A Project

I love hands. I've always liked them. I love the differences in them. There are so many different kinds of hands. I took a picture not quite a year ago of Ethan's and his dad's hands with Ethan's on top of his dad's. It turned out really well. I took some at the White River Gardens of my hand and another. They're on MySpace but you can only see them if you're a member. Anyway, I think I'm going to actually try doing a photography project of just hands. Singles, couples, groups. I don't know what I'll do with the pictures once I have the ones I want, but I'm sure it will be just for my enjoyment...or I'll actually figure out something to do with them. So if you ever see me with one of my cameras (I have 4 now (2 digital and 2 film) because Ethan found my other one that was lost...in the couch cushions where my dad and I had looked NUMEROUS times) and I get close to you, don't be alarmed, I just want your hands.

The Farm

My family has a farm in rural Indiana and I've always remembered it from when I was about seven years old. It's property actually on what used to be the family farm. We have about 11 acres left of I don't know how many. Anyway, when I was seven or so we had a family reunion at the church down the road. And when I say "down the road" I mean about 3 or so miles. There was one part that I always remembered about that day and I wanted to go back when I was older to see if I could find it. There's a creek that runs through the property and it has these beautiful trees just "floating" in the water. The roots are in the ground, and sticking out over the water, and then the trunk goes up from the water. I went there yesterday and I called my dad to see where the creek was. He said it was pretty far back but just my luck, it wasn't as far as he remembered. I made my way slowly back to the creek taking pictures as I went. There was old farm equipment and I was so fascinated by it (I have this wonderful love of history) I took quite a few pictures. Then I found the creek. I found my tree that I remembered from my youth. I actually got brave enough to go out on the roots and take pictures of the creek from the tree. I think once it starts to get warmer I'll make a trip back there, but for now, this is what I captured on my venture (the tree shown isn't the tree from which I took pictures, but it's living the same way):

Giving Up and Starting Over

I still can't find my camera. I've torn my room apart, I've looked in weird places where a camera wouldn't normally hide. I've grown weary of playing hide and seek with it. I haven't given up hope of one day finding it, but I was tired of going without a camera. It wasn't something I just wanted...I needed it. I know it sounds ludicrous, but this is my therapy. This is what makes my life just a little more sane than it is already.
With that thought in my head, I bought a new camera. A bigger, badder, better one...a Kodak ZD710. Or at least it seems that way to the one I had before it went and got lost. I haven't taken any serious pictures yet, just fiddled with it, trying to get the hang of it. I've taken some close ups of my eyes because I like them and the not quite brown, not quite hazel color of them...maybe a dark amber color. I know there's a place where I want to go take pictures but it's a matter of finding the right spot and finding that exact spot on my own. I started to go there last year about this time but I wasn't quite sure once I got there so I didn't capture anything. I'm just thrilled to have another camera in my hands if I so desire to go out into nature once again and take pictures. And I'm able to capture the moments I get to spend with my family being ourselves.

The End

Today I bid a fond adieu to the Indianapolis Colts 2007 football season. They lost to the Chargers 24-28. It was a fantastic outstanding game and I hated to see them not win. I won't say "lose" because it was too good of a game for them to "lose." And there's always Super Bowl (sans Colts this year) and the rest of the playoffs to see who plays in that game. I hope so very badly that someone will beat the Patriots and kick them out of the running. Whoever does that, and makes it to the Super Bowl, that's the team for which I will be cheering. Or if the Pats do end up going, I'll be cheering for the other team.
So for now, I say, "Adios mis amigos. I'll miss you until next season...IN THE NEW STADIUM!!!" Which I would love to go to a game there, however, with saving my money this year, I doubt I'll be able to go. Ah well, maybe someday.

One Gallon

Part of the newer, healthier me is to drink more water. I only drink about 16oz a day, if that. At work I have these gigantic plastic cups that are about 29oz to the top. I've had not quite one of these today and I have never been to the bathroom as much as I have in the past 8 hours. Kudos to those of you that do it on a daily basis because it's hard for me. I think if it build myself up to the recommended gallon a day (that's right, 64oz = one gallon) it won't be so bad. But one gallon a day is a bit of a daunting task for someone who doesn't consume that much in a day. I'm determined to do it though because the more water I drink, the healthier I'll be. And I'm done with the first cup...wish me luck on the second. I'll probably be up a lot tonight visiting the bathroom.......

Here's What I Want

I want a nice guy who's intelligent, will love me and my son, is funny, gets along with my family and respects them and me, can hold a job and not switch from job to job all the time, can handle his finances, has a nice vehicle, nice smile, hygienic, attractive, muscular, and tall, can lift me up like I'm nothing, will be there when I need him most, won't be over critical of my ocassional lack of common sense, take me places and not make me pay all the time, do things that I want to do and compromise if we can't agree, won't throw a fit if he doesn't get his way. I don't think that's too much to ask. Really I don't. And yes, I want a man. Not a guy, not a boy. A MAN!!!


It's a start at least....

Something About It...

And by "it" I mean music. I grew up listening to all sorts of music genres. I don't have one particular favorite, I just like music. I listen to whatever my mood dictates. Lately I've been leaning towards the classical area. There's something about it that just makes me relax. I have two classical presets in my car and when I got in my car this morning to come to work I was trying to figure out what to listen to on my way in. I had forgotten that I had WICR (UIndy radio station that plays a lot of classical, jazz, and blues type stuff) on when I came home on Thursday so when it came on this morning, I was okay with it and left it there. I just find it amazing that someone could be so talented as to make music (says the girl who knows how to play trumpet). I can play the trumpet and pick out tunes on the piano as long as they're not too difficult. My family is full of musicians. My dad can play guitar, harmonica, trumpet, and autoharp; my mom can play the dulcimer, I think she used to play violin, and kinda piano; Aaron plays trumpet; I don't know if Annelise can play anything; Adriane plays flute, guitar, and maybe piano; Asher plays guitar, bass, and piano; and Ethan, he's still a bit young to play anything but he shows interest in piano, trumpet, and guitar. I know my uncles play guitar but I'm not sure which ones play and my Grandma can play the violin and piano. My cousins are talented, too but I don't know what they play.
I just find that music can relax me and match my mood. I have chillaxin', classical, motivational (pop type stuff), classic rock, and kid music on my computer so I can pick my mood and go from there. I have a couple CD's that are my "mad" music and tend to listen to those only in the car at full blast when I find myself in a shitty mood. Besides my family, I think music is the most important thing in my life. It defines who I am and what I like...and there's always something for me to listen to on any given day.