tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87591278006794290822024-02-07T21:53:09.175-08:00Stand Upon The MountainTerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818220347886531939noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759127800679429082.post-89490083517328281572012-08-04T09:40:00.002-07:002012-08-04T09:40:43.360-07:00New blog dedicated solo to art, photos and designHope to see you there...<br />
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http://allthingsdtcgraphix.blogspot.com/Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818220347886531939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759127800679429082.post-89591400582239185682012-07-12T18:56:00.002-07:002012-07-12T18:56:50.674-07:00My Ham<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Taking photos at my stepson Rick's wedding and this is what I got every time Autumn saw me. She was like, Hi Grandma- see me? Take my picture like you ALWAYS do. I think she's gotten used to being photographed!Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818220347886531939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759127800679429082.post-17036426589552014162012-04-22T15:55:00.000-07:002012-04-22T15:55:40.411-07:00Mini Vaca<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Such a happy girl</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My girls</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Just got back from a mini vacation to Gatlinburg with my girls. I haven't been there in 30 years. God, when did I get so old? Last time I was there was on a senior trip with Lori, Sharon and Sharon's sister- whose name I can't remember for the life of me. Good times then, good times now. I truly treasured the time I spent with Steph and Autumn. My daughter is such a great mom. It's neat seeing how much her daughter loves her, and she loves her daughter. Autumn is such a good baby- what a blessing to everyone. She said momma for the first time while we were there. I wish I could have gotten it on video. It was so cool. <br />
I was surprised at what a tourist trap Gatlinburg was. I guess I shouldn't have been. There's not a whole lot to do there except shop. I should rephrase that- there's not a whole lot to do there when you have a 7 month old along except shop. I'm not a shopper- in fact, I'm one of those rare women that hate to shop. But overall it was an awesome trip, just spending the time with my girls. <br />
Until next time...Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818220347886531939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759127800679429082.post-87605685290658954602012-03-06T17:37:00.000-08:002012-03-06T17:37:19.954-08:00Letters to God, day 12 Peter 1:8<br />
For if these things are yours and abound, you will neither be barren nor unfruitful in the knowledge of our lord Jesus Christ.<br />
- Faith<br />
- Virtue<br />
- Knowledge<br />
- Self control<br />
- Perserverance<br />
- Godliness<br />
- Kindness<br />
- Love<br />
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This is about re-finding my faith. relearning to believe. Learning how to get back into a real relationship with God, and with myself. Finding myself and relearning to dream. Not letting darkness rule me and my life. Finding hope. Believing once again in the power of prayer and how it can and does change lives. Learning that I matter to God and that I should matter to myself. Learning to not be afraid.<br />
Lord, I know you're there. I just need help remembering that.<br />
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Today's affirmation- I matter. To God, to my family and to me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and to my girly! Love this face.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818220347886531939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759127800679429082.post-89904855603850723902012-01-24T16:24:00.000-08:002012-01-24T16:24:54.020-08:00Winter...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuZs6k3ChFyTGLRIh0p31q_mzzthrF_l-2ZJMz3OOeYaef1F0ICGyVaMvX7_s-n5d7L2oRt-18njfAd1tj_wEQDV_sH9gO4wrF0mzRxsp6VdaUGptCHk6V60k3rlMKoqGLWmxKdHJaSlg/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuZs6k3ChFyTGLRIh0p31q_mzzthrF_l-2ZJMz3OOeYaef1F0ICGyVaMvX7_s-n5d7L2oRt-18njfAd1tj_wEQDV_sH9gO4wrF0mzRxsp6VdaUGptCHk6V60k3rlMKoqGLWmxKdHJaSlg/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Yuck. I need spring. I need the renewal- in so many things. The tree in my neighbor's yard after the ice storm. Loved being forced to stay inside and relax. Not easy for me, but I was too afraid to get out on the road with my new Soul. Rocking the Soul, lol. It has a totally useless feature that I love- the speakers light up to the music. Useless, and probably cost more than I want to know, but hey- it's all good. Love my new car. One little highlight in this dreary gray winter.<br />
