Hungry.

Isaiah and his Baby Brother Benjamin are bringing me a pizza. I truly and unconditionally hungry at the moment, but amazingly enough, I am so tired that I don't believe that I can get out of this chair and get up to eat the pizza when they come. Maybe I will sit here all night and continue to ramble on about ridiculous thoughts for the sake of me having to not get up out of this chair. So here I will sit, hungry and sleepy, and never get up.

And anyone who reads this will either be bored, delighted, or confused. Or all three.

This is the first time I have really been truly and unconditionally hungry since June 15, 2008. On that dreadful day, the temperature exceeded 103 degrees.

On that dreadful day, and also the dreadful day after that, I stayed outside in the wretched heat the entire dreadful day (minus my exedus to the REI for air conditioning) and supported Isaiah and Andrew at their show.

Sitting here, on Sunday afternoon, the temprature is below 85 degrees, and I could never ever be more happy, sleepy, tired, hungry( in the most fufilling kind of way), and thankful for the people that love me in this life. God has his ways of showing his his goodness that are beyond our comprehension, beyond our understanding and not the way we always want him to show us his goodness. For this, I am thankful.

I am sorry if this doesn't make a whole bunch of sense. But maybe I will write something more sensical tomorow.

Good night!

This is my grandmother. Her name is Nila, otherwise "Tita." I don't know why that we call her Tita, I am sure that there is a great big story behind that.

When I was a child, I would visit Tita, and this woman set me loose in the Grocery store and told me I was to get whatever I wanted. I did not EVER have this luxury at home. An hour later I would come back with my cart full. Full of Cheese and Chocolate.

We had such fun visiting my grandmother. She rose early every morning and made us breakfast: Chocolate filed and Cheese filled Croissants, Bacon, sausage, baby bell cheese, eggs with Cheddar Cheese, Easy Cheese, and everything else that you can imagine that could possibly give you a heart attack at the age 10. Boy was I happy.

Grandma would take us to the beach every day, and then to Aunt Audry's pool.

Now I am all grown up and have my own life and live on the other side of the country, where the is no beach and people do not believe in eating easy cheese. Somehow when I look at this photograph, I feel as though I have captured the essence of Grandma. I almost can hear her voice and feel the way it feels to get a hug from her.

And I can almost smell the beach.........

I miss these people.

Computers.....Blech

I am particularly fond of this photograph. So much so that I made the effort to post it here on this blog. I decided it is my delight to photograph children. They are much fun.

Today I am sitting on the computer. (Not literally). I wish literally, because I do not enjoy computers much, and fancy that it would be much more of a fun thing to do to sit on them than to use them for the purposes of editing photographs and e-mailing. I would prefer to have my old notebook and pen and paper on hand and just write the old fashioned way. But I think that for now I will sit here, AT the computer and do my duties. Meanwhile I will dream of tropical Miami and sitting in the back yard with cold key-lime aid, while breathing in the aroma of barb-qing meat and swatting mosquitoes.

I am not sure where the Miami thing came from but I think that I find rest from my strife in daydreaming of the place I call home.......


Full of palm trees................

Dan

Dan is in his late fifties and has not walked since he was 17 years old. Two weeks before his graduation from high school he was in an automobile accident which paralyzed him from the neck down. He now has only limited use of his arms.

I can remember many nights going to his house to keep Isaiah company while he put Dan to bed, cleaned his wounds and fed him dinner. We would laugh and watch weird things on TV and it was just a swell time.

We miss Dan.

July 6th will be our wedding anaverssary. This is not a picture of us, but a picture of my freinds Jessica and Bradley. (I couldn't find a decent picture of the two of us fast enough, so I decided to use a picture of Jessica and Bradley in place of us. )

Marriage has been wonderful so far. Most people say that the first year is the hardest and I believe them, but that's because you get into car accidents that cost tons of money; because you can't hold a job because you have a medical illness, and because you give all of your money to the DMV and to medical bills, and a multitude of other things that come creeping up just when you think things can't get any worse.

Yes, this year has been stormy and difficult. But I can't believe how good it has been all at the same time. People have helped us out in hard times in unspeakable ways. Our love for each other has not been stricken down, only improved. And that's what counts when things get hard.

I don't think I am actually in the mood for typing right now. I just suddenly, however, felt a burst of exclamation come out of me and decided to blog about it, since I am kind of bored, or rather, I am disorganized with my time:)

....And the butter melts.

I don't know this little girl's name. But she brightened my day on Sunday of last week at a wedding I showed up at and photographed. I didn't know I was to photograph the entire wedding until I got there.

I love this photograph because it makes me think of my childhood, for I have a picture of myself doing the same thing at a family reunion. There's nothing like being free to stick your finger in a cake and lick the frosting at a social gathering. I am glad that there are little people who just don't care. I was going to blog a lot tonight, but I think I should hold off 'till tomorrow. Good night!