tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4360341622194594232024-03-07T15:16:48.398-08:00525,600 minutes2012 the "New Beginnings" yearUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger763125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-78681634750134060922012-03-08T12:10:00.002-08:002012-03-08T12:13:01.180-08:00life is funny...<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I became a little waylay-ed in my blogging by...well, NOT blogging. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's really no surprise. I facebook, I flickr, I pinterest, I'm now Google+-ing (not a word..noted)I've forgotten my myspace password so lord only knows what's going on over there and I have my own webpage.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So I cruised on over here to my lonely ol' blog only to read my last post and say, "oh my gosh, I am feeling that EXACT same way right now!" I could've written that post today. I felt that post yesterday after arguing with my 17yr old. She's graduating in LESS THAN 2 months and we're both feeling pretty panicked.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When did this happen? She was 4 years old, letting me braid her hair just yesterday. I'm feeling both sad and excited that she's getting ready to start a new phase of her life. She is purely terrified.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I clearly remember that feeling. "Oh my gosh, what do I do now?" and freaking out just a tad. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was never one of those deeply driven kids that knew since the day she was 9 that she was going to be a Doctor/ Scientist/ etc. Is that a BAD thing? I happily (and sometimes NOT so happily) floated along, living my life and "WHAMMO!" Senior year. I never had a problem keeping my grades up I think I just loved so many different career paths that I could never focus on just one. I loved music, I loved theater. I ended up floating along to a Community College, which was really just High School without the bells and lunch. I loved it. I still hung out with the same group of friends just in a bigger venue. Little fish, big pond syndrome. Sure we felt swallowed up a bit by the campus, but we still had our little pod of friends that would gather around lunch-ish time or so at the campus cafeteria.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">For me it was a blast because I could take whatever class I wanted! I took a voice class, band class, Writing class, piano, Choir (notice a trend?), Jazz Dance, computer programming and then did the "have to" classes like math, science and spanish.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yeah, that went well. Again, no focus...floating along having fun for two years. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">One of my best friends decided to take a class at the local ROP for Dental Assisting and asked if I'd like to go with her. Not only did I go, it became my career that I still am doing and still ENJOY doing 20+ years later.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Fast-forward and now my daughter is heading towards community college. Her focus is definitely better than mine was. She loves art. She's excellent at it. That's what she wants to do. I was saddened to hear one of her teachers, after hearing her gush on about her plans for the future, said "You know, you can't make money doing that. It's not a real career." >:( WTH?? You want to P*ss off a mom toot-sweet, say something like that. Granted, I realize reality is something we must be grounded in, but our dreams should never be stepped on like a bug. Especially by a TEACHER!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What was I talking about? oh yeah....sucky parent of the year. Well, at least I'm consistent!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Here's hoping for less sucky days for all.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-33838668603963012792011-05-10T20:59:00.000-07:002011-05-10T20:59:39.856-07:00GAH!Ever had one of those days that pushes you to the brink of sanity? Yeah, it's been one of those weeks for me. I've had to question my parenting skills on every, single level and realized...I suck at being a parent. I really think I do.<br />
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I've wanted children since I was old enough to play with dolls. I always wanted to be the mommy surrounded by my brood of 20 stuffed animals that were my kids. It made me happy to be surrounded by love. It made me happy to have so many things to love.<br />
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I grew up not quite sure if I was loved. That's not a pleasant thought...but it was my thought. My little 8, 10, 12 and 14 year old mine was SURE my mother hated me and only adopted me to do her housework. (warped thinking? nahhh....)<br />
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Now I know.<br />
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Yeah, I had to do housework. It taught me skills. Yeah, I had to do my homework without my parents nagging me (well, after they told me do it and "I shouldn't have to nag you to do it"). Yeah, it taught me self-reliance, and to be a self-starter. Sure I was on restriction 80% of the time but that taught me accountability (and usually my mom forgot I was on restriction within a few hours).<br />
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You know what? <br />
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I'm doing the same things to my kids.<br />
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and you know what? They think I hate them and they're only here to do my housework.<br />
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damn karma.<br />
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My heart was crushed last week after stumbling across a post my daughter flippantly made on one site she visits. She was depressed. Really depressed and had some pretty terrible thoughts. I knew she was sad here and there but she didn't talk to me. Well, after finding this out...we talked. At length. <br />
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Strike one for sucky parent award.<br />
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Then tonight my son isn't sure if I love him. "Well, there are lots of ways you can show me but you doooooooon't" he wailed.<br />
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There are lots of ways we show it that kids aren't aware of. Things I wasn't aware of when I was a kid when I threw that same hateful, barbed phrase at my mom.<br />
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I prayed while driving him to the ER last week for God to let him get air and be okay till we get to the hospital.<br />
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I slept (well, laid) on the couch within inches of him so I could watch his chest rise and fall so I knew he was okay. I timed how many breaths-per-minute he was breathing (asthma parents know that one).<br />
