Worth the Wait

I got a birthday present in the mail yesterday.
From my sister.

My birthday was over a month ago, but over the years I've come to expect Lori's gifts to be a little late.  Between her main job as an accountant and her new endeavor with her good friend Terri catering and giving cooking classes (Cooking Sense), not to mention her 3 daughters, 4 dogs, 2 cats, 2 horses, and a few visiting squirrels - I'm surprised my gift arrived when it did!

She is pretty amazing.

To add to her long list of responsibilities, she also takes time for some creativity.
This winter she has been learning to quilt.  Her friend, Terri, who is also amazing at so many things,  invited her along on a quilting weekend and she has finished her first quilt.

And I am the lucky recipient!

I knew something was brewing when she made me send her pictures of my family room but wouldn't tell me why. Then it was confirmed when she was trying to pick out a backing for the quilt and had to ask me what I would want.  Print or solid.  I chose solid.

Here is a picture of Lori (left) and Terri (right) as they were in the process of making it. 

And here it is in its forever home!

I don't know how she managed to choose the perfect colors from a few phone pics, but it is gorgeous and eye-catching, bold and modern - absolutely perfect!  I love it!

She chose a pretty purple backing that looks great with my green sofa.

She was quick to point out the mistakes she made - using the wrong color thread on the backing and the the quilting lines were not always straight - but I hope she realizes all those things don't matter to me.  In fact I didn't even notice them.

Whenever I receive a gift of this magnitude, I always wonder if my reaction truly let the giver know how much I love it and how much it means to me. 

But then again, Lori knows me better than anyone in the world.
So she must know.

My Field of Dreams

It's really happening!

The planning - the idea began 2 years ago.
The speculation - will they come?
The timing - ready for the end of Annie's junior year in high school.
The nitty-gritty - learning Excel, spreadsheets, keeping track of income and expenses, sales tax, bank account, credit/debit card reader, pricing...
The advertising - networking using a Facebook page, photography blog,  ad in local newspaper

I had done just about everything I could think of.

School ended last week and I timed my one and only ad to go into the paper at the same time.

Then I waited.

And the bookings came in. 

In just one week, I have booked fifteen upcoming Seniors for their Senior portraits!

I am surprised but not surprised, excited but scared.

But most of all I am very pleased.

Of course it didn't hurt that my first Senior this year was such a beautiful girl!

Well, not the first Senior.  Annie was the first and always will be.

She's been my biggest cheerleader and helper.

My dream has been to be a photographer.
I never really thought it would ever happen.
I just knew I loved to take pictures.

I know it's just the beginning, but I really do feel like a photographer now.
And it feels really nice!
Really nice!
 
 “If you build it, he will come” is the famous line in the classic 1989 flick, “Field of Dreams.”

I'm still building, but I can feel my dream really happening.
I wouldn't have changed anything about my life up to now.
I just think there's a time for everything.
And that time is now.

Homecoming

After four months in Italy, Adam is home.

It hasn't been an easy 4 months for Adam or for us.
Communication was difficult - bad phone connections, slow internet, difference in time zones.
In this day and age you'd think it would be easy.
But most days reading Adam's blog was our only way of staying in touch!

Yesterday, as he was in flight from Rome to home, we were busy.
Adam requested barbecued ribs, corn on the cob, and mashed potatoes for his first meal back home.
As I kept busy getting food ready, the girls were the welcoming committee.

 Kerry printed out a very large photo of Adam using 16 pieces of paper taped together!
This was displayed on the house for all to see!

 

If someone didn't know our family, they probably thought Adam was returning from a tour of duty!

As darkness fell and his arrival was just minutes away, everyone was anxious to see Adam.

I don't know if the dogs knew what was happening because Sami looked a little unsure!

 Then the phone call came from Vance.  They were just a few blocks away!

There was a mad rush to light the giant sparklers that lined the driveway!

 

As the car pulled in the driveway, Adam got out and greeted his sisters...

  and his doggies...

Family and food...

 and a friend.

