What I Miss

I am head over heels in love with my new camera. I'm still not smart enough to own it...but classes start next month on educating this ol' girl.

I miss the old one though.

Every once in a while.

I miss zooming without changing lenses, I miss the lens cap popping off as I hit the power button, and most of all...I miss the macro feature.

I fell in love with all things macro when I discovered the flower on the dial. My new camera has that same flower, but it doesn't work its magic as well. It's a bit picky and just has to have something to focus on. Picky picky.

Saturday during our second of three straight days of rain, I felt the raindrops on the tulips in the front flowerbed calling my name. I put on the telephoto lens so I could stand where it was dry and set out.

I just couldn't get a good picture though.Pretty, but not what I wanted.So I put on the regular lens and got a little closer. Not bad...but still not it.

So I flipped the dial. The little flower and I decided to give it another try.

Nope. I'd hoped to focus in on the drop at the bottom. But since it wouldn't shoot because it wouldn't pick the drop, I got this. So now getting dripped on I got closer and tried again.

And once again, nope. One last time (I could feel my hair curling tighter with all the moisture) and I got it. Not as close as I'd like, but better than the others. I'm hoping they cover this in my upcoming class. I certainly can't justify a $450 lens to take pictures of rain drops now can I?

No really, can I?

Colonial Fair

Just to keep non-sewing mothers hopping, the 5th graders at our school have a Colonial Fair assignment. If you'll remember, in 4th grade they had the Land Run. Luckily we had an old all school musical costume of McKinley's that Kennedy wore.

And guess what?

We made it work for the Colonial Fair as well.

Each group is responsible for a structure, items to sell, and costumes. I lucked out after McKinley's year and inherited an amazing structure. It's been waiting on our patio for three years. And now that this year is over, it will be waiting for another three years. After Reagan is done with it I plan to auction it off to the highest bidder.

When McKinley did this we handmade marbles with bake-able clay. We then painted every single one, put them in little baggies, and added directions on how to play. After all that work, I'd lost quite a bit of money, and quite a bit of my sanity. This year? Since I'd supplied the structure and tables, the other mom supplied all the candy to sell and jars to display it in. She also let all three girls spend a night at her house to count everything out and set it all up. I was truely blessed. I'm praying I get that lucky in three more years. Did you hear that God?? There was quite a variety of items for sale.

Soap and bracelets, candy,chocolates,hores rides, :c)and stilt rides.And everything was a low, low price.Some even got historical with their prices. The teachers were even in character.I loved when I came across one of the merchants sampling his items.
Emmie's had it's fair share of business and I only got one Jolly Rancher out of the entire experience. But from the other booths I feasted on Twizzlers and popcorn, got a flower for my hair, and a feather for Reagan's. My friend Jan and I forced Kennedy and Blake to stand by each other for a picture. Neither one was happy about it and this is as close as they got. Since each of them was upset with their respective mother, I love how they are looking at the opposite mom. After I followed the principaland librarian around to see what they bought,I sat down and took it all in. As a lover of history it's so fun to see the students get excited about it. I'm actually looking forward to doing it again in three years.

And raking in the cash for the sale of my structure!

When Clumsiness Attacks

If you remember, after my Easter debacle, I became a proud owner of crutches, and the proud borrower of Walter the wheelie cart. But with those two things came something else. Bruises.



Warning...these pictures might scare the life right out of you.



Don't judge me.



Just pity me.And for the actual injured area?Yep, a little tiny bruise. The main thing you can tell from this picture is that I desperately need a pedicure. But having someone touch my foot right now is not an option.

See, you should pity me.

PSA

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who can not keep her big yap shut and keeps saying 'Of course, yes' when she should answer with a big fat, 'NO'!

I'm Well On My Way!

Thanks to amazing friends, some I don't even know in person like Kim and Peggy, and some awesome family like Robin, I have reached $1,150 in my fundraising!

But I still have a long way to go. If you feel lead to donate please visit my LLS page.

Because Mitchell's family will be moving to Texas at the end of May, Tracy will not be able to be our mentor. A mentor sends out e-mails, is always available for any questions, and is just an encourager where needed. I was honored when I was asked to fill that need. And to be asked to attempt to fill Tracy's shoes, wow. I will never come anywhere close to giving the encouragement that she gave me and all of the Mitchell's Angels. But I'm honored I'm being given the chance to try. So wish me luck!

Since our team Saturday morning runs start in the middle of May I really need to fast forward this healing on my foot. I told a friend today that if I could just take two weeks off and not do anything, I'd be fine. But as many other moms know, that just isn't possible. So for now I just overdue it every day and around 7 I try to make up for it by putting it up and alternating heat and ice. So far, no good. But I'm hopeful. It feels great every morning!

So, here I sit, relaxing....thinking of the millions of things I need to be doing. Typical mom thinking, don't you think? Man, considering I'm on pain pills, I'm doing a lot of thinking!