<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509</id><updated>2011-10-10T10:21:37.746-07:00</updated><category term='I heart faces'/><category term='Window In Time Photography'/><category term='mother and daughter'/><category term='women'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='daugher'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Sony'/><category term='photography'/><category term='instument'/><category term='MeRaKoh Photography'/><category term='hands'/><category term='music'/><category term='scholarship'/><category term='self portrait'/><category term='heart'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='radiance'/><category term='weight issues'/><category term='family'/><category term='b/w'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='mother'/><category term='diamonds'/><category term='clarinet'/><title type='text'>Welcome to My WINDOW IN TIME</title><subtitle type='html'>Photography Enthusiast, Wife, Mom</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>263</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-1662910263684227984</id><published>2011-03-23T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T20:25:28.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved Sessions-How Romantic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rRji98ebaHw/TYql09tJ-XI/AAAAAAAACNU/O_VFA_rDEZU/s1600/20100101-DSC_0104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rRji98ebaHw/TYql09tJ-XI/AAAAAAAACNU/O_VFA_rDEZU/s640/20100101-DSC_0104.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took this picture of this dried yellow rose today.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is one of a bouquet of roses that one of my daughters received for Valentine's day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this post, I am listening to a live taping on Livestream&amp;nbsp;by&amp;nbsp;guy named Jesh de Rox.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He is&amp;nbsp;speaking about his passion regarding a new photography&amp;nbsp;service that he has begun to offer to his clients.&amp;nbsp; I found him through an e-mail&amp;nbsp;invitation from Dane Sanders.&amp;nbsp; Dane is a West Coast Wedding Photographer and author of Fast Track Photographer.&amp;nbsp; So, right away I did a search of Jesh de Rox and listened to his 45 minute&amp;nbsp;talk that he&amp;nbsp;gave at the WPPI Conference.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I love the way he puts his whole heart on the line while he offers his personal experiences in his photography career.&amp;nbsp; When he began to incorporate Beloved Sessions into his business, he was able to touch so many couples lives.&amp;nbsp; It gave him an opportunity to interact with clients.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In most cases,&amp;nbsp;those same clients&amp;nbsp;have precious relationships but have gotten so involved in their day to day lives,&amp;nbsp;they had forgotten&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;romance.&amp;nbsp; During the Beloved Sessions,&amp;nbsp;the couples are encouraged to remember&amp;nbsp;how they felt when their romance was new.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I absolutely love this concept.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Because I so enjoy engagement sessions,&amp;nbsp; I would also love to&amp;nbsp;begin offering Beloved Sessions. Beloved Sessions look a lot like Engagement Sessions except that the&amp;nbsp;couples are already married.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't matter how long married ...six months, one year, two, ten...fifty years!&amp;nbsp; How about that concept?&amp;nbsp; I think it is stinkin' ah-mazing!&amp;nbsp; Heck.&amp;nbsp; I would love&amp;nbsp;to have a Beloved Session with my sweet husband of almost 25 years!&amp;nbsp; Oh my, how those years have&amp;nbsp;rolled by!&amp;nbsp; I only wish we were the same size we were 25 years ago.&amp;nbsp; But, you know what?&amp;nbsp; What is real, is real.&amp;nbsp; And, I can tell you that&amp;nbsp;I really&amp;nbsp;do love my Beloved.&amp;nbsp; And, I know that he loves me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A Beloved Session sounds like&amp;nbsp;a sweet and wonderful way to rekindle the love and affection a couple has&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;each other.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Priceless!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were photographing a Beloved Session, it would look a lot like my Engagement Sessions.&amp;nbsp; During the Engagement Session, I prompt the couple with suggestions then I catch their interactions.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I feel like&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;director of&amp;nbsp;a Romance Movie.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; We all love those scenes where the man and woman&amp;nbsp;flirt wiih each other with their eyes.&amp;nbsp; We the audience, can't help but smile because Love is Lovely.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://michellesibley.com/blog/?p=1"&gt;Click here If you haven't seen it, here is my Felicia &amp;amp; Austin enagement session&lt;/a&gt;. If you would like to do a Beloved Session, call me!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You will LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JlXNVZF0EBQ/TYql3chPBlI/AAAAAAAACNY/7vDdgJmuvSE/s1600/20100101-DSC_0290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JlXNVZF0EBQ/TYql3chPBlI/AAAAAAAACNY/7vDdgJmuvSE/s640/20100101-DSC_0290.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last night I attended my second class&amp;nbsp;for my course in Wedding &amp;amp; Event&amp;nbsp;Planning.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This course will allow me to be&amp;nbsp;a Certified Wedding Planner.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was intrigued by this course and decided that it would be a positive experience.&amp;nbsp; I am enjoying it a lot.&amp;nbsp; Also, I have&amp;nbsp;a variety of&amp;nbsp;contemplations&amp;nbsp;rolling around in the old noggin&amp;nbsp;right now in the way of business ideas.&amp;nbsp; Let's just say I have been in the 'thinking about it' stage for a very long while.