tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210295442024-03-13T12:47:33.422-07:00Looking for AttentionBarbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-70414812747807943562010-08-07T14:05:00.000-07:002010-08-07T14:24:28.234-07:00Max and Erika<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzJG8GOMMDLKhdg6FhfEu8YZoEsHaAD2gQUqEh28kj70oRWpuFCkAyQdOTg7EVWYV-4thuDdCTfVMI' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-72202683034287053652010-08-07T14:03:00.001-07:002010-08-07T14:03:56.672-07:00Growing old is not for sissies.I see that it's been months since I wrote in my blog. I guess I haven't had much to say. Actually, I've just been busy and tired. I find it hard that as I grow older, my body doesn't handle the physical activity. Sure I can walk and work in the yard all day but then at night, I pay dearly for it. It is frustrating because I don't have health insurance and going to the doctor means all they can do is give me medication that helps but not enough. Maybe after all the tests they would do, they would find that it's arthritis and the treatment is the same. I work in the medical field and sometimes feel that insurance companies are a big scam with so many hidden costs like co-pays and deductibles in addition to the monthly bill. People still can't afford to go to the doctor. <br />I feel like I miss out on so much because even if I feel ok, my hubby doesn't. He has back problems that are turning into nerve damage and the medications don't help. We rarely feel like doing anything after a day of work. We miss out on so many things. <br />I worry about the future and hope one day we can afford to retire and actually enjoy life but living in Michigan makes me feel that is not something I can hope for. <br />I will never give up though. I will continue to do what I can and leave what I can't do. I may not have the cleanest house or prettiest garden, but for now, it's ok.Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-41993681228598445392009-10-14T16:46:00.001-07:002009-10-14T16:46:09.163-07:00sunshine<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bashaspix/3981939296/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3531/3981939296_9e1b7478e8.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bashaspix/3981939296/">#250 10-01-09</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/bashaspix/">basha04</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> </p>Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-22051810834467806562009-09-19T16:42:00.000-07:002009-09-19T18:05:05.035-07:00new neighborsRecently the old lady that hated my children and never spoke to me passed away. I didn't know for a few weeks because obviously we were not friends and no one felt the need to tell me. <br />The reason she didn't speak to me is because she called the police every time my boys played too long in my driveway next to her house or a ball went into her yard. She couldn't understand why they didn't go down to the school at the end of the street to play. I felt I was being a responsible mom by having them play supervised. I tried writing her letters and explaining why I didn't want them unsupervised and even tried talking to her. They didn't play late or break any windows but I guess she couldn't handle the noise. She seemed to be one of those people who could not see the other side of the story no matter how it was explained. I just gave up and did my best to explain to the officers that we did not intend to ruin her life, they were merely being boys and playing games that boys played. <br />The boys grew up and moved away but she still looked the other way when I walked past her. It was kind of sad that we lived next door for 30 years but only spoke for about 5. <br /><br />After her daughters took possession of the home it was sold quickly to someone who lives in the neighborhood. The first thing he did was gut the place and remodel each room and the yard. He, his pregnant wife and daughter were going to move in. Unfortunately for him, the wife did not intend to move so he had to rent the house out. They say "what goes around comes around" but I never felt that I would end up the irritated old lady next door. You see, he rented the house to a couple of young ladies who happen to be strippers. I have no problem with this, but I do have a problem with the parties they have at any time during the week. So far I have not called the police but I am thinking about adding the station to my speed dial. The last party included a drunk young lady walking around the front of the house with a young man who must have deserved to have a glass thrown across the street at him as he hid behind my tree. I found the glass in the morning, thankfully before anyone parked there. While he was there he took the opportunity to pee on my tree as I stood in the kitchen watching in the dark. They went in before I had a chance to fumble in the dark for the phone number because calling 911 didn't seem necessary. I watched as the landlord and his friend walk to his car down the street and leave. It was again quiet and I could go back to bed. Fortunately, it was the weekend and I could sleep in. We did get up before them and returned the glass they left on the street in front of my house by tossing it on their brand new driveway. I am sure they appreciated having to clean it up as much as I did.Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-1396993472695639922009-08-18T17:49:00.000-07:002009-08-18T18:14:43.145-07:00going back to Canada<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QVGa1BTm5Y/SotM5wb0Y1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/2NCvQbAXZ5c/s1600-h/cottages.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QVGa1BTm5Y/SotM5wb0Y1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/2NCvQbAXZ5c/s400/cottages.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371471535707284306" /></a> Recently, I took a trip back in time with my sister. Our family always went to Winnipeg and Minaki, Canada to visit my Mom's side of the family. We usually spent a month there, just enough time to feel like part of the family. As I grew older, got married and had kids, there were many reasons we couldn't do the same thing. Usually there was no money or the kids were busy with activities. They have never had the opportunity to experience what we did. I feel bad about that but still have hope that it will happen. My family has cabins in Minaki a small town, that are only accessible by boat. We used to stand at the dock at Holst Point and yell for someone to pick us up. It was a wonderful place for a kid to discover nature. My Mom and Grandma would help us gather bark and moss to make pictures on the back of potato chip boxes. I still have mine. My cousins were like siblings and we always had fun together. Going back brought all of us together if only for a short time. My sister and I slept in the same room at my Uncles house, just as we did as kids and listened to the loons at night. We were like kids when we jumped out of bed to look out the window to see anything and to hear them better. When a train went by we jumped out of bed again to watch it pass. Uncle Connie took us on a tour of the area by boat. We floated past the Minaki Lodge that burnt down a few years ago. All that is left are a few chimneys from the fireplaces and some statues that survived the heat. Our old family cabin has been replaced by a more modern version without the mice and lack of facilities. My Mom's, Aunt June, Uncle Gordy, Grandparents, and my cousin Lynelle's ashes are there under their stone tributes. We toasted to them with homemade wine my Uncle made. It was a wonderful trip.Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-28469195848433922782009-07-04T13:36:00.000-07:002009-07-04T13:38:38.590-07:00the 4th of July!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QVGa1BTm5Y/Sk-9ep8k26I/AAAAAAAAAF8/5hzTCf1ciyA/s1600-h/independance.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QVGa1BTm5Y/Sk-9ep8k26I/AAAAAAAAAF8/5hzTCf1ciyA/s400/independance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354706816320461730" /></a>Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-25669332785402980782009-06-27T06:38:00.000-07:002009-06-27T06:56:23.365-07:00missing in actionI can't believe I've been away from blogger since Mothers Day. It doesn't help that I wear so many hats. I work 40+ hours a week at a job that is not so wonderful but I am thankful that I have a job. I feel I do my job well although it's sometimes hard to tell if it is appreciated. My bosses are not the type to say "way to go" or "nice work" or even "I appreciate your work". They have given me perks, that I appreciate such as Red Wing tickets, Tiger tickets and free health advice. In return, I work hard and am happy to do whatever is asked of me. I also work for the Tourette Syndrome Association of Michigan and sometimes feel like I could do more. <br />My real passion is photography and I wish I could do that full time. I still remember when I did work as a photographer and how hard it was at that time. I now am in the digital world but am not sure how to get back to making it a profession. I am still learning how to enhance photographs with Adobe Photoshop but don't know all that I need to know. Classes are outrageous in cost so I am a little slow about grasping techniques. I also worry about my body holding out. My knees are painful and could be a problem when shooting a family or group. At any rate, I know I am holding myself back and nothing should stop me from achieving my dreams. As for today, I think I will go out to the garden and put on my yard work hat. The lawn needs to be mowed and the flowers watered. I hope I have enough gasoline. (sigh) Enough wining! Time to get moving. Hopefully the next post will be more upbeat. <br />I hope you have a wonderful weekend.Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-17729100392838934302009-05-10T06:05:00.001-07:002009-05-10T06:08:45.170-07:00Happy Mother's Day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QVGa1BTm5Y/SgbRzSTIefI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tF9FEx8DyhM/s1600-h/mothers+day.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QVGa1BTm5Y/SgbRzSTIefI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tF9FEx8DyhM/s400/mothers+day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334181487682550258" /></a>Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-19457853679438778702009-04-05T13:36:00.000-07:002009-04-05T13:45:10.954-07:00Another Life Gone Forever<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2057/2359871304_19cab0d3fc.