January 24th, 2008 | 10 Comments »

I couldn’t pull a thought from my head to the keyboard today. I used to have a Rolleflex SLR with all the goodies, and I often took pictures with the cable shutter, while the camera was on the tripod.

Scanning the print, of course, buggers with the quality. It didn’t help that this print was water damaged.

I will be the first to admit that I am the Queen of PhotoShop suckiosity.

Look it up. It won’t be there. I made it up.

What I want to share is not my madd photography or Photoshop skillz, because, really, they’re non-extistant.

I did, however, capture a moment, between Dances with Shrapnel and myself. And that is a beautiful moment.

Here’s a tissue. Now go vote. Or subscribe to my feed.

December 24th, 2007 | 12 Comments »

This card, showing Grammie on a Harley, with my little bro, is one that my family sent for Christmas one year. It was my favourite, and I am sharing it with you to wish you all a goofy, happy, wonderful Christmas.

December 11th, 2007 | 15 Comments »

Or, more precisely, who’s in the box?

You may remember my Grammie from this wicked picture

I had been going through homemade Christmas cards, hoping to find a design I could use on my banner, when I finally found the picture of my Grammie I had been looking for. I put it aside for much of the day because, people, I had some code issues.

Thanks to J at Life’s Just Beachy, I can switch out my masthead Any.Time.I.Want.To.

While we were exchanging screenshots, I got a call from one of the twin cousins, who had some upsetting news about Grammie. Grammie had just suffered a stroke, and was unresponsive in hospital.

Look carefully at this picture, please. Note the grin. This image was taken 11 years ago. Can you see what she is in?

Early this morning, between midnight and 1:00 am, I felt my anxiety replaced by peace.

I got a message from one of the twins this morning, saying that she was alert and responsive right about that time. Grammie is 95, and I know that she is ready to go now, but I will always want to visit her, to talk to her one more time. I’m so not ready.

I’m so thankful that prayers have been answered for this light of my life. Grammie won’t have to use her coffin yet for anything but storing spare linens.

There is a wonderful /backstory to this Gram and coffin thing, and I promise to tell it. Today, I am going to put my brain on hold for a bit.

Posted in Grammie, old photos, rellies
November 23rd, 2007 | 10 Comments »

I have another post about Skinny Bitch waiting for an appreciative audience, but because of the American thanksgiving thingie, most of my American friends are still in a turkey-induced coma, or travelling.

This is a black and white image of my beloved Grammie and myself at age sixteen. We were getting down with our bad selves, smoking cornsilk. Kind of like Ma Barker and her daughter-in-law.

Smoking Cornsilk

I have other, more bad arse images of my Grammie, but I think I’m gonna make you wait for them. I’m evil that way. Now, can somebody please tell me why I don’t mind swearing, but hate to see me swearing on the internet?