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Nights on the Beach

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Photographing images at night is something I have always wanted to be able to do well, but mostly sucked at it. Partly because I didn’t own a decent tripod and partly because I was never quite sure what I was doing. Then I invested in a few really good photography books, received a fantastic lightweight tripod that travels well, and learned more about what I was trying to do. I think I’m starting to get the hang of it.

Running with and throwing glow sticks at the same time.
Running with and throwing glow sticks at the same time.
Running with a red glow stick.
Running with and throwing glow sticks at the same time.

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Pile of Otters


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You Learn Something New Every Day

Yesterday, I transported two of the most adorable Rottweiler puppies to the Atlanta airport so they could get on a plane to go meet their new daddies in Guatemala. And because school is out, I ended up with two helpers who were less thrilled about the getting up at 6 am part of driving to Atlanta, but excited about the prospect of visiting the Georgia Aquarium. It was an incredibly educational trip. Here are some of the things we learned yesterday.

  1. The cargo drop off areas for airlines other than FedEx, UPS or Delta are really hard to find at the Atlanta airport.
  2. Puppies and dead people can potentially be on the same plane. A dude in a hearse dropped off a casket while we were there.
  3. Shipping puppies is fairly common. Another lady was there with a dachshund puppy to be shipped.
  4. Not everyone can tell time and do math. When we got there at 1pm to drop the puppies off, the dude behind the counter told me we would have to wait an hour because we couldn’t drop them off more than 4 hrs before the flight. The flight was scheduled to leave at 4:36pm.
  5. If you are shipping two puppies in one crate, they have to be from the same litter. I don’t know why, but apparently it’s a big deal. Actual conversation I had yesterday:
    Him: Are these puppies from the same litter?Me: I don’t know. Does it matter?

    Him: Yes. If they’re not from the same litter then they can’t travel in the crate together.

    Me: Then they’re from the same litter.

  6. A pile of sleeping otters is one of the cutest things on the planet. Pile of Otters
  7. Alligators do not care if you watch them get it on. This is also very embarrassing for 12 year olds. They may something like, “We can go now.” when they see nature acting, well, naturally.Albino Alligator Lovin'
  8. There is a dolphin show now at the Georgia Aquarium that is…well… The dolphins are amazing. The rest of the show? Yeah, not so much. It was pretty awful. The opposite of fabulous. Times infinity. The dolphins, though, were SPECTACULAR.
  9. Here are the rest of the photos I shot at the Aquarium yesterday. http://www.flickr.com/photos/graceshadix/sets/72157629976879796
  10. I am very tired today.

What’s up with you guys?


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Karma

How To Tell If You Are Karma’s Bitch:

Step One:
Tempt Karma, Fate, the Universe et al.

Example: Forget to go pick up your kid in carpool and don’t realize you’ve forgotten him until he calls you. Immediately rush to the school and pick him up. Feel bad that you lost track of time, but also a little smug that he’s not the last kid to get picked up.

Step Two:
Give Karma, Fate, the Universe et al. a chance to retaliate.

Example: The very next day your kid goes on a field trip. Two hours away.

Step Three:
Determine whether or not Karma, Fate, the Universe et al. owns you.

Example: While your kid is on said field trip two hours away, you get a call from your kid that he’s been sick and wants you to pick him up. This call happens an hour and a half before they’re scheduled to leave said field trip. Did I mention the two hour drive? After three phone calls (one from the kid, one from the nurse, and one from your husband after the nurse also calls him), you drop everything you’re doing and drive FOUR HOURS round trip to pick up your sick kid. Arrive home at roughly the same time you would have if he had ridden the bus back and been picked up from the school.

Survey Says:
YOU ARE KARMA’S BITCH.

Moral of the story: Don’t forget to pick your kid up from school.

Pegasus Hat Front


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Pegasus Reborn

BAD Boy is learning about Greek mythology in school and next week is Greek Week. And on this coming Friday, he has to wear a costume. They drew costume choices out of a hat. His costume? Pegasus.

That’s right. PEGASUS.

In case you were wondering, the only pegasus costumes you can buy are for babies and/or sluts.

So we improvised. We ordered some angel wings from Costume Express. And I made him this hat.

Pegasus Hat Front

Pegasus Hat Front

Pegasus Hat Side

Pegasus Hat Side

Pegasus Hat Back

Pegasus Hat Back

Pegasus Hat Mane

Pegasus Hat Mane

Let me start off by saying that I am freaking AWESOME. No seriously. I am also a genius. And being humble? It’s my best trait.

