Check out my Slide Show!

I couldn’t help it.  I just HAD to try out www.slide.com!  Wow.  Besides, I don’t have to upload 21 individual photos.  Yeah!  Enjoy our night around town.

Summer Bounty at Buffalo Lake

Church services were held today down at the bandshell, so Georgia, myself, and the rest of the family went to church and then took some playful shots.  I say playful because I am still learning and playing with the settings to capture the perfect photo.  Here’s what we saw:

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Buffalo Lake has a beautiful fountain!  It’s even more spectacular at night when lit up.

 

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Is there anything more beautiful that a Peony in full bloom?  Yum!

ScrapMania (Really!)

On Friday night, Kory returned home from a month long trip to Sweden, Denmark, Norway and Iceland.  It is so good to have her back in home!  Also, on Friday, Adara was called back to employment by Target Corporation, (yeah, Target!  I don’t have to boycott you any longer—kidding–I never could boycott that store), so we three little girls had reason to celebrate. 

I had booked us a table at Archivers to do some scrapbooking on Saturday night, so with bins in tow, (I haven’t moved up to the wheelie case thing yet), we started our excursion at 3:00 and ended it at 9:00.  Adara said she was going to blog her own pictures at http://proudlybrewed.blogspot.com

Here’s the work of ‘the mom’.  Oh, and not all of these got done in that one little 6 hour session!  No way, no how!

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Just for Fun…

It has been a quiet week in Lake Wobegon, (kidding—I mean Buffalo, MN), where scrapbooking, writing, reading, and picture taking have been the focal points of the week.   In other words, CREATIVITY ABOUNDS!

Last night, Chris and I sat on the beach of Buffalo Lake and watched the sun set while debating the merits of the paper he was working on.  I still say I am right, but research proved to me last night that collegiate women athletes have a lower self esteem than non-collegiate woman athletes.  I would have thought that a woman at that level of fitness and dedication would be fairly self assured.

Anyhow, back at the ranch, we took Georgia to the lake with us to capture the essence of a peaceful weekend.  After some tweaking on picnik, here are a couple of shots.

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Pumping Iron

Oh well, this one doesn’t depict the beauty of a sun setting over the lake but rather the beauty of a man always willing to make me laugh.  Can you believe that in our little cow-town of Buffalo, MN, they have workout equipment like this sitting around the park?  There’s a stairstepper which looks out over the lake and equipment for arms, legs, back, shoulders, etc.  Unique.  Progressive.  Never in this lifetime will you find me using it!  Awkward!

Can Integrity be Justified?

I am really wrestling with something tonight and I would like any and all of your comments.  I’m starting to wonder if I am the abnormal one here and should just learn to ‘go with the flow’ regardless of how that flow affects others as well as my own well being.

I’ve shared with you before here on this blog that I work part time for a company struggling greatly.  The new leader of this fledgling organization, (there are only 2-1/2 of us left) is a man who will tell you and everyone else he comes in contact with that he is a “man of his word,” and “filled to the brim with integrity.”  However, I unfortunately write that his actions are usually the complete opposite of what comes out of his mouth.  He lies to people, is presently in some severe conflict of interest situations that I think could end up in a court of law, and he caters to the will of the elite shareholders of our organization at the expense of the ‘everyday Joe’ member.

I know many people who exhibit similar qualities of this man, however I have never met anyone who so proudly states that he is filled with integrity, is honest, and loyal.  There is little he works harder at than justifying his ill-willed decisions and trying to talk others into seeing that they are correct and appropriate. 

It is now to the point that the stress of what I deal with on a daily basis is starting to physically affect me.  His emanating leadership style trickles down to me and the other employee left and we are to the point where we don’t disagree with our leader any longer or even offer an alternate suggestion-any idea other than his is not worthy.

So what do I do?  I want more than anything to have this situation come to an end but in these tough economical times, who I am to see the blessing of having a job as a negative?  And to be a bit more calloused, why should I even care?  I see people go through their careers not caring about their reputation or their organization and no matter how sometimes I envy that, I just can’t seem to leave the personal out of the professional.  

When your job, albeit part time, makes you physically and mentally ill, and when you’re put in a situation that you completely disagree with, is it just time to pull the plug and trust that God is showing you all these shenanigans for a reason?  At what point is my life my life regardless of the paycheck involved?

My Mother’s Day

A reflection on Mother’s Day:

I am 43 years old.  We had the first of our three kids when I was 20. The second child arrived 10 1/2 months after the first, and child #3 entered this world 7 years later.  Chris and I were college juniors when Adara was born and college seniors when Kory showed up.  Yup, two twenty one year old “kids” graduating from college with two kids of their own.  Needless to say, I was the only graduate that year who pulled that one off.

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Since motherhood showed up on my doorstep in a blaze of fury, I have worked full time, attended graduate school, mothered 3 overly active children, and kept up a home, (I’m not looking for accolades here so please bear with me.). 

It came out in conversation with my wonderful husband a few nights ago that I won’t let myself have any downtime.  While growing up, my father made this out of the question, so once I moved on and had my own family, I, too, threw the notion of rest and relaxation under the bus.  I was supposed to keep going-like the Energizer Bunny.  Needing time to regroup only meant I was weak.

Boy, was I ever wrong.  Now, with all the baggage still hovering, I am trying with all my might to not feel guilty for resting.  My job is 1/2 time at best right now, so I am writing and learning.  But because of this 1/2 time status, I feel guilty, so I don’t write like I should; I “try” to clean the house, do laundry, etc., but mostly I just sit and spin.  I was talking to my awesome mother-in-law yesterday, and she told me to just quit even the 1/2 time gig, get a cleaning lady, and focus full time on myself and my writing.  Wow, can I keep her for another 23+ years?Yup, feet propped up and twittering

So, here’s my visual mantra: Mother’s Day 2009.   I worshiped this morning, I read from my new book club’s selection, I ate glorious food prepared and served to me by my family, and I rested.  Yes, I rested and I loved it.  Slowly, if I work hard, the guilt associated with my resting will go.  With all the love and support I get, how can I fail?

For the love of Georgia, (my camera)

This morning, Chris and I headed our for a drive and took Georgia along.  We headed no where in particular, but it really didn’t matter–there is beauty in everything.

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I thought this sumac bush was having a bit of an identity crisis.  Is it spring?  Is it fall?  I’m not quite sure so I’ll just stand still for a while longer.

 

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“Oh, what a tangled web we weave when we practice to deceive.”  Looking at this tangled mess reminded me of that quotation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I am a sucker for old, dilapidated barns that are still majestic yet hanging onto life by a thread.

 

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This is Chris’ idea of what would be the opposite of Georgia O’Keeffe’s work. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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An old neighbor of mine growing up now owns this farm.  In a tribute to 1976, I aged the photo to resemble the look of the era.