31 December 2010

holiday sinfulness

holiday sinfulness

Here's what kept me busy December 23-24. I gave it all away so don't bother to beg. Besides, it's not very becoming of you. ;o)

If you'd like to know what everything is, I listed them on flickr. Clicking the image will get you there.

In other news (from more then a week ago), we attended a going away party for a friend who left Christmas Day to study in India for six months! I've included her travel blog in my links if you care to explore (sans a plane trip to India).

30 December 2010

september

september

I added a few more. And yes, I'm aware of how stupid January is. I thought I'd make an attempt at drawing with one of those brush pens, but I obviously should've practiced before jumping right in.

Naturally, Kensi was my model for this page. I love my little calendar girl... ;o)

29 December 2010

april

april

I put a few more months up on flickr. The year will be over before you know it!

28 December 2010

november

november

I couldn't share this before Christmas, but I spent most of my free time in December working on a 2011 calendar for my hubby. I'm still not finished though. I have two months to complete before the first of the year. Every year he seems to put off buying a calendar for work until March. So, which of us is the bigger procrastinator? Ha!

But, he loved it saying "it's funny, sexy, fantastic-just like her..." Ain't that sweet? I would've throw retarded into the mix, but I'm less p.c. than he is.

24 December 2010

family portrait with old milwaukee and cactus

family portrait with schlitz

Front row: Brother, Grampa, Sister. Back row: Great-grampa, me being held by Dad, and obviously unhappy. He probably just plucked me off that cactus. Whoever took this shot was pretty proud of that cactus because it gets as much photo real estate as Great-grampa.

My first year of life was Great-grampa's last and I've been told that when he became bed-ridden, we kept each other company. He would pull up his knees so I could sit on his stomach and do whatever babies do to entertain the elderly. In turn, he would speak Norwegian to me.

Win-win.

I'm pretty decked out actually. This may be from my baptism. I never liked water and still can't swim. That's probably the reason I'm crying. And check out the Old Milwaukee can! Remember when you had to open cans with can openers? Yes, I'm that old. 

23 December 2010

christmas 1957

christmas 1957

Looks like it was a musical Christmas this year! L to R: My Uncle Donnie, Great-grandpa Julius, handing Donnie a trumpet; Uncle Ronnie, playing a Mickey Mouse guitar; and Mom and Dad on xylophone. Newlyweds of two months! Mom still a teenager donning her poodle skirt. The following Christmas, Dad would be in the Air Force, my brother would be born, and they'd be living in Florida. My sister came less than a year later. Mom and Dad still teenagers! Common sense kicked in and they waited until they were in their twenties before I came along.

This explains why there's always been five generations alive at any given time on our family. Often with two or more great-great-grandparents! Currently both my Grandmothers are alive, and I have three great- nieces or -nephews. That puts me in the middle generation, doesn't it? Yes, my sons are old enough to make me a grandparent...but let's not go there just yet.

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I may or may not get another post up before the holiday hits, if not I hope each of you is surrounded with love this Christmas...

21 December 2010

the lake is gonna drain at that angle

the lake is gonna drain at that angle

Once again, Gramma doing her thing. Seated on the rock, is her father-in-law, my Great-Grandpa Julius. I think the dog is Ginger. I would venture to guess that they're minnow fishing as when I was little we would use bamboo poles like this, and great-grampa doesn't appear to using anything bigger than a worm for bait.

Ginger better hope they have no plans for musky fishing.

It looks like whoever took the photo this day, was the one holding the beer.

20 December 2010

the revling's

emmoline
  emmoline

Gramma cooked three meals a day for Grampa, their three kids and a farmhard. Every Monday was wash day. Clothes were on the line in 20ยบ F weather. Saturday was baking day. Her kitchen was (is) no bigger than most people's bathroom, but every Saturday the counters were overflowing with fresh bread, one or two types of cookies, and once in a while, my favorite...doughnuts!

I posted several photos now of her fishing. She absolutely loved it! Probably would go still if her walker could get her down to a creek. I recall Mom waking me and my sister up, in what seemed like the middle of the night, so we could get up and go fishing with Gramma and Great-gramma. Four generations of gals out of the shore eating cheddar cheese sandwiches. If anyone got a bite, Great-gramma would mosey up to you and throw her line practically right on top of yours. What a character!

Gramma also taught Sunday school and at the end of every school season, she took all her kids on an overnight camping trip. By that I mean, pitched a big tent on a friend's land with a beautiful stream, and go from kid to kid helping them put hooks in their worms. That evening, she built a fire to cook the fish over, which turned into the night's campfire. I don't recall there being a boy- or girl-scouts when I was growing up in central Wisconsin, so I'm sure this is as close as many of these kids came to that experience.

gordon
gordon

Grampa. Dairy farmer, carpenter, veteran. Built the dining set he's sitting at. After 30-40 years, the set was moved to my parents' kitchen where it sat another 30-40. When Grampa was done for the day, building something, milking cows or plowing a field, this table saw many a card game. Canasta, sheep-head, crazy eight if a grandchild was included. I remember my Grandparents watching Hee Haw and The Lawrence Welk Show, but not much else. They would just as soon sit around playing cards. My two uncles included. Occasional my other Great-gramma who lived across the street would join them and make a late night of it. 8 or 9 o'clock even!