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I pray every morning and every night for God to protect and watch over my children.<br />
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I let my child walk to the store with her friend because I knew she wanted to and would be safe even though the overprotective mom inside me was screaming "no, no, no....if I can't see her ALL the time, she's not safe!" I squelch that inner freaked-out ocd mom all the time for the betterment of my kids. <br />
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I'm trying like heck to cut my hours just so I can focus more on my kids, their schooling and their activities. I'm tired of my family taking a back seat to my paycheck.<br />
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but I never show them I love them.<br />
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I was a rotten, rotten child. I said every mean thing in the book to my mom TRYING to get a reaction from her. Trying to hurt her like I felt she was hurting me.<br />
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Boy was I wrong and boy, oh boy am I getting it back two-fold.<br />
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Oh...I forgot, strike three on sucky parent award....my daughter has stopped eating dinners and lunches. She still snacks but she thinks she's overweight (she's so not) and wants to be thin.<br />
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WHAT??? Who told my daughter she's fat and let me at 'em. She probably looks at me and thinks "oh god...please don't let me be like my mom!" <br />
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*sigh*<br />
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So I'm spent. I'm done. I don't know where to go from here. My heart is breaking for my son who is the most lovable, caring boy ever but can't make friends at school. He can charm an entire office full of grown women in 2 seconds flat but doesn't know how to make friends his age. I don't want him to lose his lovely spark. His joy. However, every day I see it getting less and less as he's more aware of how kids are treating him. It maddens me. I just want to throttle them and say "Are you aware how AMAZING my son is??"<br />
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My daughter is so painfully shy and she's reached an age where it's glaringly apparent that she's behind her peers in social areas. All her friends have boyfriends. All her friends are growing up but she's terrified of growing up. Unsure what's out there for her after high school. She's such a loyal friend, a giving person, a silly, funny, wonderful girl but doesn't seem to see any of that even though I tell her on a daily basis. I would do anything to be able to have her SEE what I see. To look in the mirror and realize how beautiful and amazing she really is. To have that confidence and believe in herself like I believe in her.<br />
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So..it's Tuesday. Dare I ask what the rest of the week holds in store for me? oooh....I think not. I'm thankful for today. I'm thankful my family is under one roof, safe and sound. I don't think I should ask for more.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-53279720223394876472011-02-18T20:46:00.001-08:002011-02-18T20:46:02.712-08:00Open your heart......to being a kid again.<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5457196203/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5178/5457196203_2337c9b497.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5457196203/">Open your heart......to being a kid again.</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p>for MCP's project 52. Week 7: theme "open your heart"<br /><br />www.MargaretSmithPhotography.com<br /><br />using the "mini fusion" action by MCP</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-53927378843626229112011-02-07T20:38:00.001-08:002011-02-07T20:38:27.926-08:00Cheerio Lei<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5427282458/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5216/5427282458_d608e88421.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5427282458/">Cheerio Lei</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p>my sons newest creation....</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-89461719346619215702011-02-07T20:37:00.001-08:002011-02-07T20:37:49.278-08:00when good toys go bad...<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5426715395/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5216/5426715395_f5076f21f8.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5426715395/">when good toys go bad...</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p>ians mystery lego men are multiplying...</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-21775757506093154042011-02-05T19:17:00.001-08:002011-02-05T19:17:37.016-08:00and....lovely socks!<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5419870251/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5020/5419870251_bc07accd19.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5419870251/">and....lovely socks!</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p>one of my favorite shots from a Valentines Day session today!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-82408583266064126562011-02-04T19:17:00.000-08:002011-02-05T19:18:31.480-08:00Aye Carum-ba!<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5419641947/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5216/5419641947_50349f2196.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5419641947/">Aye Carum-ba!</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p>My son is earning a little item each week he is good at school. He's really loving the "mystery" lego guys. You never know what you're gonna get. This week we got a Mexicano version guy!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-9634147586517121452011-02-03T18:44:00.001-08:002011-02-03T18:44:13.511-08:00burgled<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5414993284/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5172/5414993284_b68d4a9d61.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5414993284/">burgled</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-25383696202922467152011-02-02T14:43:00.000-08:002011-02-03T18:44:42.766-08:00here comes the sun<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5414375929/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5092/5414375929_ee0148caf3.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5414375929/">here comes the sun</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-40994472716665054712011-02-01T19:21:00.000-08:002011-02-05T19:22:29.622-08:00My Muse.... {for project 52}<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5402616771/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5099/5402616771_f69aecbd0b.