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 409px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2057/2359871304_19cab0d3fc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>A few days ago another person took his own life. It was first thought to be a hit and run but he jumped in front of traffic. It is not known why. He has a good job, a new baby and doing well to all of his friends. I guess we will never know the pain that caused him to do this. He was so young. <br /><br />Lyrics to Keep Me In Your Heart :<br />written by Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderón<br /><br />Shadows are falling and I'm running out of breath<br />Keep me in your heart for awhile<br /><br />If I leave you it doesn't mean I love you any less<br />Keep me in your heart for awhile<br /><br />When you get up in the morning and you see that crazy sun<br />Keep me in your heart for awhile<br /><br />There's a train leaving nightly called when all is said and done<br />Keep me in your heart for awhile<br /><br />Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo<br />Keep me in your heart for awhile<br /><br />Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo<br />Keep me in your heart for awhile<br /><br />Sometimes when you're doing simple things around the house<br />Maybe you'll think of me and smile<br /><br />You know I'm tied to you like the buttons on your blouse<br />Keep me in your heart for awhile<br />Hold me in your thoughts, take me to your dreams<br />Touch me as I fall into view<br />When the winter comes keep the fires lit<br />And I will be right next to you<br /><br />Engine driver's headed north to Pleasant Stream<br />Keep me in your heart for awhile<br /><br />These wheels keep turning but they're running out of steam<br />Keep me in your heart for awhile<br /><br />Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo<br />Keep me in your heart for awhile<br /><br />Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo<br />Keep me in your heart for awhile<br /><br />Keep me in your heart for awhileBarbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-41822072213032990822009-01-03T13:22:00.000-08:002009-01-03T13:35:54.173-08:00My Office<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QVGa1BTm5Y/SV_YwiAKEUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Nyt8FYAoGSs/s1600-h/12-20-08+254.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QVGa1BTm5Y/SV_YwiAKEUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Nyt8FYAoGSs/s320/12-20-08+254.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287182815829037378" /></a> This is my new office. I am involved in many things and had my stuff piled in corners and under tables since I have a small house. It was difficult to find anything and impossible to get things done. Well, after the boys moved out, I was finally able to grab my daughters old room and move her into the larger one. It was quite an accomplishment and I am still not organized but it's getting there. I really like having somewhere to land.Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-81532892025528195582008-12-20T07:58:00.000-08:002008-12-20T08:18:21.413-08:00TimeI have about a hundred things to do but instead, I was playing a mindless computer game. The tasks of the holidays and the disarray of my house is overwhelming. The tree sits without lights despite the fact that I didn't have to work because we had a snow day. I just didn't want to listen to my spouse direct my every move while sitting there watching tv. I also was wacked out from shoveling the piles of snow. I suppose that I may have needed the down time but I feel guilty that I didn't take enthusiastic charge of the situation and dive into my tasks. The tasks get done one at a time and I know it should be enough to keep me going. I suppose if my husband was excited about the holiday, it would be much easier to get through this. I remember when the holidays were a fun and exciting time. I miss those days. I hate that I have preconceived ideas on how things should go. Instead I muddle through, shopping alone and hoping it goes well and no one will be disappointed. I know I can't count on anyone but myself to be happy. It's all in my attitude and how I choose to feel. Time to make things happen. Merry Christmas...... I hope.Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-7482266786034265532008-10-12T12:43:00.000-07:002008-10-12T12:56:17.492-07:00Where do I go From Here?Why did you have to leave? I had so much more to learn. How did you live so fully when I feel so tired and lost? I wanted to know how to have it all. You knew, but you left too soon to help me realize, that it was all in my hands. You even told me so but I couldn’t hear you. <br />Why did you give me one more chance to be with you, side by side working for those who can’t speak for themselves? Did you know it was your time? Was this your gift to me? Was this one last chance to see you, feel your friendship and feel inspired by your words again? I never knew anyone like you. You gave me strength to keep working and fighting. I’ve been thinking about you daily my friend. You are in my thoughts when I work and when I play. We had so much fun together. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to see the things I never could have seen. You showed me the beautiful waterfalls in Oregon and the museums in DC. I love the hours we spent traveling and talking between presentations when we worked together. You listened to me talk about my family, my struggles and my mom and how you would have liked her. You told me stories that made me laugh and reflect. You gave me the chance to be heard as someone more than a parent of a child with a disability. You showed me that I deserve and can demand respect, that I can be hard on issues without being hard on people. You also introduced me to so many wonderful people. These were people who helped me through the difficult times and gave my children the tools to be successful in their lives. You were one of a kind and someone who touched many lives and made a difference for many. For all of these things I will be eternally grateful. But Bernie, where do I go from here? This was Bernie's favorite video from you-tube. It was going to be a part of his next presentation called "The Sign of the Times". <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9JMbaZ6j1J4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9JMbaZ6j1J4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-56553425890161811012008-09-26T15:23:00.001-07:002008-09-27T14:07:57.069-07:00Good by to My Friend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3060/2829651656_e638f1b51e_b.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3060/2829651656_e638f1b51e_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> I lost a friend today. Actually he was more than a friend. He was like part of my family. We spent many hours together working on behalf of my children and on behalf of other children. I truly feel that without him my son and daughter would not have done as well as they have, if not for him. I’m sure many parents would say the same. <br /><br />We were working on what turned out to be his last project. It was to be called The Sign of the Times. It was meant to be a wake up call for anyone involved in the education of children. Times have changed and if we don’t change, our youth could be lost. By that I mean that we are not meeting the needs of all children. If we sit idly by and allow this to happen, what does the future hold for them? It’s difficult enough to live in Michigan with the economy so depressed. If we could save some of those children at risk, we just may have a shot at recovery. <br /><br />Bernie taught me many things. Life is short live it to the fullest, don’t hold back and “be hard on issues without being hard on people”. And when I complained about how hard things are when you can’t do what you once were able to, he took my hand and said “It is what it is. We can’t change these things; we can only make the most of them.” <br /> <br />He taught me so much and I looked forward to our times together. He was not just a teacher, he was a mentor, a friend and someone who made me laugh. Life will not be the same without him. I am totally devastated and felt yesterday there was something wrong all day. I even mentioned it to one of my co-workers. I guess he was trying to prepare me. Life ended too soon for him. He and his beloved wife Kathie had so many plans. I am so sorry they won't be able to realize them. I am so sorry Kathie and I will miss you Bernie. <br /><br />This photo was taken last week.Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-81266772954836613282008-04-20T12:18:00.000-07:002009-10-29T16:51:05.065-07:00Shit happensAll those things that weren't supposed to happen, they happened. What happens next is up to you. <br />Maybe you don't have the life you envisioned or the job you went to school to pursue. Does that mean you give up? Maybe your kids or spouse are not perfect in your eyes. That doesn't mean you punish them over and over again. It doesn't mean you withdraw into yourself. You embrace what is good and you will be rewarded. Things are tough all over. Life can either be painful or a series of small celebrations. Hopefully you can rely on the small celebrations to get you through the difficulties. On the other hand you can live your life through a drunken or drug enhanced stupor numbing yourself through the self disappointment of your life. You can yell and scream through the things you are not able to change or you can embrace the new adventures. You can try to keep things the way they've always been or you can step outside of your comfortable circle in order to experience things that might even make you happy. If you choose the yelling, screaming, drug induced path, you will risk losing everyone and everything around you. Maybe they won't leave you completely but they just might keep you at a distance. They might choose to do the things you dislike doing and not ever think of inviting you. I suppose that might be a good thing in your mind at the time but in the long run, it is just another step towards the distance. Each day you miss is just another opportunity you've lost. Some days you have to recognize the gifts you have been given and take the time to enjoy them.Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-50373391899718810132008-03-21T18:33:00.000-07:002008-03-21T18:34:30.995-07:00I Have Tourettes but Tourettes Doesn't Have Me<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLHJBiF3mDM&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLHJBiF3mDM&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-37131782667990614842008-03-13T16:14:00.000-07:002008-03-13T19:15:08.023-07:00Detroit Piston's Drum Line<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3285/2328180140_7420a75138_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3285/2328180140_7420a75138_o.jpg" alt="" border="0"></a><br />My son is a member of the Detroit Piston's Drum Line. <br /><br />The video is at the game against the Chicago Bulls who also have a drum line.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1v45qn68_Q&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1v45qn68_Q&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-79101970867148319262008-03-04T19:16:00.001-08:002008-03-04T19:18:49.920-08:00What You Are<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3121/2280856186_9d372f9e03.