Candid Reflections

May 13, 2008

Smiles are Contagious, You Know

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This one’s for Jenny who mentioned how she admires bovine creatures.

























I met up with this complacent little heffer the other day.  All I wanted to do was photograph her good side, but she just wouldn’t have it!  Determined to draw out the sweetness that I knew was in there, I decided to present her with my biggest, warmest smile and just look what she flashed back at me… 


May 12, 2008

Ahhh….Sweet Innocence!

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A Recent Conversation With My Nephew

My nephew J: “Aunt Shell, I love to watch the chicks!”

Me:  “Yah, they are pretty fascinating, aren’t they?”

a few seconds go by…

Me:  “How old are you now J?”

J:  “Seven and a quarter… or maybe it’s a nickel?”
















It’ll be fun to show him this picture in another ten years and ninety-five cents… and something tells me, the chicks he’ll be noticing then won’t have beaks and feathers.

February 28, 2008

Where have you been all my life!

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Not only has Photoshop provided me with ample opportunity to express my zany, quirky side (as seen in yesterday’s post); but it has also assisted me in becoming a much more productive and all around proficient kind of gal. 

Why, just the other day, with the help of photoshop I replaced a window that had been blown out by a passing storm.


Talk about a real sense of accomplishment!

And when a light-bulb needs replacing – no problem, I’m right on it!


I can’t even begin to tell you how it has allieviated the agony of laundry for me.  There’s no stain that’s too stubborn for Photoshop!


And if I never wipe a snotty nose again, that’d be okay – just look how Photoshop and I cleaned the tootsie roll off this scrumptious little mug:


Photoshop…what did I ever do without you?!!

February 27, 2008

Photoshop – It’s a nifty little tool.

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Some people like to use Photoshop to help determine what color to paint their house, others to strategically design their landscaping. (These are just a couple of the 854,356,743 things it can do!)

Me, on the other hand, when I load my house into photoshop… I like to give the place a little personality!

We loooove love love to eat foods of the Orient, on this night my fella most likely brought home take-out:


Then there was that afternoon the Cat in the Hat showed up:


These are both fun indeed…

but the house I love most is the house that’s bursting with laughter and love!151blog.jpg

February 11, 2008

About wrestling, by the way…

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I haven’t always esteemed organized wrestling as I did on this evening.  My first introduction to the diverse sport of wrestling was in Mr. D’s eighth-grade History class, tributes to the World Wrestling Federation.  I’m sure that lots of fine teaching and learning took place in this particular class, but for some reason my easily distract-able mind is only able to recall the days (more than you’d want me to recount) when the order of business went something like this: 

  1. Teacher talks about historical names, dates, and events for approximately 10.2 minutes.
  2. Teacher passes out worksheets to students.
  3. Teacher walks over to TV in front of classroom, inserts video of various WWF matches that he had previously recorded,  then kicks back in teacher’s desk.
  4. Yours truly gawks from own desk, until the bell rings of course, letting me know it was time to pick my disturbed little jaw up off the floor, gather my newly earned homework, and proceed to my next class.

During this class, I learned more about the glamorized world of wrestling than I ever wanted to know.  Big, sweaty men in absurdly creative costumes with names like Rubber-band Man (who literally had rubber-bands dangling from various locks of hair, including facial hair, if my memory is correct), Roddy “The Rod” Piper, Hulk Hogan, and The Undertaker screaming threats at one another into microphones that looked the size of Q-tips in their puffy hands.  And then the maneuvers… the flinging, flying, pouncing, and body bouncing.  I just have one question, who was the choreographer and why didn’t he get more credit? 

Well, eighth grade didn’t last forever, and my first and only exposure to the sport of wrestling was soon a fading impression.  Until… a few years later….I’d joined the cheer squad at my high school and had enjoyed the experience of cheering for sports such as football and basketball.  But then came wrestling season…when I learned that we cheered for the sport of wrestling I couldn’t believe it!  In my mind, all I could picture were big bellied boys, stretched back in elastic ropes, then flying towards each other as if having been freed from some mocking sling shot.  How could they make us cheer for that?! 

But then it happened…my first experience at a real, bona fide, unglamorized, high-school wrestling match.   It was amazing!  There was no hype, no flopping around in an arena like obese fish.  There was just a mat, a referee, some fans, and a couple rows of well-prepared, strapping, teen-aged boys ready to ‘make it happen.’  Some had been gulping water, others were sweating it out, they’d stepped on a scale, and now they were ready to put to action the maneuvers they’d studied and practiced.  There was rhyme, there was reason.  And, I soon discovered, wrestling is one of the funnest sports to cheer for because it’s personal.  For the wrestler, it’s all or nothing.  He hasn’t any teammates to hide behind, only his skill to rely on.  When he finishes his round, the wrestler can savor the true satisfaction of his own hard work and skill,…or not.

I cheered with a happy heart that first wrestling event of my short-lived cheering career.  Happy, and relieved to discover a wholesomeness I wasn’t expecting to find.  And now…several  years later, here I am raising three little boys who think wrestling is as natural to life as climbing a tree or playing with Legos.  They’ll occasionally challenge each other for position in the pecking order, and then get back to being buddies and getting on with life.  Could it get any more wholesome than that?

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