Showing posts from July, 2009

Photo Friday: Hot Air Balloon

Last weekend I ventured up to Readington, New Jersey for the Balloon Festival. Over 100 hot air balloons were launched in to the gray sky starting at 6:30 p.m. Here is a photograph of one of the balloons in the final stages of being filled just before take off. I've posted some of my other photos from the Balloon Festival on Flickr if you're interested. Happy Friday! [caption id="attachment_966" align="aligncenter" width="477" caption="Almost ready to launch"] [/caption]

Finally Back at the Gym

I did it. I went back to the gym. Over the past year, I've been going very sporadically. An abs class here, a pilates class there. I even ran a nice pilates streak for a few weeks around mid-Spring. I had not, however, gone back to Power Flex (weights) or Kickboxing class in a long, long time. You know how it is. Life gets hectic, the gym feels hard, and you think "not tonight, I'll start up again next week." Like that ever happens. After being away from those classes for so long I was scared of not being able to keep up. I was scared of shaky legs like in the last Power Flex class I went to. I was scared of facing the regulars lest they scoff me for not being there. Over the last few weeks I kept saying to myself "this is the week." And then I didn't go. The following week, I'd say the same thing. I even printed up the class calendar and highlighted the classes I thought would fit my schedule. And I didn't go. Tonight I went. Des

Photo Friday: Rome Wedding

One year ago yesterday, my (now) husband and I exchanged vows in Rome. It was just the two of us, an officiant, the coordinator, and a couple we met on the trip to whom we handed our camera. It was quite simply perfect. Today's Photo Friday is from that glorious evening in the Borghese Gardens. Happy Friday! [caption id="attachment_955" align="aligncenter" width="477" caption="A perfect day in Rome"] [/caption]

Wreck This Journal: Week 8

A lot of people in this Wreck This Journal book blogging group tackled the burning page early on. Since I waited, it felt almost a little boring so I just kept ignoring that page. With the help of my husband and stepson, last night I ceremoniously burned the page. We even made another video. I have to give my husband loads of credit for his ideas on how to burn the page as well as his film directorship. I hope you like it. Happy wrecking! If you're confused as to what this Wreck This Journal stuff is all about or curious to see what other wrecking has transpired, here are some links to bring you up to speed. Read Jamie's explanation of the Wreck This Journal book blogging group Catch up on my earlier Wreck This Journal posts Check out what other wreckers are doing - lots of fantastic stories, photos, and videos! Sign up and jump in if you're not already wrecking.

Photo Friday: Sunset

For this week's Photo Friday entry, I thought I'd share this amazing sunset from July 4th. This is another instance where I am happy to finally be capturing with my camera the color that I actually see in this world (no, there is no photo editing here). What an amazing world we live in. [caption id="attachment_942" align="aligncenter" width="477" caption="Sunset on the 4th of July"] [/caption] Happy Friday!

Wreck This Journal: Week 7

Two glorious forms of wrecking occurred this week in my journal. Both involved tearing pages out and putting pages in. First, I laundered a page. I ripped it out, folded it up and tucked it in the pocket of a pair of shorts. One wash cycle and 45 minutes of dryer time later, I let my hubby recover the balled up (but clean) page. [caption id="attachment_924" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="Pulling the washed page out of a pocket"] [/caption] [caption id="attachment_925" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="Carefully opening the washed page"] [/caption] [caption id="attachment_926" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="The beautiful end result"] [/caption] Second, and even more glorious, I swapped pages with the delightful LaWendula in Germany. That's right, our pages crossed a good portion of the globe in just a few short days. Her page came t

Slow Down - Why So Rushed?

