Just an update...I dropped my camera in the surf!! a month or so ago. It still is operable, but my LCD looks like an unchanging cloud that doesn't dissipate. I am about to send my camera off for repairs, but I don't know if it can be repaired or not because salt I believe is corrosive, which really sucks.
I have updated my photo blog some with cell phone photos I have taken when I did not have my camera with me. I'm not that big of a fan of cell phone photos, but some of them I think take pretty good photos.
I do want to change my photo blog around, but then there are some pages I want to remain, and just add to. I may add other pages, and or take some pages away depending photos captured out there somewhere, and where creative thought my lead me.
I hate to be away from my camera, and I have delayed sending it off for repair because of that. What I hate I am about to do...I think, and I wonder if it's even repairable?
I could just kick myself, and I was so pissed when I dropped it at the beach that day. The tide was out, but the wet, saturated sand was enough to do the deed even as quickly as I reached down and picked it up!!! BUMMER!
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving
To Everyone, and a Happy Holiday Season to All! I wish you Peace, Love, and Happiness, and that we not forget the sick/suffering/starving (including unwanted animals), the less fortunate, our men and women who serve us, and have served us, and to not take for granted what we see and have all around us. Be the LIGHT in the World for all to see.
Love,
Amanda
Love,
Amanda
He' 18 How did THAT Happen?!
From this:
To this:
And This:
His Love Steph:
From Lil man Cute to Handsome:
Always my baby helping to prepare for baby (sister):
To the Loving Protective Brother Always:
We LOVE you Son-You're The Best-HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY!! But How in the World Did that Happen?
To this:
And This:
His Love Steph:
From Lil man Cute to Handsome:
Always my baby helping to prepare for baby (sister):
To the Loving Protective Brother Always:
We LOVE you Son-You're The Best-HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY!! But How in the World Did that Happen?
But always remember what the Buddha says: "Your Work is to Discover Your World and Then With All Your Heart Give Yourself To It."
Love,
Your Family..
Monday, November 17, 2008
She's 5 Now
She turned 5 on Veteran's Day November 11th, a day I'm happy that she shares with the many in uniform who served and sacrificed for a better world for her to be born in before she was ever born, and for those future veterans who are serving and sacrificing for all.
She's always been a mover and a shaker even before birth. I felt her wiggles at 9 weeks, and being my 2nd pregnancy I was sure of, but amazed/skeptical I felt so early, until she grew more. As those baby wiggles grew stronger I began to know the baby inside me better, and I knew I had felt her at 9 weeks. By 14 weeks she was thoroughly enjoying her boundless freedom. As the pregnancy progressed, and her boundless freedom was becoming more and more threatened she fought for room. My bump seemed to always be a moving, contorted bump more than just a bump.
She did not like to be "monitored" when Dr's or nurses strapped the belts around her when she was the bump of my tummy. She had to have her freedom as much as possible, and with the added restraint of the belts she was determined to fight fiercely for what little freedom she had left.
I kept a miserable cold from the 5th month until birth at one time being hospitalized I was so sick. Each day the pregnancy progressed the worse my misery became. Antibiotics or any medications or breathing treatments did little to quell my misery. I cried. I coughed. I couldn't breathe. I threw up. She never stopped moving. I was desperate for RELIEF. I call my ob crying, went to the ER. I went to my OB. I went to my MD. I went to the ER again, and was admitted. My sweet ob I heard out in the hallway ask "Where's my girl?" He came in,
and I begged him to get this baby out of me, because everyone seemed to think that whatever this cold was was not to go away until after she was "free." He checked my cervix, which with none of my pregnancies every cooperates until the end of time. So, here I am very pregnant, with a mover and a shaker fighting for her freedom, can't breathe, sore, tired of coughing, just tired, lying on my head to be prepared for lasix treatment, and subsequent breathing treatments, which helped very little. I just resigned myself to my fate. Cameron did not. I think all of that was her way of demanding her freedom!
2 weeks later we barely made it to the hospital before she won her battle for her freedom. She let me have the best rest I had had in months, and then she snuck up on me without me knowing. When she did let me know it was flurry of activity there-after, and then her sweet little calm self was lying in my arms, looking at me contently because she was free.
Not much has changed.