I believe he was glad to be back home!

And we were VERY glad to have our family all together again!

My Daughter - A Pictorial

My Daughter is Fast!

Annie got an award this week!  An award for being FAST.

The fastest in the history of her high school, in fact.

Those fingers typed 130 words per minute in keyboarding class!
That is 130 words per minute with no errors (even more impressive)!
I firmly believe much of her fingering skills come from playing the piano.

I was trying to do a little research into typing speeds to put things in perspective.
I don't know how true this is, but I found the average American can type 30 - 40 WPM.
A professional typist (if there is such a thing anymore) types between 80 and 100 WPM.


Cortez Peters set a typing world record of 225 words per minute without a single mistake (an average of 18.75 keystrokes per second). His top recorded finger speed was 297 words per minute. Peters, along with his father, who was the world speed typing champion before him, developed special competition keyboarding methods and techniques that became the foundation of modern typing instruction worldwide.

The Cortez Peters typing program used at the high school only measures up to 130 WPM, so Annie couldn't even try to go any higher.

I have included a speed typing test for you to see just how fast you are!
Begin typing each highlighted word in the blank line below. 
The test will stop  when a minute is done and calculate your speed.
Good Luck!

Roses are Red

When else do you get a chance to talk about the good and bad qualities of men with your daughters?
When do you get insight into what kind of man your daughter might be attracted to and why?
When would you ever get a chance to compare and contrast so many different guys with your daughters?
When are you able to scrutinize the words and actions of men trying to impress a woman?
When is a mother able to do all of these things with her daughters in a fun, lighthearted way?

Watching the Bachelorette, of course!

I understand that many people feel the show, The Bachelorette, is worthless television.
After all, is it really possible to fall in love in such unreal circumstances?

I admit I am glued to the TV every Monday night to watch The Bachelorette.

But I'm not watching alone.
Annie, Kerry and I watch it together.

All three of us love the current bachelorette, Emily Maynard.
It's fun to watch how she dresses for her dates (she's beautiful) and how she wears her hair.
We watch her face when she's on a date to try to predict who she will fall in love with.
We try to figure out who will get a rose, and who will be sent home.

Could it be conceited, arrogant Ryan who continues to show his true colors with every show?

 How about Arie? He seems very sincere, but I get a strange vibe from him.  Something about him bothers me.  Kerry too.

Or the handsome hunk, Sean who looks like he could belong to one of the Swiss families in our town?

One of the most disliked bachelors this season is Kalon.  We can't figure out why she's keeping him around this long.

 We all want Emily to find love.

Maybe she will.
Maybe she won't.

But we'll be watching every episode.

Watching and learning.

Moving Back In

I officially moved back into my own bedroom last night.

After sleeping in the guest room for the better part of a year, I knew it was time.

It was lonely there.  I missed my husband.

What prompted this decision?

We just spent a week in Rome together and his snoring had gotten better.  I was able to sleep the whole night with very few disturbances and wake up refreshed.

So I cleaned our room yesterday and moved back in.

As I am sitting here writing this post, I am tired. 
My eyes are dry and scratchy.  I don't feel rested.

The snoring woke me up about 5 times last night, including the last time at 5:30 AM when the windows were aglow with the rising sun.  As I struggled to add a few more minutes of rest to my night,  my husband's alarm went off and the noise of him getting ready for work along with the sound of dogs' nails on the wood floor erased any chance of continuing my slumber.  I am a very light sleeper.

Why did I sleep well on vacation but not here?
As I mull it over in my foggy brain, I think it's because I was exhausted from a long day of sightseeing.  Also, I was the first to wake up in the morning.  And the room was extremely quiet (no dogs).

So today I am disappointed.  Knowing how good I feel with a solid, uninterrupted night of sleep, can I go back once again to the nights of disturbed sleep?  Do I want to?  A bad night of sleep changes my outlook on the entire day.  It changes how I interact with my kids, my husband, my pets. 

So what do I do now?
Should I keep on trying, hoping I will get used to the disturbances?
Sleep in the spare room during the week and in our  room on weekends?