Til next time- whenever that is...Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818220347886531939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759127800679429082.post-30277357876043695522012-01-05T04:19:00.000-08:002012-01-05T04:19:49.833-08:00Seek Justice, Love Mercy, Walk Humbly With My GodThis was my motto for yesterday. It might just well be my motto for today also. My place of employment has been challenging lately- well, for quite a while now- to say the least. The negativity in that place is overwhelming. It sucks the life out of you/me. I have a hard time dealing with it. I'm trying not to get sucked into it. I just don't understand how people can be so negative. It's just not worth it. White Castle's (Premium Cincy food, lol) used to put a saying on their packages, something about how many muscles it takes to frown verses smile. I don't remember the number, but it was a whole lot more to frown than smile. I would imagine that the same principle applies to negativity- that it's easier on a person to be positive than negative.<br />
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So, I'm just trying to get thru it. I'm praying the job market loosens up and something breaks. Until then...<br />
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<i>The only way we'll ever stand<br />
Is on our knees with lifted hands<br />
Make us courageous<br />
Lord, make us courageous<br />
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Seek justice<br />
Love mercy<br />
Walk humbly with your God<br />
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In the war of the mind<br />
I will make my stand<br />
In the battle of the heart<br />
And the battle of the hand</i> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More Lights-a happy thing!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Until next time...Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818220347886531939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759127800679429082.post-47107239494297140232012-01-03T17:01:00.000-08:002012-01-03T17:01:27.305-08:002012It seems so strange to be writing 2012. Guess I never thought I'd see this...for a long time I had some strange idea I would die in 30's. Not sure why. Probably some strange half wish of mine. I've spent lots of time in my life contemplating or at least giving some thought to suicide. I'm kinda glad I never made it that far along that path...at least today anyway. Perhaps that thought will come my way again, who knows. Sometimes life just gets to be too painful. But today's good- and tomorrow holds promise. And God loves me even when I don't love myself. And I'm a coward- I really don't like pain, so I guess I would never really hurt myself. Besides, my kids still need me even though they are grown, and Autumn deserves a chance to know and love her grandma as much as her grandma loves her.<br />
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Yeap, I said grandma- another thing I never really thought would be or wanted to be a grandma. Boy, was I wrong. That little girl has me wrapped around both her little fingers. And I'm ok with that. It amazes me- the depth of love I feel for her. She's just perfect. Steph and Mike have really been blessed- she's such a good baby. Only cries when she's hungry or wet, and has slept through the night since she was a month old. They better stop while they are ahead, lol. The next one will be a terror. Here is she- my girly. That's the look she tends to give me any time I break out my camera. Which, I will admit is alot- like every time I see her. I can't help it- they grow up so fast, and I feel like I've forgotten so much of my own kids lives, I don't want to forget a minute of hers. Besides, she's so darn pretty.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Girly</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Speaking of photos- I signed up for a advanced class thru MSJ. One good thing about graduating from there- you can audit classes for 50.00- UC wants full the amount to audit. So, I'm looking forward to that. So, hopefully I will learn lots of new techniques to use in shooting her, and other things. I really want to get a new lens- first a AF-S Nikkor 28-300mm, then perhaps something a little more specialized. Not sure what that looks like right now but I can dream...<br />
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So, the grandbaby, photo classes and hopefully lots of photo taking, and other things to look forward to, I plan on trying to reconnect with this, to journal, share and post photos. Hopefully it will work.<br />