&amp;nbsp; These days, I have begun a to put&amp;nbsp; feet to my ideas and begin&amp;nbsp;a small measure of&amp;nbsp; forward momentum.&amp;nbsp; Terry &amp;nbsp;is supportive.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I plan to reveal more later because we are not leaping just yet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Actually,&amp;nbsp;I feel that I&amp;nbsp;am doing a version&amp;nbsp;of Tim Conway' shuffle steps.&amp;nbsp; Remember Tim's old man character on The Carol Burnett show?&amp;nbsp; Yeah?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, that's how my kind of forward motion probaby appears&amp;nbsp;right now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hopefully, we will start gaining the momentum needed to implement my vision.&amp;nbsp; What holds me back?&amp;nbsp; The unknown.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Specifically,&amp;nbsp;I have to decide to decide.&amp;nbsp; What keeps me from deciding?&amp;nbsp; The fear&amp;nbsp;of making the wrong choice.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Do you remember when you were in high school and the guidance counselor was prompting you to decide what you wanted to be when you grew up?&amp;nbsp; Because there were so many options, it felt overwhelming to make, what we thought, was the All Important, Do or Die, One and Done, Life Impacting&amp;nbsp;Monumental Decision!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Good Grief!&amp;nbsp; High School was a dadgum pressure cooker, huh?!&amp;nbsp; At my age today, I &amp;nbsp;am well past the naivety of those young days.&amp;nbsp; Although, somehow those same type of feelings are bubbling inside me right now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;First, I have to decide to make a decision.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If I am going to do the thing, I need to decide to do the&amp;nbsp;darn&amp;nbsp;thing &amp;amp; quit dancing&amp;nbsp;around the subject.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But, if you know me, you know that I love to dance.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-1662910263684227984?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/1662910263684227984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/03/beloved-sessions-how-romantic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/1662910263684227984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/1662910263684227984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/03/beloved-sessions-how-romantic.html' title='Beloved Sessions-How Romantic!'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rRji98ebaHw/TYql09tJ-XI/AAAAAAAACNU/O_VFA_rDEZU/s72-c/20100101-DSC_0104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-6848858405991699532</id><published>2011-03-22T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:11:27.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day finally arrived.  Baby girl flew da coop.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I cried.&amp;nbsp; As she was loading her boxes to the car, I sneaked off to the bathroom for a little boohoo session.&amp;nbsp; All I could think of was the day that I met her her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I will never&amp;nbsp;forget the way I&amp;nbsp;felt when I saw those&amp;nbsp;pink chubby cheeks-both kinds!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I heard...'ooooo...you have a big girl!'&amp;nbsp; My eyes&amp;nbsp;were reaching out to see my brand new baby&amp;nbsp;while the nurses&amp;nbsp;cleaned her up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I remember hearing the nurses&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; doctor&amp;nbsp;take bets on who could guess her weight.&amp;nbsp; A few said 8 or 9 lbs.&amp;nbsp; But,&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;labor nurse&amp;nbsp;who came back on her&amp;nbsp;off duty to witness&amp;nbsp;our delivery, said, "My guess is TEN pounds!"&amp;nbsp; When they put all of her&amp;nbsp;little pinkness on the scale, I heard...."na, na, na, na Can't Touch This!"&amp;nbsp; Carmen (labor nurse) was on the money!&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;gave birth to a 10 pound baby girl.&amp;nbsp; I love my sweet baby girl.&amp;nbsp; She has been a joy to raise.&amp;nbsp; From the day she was born, she has made me laugh &amp;amp; have&amp;nbsp;not stopped laughing&amp;nbsp;at her silliness ever since.&amp;nbsp; Karmyn has a great big wonderful heart.&amp;nbsp; I am very happy &amp;amp; proud of&amp;nbsp; the lady that she has become.&amp;nbsp; Also, I am glad that she is able to become independent.&amp;nbsp; I hope she enjoys&amp;nbsp;this new step forward in her life journey.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But, I remind her often that she will always be my baby girl.&amp;nbsp; I plan to bribe her with homecooked meals so that she will come visit at least once a week.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I got kinda sad, I also got kinda happy.&amp;nbsp; I now have an extra room for all my photography gear.&amp;nbsp; Oh, man do I ever need that extra room.&amp;nbsp; My 'world' (as Terry calls it) is just about to push us out the backdoor.&amp;nbsp; TOO much!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But, before I can completely claim that room there are a few more boxes that&amp;nbsp;Karmyn has yet to pack.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I borrowed Papa T's truck to help her move&amp;nbsp;her bed and some bigger items.&amp;nbsp; We were not able to move her chest of drawers and tv so her daddy will have to help us asap.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, my brother built some custom cabinetry and desk area for her room.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Look what is still left on her shelves.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Homerun balls and Softball accolades and awards, Letterman Jacket and even a Homecoming Crown.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I was there for every one of those moments.&amp;nbsp; We lived it.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed it.&amp;nbsp; We treasure the memories.&amp;nbsp; Karmyn moved into her apartment a couple nights ago.