She's always been a mover and a shaker even before birth. I felt her wiggles at 9 weeks, and being my 2nd pregnancy I was sure of, but amazed/skeptical I felt so early, until she grew more. As those baby wiggles grew stronger I began to know the baby inside me better, and I knew I had felt her at 9 weeks. By 14 weeks she was thoroughly enjoying her boundless freedom. As the pregnancy progressed, and her boundless freedom was becoming more and more threatened she fought for room. My bump seemed to always be a moving, contorted bump more than just a bump.
She did not like to be "monitored" when Dr's or nurses strapped the belts around her when she was the bump of my tummy. She had to have her freedom as much as possible, and with the added restraint of the belts she was determined to fight fiercely for what little freedom she had left.
I kept a miserable cold from the 5th month until birth at one time being hospitalized I was so sick. Each day the pregnancy progressed the worse my misery became. Antibiotics or any medications or breathing treatments did little to quell my misery. I cried. I coughed. I couldn't breathe. I threw up. She never stopped moving. I was desperate for RELIEF. I call my ob crying, went to the ER. I went to my OB. I went to my MD. I went to the ER again, and was admitted. My sweet ob I heard out in the hallway ask "Where's my girl?" He came in,
and I begged him to get this baby out of me, because everyone seemed to think that whatever this cold was was not to go away until after she was "free." He checked my cervix, which with none of my pregnancies every cooperates until the end of time. So, here I am very pregnant, with a mover and a shaker fighting for her freedom, can't breathe, sore, tired of coughing, just tired, lying on my head to be prepared for lasix treatment, and subsequent breathing treatments, which helped very little. I just resigned myself to my fate. Cameron did not. I think all of that was her way of demanding her freedom!
2 weeks later we barely made it to the hospital before she won her battle for her freedom. She let me have the best rest I had had in months, and then she snuck up on me without me knowing. When she did let me know it was flurry of activity there-after, and then her sweet little calm self was lying in my arms, looking at me contently because she was free.
Not much has changed.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Please Visit this Blog
The disease of alcohol has many sufferers the drinker and the drinker's loved ones. If you know of anyone who is suffering from this disease, and they want help in their recovery process as they stop drinking this is a wonderful blog for them to go to for support! I haven't had the time to read all of it, but there is also a post titled "Tough Love-A Solution or a Problem? Addiction and Anxiety of the Sufferer and Loved one Will Bring Into Play."
He writes about who to turn to to survive the horror and depression of alcoholism, the multiple anxieties an alcoholic faces, do's and don't's of surviving the anxiety of alcoholism and depression, and many, many more resources, support, and through his own battles with this monster his willingness to be open, honest, and share that it is possible to be a recovering alcoholic instead of an alcoholic. He describes in detail the battles he has waged, fought, and won even with humour saying "it's not all dark." His sobriety counter says he's been sober now for 2,666d 12h 45min 38s. An Accomplishment indeed!!!!!! His blog is under Stacks I like to the right "Alcoholism-A Life Sentence" Check it out!
He writes about who to turn to to survive the horror and depression of alcoholism, the multiple anxieties an alcoholic faces, do's and don't's of surviving the anxiety of alcoholism and depression, and many, many more resources, support, and through his own battles with this monster his willingness to be open, honest, and share that it is possible to be a recovering alcoholic instead of an alcoholic. He describes in detail the battles he has waged, fought, and won even with humour saying "it's not all dark." His sobriety counter says he's been sober now for 2,666d 12h 45min 38s. An Accomplishment indeed!!!!!! His blog is under Stacks I like to the right "Alcoholism-A Life Sentence" Check it out!
One of my Favorite Quotes Ever
Question with boldness even the existence of a God, because if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason, than that of blind-folded fear...Do not be frightened from this inquiry from any fear of its consequence. If it ends in the belief that there is no God, you will find incitements to virtue in the comfort and pleasantness you feel in its exercise.
~Thomas Jefferson
~Thomas Jefferson
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
20 yrs Later (See Post for below)
Some classmates from 20 yrs ago having a good time at the reunion! Tim is still Tim!
20 yrs ago
I graduated 20 yrs ago (WoW) from SouthSide High School, and the 20 yr reunion was held the last week end in September. I was unable to make the 20 yr, but we have a web-site where I was able to re-connect with some classmates, and see some photos of some I haven't seen since we graduated that were not at the 10 yr. Here are some of the photos of mine and from the 20 yr reunion a few weeks ago. I so wish I could have been there!
P.S. Watch out for the "Big 80's hair!!"
P.S. Watch out for the "Big 80's hair!!"