Seriously, though, I am really really really happy with the way this hat turned out. Especially since I was really ready to burn the pattern. And also drink a lot. I ultimately refrained from burning the pattern. The drinking, though, really helped with deciphering what the hat pattern was saying. I used the Mohawk Hat (Raverly link) pattern, altered the mohawk to a mane and then used the Horse and Unicorn Hat (Ravelry link) crochet pattern to make the ears. (The rest of my project details are here. (Surprise! Also a Ravelry link.)

That’s right. I said CROCHET.

I have a confession to make: I am bi-craftual.

Sort of.

Actually, I’m poly-craftual, but that’s a story for another post.

ANYWAY.

BAD Boy will have this hat, the wings, a long-sleeved plain white shirt, white pants, a tail (I have more of the same yarn the mane is made out of for the tail.) and white shoes. I think that this will make an excellent pegasus costume for a boy.

Also?

I ROCK.

Parasailers


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In Which I Was Sidetracked by the Beach

I had every intention of spinning while I was at the beach. In fact, I did. Just… I only spun while it was raining and well… it only rained the day we drove down and the first full day we were there. You see where this is going right? Yeah, I didn’t spin very much. But would you want to sit inside and spin when you could be outside in this?

Parasailers

This Is What Summer Vacation Is All About

Yeah, I didn’t think so. And for those of you who have never been to an Alabama beach and wonder why I don’t spin outside? I’m not into felting roving onto my wheel. The humidity is just a tad too high for outdoor spinning. It IS, however, perfect for swimming in the ocean and also the pool. And for sitting under a tent while reading a book and having a beverage.

Oh, and also for catching sharks.

SHARK!

SRSLY. SHARK.

BAD Boy caught himself a shark while fishing from the beach shore. A SHARK. Also, that’s my BIL, not my husband. They’re identical twins. Well, identical to everyone else. I don’t think they look all that much alike most of the time. Also? SHARK!

We also saw dolphins, stingray or some kind of ‘ray and of course, crabs.

Can You See It?

Can You See the Crab?

We also saw some bigger crabs in the water. The dolphins we saw while standing on the balcony of our rented condo. There were two different pods that swam by where we were staying. This is the second and smaller pod of three, though you can only see 2 of them in this video. You have to look really closely to see them. There were schools of fish, i.e. good eating, that the dolphins were after. It was so neat to watch them all. We were totally mesmerized by them.

I didn’t get any video or photos of the ‘rays. They were doing what they normally do, which is skimming along the ocean floor and they looked like fast, dark moving groups of blobs underwater, but they were clearly out enjoying some second breakfast. Being down there after a lot of wind and rain and kind of stormy weather brought out all kinds of marine life while we were there. It was pretty cool. Except for, you know, the SHARKS.

Anyway.

Tour de Fleece.

So I will consider this Tour de Fleece a 50/50 win/wash. When I did spin, I did a great job of it (except for that one time with the novelty yarn) and enjoyed myself immensely. But between going on vacation smack dab in the middle of it and also having some back issues, it was simply not meant to be this time around. I guess you could say I was one of those contestants who had the best of intentions of finishing, but events conspired against me otherwise. I have, however, rekindled my love of my wheel and spinning. And because of that, I think it was well worth the effort. Now what I really need to do is set the twist on all the yarn I’ve spun both during Tour de Fleece and before. Next up? Figuring out what I’m going to do with all of it.

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How To Tell If Your Surprise Is A Success

BAD Boy: What’s for lunch?

Me: I don’t know. There’s leftover pizza from your birthday party last night if you want some.

BAD Boy: There was pizza?

Me: Yes. Don’t you remember?

BAD Boy: I don’t remember anything last night except the limo.

I am not one to spent $175 for an hour ride in a stretch H2 limo no matter how cool it might be. However, there was a groupon a few weeks back for an hour limo ride for $45 and I was totally down with that so I bought it specifically to surprise BAD Boy at his birthday party. Plus, between our two cars, B and I didn’t have enough seat belts to haul 8+ kids from the skating rink to Yogurt Mountain. But with a limo? PLENTY of space. So much space, in fact, that the girls who “crashed” his party got to ride with them. Not to brag or anything (but I totally am), BAD Boy’s party will be the most talked about event of the school year. Or at least until the end of the year school party.

We made sure all the other parents knew that the kids would be riding in a limo after the skating part of the party and that it was a surprise for the boys. (I always think it’s a good idea to let folks know about stuff like that in case they’re not comfortable with it. We also have great parents in our community who are quick to offer a hand or car if needed.) And man was it ever!  Two of the boys we invited rode with us to the skating rink (the rest met us there) and my little Civic only holds 5 people. We were at max capacity. When we were leaving the rink, one of the boys who rode with us asked me if everyone was going to fit into the one car. It was the perfect set up. We were walking through the doors of the rink right at that moment to leave.