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3121/2280856186_9d372f9e03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />What you've become<br />Just as I have<br />Are you and I so alike?<br />I don't hear you<br />Just as I am<br />Afraid if we dance we might die<br />What the world gives to you<br />Don't you know<br />When you give life<br />Then you become what you are?<br /><br />From "What You Are" <br />Dave Mathews Band</p>Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-36342245875479389132008-03-04T19:06:00.001-08:002008-04-04T20:10:42.026-07:00snow in high contrast<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bashaspix/2253942096/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2008/2253942096_148362a73e.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bashaspix/2253942096/">winter </a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/bashaspix/">basha04</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> the beautiful side of winter</p>Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-87760462047080318642008-02-25T18:20:00.001-08:002008-02-25T18:23:01.497-08:00chrysanthemum on black<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2230/2287324854_fa96b61254_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2230/2287324854_fa96b61254_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-2056823797866181362008-02-15T13:21:00.001-08:002008-02-15T13:21:45.888-08:00Exposure.Detroit March 7th Exhibit<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/exposuredetroit/2261141292/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2249/2261141292_ba56e386d2.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/exposuredetroit/2261141292/">Exposure.Detroit March 7th Exhibit</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/exposuredetroit/">exposure.detroit</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Exposure.Detroit March 7th Exhibit<br /><br />WHAT: E.D March 2008 Photography Exhibit<br />When: 7pm-10pm ~ March 7th<br />Where: The Bean & Leaf Cafe, Royal Oak, MI<br />Who: Ryan Southen, Ledio V, Keith Burgess, Vanessa Miller and Dave Haupt</p>Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-9534849892595750872008-02-15T11:37:00.001-08:002008-02-15T11:39:27.916-08:00in memory of Mom<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bashaspix/2258895681/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2178/2258895681_e78fbe2e8f.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bashaspix/2258895681/">in memory of Mom</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/bashaspix/">basha04</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> My Mom would have been 81 on February 11th. I still miss her every day. One of the many things she was good at is gardening. This is why I thought it was appropriate to post a picture of a pure white flower in her memory<br />.<br />I love you Mom.</p>Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-1409728890706313312008-01-25T17:52:00.001-08:002008-02-10T17:36:55.726-08:00Piston's Drumline<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bashaspix/2214983189/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2060/2214983189_ccff11734e.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bashaspix/2214983189/">Piston's Drumline</a>, Photograph originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/bashaspix/">basha04</a>.</span></div> <br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IbiqUsJHVAA&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IbiqUsJHVAA&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Video originally uploaded by:<a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/drumtwo76">Drumtwo76</a><br /> <br /> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> </p>Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-22479645820839254522008-01-05T18:00:00.000-08:002008-01-12T19:00:05.843-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2266/2160318260_89e5452511_b.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2266/2160318260_89e5452511_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The grand essentials in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for. <br /></span><br />Joseph AddisonBarbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-61658705601899641632007-11-23T19:06:00.000-08:002008-01-12T19:03:39.054-08:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">We all need four or five people in our lives whose faces light up when we walk in the room. </span><br /><br />Jess Lair<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2037/1817344249_08a21bd1b9_o.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2037/1817344249_08a21bd1b9_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029544.post-92142384989704204732007-11-01T18:12:00.000-07:002008-01-12T19:08:11.869-08:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">No matter how long the winter, the spring is sure to follow. </span><br /><br />Guinean Proverb<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4QVGa1BTm5Y/Ryp57TYrsFI/AAAAAAAAABM/eaE6X8lTv1g/s1600-h/06-01-07+017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4QVGa1BTm5Y/Ryp57TYrsFI/AAAAAAAAABM/eaE6X8lTv1g/s400/06-01-07+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128045185437773906" /></a>Barbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058586849650065280noreply@blogger.com0