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5402616771/">My Muse.... {for project 52}</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p>my daughter. I am adopted. The day she was born she was the first person I'd ever met who looked like me. Two seconds into this world the doctor delivering her said "she looks just like mommy!' My whole life shifted the day she entered this world. She is so much like me...but better.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-64266130635805620642011-01-31T17:52:00.001-08:002011-01-31T17:52:36.025-08:00Arg!<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5405870039/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5295/5405870039_eb43c8d99a.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5405870039/">Arg!</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p>this is what happens when I try to take a picture of my darling son....</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-47100079884287889582011-01-30T19:19:00.000-08:002011-02-05T19:19:48.028-08:00California Winter<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5402584765/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5296/5402584765_3573eed8ae.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5402584765/">California Winter</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p>i'm being lazy with the photos this weekend...using my daughters itouch :)</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-61041503590588883122011-01-29T19:20:00.000-08:002011-02-05T19:20:57.490-08:00Hair-do<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5400873111/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5018/5400873111_7a15d2500b.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5400873111/">Hair-do</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p>girls day...Em and I getting are hair done :)</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-53300560046376125512011-01-28T10:17:00.000-08:002011-01-29T10:18:03.957-08:00pea soup....<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5395285859/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4146/5395285859_1f396bccd5.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5395285859/">pea soup....</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-14395592309903519232011-01-27T20:19:00.001-08:002011-01-27T20:19:11.264-08:00ready....set....<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5394309909/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5092/5394309909_c8b4caa982.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5394309909/">ready....set....</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-66183796448913702992011-01-27T06:19:00.001-08:002011-01-27T06:19:25.880-08:00mirror mirror....<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5392511699/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5172/5392511699_7e8f1f331f.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5392511699/">mirror mirror....</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p>...or roof of the car.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-53442431101005197122011-01-25T21:09:00.001-08:002011-01-25T21:09:31.913-08:00ah....colors<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5389587174/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5174/5389587174_78698b2709.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5389587174/">ah....colors</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p>my mini-rose bush leaves are showing signs of...fall?</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-48036792800615837502011-01-24T20:22:00.001-08:002011-01-24T20:22:51.502-08:00i heart Shawn the sheep ♥<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5386100183/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5213/5386100183_a48c6b9617.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5386100183/">i heart Shawn the sheep ♥</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-54836881603202553372011-01-23T16:20:00.001-08:002011-01-23T16:20:48.727-08:00dandelion<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5382259315/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5045/5382259315_63285ea732.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5382259315/">dandelion </a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p>macro...a'la fish eye attached to 50mm</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-356391665374273642011-01-22T18:47:00.003-08:002011-01-22T18:47:48.144-08:00spidey...<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5379182187/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5248/5379182187_1ced87f450.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5379182187/">spidey...</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p>fisheye attached to my 50mm lens</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-54107667071693021152011-01-22T18:47:00.001-08:002011-01-22T18:47:47.911-08:00spidey...<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5379182187/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5248/5379182187_1ced87f450.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5379182187/">spidey...</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p>fisheye attached to my 50mm lens</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-10588571137888493952011-01-21T12:36:00.001-08:002011-01-21T12:36:38.955-08:00branching out...<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5376248588/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5166/5376248588_fca0d23d11.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5376248588/">branching out...</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p>..in front of the moon</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-21674880711842634742011-01-20T18:34:00.001-08:002011-01-20T18:34:12.251-08:00bus meets bug<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5374444572/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5210/5374444572_ec94a8e97a.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5374444572/">bus meets bug</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p>more fun with Ian's {formerly Papa C's} toys</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-4996255855175546032011-01-19T19:02:00.001-08:002011-01-19T19:02:11.885-08:00drip line<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5371238873/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5162/5371238873_56c157c0ed.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5371238873/">drip line</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436034162219459423.post-28797606578074607042011-01-18T19:03:00.001-08:002011-01-18T19:03:27.363-08:00always carry a spare...<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5369053858/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5084/5369053858_d6e00150db.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggierda/5369053858/">always carry a spare...</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maggierda/">MaggieRDA</a>.</span></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0