Check out www.yearbookyourself.com, it's addicting! Here's the 50's, 60's and 70's of me. I'll post the 80's and 90's tomorrow!
1950
1968
I kind of look like my brother in drag!!! 1972
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Bugs
This picture is for all of you who have never gotten to experience the joy of GA mosquitoes. I squished this mosquito while it was enjoying the delicacy of my O- blood. Unfortunately for it I ended its dinner and sent it on another more eternal journey! 
Caterpillar update: Here are the only pictures of the cocoon/raccoon that held our little friend. I snapped these the day we saw it. I was completely amazed by the metallic sheen and especially the gold spikes. It was freakishly beautiful for its 1 inch body. However, as nature would have it it provided nourishment for a bigger and hungrier predator. It had fought so hard to stay alive placing its cocoon in reach of 2 toddlers. Emerson managed to forget it was there one day, about 30 seconds after looking at it, and wrapped her arms around the column and squished it or so we thought by the dark residue leaking from its safe home. It clung to the column for a few more days and I realized it was still alive. I saw it wiggling around one morning and was so thrilled by the fact that we might actually get to witness a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Then the next morning came and I walked outside with an extra bounce in my step hoping the see the new creature. As I walked out the door it looked as though the cocoon had popped open. I did a great big smile, walked even faster towards it and saw that something had taken a big bite out of our friends cocoon. My face immediately fell south and I felt a empty feeling in the bit of my stomach. Then as I took the kids to school (they didn't notice the partially eaten cocoon, thank goodness) I thought about all the things I should have done when I saw the cocoon in the first place like build some sort of contraption around it so that it wouldn't fall victim to any predators. I felt so guilty that the little guy had been eaten and then I suddenly Elton John's song, The Circle of Life started playing in my head and I started humming and reciting what I think are the words at the beginning but since I'm not from Africa I just sound like a redneck trying to be "cultured" as my Grandma would say! Cheesy or not, in a sort of ridiculous, curious and somewhat neurotic way I realized that our little caterpillar friend who never got to spread its wings was still doing its part in becoming part of the circle of life! I'm sure whatever ate it thanks it for the meal!!!
Caterpillar update: Here are the only pictures of the cocoon/raccoon that held our little friend. I snapped these the day we saw it. I was completely amazed by the metallic sheen and especially the gold spikes. It was freakishly beautiful for its 1 inch body. However, as nature would have it it provided nourishment for a bigger and hungrier predator. It had fought so hard to stay alive placing its cocoon in reach of 2 toddlers. Emerson managed to forget it was there one day, about 30 seconds after looking at it, and wrapped her arms around the column and squished it or so we thought by the dark residue leaking from its safe home. It clung to the column for a few more days and I realized it was still alive. I saw it wiggling around one morning and was so thrilled by the fact that we might actually get to witness a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Then the next morning came and I walked outside with an extra bounce in my step hoping the see the new creature. As I walked out the door it looked as though the cocoon had popped open. I did a great big smile, walked even faster towards it and saw that something had taken a big bite out of our friends cocoon. My face immediately fell south and I felt a empty feeling in the bit of my stomach. Then as I took the kids to school (they didn't notice the partially eaten cocoon, thank goodness) I thought about all the things I should have done when I saw the cocoon in the first place like build some sort of contraption around it so that it wouldn't fall victim to any predators. I felt so guilty that the little guy had been eaten and then I suddenly Elton John's song, The Circle of Life started playing in my head and I started humming and reciting what I think are the words at the beginning but since I'm not from Africa I just sound like a redneck trying to be "cultured" as my Grandma would say! Cheesy or not, in a sort of ridiculous, curious and somewhat neurotic way I realized that our little caterpillar friend who never got to spread its wings was still doing its part in becoming part of the circle of life! I'm sure whatever ate it thanks it for the meal!!! 
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Writers block
The title of this post makes me sound like some arrogant writer, which I'm not. Just giving myself the title of "writer" seems a little ridiculous to me BUT when I thought about this post the title I chose was the first to come to mind so I went with it. Hey, I'm working on limited time so don't blame me! Anyway, just wanted to say sorry for my lack of recent posts (that sounds arrogant too like I think all of you reading this have been waiting with baited breath for the 1st glimpse of my newest piece of witty literary works). I have just been too exhausted to even start to write a post and truthfully my fatigue has limited my already limited brain capacity leaving me with a writers block of sorts. Of course I'm not even sure if it could be considered a writers block since there are no thoughts there to even block. I think about the silly things I want to write a post about and I mentally begin the post but after about the 1st line I stop because my brain literally feels too tired to finish the thought. However, it seems that my brain is semi-functioning at this minute since I have seemed to write a fairly lengthy post considered my current state of mind. So, if anyone has any brilliant ideas for getting my brain up and moving again, along with my body of course, then I'll be all ears. I'm so tired of being tired. I don't drink caffeine and I limit my chocolate intake which leaves me at even more of a loss for energy because unlike the majority of America I'm unwilling to jump start my body with "poison"! ha ha Don't take offense if you're a caffeine addict, I understand your pain from past experience, I was a soda sipping maniac about 10 years ago! I digress. . .not too surprising for me.
Here's the point:
HELP, I'm in need of some motivation!!!!!!!
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Sounds like. . .
A caterpillar attached itself to one of the columns on our front porch and decided to go through metamorphasis for an up close and personal science lesson for the kids. I showed it to Emerson and Cullen and they were pretty fascinated. Then we went to my Mom's and Emerson said,
"Nena, there's a caterpillar on the porch that is turning into a raccoon and then into a butterfly."
Power
Here's a brief rant spurred by something I saw on TV tonight.
Everybody likes the feeling of power. And people get ridiculous when they get media fame. No matter how insignificant, brief, or even negative the attention is people relish in their 15 minutes of fame it because it gives them power. And it drives me nuts that the media takes every advantage of those types of situations to then exploit the person to get ratings. ARG, how irritating!
However, in the media's defense that type of exploitation is exactly what everyone wants to see. Case in point-The Jerry Springer Show!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Best Brother EVER!
Here is an official thank you to my favorite brother in the whole wide world! Your comments on my posts made me laugh and that's just what I needed today!!!! You're the best and I love you! :)
*Your sis, the NERD*
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