&amp;nbsp; She has not yet boxed up these things so I had to snap this picture. As the years go by, I am sure these High School&amp;nbsp; Treasures will eventually make their way to a dust covered box in storage.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bittersweet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And, The beat goes on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;...la, da, da, da, daaaa..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kDrxoQyRhoI/TYjuEyQrtGI/AAAAAAAACNE/kpuubNkf7lY/s1600/DSC_0101-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kDrxoQyRhoI/TYjuEyQrtGI/AAAAAAAACNE/kpuubNkf7lY/s640/DSC_0101-3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mama, &lt;br /&gt;I think the way I feel about this shelf of memories&amp;nbsp;reminds me&amp;nbsp;of what you said when I moved to my first apartment.&amp;nbsp; I heard you tell the story about what happened to you a day or so&amp;nbsp;after I finished moving.&amp;nbsp; You walked into my bedroom that was completely, 100% empty of all things "Tootiefied" (that's me).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So, you were getting excited about how you were going to&amp;nbsp;use the&amp;nbsp;extra space.&amp;nbsp; When you whooshed open my&amp;nbsp;closet door, the force of the wind made&amp;nbsp;the singularly, solitary item left behind start swinging on&amp;nbsp;it's hanger.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was a pink velvet beauty pagent dress that you made for me when I was in the 4th grade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I know how you must have felt.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Did you have a boohoo session too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is a new day.&amp;nbsp; No more boohoo!&amp;nbsp; Azaleas are blooming in my backyard.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good old hardy azaleas make me happy every spring.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vL1PyVlCahc/TYjuIo0iwAI/AAAAAAAACNI/TSDpMfZTMMk/s1600/blog+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vL1PyVlCahc/TYjuIo0iwAI/AAAAAAAACNI/TSDpMfZTMMk/s640/blog+3.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rSUmGz0lNuM/TYjuMBLKr8I/AAAAAAAACNM/F1Awm6sseTg/s1600/blog+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rSUmGz0lNuM/TYjuMBLKr8I/AAAAAAAACNM/F1Awm6sseTg/s640/blog+2.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-A_x48rxTYvY/TYjuOH6FjkI/AAAAAAAACNQ/Zx9C1hzg4EY/s1600/blog+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-A_x48rxTYvY/TYjuOH6FjkI/AAAAAAAACNQ/Zx9C1hzg4EY/s640/blog+1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-6848858405991699532?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/6848858405991699532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-finally-arrived-baby-girl-flew-da.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/6848858405991699532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/6848858405991699532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-finally-arrived-baby-girl-flew-da.html' title='The day finally arrived.  Baby girl flew da coop.'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kDrxoQyRhoI/TYjuEyQrtGI/AAAAAAAACNE/kpuubNkf7lY/s72-c/DSC_0101-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-1094958086221149595</id><published>2011-03-03T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T18:01:26.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica – Walker High School – Senior 2011</title><content type='html'>Jessica – Walker High School – Senior 2011&lt;br /&gt;TommieAnn called and told me that her only child will be graduating this year! She is a sentimental mom and loves her pretty Jessica very much. When I drove up their driveway, Jessica’s dad, Mark, was rolling out a four wheeler. He had just put a spit-shine on that sucker. No joke. This thing was super detailed with amor-all on the tires and a mirror shine on the chrome wheels. I am sure that all the while he was working, he wanted to please his daughter and make her proud. I had met Jessica once before. It was New Year’s Eve. She is dating my 2nd cousin, Dustin. I did Dustin’s Senior Portraits so he recommended me to Jessica. Thanks man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, TommieAnn, and Jessica walked with me around their large property to show me some wooded acreage behind their house. Their family is the outdoorsy types. As a family, they love go to the fishing camp, ride four wheelers and all that kind of good stuff. So, today we wanted to capture that vibe. I really enjoy it when my client is in their element. Especially, for a High School Senior, I think it is important for them to be free to be themselves! It is so important for them to show their individual, unique personality during this very short WINDOW IN TIME of their life. So, today, Jessica’s unique vibe is exactly what we got. Jessica is a rubber boots wearin’, four-wheelin country girl for this photo shoot. In real life, she is also girly girl sugar and spice all things nice. She had a smile from start to finish. Speaking of finish, we finished with a change in gears so to speak. When we got back to the house, Jessica changed into a bright pink top which looked outstanding with her complexion. I set up my lighting situation which included a small portable beauty dish as our key light. Also, I went to my portrait lens to capture some close-up beauty shots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Deshotels family for welcoming me in to capture their Jessica’s Senior Photo Session. Enjoyed it. Hey Jessica, tell all your friends about me! If they haven’t gotten their Senior Portraits,&amp;nbsp;please send them a link to me. I&amp;nbsp;would be honored to capture their unique WINDOW IN TIME, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TlZLyy_yPbE/TW_PT8KV7zI/AAAAAAAACMg/mXxasrQA-XQ/s1600/jessica+WHS+Senior+2011+blog+page+layout.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TlZLyy_yPbE/TW_PT8KV7zI/AAAAAAAACMg/mXxasrQA-XQ/s640/jessica+WHS+Senior+2011+blog+page+layout.jpg" width="515" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*p.s. Mark, how could we do a four-wheelin’ photo shoot without getting her back in mud? oops…It sure was a shiny mud buggy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jRf9kVW7xlI/TW_POM6skfI/AAAAAAAACMc/rRbUTNtC4tc/s1600/jessica+WHS+Senior+2011+blog+page+layout+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jRf9kVW7xlI/TW_POM6skfI/AAAAAAAACMc/rRbUTNtC4tc/s640/jessica+WHS+Senior+2011+blog+page+layout+2.