal for the job because he’s also about six foot
fourteen. He made sure we got seated, and in a really nice section, and
that a waitress was keeping an eye on our supply of drinking water. The
Knitting Factory does have a full bar, and although we never bought drinks
we never ran dry on those cups of water. I caught wind of an
autograph-involving event after the show from someone else entirely and
begged my way into the special wristband for it, and later into one for my
neighbor. When Ed saw us in that group, he unlocked a staff elevator so my
neighbor wouldn’t have to do stairs, gave us a security escort so we
wouldn’t get hassled…and took us to the front of the *“O holy Lord this is a
meet-and-greet!!!” *line! I thought my head was gonna ‘splode when I got to
shake Robin Trower’s real live right hand and tell him yes, I **did** just
say “since 1976”!!! I had my hat on, so I think the look he gave me for
that had a lot to do with it hiding all my gray hair…but it’s for damn sure
I night I will never ever forget.
Okay, It was a slow day and I still didn't have a pic by this evening so
upon carrying my camera in the bathroom with me before getting in the
shower, so you get a little peek at my tramp stamp.............it was that
or, my "stubble trouble" as a result of my bikini wax.......I decided to
spair you all of that.......
your welcome............. ;)
Neal's brother D also came up to pick up family photos, etc. from SIL's
house. Here he makes the acquaintance of my iPad.
It's extremely inappropriate, but I think I have a bit of a crush on D.
Probably because he looks so much like Neal. Good thing he lives over 600
I had a blast hanging with the two guys this weekend. Reminded me how much I
really like (and miss) men... sigh...
So...................Guess who "mean ol Robin" insisted at least TRY
rollerblades for just 15 minutes at the skating rink tonight? And guess who
after not more then 2 minutes, decided he LOVED them and they were WAY
easier then regular skates? Thats right, Kole was a skating FOOL in no time
and couldn't WAIT to tell his brother that he can now skate better then
him......Guess "mean ol Robin" sometimes knows what shes talking about.....