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Until next time...Happy 2012.Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818220347886531939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759127800679429082.post-27945496977051310802011-08-30T17:33:00.000-07:002011-08-30T17:35:22.292-07:00Ranting about Micromanagement and other things<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the Cincinnati Zoo- I understand how he feels.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Ever wonder what motivates some people? I do. I guess I really wonder why some people- not mentioning any names here or places that would be identifiable-have the insane urge to control EVERYTHING. Yeap, caps. I do mean EVERYTHING.<br />
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Case in point... I left something- a note to myself- on my desk Friday (at that place I work which shall remain nameless)- just a reminder of how I needed to do something for future reference. Nothing big- just one of those little notes one writes oneself as a reminder. You know, in shorthand that you understand. It's like when I go to the grocery. A typical list might look like<br />
1. h2o<br />
2. pt- (paper towels)<br />
3.tp- (toilet paper)<br />
and so on. You get the idea.<br />
Ok, so my grip, rant, issue...<br />
I came in Monday to find my note- which had things crossed out and rewritten in other shorthand- not my shorthand, mind you- but someone else's shorthand. Really??? Really!!! They had nothing better to do than edit my notes- my personal notes that were STRICTLY A REMINDER TO MYSELF???!!!<br />
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It totally blew me away. I was amazed at the extreme level of micro management that occurs on all too often a basis. I was more than a little upset- can you tell? But I'm good now. I think. Well at least until the next issue comes up.<br />
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Next rant- I saw on the library's website that they are pushing Chaney's bio- who really wants to read that??? Just wondering. To me that would be worse than reading Bush's. Well, George W's anyway. George H's might not be too bad- as long as I don't have to agree with his politics.<br />
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And finally- I saw an article today that discussed Dumbledore being gay. Really? I've read all the books at least twice and have not picked up on that. Why does he have to be anything other than a wise wizard? <br />
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til next time...Oh, I guess I really have dropped the ball on this website's intent. Oh well...that's a whole other post...<br />
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Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818220347886531939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759127800679429082.post-43719370048904364332011-07-27T18:12:00.000-07:002011-07-27T18:12:19.602-07:00Living the DreamJust haven't figured out whose yet- lol. It's been a busy summer. Vacation, travel, lots of house projects and my first full grandchild on the way. It's a girl!!! Woo hoo.<br />
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Um, I'm not old enough to be a full grandma. Oh well, I guess that's life. When I picture a grandma I remember Grandma Flynn, and how she was a little round thing that baked cookies, didn't work and well, I'm not sure what she did with her time when I wasn't around. She was a cute little thing- round as a watermelon, and gray as a rock. Always had an apron on, and fresh baked cookies in the cookie jar. Well, that's not me. Breaking a paradigm here. I was up on a 6 foot ladder finishing drywall not more than a half hour ago. And I was jamming to AC/DC. Somehow that image just doesn't fit with my picture of a grandma. Oh well, I guess Autumn will learn to love me as I am, and not as I "should" be. Instead of cookies it will be frappacinos from Starbucks. Instead of playing the piano we'll be painting anything and everything. Instead of only seeing her at holidays we'll be hanging all the time. Instead of Glenn Miller- who I love btw, it will be anything from AC/DC to Casting Crowns or the Boston Pops, and everything in between, well except rap- haven't ever developed a fondness for that. <br />
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And this is the walkway along the top of Serpentine wall. Pretty wild.Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818220347886531939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759127800679429082.post-76878223600143013142011-03-27T17:49:00.000-07:002011-03-27T17:49:49.574-07:00The (Coming) End of the Road<u><b>Things I will miss about the church in Dayton:</b></u><br />
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1. Time with RW<br />
2. Working with RW<br />
3. the people <br />
4. The garden<br />
5. Baking<br />
6. Potlucks<br />
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<u><b>Things I won't miss:</b></u><br />
1. The drive<br />
2. The politics<br />
3. Doing the bulletin EVERY WEEK<br />
4. Negative comments and criticism about the above item- hey- I do it for free, week in and week out. Somebody else can step up and take the crap<br />