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a4d7a4d7a45324e54553d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a4d7a4d7a45324e54553d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Create your own &lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/anytime-slideshows.html" target="_blank"&gt;free photo slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-1094958086221149595?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/1094958086221149595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/03/jessica-walker-high-school-senior-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/1094958086221149595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/1094958086221149595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/03/jessica-walker-high-school-senior-2011.html' title='Jessica – Walker High School – Senior 2011'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TlZLyy_yPbE/TW_PT8KV7zI/AAAAAAAACMg/mXxasrQA-XQ/s72-c/jessica+WHS+Senior+2011+blog+page+layout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-5612096197449444602</id><published>2011-02-17T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T16:09:30.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Field Trip to Bluebonnet Swamp</title><content type='html'>While lounging around this morning, I got an unexpected phone call from Mom, "Aunt Clara Faye wants to go on a photo field trip to Bluebonnet Swamp.&amp;nbsp; Do you wanna come with us?... She said she would pick you up....Oh, probably in about an hour...Can you be ready by then?....Ok, well get ready."&amp;nbsp; clunk.&amp;nbsp; I hung up the phone.&amp;nbsp; Minutes later.&amp;nbsp; "Aunt Clara Faye said she is on her way....No, no, we want you to go...Come on, get ready....Well, can you be ready in 15 or 20 minutes?...Ok, go ahead and get ready because she will come pick you as soon as you get ready."&amp;nbsp; At this point, it was a quick splash in and out of the shower, shampoo, blow dry, spot of make-up.&amp;nbsp; Ringggg, Ringggg!...Mom again on the phone, "We are on our way!&amp;nbsp; You ready, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was ready - in record time for me!&amp;nbsp; Bella was in her cage and&amp;nbsp;I was standing at the ready at the back screen door.&amp;nbsp; I had my&amp;nbsp;my purse&amp;nbsp;and camera bag at my feet ready to pick up as soon as they wheeled into my driveway.&amp;nbsp; I jumped into&amp;nbsp;Aunt&amp;nbsp;Clara Faye's "rumble seat" of&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;VW Bug and zippety doo dah down the road we go.&amp;nbsp; We&amp;nbsp;were on our way to the Bluebonnet Swamp.&amp;nbsp; It was a pretty day.&amp;nbsp; Signs of spring are showing up so we are anxious to go, go go!&amp;nbsp; We parked and began our walk on the boardwalk that meanders around the swamp area.&amp;nbsp; There are no leaves on the trees and the swamp is basically dry but we were able to find photo opps by looking for small details along the nature trail.&amp;nbsp; We had a great time on our hike.&amp;nbsp; Then, we made a stop by the Piccadilly Cafeteria for a&amp;nbsp;late lunch.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was nice to get out and enjoy the pleasant weather and make pictures at the Bluebonnet Swamp.&amp;nbsp; I am sure we will do it again as the season progresses and brings more greenery back to the brown &amp;amp; gray environment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a slideshow of our experience today.&amp;nbsp; Check it out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a4d774f44637a4d54673d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" height="303" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a4d774f44637a4d54673d0d0a.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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text-align: left;"&gt;Text messages:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;8:50am Terry:&amp;nbsp; HAPPY V DAY SWEETIE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;8:56am Me:&amp;nbsp; Happy valentines day to you my love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;9:00am Terry:&amp;nbsp; HEY GAL, HOW ABOUT ROMANIC SUPPER? (when has he ever called me gal?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;9:01am Me:&amp;nbsp; Oh?&amp;nbsp; What's the plan? (i figure-there is no plan.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i know that &amp;nbsp;i will have to make the plans)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;9:09am Terry:&amp;nbsp; YOU&amp;amp;ME, DINNER AT YOUR FAVORITE PLACE! (just as i thought! no plan-just an idea!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;9:11am Me:&amp;nbsp; You are smooth.&amp;nbsp; What time are you getting home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;9:14am Terry:&amp;nbsp;REGULAR TIME...3:30PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;9:16am Me: Ok.&amp;nbsp; I will try to be ready.&amp;nbsp; Looking forward to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;9:18am Terry:&amp;nbsp; OK FINE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, it was the restaurant inside the Bass Pro Shop.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vgVdU8y_yvc/TVn5opOrXFI/AAAAAAAACLc/Q88ByUM77Lo/s1600/P1020123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vgVdU8y_yvc/TVn5opOrXFI/AAAAAAAACLc/Q88ByUM77Lo/s640/P1020123.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ds78DYv9foc/TVn5u50QvrI/AAAAAAAACLg/EP9WHendTEU/s1600/P1020126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="478" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ds78DYv9foc/TVn5u50QvrI/AAAAAAAACLg/EP9WHendTEU/s640/P1020126.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-8495640548289365171?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/8495640548289365171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/8495640548289365171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/8495640548289365171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-dinner.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Dinner'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vgVdU8y_yvc/TVn5opOrXFI/AAAAAAAACLc/Q88ByUM77Lo/s72-c/P1020123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-7127893965284535346</id><published>2011-02-09T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:23:10.