One tough camera

For nearly 9 years a disposable camera has been cruising with me in my car.  A disposable camera all filled up with mystery pictures of which I can’t remember taking.  What? you say.  Nine years?!?!?!  It’s short of a miracle I know.  Never mind that I’ve had a car for 9 years, 12 to be exact, and I’m pretty proud that I’ve had a vehicle for 12 years in this day and age, but the fact that I am so huge of a procrastinator that I haven’t had filmed developed in 9 years is mind-boggling, no?

How many times in the past 9 years have I been to “The Walmarts”?  To CVS?  To Walgreens?

It is not due to lack of opportunity that I haven’t taken this camera into a photo lab and had it developed.  The opportunity presented itself thousands of times, yet there the camera sat, in the little cubby hole underneath the factory stereo with a cassette player.  What you say, is a cassette player?  Well, boys and girls after 8 tracks they invented this music recorder called a cassette.  You had to make sure you always had a pencil handy too when your cassette player ate your tape and you had to wind it back together…….  

But I digress…..

This disposable camera has traveled more than 100,000 miles with me.  It has toasted in the triple digit Texas heat locked in a car that a poodle wouldn’t last 5 minutes in,  and it has froze in the below zero wind chills of winter.

At this point, there is no point in getting it developed.  I am sure the film is ruined.  But it is one of the cameras we bought for our wedding nearly 9 years ago and curiosity and maybe a bit of motivation got the best of me.  Secretly I was hoping there might be a picture of my dad tucked away waiting to be unearthed.

I got a wild hair and took the camera to “The Walmarts” not knowing if they even still developed film the old-fashioned way.  I had to ask an associate, a young girl, who looked at me as if my face had gone green, obviously clueless to what I was asking of her, and got an older lady associate to help me find the dillymebob where I drop film off.  Using the word dillymebob will often cause people to look at you as if your face has gone green.  You should try it.

7-10 days I waited.  It’s nothing like 9 years.  I actually forgot about it and received a call telling me my film was ready to be picked up.


And there they were.  Pictures from 9 years ago.  They actually developed if you can believe that.  The Panhandle Texas weather aint got nothing on a 35 mm Polaroid disposable camera.

The only wedding pictures happened to be of my sister and I getting our hair fixed for the wedding.  The rest were just of life.

Like this one, which I just love.  My younger, moustached husband bottle feeding a calf while  a sun bleached Ash sits astraddle.  The look on her face is priceless.


Here’s my sister, who probably is going to kill me.  She’s smiling big, isn’t she pretty?  I’m not sure whether she was sun bleached or just bleached, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen her blonde.


My mom who despises getting her picture taken, but in my opinion, there’s just not enough pictures of her floating out there on the internet, and this one is good.


Then there were dune buggy riding, 4 wheeler riding, and ballet dancing pictures as well.  Most things I don’t remember even occurring.

I’m glad I have these pictures to remind me.

The Hummers

I overheard them talking in the doctor’s office a few weeks ago.

You need to get ready for them.

They’re here.

We saw some at our place yesterday. 


So I heeded their advice and went to The Walmarts to buy a couple of feeders.  I googled how to make sugar water (4 parts water to 1 part sugar), and I filled my feeders and hung them on the patio.

I doubted they would come.  Just because I doubt most good things will come in my life.  It’s a huge weakness in my character.  But lo and behold, as Emma Kate and I were outside enjoying the day, the dogs, and the chickens, they came.  They did!  Two of them hummed their way over to the feeders and got a drink.

I was thrilled.  Absolutely thrilled.  I ran to get my camera and of course, as in the way things happen, they flitted away to the trees.  I could still hear them tweeting and buzzing around, but they wouldn’t come to the feeders again.

I waited and waited and waited.  Some might find waiting on the hummingbirds tedious and boring, their minds filled with a laundry list of to-do’s that they would rather be doing, but the simplicity of the afternoon overtook me and as I waited on the hummingbirds, I sat in the sun and let it warm me all the way to my insides.  There’s something healing about a little sunshine warming the innermost.