5. The music- old dead people tunes DO NOT appeal to me<br />
6. Being labeled the secretary- nothing wrong with being a secretary, but if that's what I am, well, where's the paycheck?<br />
7. Labels- I get to be a CHRISTIAN again- no labels!!!!<br />
8. Feeling like it's a job and not churchTerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818220347886531939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759127800679429082.post-78250800858945172982011-02-09T18:24:00.000-08:002011-02-09T18:24:30.321-08:00To Grow Up We Must Go DeeperHI! Long time no write. It's been a busy season, and well, I've been hibernating. Kinda, sorta. Really just trying to deal with the daily stuff that gets thrown my way, and some other stuff that is just once in a lifetime stuff- hopefully. In other words, too down to write, and too paralyzed to do much of anything. But that's gonna change...I'm gonna make it change.<br />
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So, here we are. 2011. I know, a little late on that observation. I started a bible study last week at Crossroads- Go Deeper. One of the premises for tonight's session was that we have to grow up to grow deeper. Which makes tons of sense. We can't remain babies when there is work that needs to be done by adults. We can't grow closer to who God wants us to be if we don't dig inside ourselves and figure out just who that is. Part of growing deeper for me right now means facing the fears and other crap head on. I wish someone could tell me what that looks like. But then- I wouldn't be digging deeper, would I? Someone would be telling me what I "need"- and I don't think that will work.<br />
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So, going deeper means...<br />
-trusting more- which is so hard for me- I don't trust much in life except death and taxes...<br />
-listening more- oh what a hard one for me that is. Too many years of doing it my way.<br />
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That's a start.<br />
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Love,<br />
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I thought about deleting the photo at right but decided I like how it looks. <br />
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But the beauty doesn't overcome my sadness.<br />
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Today would have been Lori's 47th birthday.<br />
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When did I get so old.<br />
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I wish she could get old with me.<br />
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I miss her. Some days more than others. I can go days without thinking about her, and then something will remind me of some event, big or small, that she shared with me. And I miss her all over again.<br />
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I thought it would get easier as time passed, and in some ways I guess it does. I no longer pick up my phone to call her and share some silly tidbit of daily life with her. In fact, I don't remember her phone number anymore. That makes me sad.<br />
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I would have traded places with her. I really would have. I thought about that over this past weekend, as I observed my twins in their stepbrother's wedding, and thought of how grown up they are, and how proud of them I am. And how proud of them she would have been- she helped raise them too.<br />
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And then I thought of her babies and how they were too young when she died to really remember her. I would have gladly traded places with her if it had meant she would have been able to raise her children. My kids are grown, and while they would miss me, they have all those memories of growing up with me.<br />
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Her kids don't, and won't.<br />
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It doesn't seem fair.<br />
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And it makes me sad.<br />
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Happy birthday Lori, wherever you are. I hope your spirit is happy and know that your are without pain. That's something.<br />
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We had great weather- sunny and 80 most of the time. Can't beat that. We must have walked at least 20 miles a day- and my feet hurt enough to show it. There was a exhibition on the mall while we were there- public and armed services. It was really cool to be able to see, (and get in) the various equipment that is being used by the military to fight the war, from helicopters to humvees. The only down side to it was the protestors that forced it to close early. While I totally support people's right to free speech, and am not in total agreement (at all) with the reasons for this war, I do believe that the troops there deserve our support. They are doing there jobs. For people to mock, threaten and do other things to the service men and women is totally unacceptable.<br />