Friday, October 17, 2008
Sassafras Tea
Sassafras Tea
My Dad
used
to make for me
Just like the icicles
He picked
that grew from trees.
The tea
was
hot and sweet
The icicles
were
crunchy and cold
Both
were the
Greatest treats
My Dad
ever
told.
agm09/08
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Adult Thrush
Tiny babies are tough! I've been in the emergency room twice in my miserable experience of oral thrush. I hope to not ever have this meat grinder tongue/throat experience again, but on the positive end I have lost about 7 lbs because all I have been able to consume is plain yogurt and finely crushed ice ships because everything else BURNS! or I feel like I am choking whether trying to get something down or not.
My adult thrush was caused by a combination of factors-an antibiotic for a cough, advair to help with my cough, stress, and lack of sleep combined with traumatic memories and mother nature, all interacting upon each other and actually causing the thrush.
If any of you have never had I sincerely hope you never do. Nystatin oral takes time to work of course, but it wasn't working fast enough for me-lol Actually it seem to grow faster because the outside parts of my lips begane to burn/itch. Clotrimazole dissolvable tabs are doing better for me. I will be gald to get rid of this gag! That's what I call it. You women out there you never want it in your mouth! Trust me!!
My adult thrush was caused by a combination of factors-an antibiotic for a cough, advair to help with my cough, stress, and lack of sleep combined with traumatic memories and mother nature, all interacting upon each other and actually causing the thrush.
If any of you have never had I sincerely hope you never do. Nystatin oral takes time to work of course, but it wasn't working fast enough for me-lol Actually it seem to grow faster because the outside parts of my lips begane to burn/itch. Clotrimazole dissolvable tabs are doing better for me. I will be gald to get rid of this gag! That's what I call it. You women out there you never want it in your mouth! Trust me!!
Monday, September 29, 2008
Invite
To my fellow bloggers in blogland:
I have added more to my shutterfly account if you'd like to visit. It will always be a work in progress-there are still other pages I want to create and re create, and 100's more photos to add. The address is http://www.photographybyamanda.site.shutterfly.com/
Thanks,
amanda
I have added more to my shutterfly account if you'd like to visit. It will always be a work in progress-there are still other pages I want to create and re create, and 100's more photos to add. The address is http://www.photographybyamanda.site.shutterfly.com/
Thanks,
amanda
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Einstein on Optical illusion of Separateness
A human being is a part of the whole called by us "the universe," a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separate from the rest-a kind of optical illusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening the circle of understanding and compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty-Albert Einstein
Meaning
Do not seek fame, do not be a storehouse of schemes, do not be an undertaker of projects, do not be an owner of wisdom. Embody to the fullest what has no end and wander where there is no trail. Hold on to all that you have recieved from heaven but do not think that you have gotten anything. Be empty, that is all. -Christina Feldman, from the book Compassion
"In many chapters of the Tao Te Ching, Lao-Tzu describes himself through a figure called "the Master," the mature human being who has gone beyond wisdom and holiness to a world-including world-redeeming sanity. There's nothing mystical or lofty about the Master. He (or she) is simply someone who knows the difference between reality and his thoughts about reality. He may be a mechanic or a fifth-grade teacher or the president of a bank or a homeless person on the streets. he is just like everyone else, except that he no longer believes that in this moment things should be different than they are. Therefore in all circumstances he remains at ease in the world, is efficient without the slightes effort, keeps his lightness of heart whatever happens, and, without intending to, acts with kindness toward himself and everyone else. He is who you are once you meet your mind with understanding."
"In many chapters of the Tao Te Ching, Lao-Tzu describes himself through a figure called "the Master," the mature human being who has gone beyond wisdom and holiness to a world-including world-redeeming sanity. There's nothing mystical or lofty about the Master. He (or she) is simply someone who knows the difference between reality and his thoughts about reality. He may be a mechanic or a fifth-grade teacher or the president of a bank or a homeless person on the streets. he is just like everyone else, except that he no longer believes that in this moment things should be different than they are. Therefore in all circumstances he remains at ease in the world, is efficient without the slightes effort, keeps his lightness of heart whatever happens, and, without intending to, acts with kindness toward himself and everyone else. He is who you are once you meet your mind with understanding."
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Duality
"A Native American Elder once described his own inner struggles in this manner: 'Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time.' When asked which dog wins, he reflected for a moment and replied, "The one I feed the most."
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