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (Day Before) Birthday Tracy! &amp; A Brief Photo Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tracy, my sister-in-law, called and told me she wanted to get out of the house and have a little fun today because tomorrow was her birthday!&amp;nbsp; I could totally understand this reasoning.&amp;nbsp; Personally, I think we should have a Celebrate The&amp;nbsp;Day Before You Turn One Year Older&amp;nbsp;Birthday Day!&amp;nbsp;:)&amp;nbsp; What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; We thought about a movie day to celebrate her Day Before..DAY.&amp;nbsp; Then, neither of us were motivated to do&amp;nbsp;a movie&amp;nbsp; So, I told her we could just take a ride and see what we see.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Before the gas prices went up, Terry and I used to enjoy taking&amp;nbsp;what we call&amp;nbsp;a 'country drive'.&amp;nbsp; Country Drive is code for get in the car, pick a direction, any direction because we&amp;nbsp;had NO direction.&amp;nbsp; Drive maps not&amp;nbsp;included or necessary&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;intend to follow&amp;nbsp;our nose.&amp;nbsp;Terry likes to drive and look.&amp;nbsp; I like to ride and look.&amp;nbsp; I know that eventually,&amp;nbsp;one of us&amp;nbsp;will bring up the subject, "Are you getting hungry?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then, the other will say, "Why? Are you getting hungry?"&amp;nbsp; That's when the Country Drive becomes&amp;nbsp;a search for a&amp;nbsp;new Country&amp;nbsp;Lunch &lt;em&gt;Dive&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today, Tracy and I got in my car and headed west on the interstate.&amp;nbsp; We decided that we were going to look for photo opps.&amp;nbsp; I put my Nikon d5000 with a 55-200mm lens for Tracy to use and of course I brought my camera along with several lens options.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was cold so I&amp;nbsp;asked her if she wanted me to&amp;nbsp;turn on the bun warmers.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I love my heated seats.&amp;nbsp; We drove. We looked. We saw.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Typically, I can always find something that compels me to park the car and explore photo opps. But, for some reason today was different.&amp;nbsp; It was a ride and see what we see&amp;nbsp;sort of&amp;nbsp;Country Drive day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eventually, we did the "Are you hungry?" and&amp;nbsp;a true&amp;nbsp;search was on.&amp;nbsp; Tracy and I decided that we wanted to find a place for lunch where we can 'make good choices'.&amp;nbsp; She has recently&amp;nbsp;begun a&amp;nbsp;regime&amp;nbsp;of fruits and vegetables and found her new diet was giving her a better sense of well being.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We ended up deciding on Mike Anderson's keeping in mind that&amp;nbsp;we wanted to make good choices.&amp;nbsp; We both chose the soup and salad option from the lunch menu.&amp;nbsp; We&amp;nbsp;each ordered a cup of gumbo and a small shrimp remeloude&amp;nbsp;salad.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It&amp;nbsp;was not the fruits and vegetables choice that was our original search but&amp;nbsp;nevertheless, it was&amp;nbsp;good lunch choice because the food was&amp;nbsp;delish!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TVLo3vixstI/AAAAAAAACK8/4GAhkPqKw-8/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TVLo3vixstI/AAAAAAAACK8/4GAhkPqKw-8/s640/DSC_0008.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;On our way home, we stopped by train station park in Denham Springs.&amp;nbsp; There was a biting nip in the air because it was pretty windy.&amp;nbsp; But, we braved it out because I didn't want to go home&amp;nbsp;having never whipped out our cameras.&amp;nbsp; The initial intent&amp;nbsp;of the day was to teach Tracy a few tips about photography.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When we got out of the car, Tracy asked, "So, do I just put this around my neck?"&amp;nbsp; You see, today was going to be her very first experience with dslr photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TVLo6TFjERI/AAAAAAAACLA/E7HLQmSPqfg/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TVLo6TFjERI/AAAAAAAACLA/E7HLQmSPqfg/s640/DSC_0010.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love the way the warm&amp;nbsp;evening sun was lighting the&amp;nbsp;empty park bench.&amp;nbsp; I Had to get this shot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TVLo9YKLC_I/AAAAAAAACLE/ZnGC0p-bF-U/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TVLo9YKLC_I/AAAAAAAACLE/ZnGC0p-bF-U/s640/DSC_0014.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Speaking of evening sun, I showed Tracy an example of&amp;nbsp;using a small aperture to capture the sunburst effect.&amp;nbsp; f/16 used here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TVLo_mI3h_I/AAAAAAAACLI/BYe1i69LgcI/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TVLo_mI3h_I/AAAAAAAACLI/BYe1i69LgcI/s640/DSC_0028.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In this image, I was teaching her how to use a single focus point to be deliberate about her image making.&amp;nbsp; I was at a f/4.5 at 180mm to blur the foreground and background and selectively focus on the center post cap.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TVLpOiD5EzI/AAAAAAAACLU/7Gvwra8LOS0/s1600/tracy%2527s+pic+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TVLpOiD5EzI/AAAAAAAACLU/7Gvwra8LOS0/s640/tracy%2527s+pic+1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here is Tracy's image.&amp;nbsp; I love how she went a little wider and her aperture was at f/9.5 at 135mm.&amp;nbsp; At this smaller f/stop and shorter focal length, the viewer is able to see the entire image more clearly.&amp;nbsp; Yet, look at what she selected as her focal point.&amp;nbsp; It was the same exact center post cap that I had selected in my image.&amp;nbsp; You see how small&amp;nbsp;differences in camera settings can&amp;nbsp;create entirely different perspectives?