I watched my darling daughter play in the animal’s drinking water.  We have a waterer for the chickens and a big bowl for the dogs, but they don’t seem to understand the distinction, so the dogs drink after the chickens and the chickens drink after the dogs, and Emma Kate drinks after both.  It’s good for the immune system I say.

She got pine needles and dunked them through the water and sucked the moisture off, she splashed, and she laughed.  And the laughter from a little child on a sunshiny spring day is music to the ears.

She herded chickens and hugged them from behind and Grace, our heeler dog, herded right along with her.  Ever vigilant to protect Emma from chicken danger.  Meanwhile, Drew, who’s a couple milkbones short of a full box, chewed on a pink bone and didn’t ever once feel his manhood threatened.  Real dogs chew pink bones.

And finally as the day drew to a close, and the sun dipped behind the house, and the shadows grew longer, I got a halfway decent picture of a hummingbird.  But my true treasure is the several decent pictures I got of a simple day in the backyard that soothed and healed my soul.

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A Post Where I Make Fun of my Niece and All Teenagers In General

I have a teenager in my home.  She’ll turn 14 in about 2 weeks.

Just in case, you don’t have a teenager in your home, let me tell you what these strange creatures do.

If they have any type of electronic device, they spend hours taking self portraits (selfies) with various faces, and posting them on social media sites near and far.  They are then to be “liked” and obviously the more likes you get taking pictures of yourself, with various faces, the greater the intrinsic reward.  I know this to be true, I’ve seen it with my own eyes.

The teenager who lives in my home is away visiting her grandmother right now.

Today she got a haircut.

And I got a picture text, of course.

A selfie, of course.  Along with the text, “What do you think of the haircut?”





I actually received two pictures.  She’s got to show all angles.


It’s a beautiful haircut.  She is a beautiful girl.

But what is with these faces?

We’ve talked about it before.

me:  Why don’t you just smile, you know like normally?

her:  that is my smile.

me:  really?  you raise your eyebrows and do your lips like that when you smile?

her:  yeah.  See?  {click.  another selfie}

Today, after receiving her picture texts, my husband and I immediately began making jokes.

J-Dub thinks she looks like she’s sitting on the toilet, although that’s not exactly his choice of words, when she raises her eyebrows and strains her face all up.

And then there’s the pucker, the “duck lips” as I’ve heard them called.

So, we decided to text her back and tell her we thought her hair was beautiful.  We also asked what she thought of Jason’s hair in these couple of shots.



Oh my, we were laughing.  I don’t know how he kept his pose or how I kept the camera from totally blurring we were laughing and snorting so hard.  Tears were flowing down my cheeks which isn’t hard to do when I get truly tickled.

EK was all up in our business during this charade.

She thought she needed to have some duck lips too.


Just in case I needed a reminder that she will be a teenager one day too.


And already playing the part.



The Dress


This is EK’s Easter dress that I finished today.

That is, if “finished” means taking 2 safety pins and pinning up the neck where it was too big.

No, you don’t need to tell me that Easter was yesterday.


Or that she didn’t wear it to church because

1) it wasn’t finished

2) we didn’t go to church.

Anyway, I’m super proud of this dress, even though it lacks perfection or completion for that matter.  My mother would be proud too that I even lined up the chevron stripes on the sides.  It is a pattern I bought from  She has the cutest dresses that she makes, but at nearly $50 a pop, I just can’t do that.  But she did release a pattern for one of her dresses so I snatched it up.

I am a very beginner sewer and this did involve a technique I’d never tried before, so it was a bit frustrational on my part.

It has an extra long hem, and the way the neck and sleeves fit, I think she’ll be able to wear it for a few years.  So that makes me happy.   And I had fun!  My sister gave me the material and it was exciting watching it come together and picking the color and designing the flower on the sash.

It’s perfect for Spring and hopefully she’ll get to wear it out soon, without the safety pins in the neckline!!