All five of those hooligans liked their beer too! But this story would get pretty long if I open that can of worms. ;o)

19 December 2010

no, that's not a t-shirt

no, that's not a t-shirt.

Grampa, sporting a serious farmer's tan. In the days before sun screen and melanoma were common words in our summer vocabulary.

I dedicated today to Christmas cookie production! I only baked the apple cookies, but have five more types in the freezer. I thought the apple ones might freeze better baked. I'll have to store them in the (freezing) porch as I finish them. Gramma always gives out containers of cookies for Christmas too. I tried not baking any of her "regulars" except I am making her caramel cookies. They are one of my favorites and are always one of the first kinds to disappear.

I'd like to attempt some candy too but I have dog walking duties again this week. My intentions may be overreaching. The road to Christmas...is paved with broken candy canes.

18 December 2010

goatee vs. van dyke

goatee vs. van dyke

I haven't posted any vintage family photos in a while so I thought I'd take this holiday week to share some more (before we head back "home" and return the photo albums).

Gramma and Grampa are up to their usual shenanigans here. In the barnyard, where all the best shenanigans take place. A while ago, I posted this shot of Grampa, taken at the same time. I would've assumed Gramma took the first shot, but then I'm left to wonder who took this one.

Guess I could ask her this week.

15 December 2010

...to all.

...to all.

I've become predictable in that when sunlight hits snow, I will put the star filter on my lensbaby and go overboard. Click the image to take you to several more shots.

This is one of my favorites from last year.

Consider this your Christmas card this year. Allowing you to save me the postage will be your gift to me.

UPDATE: This week's Sticky Finger gallery (which I view on occasion but rarely join in) was Sparkle. Since I had already posted a appropriate addition, I thought "what the heck?"

13 December 2010

bathroom p.o.v. hers/his

bathroom p.o.v. hers/his

Thought I'd share two views from my toilet. Hers and his.

No, I didn't actually take the shots while sitting on it. That would be such a Greg move. I had the 50mm lens on so I had to back up into the tub to get the male perspective. If I could've backed up any more, you'd see the framed photo on my toilet tank of John Lennon with guitar, taken (stealthily) at a filming of Hard Days Night.

10 December 2010

giddy-up!

giddy-up!

The neighbor girls decided Cam would make a good horse.

Cam went to the vet yesterday for shots and came back with a clean bill of health! I've been telling people he's something like 13-15 years old, when they ask. We don't really celebrate cat birthdays around here so it's easy for those years slip by without notice. Turns out, he is now 16 1/2 years old! I'd be more aware if he were asking to borrow the car.

09 December 2010

road rage

road rage

Leftover Halloween shot. Here's another...

I've had a cold all week. Which did not keep me from my duties as a friend's dog walker. Although, I am glad he returned today because handling two large dogs while trying to blow your nose, is a job better suited to some hindu god.

06 December 2010

cam & isaac

old man
old man

young man
young man

Now that there's snow on the ground, the cats want to be indoors 23 hours out of the day. There's still the desire to go out, but it's usually a trip from the back door to the front. So far they've only used the litter box once since venturing in, so I can't complain there.

05 December 2010

in three months time...

in three months time...

Sorry if my diptychs are too wide for your screen. I'm grabbing the link from flickr and the medium size isn't cutting it for me. Anyhoo, the right side of this photo is what we're looking at now for the next, oh...four months. I really do love having the extra living space the remainder of the year. But living for a few years in southern California and a small island off Japan taught me that waiting for warmth and sunshine makes you appreciate it that much more when it arrives.

Remind me of this come March, ok?

03 December 2010

2002-2010

2002-2010

The day we planted spring bulbs on Nigel's grave and placed his headstone, blackbirds flew overhead by the thousands. We stood there for a solid fifteen minutes with our necks craned back...

02 December 2010

just a month behind in posting now...

just a month behind in posting now...

I did not do these for a job, nor do I have young children in the house. Sometimes just a creative outlet is needed. So why not a delicious one! The spiders are homemade truffles including legs made from chocolate melted and drawn into row upon row of V's, then snipped apart when dried. The webs are melted white "chips". (I see they don't call them chocolate anymore, which I'm on board with since I never understood how they deserved that title in the first place.) You have to work fast with melted white chips. It's overly runny if too warm, and thickens up fast as it cools. Things can get messy.

I just pretend the spiders were slipped a few mickeys.

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this blog is my "live" photo album of sorts. occasionally, i'll throw in some art i've done or some work of my husband's as he's an artist as well. we have a nice yard in a quiet neighborhood with two pugs and a cat, all black. which most of my photos will attest too. ;) i'd love to hear from you, but happy for you to just browse. hope you find something to make you smile. b.