Day 6: Makes You Smile This is my husband on the right. With his friend, Jay, on the left. Wearing the same shirt. At Disney World. Dancing. In the street. Note: The children are no where to be found – hiding in embarrassment. My friend, Beth and I, we loved it. It still makes me smile… and tear up. Shortly after this visit, Jay discovered he had an aggressive, B-cell lymphoma. His treatment is equally aggressive chemo – 6 rounds…
Day 5: Something You Wore Remember my post about finding my wedding dress all sealed and safe when the house flooded? Shortly after that post my childhood friend and bridesmaid came to visit for the weekend. Another bridesmaid came over for dinner and well, the dress was too much of a temptation. We cracked the 23 year old seal. It took both of them to get it zipped. I couldn’t breath. But, I wore it then and I can wear it…
Day 3: Something You Adore It is rather coincidental that I have to declare adoration for something just days after I confess that I am not the adoring type – with my husband. More to work on. This is Megan. My firstborn. I adore her. She gives 110 percent to everything she does. She pleases me in every way and amazes me every day. She is ready for the world. I am just not ready to let her go.…
Day 1: YOU This is me through the eyes of Madison (the iMOM task manager, slave driver, non-creative, bottom line, sassy co-worker). HMPH! Why do I make so many faces?! This picture is not unusual for me. Have you ever uploaded video to YouTube? When you do, it selects a frame from the video to be the frame cover for the video. I am ALWAYS making a strange face. Serious, check it out for yourself! I told you. And that…
The challenge is on. I am taking it. I don’t think I have a choice since Madison (A.K.A. The Wrangler) has thrown down the gauntlet. She is taking the 30 Day Photo Challenge and put a typically unflattering picture of me as the subject of Day 9 on her blog. I didn’t know she was doing this, obviously. On top of that she proceeded to describe for her readers her perception of our working relationship. If she were my daughter she’d be…