I am a fast walker. In fact I rush a lot of the time. I think it started when I was a little girl trying to keep pace with my dad. I practically had to run to keep up with his fast walking. It didn't help that he was 6' 4" tall and took long strides. In high school I remember my friends asking me more than once why I was walking so fast as I zipped in and out of the mob to make it to my next class. Recently it has been my husband and stepson that ask. My husband asked once, "why did you leave me? Can we walk together?" On days when I work in New York I have to walk about 15 minutes from the train station to my office. I always speed walk there too, passing everyone in front of me. Ditto for restroom breaks and going to pick up lunch. Why? It's not just walking either. It's also eating fast, rushing through my mornings, anxiously shaking my leg while sitting still, ripping through my RSS reader. Yesterday morning a song popped in to my head. It

Photo Friday: Fireworks

I hope everyone in the states had a wonderful 4th of July weekend. Armed with some photography notes from my teacher, I headed to my local fireworks show. I'm happy with how they turned out. Much better than the dotted, smoky messes of years past. Here is one of my fireworks photos. You can see some of the others in my 4th of July photos on Flickr if you are interested. Happy Friday! [caption id="attachment_911" align="aligncenter" width="477" caption="4th of July fireworks"] [/caption]

Wreck This Journal: Week 6

This week for Wreck This Journal, I overcame a fear. I made a video. Lots of fellow wreckers paved the way for me by making videos that looked fun and not terribly scary. I generally don't like video cameras and find it hard to be myself around them, so this was a huge step. This was completely spontaneous. One minute I was weeding my garden, the next I was scurrying through my house to gather up my computer and journal in the last few minutes of daylight. I had a lot of fun making this video and I didn't even chicken out in posting it. Here it is. Enjoy! Happy wrecking! If you're confused as to what this Wreck This Journal stuff is all about or curious to see what other wrecking has transpired, here are some links to bring you up to speed. Read Jamie's explanation of the Wreck This Journal book blogging group Catch up on my earlier Wreck This Journal posts Check out what other wreckers are doing - lots of fantastic stories, photos, and videos! Sign up and jum

Photo Friday: Sunset After Storm

The weather has been crazy over the past month on the east coast. Lots and lots of rain. Nearly everyday in fact. Earlier this week a huge thunderstorm came through. Our power went out every few minutes, usually being restored within a minute or two each time. We lit candles. The animals hid. My husband, stepson, and I stayed close to one another. The storm ended, but the ominous gray remained. When the sun broke through in time to set, the sky looked like it was on fire. Brilliant orange amidst billowing dark clouds. I, of course, decided it was a swell time to practice my manual photography skills. Here is the view through our window. Happy Friday! May your skies not look like this for the holiday weekend. [caption id="attachment_897" align="aligncenter" width="477" caption="Sunset after a heavy thunderstorm"] [/caption]

Wreck This Journal: Week 5

Another journal wrecking week is coming to a close. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, see the links at the end of this post.) As I'm sure my fellow wreckers can attest, some weeks are more inspired than others. Last week, not so much. This week, inspired! My stepson has been playing with a box of balloons this week. Those long, skinny balloons that are meant for being shaped into animals or hats. My husband, being a giant kid himself, had the idea to make a water balloon with one. It was meant to be some kind of fancy water cannon with which he could inflict torture on my stepson (or possibly me). Fortunately for us his idea evolved. While standing at the sink alternately filling a balloon and twisting, he asked if he could smash his water balloon in my journal. My reply? "Heck yeah! I'll get the camera." We flipped the book open to "scrub this page" and let loose. I ended up with 67 photographs from what was probably two minutes

Happy Joy Rebel Day!

Today is the very first Joy Rebel Day . Joy Rebel Day is being started by Ms. Joy Rebel herself, the lovely Brandi Reynolds. ( Read her early announcement post to see what it's all about. ) [caption id="attachment_876" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="A message of joy for passersby"] [/caption] I adore Brandi. She embodies true joy, finding it in places others might overlook. One of the simple joys Brandi reminded me about is sidewalk chalk. So a few nights ago, when I spotted the bucket of sidewalk chalk sitting dusty in the garage, I knew my family was about to partake in a mini-adventure of sorts. To start things off, I wrote a birthday greeting for my stepson who turned 12 on Monday. [caption id="attachment_873" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="A birthday wish in sidewalk chalk"] [/caption] Then I called him out to the driveway and things went crazy. [caption id="attachment