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While I was there I heard from my oldest son. Thank God! He's alive and well, and in...Iraq. Which does not thrill me at all. Seems he got a hair up his rear to take a job with some construction company that is rebuilding over there. I don't get it. But it's not my life. I will give him this, he checks in every few days to let me know he's ok, and sends me a text every now and then. Wonder how much that costs?- To call and text from over there? Seems so far away.<br />
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Until later...<br />
blessings and love,<br />
tcTerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818220347886531939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759127800679429082.post-61921413172721744102010-04-10T15:48:00.000-07:002010-04-10T15:50:22.854-07:00A Beautiful Spring DayHI! What a great day in Cincinnati. Wish it could be this perfect all year along, but then we would get complacent about it, wouldn't we? Let me tell you how great this camera is. Love it! Went down to Ault Park today- I think it was Ault- the one by Lunken Airport. Played around with the camera and lens. Fun times!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnc-W9PHt9o19IVyl6VfiC4ooB9O8vKKkgXL56RclIa9GcVHNOjcyJiQrLf22pBgnaN05qvjxRzsITPvcdaMYvwBHNcW1UEnuTO_qiYa5SDn6dDqQQ6DSKM2g5d0ak5lRXWePnpVJv50Y/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnc-W9PHt9o19IVyl6VfiC4ooB9O8vKKkgXL56RclIa9GcVHNOjcyJiQrLf22pBgnaN05qvjxRzsITPvcdaMYvwBHNcW1UEnuTO_qiYa5SDn6dDqQQ6DSKM2g5d0ak5lRXWePnpVJv50Y/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" /></a></div>I loved the contrast of this.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgizQFj-qAXXUDKdU1rSZP30yLWS3ADNs2xUtqgMph7jZEGw0gAyHQjqviqvWQxr7bAvILrch3U5-hbso-fi8pjf6-sOrnI7ukRTJr8B0OT88OhQUR8ivmg9IJn0l3JlckuyaqTy0PaUhY/s1600/DSC_0064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgizQFj-qAXXUDKdU1rSZP30yLWS3ADNs2xUtqgMph7jZEGw0gAyHQjqviqvWQxr7bAvILrch3U5-hbso-fi8pjf6-sOrnI7ukRTJr8B0OT88OhQUR8ivmg9IJn0l3JlckuyaqTy0PaUhY/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" /></a></div>and this... I loved the texture of the tree- I'm sure that it's diseased, which is sad- but the bark was peeling, and created this incredible texture, and it "fit" with my lines.<br />
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The neatest thing about this camera- the ability to take as many photos as I like and then delete what I don't like and doesn't work. Pretty darn cool. More to come...<br />
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Blessings,<br />
tcTerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818220347886531939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759127800679429082.post-70062841561350865482010-03-30T15:56:00.000-07:002010-03-30T15:56:33.630-07:00And so it begins...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0VIxuEIhT7EW8t2VkagCiiSPhpYYrBoTJo8Ww9Kt5L5B1AYI-rU0I30U6oulxwqftxdkJL-p7SLdrfdRz98iipFaPEQy01vCtmCfIyR7xKNbDqUwEs7JtYQfBD8txlrhyphenhyphenmUUD7nQmT1E/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0VIxuEIhT7EW8t2VkagCiiSPhpYYrBoTJo8Ww9Kt5L5B1AYI-rU0I30U6oulxwqftxdkJL-p7SLdrfdRz98iipFaPEQy01vCtmCfIyR7xKNbDqUwEs7JtYQfBD8txlrhyphenhyphenmUUD7nQmT1E/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Here's one of the first photos with my new toy. Not sure if you can see it, but there's a cardinal sitting in the tree. It's right outside my bedroom window, and this bird loves to start singing bright and early in the morning. This just doesn't do her justice- she was so bright against the cloudy sky. Oh well, photoshop can fix that eventually.<br />
Here's the very first one taken with the camera- one of my favorite subjects- Madi- she thought she was going to get something. Little did she know...<br />
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Oh well- wanna hear the good news? I finally got my DSLR-- woo hoo!! Now if I could get some time to play with it. We're headed to DC in a few weeks, so that will be good practice. I can't wait to take photos of the monuments and use my wide angle lense! So cool.<br />
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More later. Maybe. Who knows...Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818220347886531939noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759127800679429082.post-46090437474912964292010-03-12T20:21:00.000-08:002010-03-12T20:21:10.865-08:00Missing My SonSometimes as a parent it's hard to see the good we've done, and all too easy to see the bad. I feel this way today, as I miss and worry about my oldest. It's been months since I've seen or heard from him. We have no idea where he is, what he's doing, or how he's living. A part of me feels like it's not right that he "treat" his mom this way, and that a phone call isn't that much to ask. It's really not.<br />
