Wordless Wednesday: Seagulls. Rock.

No Gull is an Island
Taken on Manasquan Beach, NJ on a much warmer day, in November. #nofilter

“Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?” - Richard Bach (Jonathan Livingston Seagull)

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Teaching our kids how NOT to take a compliment, nailed it!

Teaching kids how to take a compliment

I made a lot of dumb choices, early in life (okay, fine, very recently too) and now that I'm older (never you mind just how old) do I understand that stupid choices, more often than not, lead to making better decisions, later on.

But, don't tell my kids...not just yet...okay?!?

Oh, but I feel it safe to say that anyone who knows me (most especially, IRL) would probably agree:  my husband is an example of a pretty gosh-darned good pick.

But, this post is NOT about him (you're welcome, sweetie!) or necessarily even about me.

It is about my husband AND me, because a bulk of our parenting decisions have been based on stuff that we either:

  • Experienced ourselves, as children
  • We've royally screwed up, as young adults

So, we've tried to raise our children to be all the things that we were/are not and, at the very least, a mashup of our better parts, like:

  • I like to keep things light and encourage self-depricating humor as an art form
  • He is super smart and has good sense, especially knowing when to laugh at my jokes

You know, stuff like that.  Teaching our kids how to take a compliment, not so much.

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When even a walk in the park, is no walk in the park.

One of the many reasons why I love living on the East coast (and YES, there is more than one reason to love Jersey, shuddup!) is our ability to experience all four seasons...sometimes all in the same week, today, it's autumn.

Autumn in Jersey
Oh, hello there Autumn!

It's been a very stressful week/month/year/seriously, it's probably better if we just quit keeping score, because...DAYUM!!!!'s hard out here with teenagers...the stress, she is NOT, I kicked myself out of the house and took my two oldest girls with me, because they really should learn to plan on NOT being home...a little time.

Heather and Holly in the park
They've walked along this trail about a thousand times, it never gets old.

Now that my kids are older, they have this thing about walking alongside their mother.  Not because they're embarrassed about being seen walking with their mother (not that they've admitted to, out loud, anyway) it's just that I am not a very good walker, especially when I have my camera with me.

The trees, they speak to meI don't mean to be a bother, but...SQUIRREL!!!!...somebody carved my initials into that tree...oh, and look at the texture of that bark...hey, that's a really cool place for mushrooms to grow, you think...oh AND that a Hobbit hole?!?

Heather and Holly, not waiting for me.
They're a lot faster and much more nimble than when they were little.

Everytime I looked up...I mean, faced-forward...the girls were further ahead than the last...SQUIRREL!!!

Teens are lot further than they seem, trust me!
Teens are lot further away than they seem, trust me!

The thing about being out of shape is that you do not realize just how badly you are out of shape, until you are way far away from the car.

In this case, my borked-up back was getting on the sciatic nerve in my left leg's...ummmm...last nerve.

"You wait here, I'll go and get the car."

So, while my oldest went to get the car (pausing to acknowledge any residual angst about my having a kid old enough for a driver's license, SHUDDUP and DER!!!!) my middle girl and I...very...very...slooooooooowly...started our way back up the trail and I was feeling pretty low (not to mention, old-ish) when she grabbed my hand, gave it a squeeze and then tried her best to make me feel a little better.

"That's okay, I have to go pee, really bad, anyway!"

Aaaaand, you know what?!?  It worked!!!  Because I, on the other hand, had the good sense to go before we left.

[sound of crickets, chirping]

Oh, look, a roller coaster for chipmunks!

Hey, look...doesn't that look like a really fun roller coaster...for squirrels?!?


Good thing I have jury duty, tomorrow:  all that mostly sitting (for the next 2 days) will have me in tip-top shape for the cancer walk, this weekend.

Stupid borked-up back, dumbass cancer.

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{nearly} Wordless Wednesday: Iris in the Morning

Iris in the Morning
No edits, no filters, no iPhone, it's all Iris.

ALTERNATE BLOG POST TITLE:  Reason why I rushed out the front door early this morning and nearly beaned myself into unconsciousness (pro tip: check to make sure the storm door is actually unlocked!) I wanted to get this shot before the raindrops evaporated -- I blame all you more-expert-like photographers out there AND!

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Freshly-Brewed Elsewhere:  I am very honored to be working with Hallmark as a Life is a Special Occasion featured blogger, which allows me the opportunity to share personal stories, insights and inspirations in enjoying simple every day moments.  This month,  I'm sharing my celebrity crush(es) and how my LOVE for vampires runs deep.

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