&amp;nbsp; The differences are obvious but we&amp;nbsp;were both standing very close to&amp;nbsp;one another at the moment of capture.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TVLpLmOiuZI/AAAAAAAACLQ/_rDv3gGQOnE/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TVLpLmOiuZI/AAAAAAAACLQ/_rDv3gGQOnE/s640/DSC_0036.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For some reason, I absolutely love that Books sign capped by that metal owning.&amp;nbsp; There is just something about it that makes me notice it every time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After I clicked off my shot, I told Tracy what I was seeing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TVLpRAKiM7I/AAAAAAAACLY/eTn9gg_I7j4/s1600/tracy%2527s+pic+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TVLpRAKiM7I/AAAAAAAACLY/eTn9gg_I7j4/s640/tracy%2527s+pic+2.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;After I mentioned it, Tracy swung her camera up to take a picture.&amp;nbsp; When she did, I said, "Looks like they opened the traffic&amp;nbsp;flood gates."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After, I viewed her image, &amp;nbsp;I like the&amp;nbsp;way the traffic has converged at this little corner.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tracy placed her focal point on BOOKS.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Isn't this a great image?&amp;nbsp; If only a boy or girl were walking around the corner engrossed in a good book.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TVLpDG7NecI/AAAAAAAACLM/99g3F8myeyg/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TVLpDG7NecI/AAAAAAAACLM/99g3F8myeyg/s640/DSC_0034.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday Tracy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Time keeps on tickin', tickin', tickin' into the future.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-7127893965284535346?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/7127893965284535346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday-lunch-and-photo-teaching-happy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7127893965284535346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7127893965284535346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday-lunch-and-photo-teaching-happy.html' title='Happy (Day Before) Birthday Tracy! &amp; A Brief Photo Lesson'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TVLo3vixstI/AAAAAAAACK8/4GAhkPqKw-8/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-8367838315606042987</id><published>2011-02-04T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T04:18:28.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Cypress Knees &amp; Row Row Row Ya Boat back to the house cuz you have to be freezin' ya buns off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUy9ZzPPp0I/AAAAAAAACKc/hlXxG2bTMSo/s1600/DSC_0001_lzn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUy9ZzPPp0I/AAAAAAAACKc/hlXxG2bTMSo/s640/DSC_0001_lzn.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today's photo challenge was knees.&amp;nbsp; Knees.&amp;nbsp; Well, we live in Louisiana and I always thought that Cypress Knees were an anomaly.&amp;nbsp; Here are some baby cypress&amp;nbsp;knees.&amp;nbsp; That's the best I could do today.&amp;nbsp; It was cold&amp;nbsp;and rainy so I went to only one location, lake at LSU.&amp;nbsp; I thought that I had seen Cypress trees on the edges of the lake.&amp;nbsp; When I parked, there was a small cluster of Cypress Trees close to the bank but not in the water.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The water you see surrounding is rain water from today and yesterday's rainy weather.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUy-HSOQ_HI/AAAAAAAACKk/XmNoROkVXn4/s1600/DSC_0008_lzn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUy-HSOQ_HI/AAAAAAAACKk/XmNoROkVXn4/s640/DSC_0008_lzn.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;row, row, flap, flap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Standing&amp;nbsp;on the edge of the walkway, I looked out over the lake and could not believe what I saw.&amp;nbsp; Somebody pinch me!&amp;nbsp; I thought I&amp;nbsp;went to sleep at&amp;nbsp;LSU&amp;nbsp;and woke up&amp;nbsp;at Harvard.&amp;nbsp; No way!&amp;nbsp; These people can NOT&amp;nbsp;be from Louisiana.&amp;nbsp; Didn't they hear that we had school and office closures because we got down to freezing temperature last night?&amp;nbsp; Besides, I didn't know they made&amp;nbsp;pirogues that long!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUy-NaTuSVI/AAAAAAAACKo/RiVoN6qabJc/s1600/DSC_0025_lzn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUy-NaTuSVI/AAAAAAAACKo/RiVoN6qabJc/s640/DSC_0025_lzn.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;whew!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I realize that I must&amp;nbsp;still be in Louisiana.&amp;nbsp; There's&amp;nbsp;the familiar aluminum&amp;nbsp;bateau.&amp;nbsp; At least those couyans are wearing their LSU hoodies.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; They might be asking themselves, "What's&amp;nbsp;dat lady couyan doin' over dere wit dat&amp;nbsp;camera, Cher ?!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUy-TPHrQjI/AAAAAAAACKs/og0mgFEhBcg/s1600/DSC_0060_lzn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUy-TPHrQjI/AAAAAAAACKs/og0mgFEhBcg/s640/DSC_0060_lzn.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I repositioned myself and waited for the rowing team to appear in the frame because I wanted to provide the viewer&amp;nbsp;more information about the setting.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;chose to show the picnic table and bbq pit in the foreground because&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;helps describe the area&amp;nbsp;as a pedestrian friendly location.&amp;nbsp; Also, I used that big tree as an anchor on the left hand side.&amp;nbsp; I think the image would not be as strong without the tree element.&amp;nbsp; Do you see our State Capital Building in the misty, foggy background?&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;deliberately wanted to show&amp;nbsp;that in the background.&amp;nbsp; It is&amp;nbsp;a recognizable icon of the city of Baton Rouge and State of Louisiana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This image is sooc (straight out of camera).