I wish I understood a little better his issues. I know being home wasn't good for him, or me for that matter. I understand that he needed to go. I just wish I knew where he had gone. I dreamed about him last night. It wasn't an earth shattering dream, and in it he wasn't doing the best- but he was around, and I could keep track of him.<br />
TJ, if you happen to read this call me. If you don't remember my cell- which you never could, for some odd reason- call your sister, or send us a text or email or something. Please.<br />
I miss you. I love you and I am praying that you are ok, and that you're getting things together and making progress making your life what you'd like it to be.<br />
Love,<br />
momTerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818220347886531939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759127800679429082.post-91060808349530084582010-01-05T17:37:00.000-08:002010-01-05T17:37:14.652-08:00Being HappyI think I stated in an earlier post that being happy is my goal for this year. It's kinda tough to figure out how to do this exactly. I started out thinking the other day what could I do to make myself happy. Lots of ideas, some a little short on funds to get to right now. Other things came to mind too, things that don't cost money- which is good. One of those things was to make sure I set aside time each night to do something for myself. So, I've been turning in early and reading before I fall off to sleep. It's been working. I have a stack of books, not to mention bookcases full, that I plan on reading BEFORE i buy or borrow any more. Now that's a huge goal, lol.<br />
Then today, I thought, how about making other people happy. Maybe that's where it starts. So, i did something very simple today, and paid for something for someone who looked like they were having a bit of a hard time. A pay it forward typt thing. I got the biggest smile out of her, and had one myself too. It's the little things that make me happy...<br />
Now, if i could just get a snow day. One to spend playing in the snow, making snow angels and sled riding. How fun would that be?<br />
Blessings,<br />
tcTerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818220347886531939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759127800679429082.post-39273076538695893072010-01-02T14:51:00.000-08:002010-01-02T14:58:16.682-08:002010 Day 2Wonderful day today. Lots of baking. Some great recipes. I did figure out that I've spent a little too much time on church stuff this week, at least in my opinion. Designed the bulletin, printed and folded the bulletin, worked on a newsletter (that is taking a bit too long to get together), spent most of the day baking for church tomorrow- from scratch, mind you- banana bread, pumpkin bread, and a chocolate cinnamon coffee cake. How yummy does that sound?<br />So, what did I do for me today (thinking of being selfish here)? Well, I crocheted for me. I'm working on a throw for me- yes, for me. I never make anything for myself. So this is fun- the colors are great- neon pink, orange and lime green. Love it. The colors make me want to get it all done. Can't wait.<br />Oh well, time to find a good movie or curl up with a good book.<br /><br /><br />Here's the recipe for the coffee cake- Yummy!<br />Blessings,<br />tc<br /><br /><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="99%"><tbody><tr><td class="title" style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 206); border-left: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 206); border-right: 2px solid rgb(221, 221, 157); color: rgb(140, 170, 158); padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px;" align="left" bgcolor="#ffffcc" nowrap="nowrap">CINNAMON COFFEE CAKE</td><td style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 206);"> </td></tr><tr><td style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 206); border-right: 2px solid rgb(221, 221, 157); border-bottom: 2px solid rgb(221, 221, 157); padding: 20px;" colspan="2" bgcolor="#ffffcc"><!----><!--CINNAMON COFFEE CAKE--><div style="padding-left: 20px; color: BLACK;">1/2 c. butter<br />2 eggs<br />1/4 tsp. lemon juice<br />1 tsp. baking powder<br />1 c. dairy sour cream<br />1 tbsp. granulated sugar<br />1/4 c. chopped nuts<br />1 c. sugar<br />1 tsp. vanilla<br />2 c. flour<br />1 tsp. baking soda<br />1/4 c. brown sugar<br />1 1/2 tsp. cinnamon</div><div style="color: rgb(119, 34, 34);">Cream butter and 1 cup sugar until light. Add eggs, beating well. Add vanilla and lemon juice. Sift dry ingredients together. Add to creamed mixture alternately with sour cream. In small bowl mix brown sugar, 1 teaspoon sugar, cinnamon and nuts.