I don't even want to think about sleeping with earplugs again.  I love listening to the wind in the trees as I drift off to sleep and the birds chirping when I wake up in the morning. 

I wish I had a good answer.

The Third Time Around

"Adam, you need more sleep."
"Adam, you have too much on your plate."
"Adam, don't call me Gayle."
"Adam, if you don't wake up to your alarm, I'm NOT waking you up anymore.  You are overtired."
"Adam, I think we should visit more colleges."
"Adam, do you think you need a SAT prep course?"
"Adam, you cannot drive kids to the beach after prom."


"Annie, wow, you finished your paper and still got an hour of sleep?  Good job!"
"Where is Annie? Did she tell any one where she was going?"
"It's 11PM and Annie's not home yet.  She was supposed to be home an
   hour ago.  What shall I have for a snack before bed?"
"I wonder if Annie ever signed up to take the SAT?"
"Prep course?  You don't want to do that!"
"Let us know if you want to visit any more colleges"


How things change from the first child to the third!

When Adam was in high school, I used to take my job a lot more seriously!
I used to lay awake at night rehashing arguments.
I would worry about how he would survive when he went to college!
I would feel guilty when I made parental demands.
I would worry that he was too stressed out.
I would worry if I was a good parent.
I would be bothered when he didn't speak to me.

Annie is now ending her Junior year of high school.
I don't worry half as much about her as I did about Adam.

I sleep really well every night - maybe because I don't wake up in time to even know if she overslept!

I know she'll be fine when she gets to college.  After all, I hear she can't wait until she's 5 hours away!

I hear she can't wait to be 5 hours away, and it doesn't bother me one bit.  It's a little funny, actually.

When she's moody (almost every day) I know it's because she's not getting enough sleep.

It's like a game, guessing which Annie will come home from school each day!

When I get fed up with Annie not using her phone to let me know when her plans
change, I put my foot down and never think twice about it.

When she argues that she told me and I must have forgotten,  I realize she has been using that excuse WAY TO OFTEN lately and I KNOW I am not that forgetful!  Even if I did forget, I figure it's her job to make me remember.  Write me a note or something!

It's funny when the first words she's spoken to me in a week are
"You went to JCrew without me!"

We are constantly changing, evolving, learning from our past mistakes.  I have now seen Adam grow out of childhood and know he appreciates us and doesn't hold a grudge about all we did to him in his high school years.  And I know when they have a few kids of their own,  they will do the same things we did.  Worry, try to fix things for them, aggravate their kids, get angry, put their foot down.

That's just the way it is.

Proud to Be an American

And I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free. And I won't forget the men who died, who gave that right to me. -Lee Greenwood

Talking with my son, Adam, on our recent visit with him in Rome, he make many comments about how much he misses America.  Not home, but our country, our customs, our people,our modern conveniences.  I guess until you've spent an extended period of time outside of our great country, you don't fully appreciate it for all that it is.

Today is Memorial Day here in America, and just like in so many towns and cities around the United States,  our town gathered for a parade to honor our veterans - those living and not living.

As we waited on the town green for the parade to begin,  it was impossible not to notice the festive red, white, and blue outfits on the young...

and the old...

and even the pets...

This little girl was NOT dressed with American garb, but she was too cute not to snap a picture!

The parade finally reached us and it was the same as in past years.

The Veterans, some happy, some pensive...

The fire fighters..

Pastor Buisch sporting his flag tie...

The high school band sporting their brand new uniforms...

There is my daughter, Annie (far right)...

Two decked-out members of the Women's Club...

Some very cute Daisy Scouts...

And Brownie Scouts...

And Boy Scouts too...

The local sports teams are even represented (and Vicki)...

After the parade, there is a little ceremony on the town green honoring our town veterans who have died while in service to our country...

The band plays...

Finally, a procession into the cemetery where a prayer is given...

Shots are fired...

And Taps is sounded...

An American holiday.  A town tradition.

Happy Memorial Day!