&amp;nbsp; If I had taken it into photoshop, I&amp;nbsp;might would&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;cleaned up some of the twigs seen at the top of the image, vignette&amp;nbsp;slightly &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;straighten the horizon line a bit.&amp;nbsp; But, creating a wow! photoshopped image is not what I am reaching for.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My intention&amp;nbsp;for explaining my thought process before capturing this image is to share the fact that &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I actually had a thought process&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I'm not saying this is an award winner.&amp;nbsp; Hardly.&amp;nbsp; But, if you take time to think about &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;making&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a picture before&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt; taking&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;a picture, I think you will impress yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUy-YJa2WTI/AAAAAAAACK0/dL5kbkjKkEc/s640/DSC_0081_lzn.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I focused on the upper / center rain droplet and branch.&amp;nbsp; Do you see a jogger or a house or lamp post in the background?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A second after I took this shot, I snapped the pic below...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUy-YJa2WTI/AAAAAAAACK0/dL5kbkjKkEc/s1600/DSC_0081_lzn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUy-eicGo0I/AAAAAAAACK4/5cnTQtowcg4/s640/DSC_0078_lzn.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;..I focused &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;through&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the skinny branches and rain droplets to see the lone jogger.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;note:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Isn't it amazing how the droplets and branches&amp;nbsp;almost disappear?&amp;nbsp; I am standing in the exact same spot with my camera pointed into the exact same spot with the exact same focal length&amp;nbsp;as the rain droplet picture above.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What changed?&amp;nbsp; My focus.&amp;nbsp; With my 70-300mm lens racked out at 300mm, I allowed my&amp;nbsp;focus point to train in on the jogger in the distant background instead of the tree branch or rain drops.&amp;nbsp; When&amp;nbsp;it locked focus on the jogger, the foreground&amp;nbsp;almost blurred away.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This creates a&amp;nbsp;mysterious impression because the viewer instinctively knows that they are seeing &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;through &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;something but can not clearly identify.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do you think that is neat?&amp;nbsp; I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It is a great technique. You can try shooting through leaves to get a mystical looking impression of a flower or garden statue. I&amp;nbsp;think if you try it, you will be impressed with yourself!&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Being impressed with yourself is good, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUy-eicGo0I/AAAAAAAACK4/5cnTQtowcg4/s1600/DSC_0078_lzn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUy9WUBJ7bI/AAAAAAAACKY/rQCb10B1H-c/s1600/0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUy9WUBJ7bI/AAAAAAAACKY/rQCb10B1H-c/s640/0.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We had a stand off.&amp;nbsp;I have to say, he/she won.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;nbsp;began to rain again.&amp;nbsp; Headed home to see my pics.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It was a slow photo day but a slow photo day is better than a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no photo day any day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;p.s.&amp;nbsp; I realize that this is the 2nd post from this week that include water drops on twiggy branches.&amp;nbsp; so, no more.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, the weather will clear so that I have a different&amp;nbsp;subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-8367838315606042987?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/8367838315606042987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-cypress-knees-row-row-row-ya-boat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/8367838315606042987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/8367838315606042987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-cypress-knees-row-row-row-ya-boat.html' title='Baby Cypress Knees &amp; Row Row Row Ya Boat back to the house cuz you have to be freezin&apos; ya buns off!'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUy9ZzPPp0I/AAAAAAAACKc/hlXxG2bTMSo/s72-c/DSC_0001_lzn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-6947803218471710752</id><published>2011-02-03T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T10:08:35.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brrrrr...Louisiana Snow Day, without the snow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUuPhg_U3wI/AAAAAAAACKQ/945b0P3wBl8/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="430" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUuPhg_U3wI/AAAAAAAACKQ/945b0P3wBl8/s640/2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well, yesterday Terry and I went out and about town to run a few errands.&amp;nbsp; I threw two cameras in the vehicle along with my tripod.&amp;nbsp; But, my goodness&amp;nbsp;it was so cold, I never wanted to get out to make pictures.&amp;nbsp; I mean it was biting wind that&amp;nbsp;slices right through you kind of&amp;nbsp;freezing cold!&amp;nbsp; Last night, the local weather was calling for freezing rain, sleet, possible snow.&amp;nbsp; So, today the kids got our version of a Louisiana Snow Day.&amp;nbsp; It was cold today but I never saw any kind of freezing rain.&amp;nbsp;Terry did say that he had ice on his truck when he left from work this evening.