Him: Are we all going to fit into the one car?

Me: Yeah. Don’t worry. We’ll have room for everyone in the car. ::points to limo:: We’ll all be in there.

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The kids went ballistic and ran for the limo. It was awesome. BAD Boy, however, only heard his friend ask about the car. He missed what I said and was also the last kid out the door. (I think he was preoccupied with the cell phone he finally got for his birthday.) You could say he was a little unprepared for what came next. And well…you can see his reaction for yourself. It was absolutely priceless.

 

 

Just so you know, I made B ride in the limo with the kids. I drove my car and followed the limo. My car? Blissfully silent.


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Out of the Mouths of Babes…Or Something Like That

BAD Boy on learning that I was going to go see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt.1 sneak peek and he wasn’t going with me:

Well, you know…Harry DIES.

My response:

Yeah. I know. I read the book.

Him:

Why does it have to be Harry? Why can’t it be Ron or Hermoine?

Me:

If you’d read the book, you’d know why.

Him:

Well, I talked to someone who read the book. And they said Harry dies.

Me:

Yes. He does.

Him:

But why?

Me:

If you’d read the book, you’d know why.

Him:

Nah…I’ll just wait to see the movie.


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Adventures in Camping

Tents are much easier to pitch now than they used to be. Especially when you have minions pitching it for you.
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Husband left about 3 hours ago for more supplies. Starting to suspect he has ditched camping for the safety of civilization. Or the football game.
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Have not spotted any scorpions or spiders yet. May have something to do with the bottle of bug spray I used earlier. Seriously. I bathed in it.
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If there is a bridge available over a small ravine, boys will jump and run in and out of the ravine right next to the bridge.
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Husband finally returned from getting supplies. Despite being gone 3 hours, all is forgiven because he came back with booze.
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Found all the spiders. They are all in the ladies bathroom. From now on will require escort to restroom who will also double as spider assassin.
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Boy Scouts have just learned how to make loops for their safety whistles. I may need to start drinking now.
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Just scratched a scab on my arm and now it’s bleeding. Hope there aren’t any land sharks nearby.
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Have a piece of apple skin stuck between my teeth and can’t get it out. This will be the death of me. Walked up to the camp store looking for floss. They didn’t have any floss. Or toothpicks. However, a business card will work in a pinch.
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Husband is my hero. He was my pee buddy and KILLED ALL THE BUGS that were in the bathroom. He even made sure there weren’t any bugs under the toilet seat. Really glad I decided to marry him.
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Feeling very survivalist eating pre-packaged dried fruit snack in the woods while sitting in my camp chair and journaling on my phone.
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The Scouts are supposed to be cooking dinner. I hope it’s gourmet… My “gourmet” dinner was a hot dog with mustard. There weren’t even any chips! These kids won’t be earning a culinary chef badge any time soon.
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Just heard thunder. Will probably be sleeping in the car.
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All the kids are running around with glow sticks in the dark. It looks like some kind of deranged hippie rave sans music. Also got beaned in the head by a glow stick that belonged to some kid proclaiming to be Darth Vader. I think he made his point with my concussion.
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Now the boys are playing hide and go seek in the dark (with flashlights and glow sticks). This should end well.
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Have retreated to the tent. Am now laying on my sleeping bag on top of the blow up mattress under the fan/light and readung a book on my Kindle while having an adult beverage. Maybe this camping thing isn’t so bad after all. Will wait until morning before making final decision.
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Overheard while in the tent:
Do you mind if I run around in my underwear?
Yes.
But they’re Guitar Hero!
……
Look at my armpit hair!
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Woke up at 6:30 am because I had to pee. Sleep made me brave and I went to the bathroom all by myself. Also B used the bug spray all up in that joint yesterday and all the bugs are dead. Victory is mine!
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It rained on and off through the night and now it’s raining again. Really glad we pulled all our gear inside the tent last night. Started raining again after I got up. Husband is once again my hero as he braves the rain to make me coffee. OK, so it’s more of a drizzle, but still. I am not in it.
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BAD Boy and B decided to try freeze dried bacon and eggs. BAD Boy’s verdict: I am NEVER going to be an astronaut.
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Sudden downpour of rain timed perfectly with the breakdown of our tent. Well played, Mother Nature. Well played.
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Morning salvaged with breakfast at Waffle House.

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