<p>Pour half of batter into well-greased tube pan or 9 x 13 inch pan. Sprinkle brown sugar mixture on. Pour on remaining batter. Bake at 350 degrees for 45 to 50 minutes.</p></div></td></tr></tbody></table>Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818220347886531939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759127800679429082.post-37806592635880819542010-01-01T18:45:00.001-08:002010-01-01T18:45:22.427-08:002010Wow, another year- heck, another decade. I'm not sure if I'm glad to see the old year go. I guess I'm just not sure about the old year at all. There weren't many highs or lows, just a bunch of in things betweens. I thought about setting New Year's resolutions, but they always get broken, don't they? So, after reflecting over the past year I came up with a few things. NOT RESOLUTIONS. Just things I want to do...<br />...I want to be happy. That might sound strange, but I figured out that for much of 2009 I was sad. Not unhappy, just sad. The kind of sad that makes it hard to get outta bed. The kind of sad that makes it hard to find happy in the small things. The kind of sad that made it hard to be around people, 'cause I just didn't have it in me to put on a happy face. I guess I did pretty well at hiding it- not many people seemed to catch on. Or maybe, not many people cared enough to ask? The kind of sad that was probably clinical, and needed help, which I didn't get. And probably won't get now. I don't feel as sad lately. I was dreading the holidays, for many reasons, but mostly because I was afraid they would make me sadder. They didn't. I got into decorating, although a little late, I got into shopping, and spent way too much, and I really got into the extra days off. Loved that part. So, that made me a little happier than I have been in a while. Which is good.<br />...I want to do more for me, and less for others. 2010 might just be the year of being incredibly selfish. I've never been a selfish person, so this might be a challenge, but one I'm willing to take on. I want to put me first for a change. I'm really not sure how that looks, or what it means, but it sounds good and feels right. So, we'll see.<br />...I want to develop a closer relationship with God, a more personal relationship. That might mean doing things that make me feel closer to Him. Reading, Prayer, Really loud worship music. Taking as well as giving. Heaven help me, but being a pastor's SO is really trying at times- and that makes church more a job than a worship experience. So, things on that front might change. Maybe I'll not do as much. Maybe I'll make a point to worship at a church that feeds me every week. Not sure on that yet either, but it feels right.<br />...I want to create. Which is great- the urge to do this hasn't been there in a long while. It's like a part of me, I need to create just as much as I need to breathe. I am totally enjoying having this feeling back. I hope it lasts. I hope I can create what is inside me. Stay tuned. Creating includes lots of things, one of them writing, and I'm sure that there will be lots of posts and hopefully plenty of artwork and photos to share.<br />Love and blessings,<br />HAPPY NEW YEAR,<br />tcTerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818220347886531939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8759127800679429082.post-47708457231919714792009-11-26T23:29:00.000-08:002009-11-26T23:39:11.829-08:00Thanksgiving 2009Was a pretty good day in many ways. Lots of food, fun and family. My brothers were together for the first time in a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">loooooong</span> time. That was good. Don was feeling good, after spending the night in the hospital earlier in the week. I was glad to see that.<br /><br />Every year it gets a little more strange to go spend the holidays with the ex and his family. Not sure why but it does. Maybe because the kids are grown and don't need my "protection" anymore? Really not sure. I think a part of it is because I missed someone- TD&H, who was hundreds, maybe <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">thousands</span> of miles away. But then maybe not, since we don't do well on holidays...another topic for another post.<br /><br />Or maybe it was the bittersweet fact that this was the last holiday that I will have with my daughter living with me. At least until I'm old and in diapers. Not a pleasant thought. YUCK! She moves today. I know she's ready for it. But I'm not. Or not as ready as I could be, but then I might never be totally ready. Mom misses her already. OK- I know, she's going to be like 5 minutes away. But it won't be the same. Maybe it will be better. Who knows.<br /><br />More on this later. TIME TO GO SHOPPING NOW- BLACK FRIDAY HERE I COME!<br />Blessings,<br />TCTerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818220347886531939noreply@blogger.com0