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure what we will see tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I think the schools are closed again just in case.&amp;nbsp; This situation reminds me of a skit that I had seen on Onion News Network&amp;nbsp;which airs on&amp;nbsp;the IFC channel.&amp;nbsp; The whole show is a spoof on CNN.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, as I type this, I&amp;nbsp;had to laugh at the idiotic skit about New Orleans temperature dropping to 44 degrees and the city shuts down, National Guard shows up, the reporter was speaking very loudly as if to incite people to realize the urgency of the possible snow flurries.&amp;nbsp; Oh my goodness, it&amp;nbsp;was a totally ridiculous spoof.&amp;nbsp; I know it was a blown out porportion image of how we, in the deep south, are not equipped to handle 'inclement' winter condition.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;On the other hand, I can see how&amp;nbsp;wimpy we must seem to a Minnesotan!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUuPkX459sI/AAAAAAAACKU/EYiSwpUFbvE/s1600/DSC_0027_lzn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUuPkX459sI/AAAAAAAACKU/EYiSwpUFbvE/s640/DSC_0027_lzn.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mia keeps warm in her snuggly turtleneck.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-6947803218471710752?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/6947803218471710752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/02/brrrrrlouisiana-snow-day-without-snow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/6947803218471710752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/6947803218471710752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/02/brrrrrlouisiana-snow-day-without-snow.html' title='brrrrr...Louisiana Snow Day, without the snow.'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUuPhg_U3wI/AAAAAAAACKQ/945b0P3wBl8/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-7767593343108802662</id><published>2011-02-01T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T22:47:28.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Archives.  Gatlinburg Vacation 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUjpL4St-GI/AAAAAAAACJ0/UUTYF_ytmqs/s1600/3655759297_d89fa42c66_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUjpL4St-GI/AAAAAAAACJ0/UUTYF_ytmqs/s640/3655759297_d89fa42c66_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today, I watched a photography workshop on kelbytraining.com.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;kelbytraining is the brain child and extended enterprise&amp;nbsp;of Scott Kelby.&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp;became a popular&amp;nbsp;photoshop teacher through his 'how to' books.&amp;nbsp; Now, he hosts a website where a group of&amp;nbsp;professionals teach instructional&amp;nbsp;videos pertaining to photography, photoshop,&amp;nbsp;lightroom, etc.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;pay a monthly service fee for access to the courses.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The reason, I&amp;nbsp;reached back to my 2007 Vacation Archives today was because&amp;nbsp;I was reminded of Gatlinburg this morning.&amp;nbsp; I watched&amp;nbsp;a new course&amp;nbsp;where the&amp;nbsp;video&amp;nbsp;setting was&amp;nbsp;Cade's Cove, Gatlinburg, TN.&amp;nbsp; Actually, the setting was a frozen wintry 12 degree Cade's Cove.&amp;nbsp; The premise of the workshop was Intimate Landscape.&amp;nbsp; The instructor was explaining the way&amp;nbsp;he finds and composes images in places where it seems to be the 'off season'.&amp;nbsp; He eluded to the fact that during the spring and fall, there are lots of photographers but not during the frozen winter.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He demonstrated that during the frost bitten, bare treed winter forest, there are still interesting photos to be created.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He started the video in the area of the rustic little house and fencing pictured in the top image.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This charming little house is one of the first things I remember seeing when we entered Cade's Cove when&amp;nbsp;Terry and I visited Gatlinburg in early March 2007.&amp;nbsp; As you can&amp;nbsp;see in the image, the leaves are not yet on the trees but it was still beautiful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUjpTSAtLTI/AAAAAAAACJ4/VHToTobdaN0/s1600/3655759955_4800d0c494_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUjpTSAtLTI/AAAAAAAACJ4/VHToTobdaN0/s640/3655759955_4800d0c494_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUjpXIDdPpI/AAAAAAAACJ8/DvwFjN2HbyI/s1600/3656553024_bcdb0c98b3_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUjpXIDdPpI/AAAAAAAACJ8/DvwFjN2HbyI/s640/3656553024_bcdb0c98b3_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUjpb2Q9MmI/AAAAAAAACKA/Rx1iOYsY9NE/s1600/3655757353_7940213d8d_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUjpb2Q9MmI/AAAAAAAACKA/Rx1iOYsY9NE/s640/3655757353_7940213d8d_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Old Grist Mill above is a restaurant now in Pigeon Forge.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUjpexvsNLI/AAAAAAAACKE/shZ6IowUdho/s1600/3655758291_4ee7a1c231_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUjpexvsNLI/AAAAAAAACKE/shZ6IowUdho/s640/3655758291_4ee7a1c231_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Ubiquitous Tourist,&amp;nbsp;that's me.&amp;nbsp; Taken by Terry (in 2007 of course).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; See that red jacket?&amp;nbsp; I wore it today.&amp;nbsp; Do you know how old that red all weather London Fog is?&amp;nbsp; um.&amp;nbsp;I can't remember the exact year that I&amp;nbsp;purchased it&amp;nbsp;but I remember that same winter the girls received a pink and a purple&amp;nbsp;bike with little white baskets and plastic tassels on the handlebars.&amp;nbsp; They will be 23 and 21 this year.&amp;nbsp; I do remember the day that I bought it.&amp;nbsp; It was&amp;nbsp;Grand Opening week&amp;nbsp;for the Tanger Outlet Mall in Gonzales.&amp;nbsp; I just can't retire it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The weight&amp;nbsp;is perfect for our Louisiana weather.&amp;nbsp; It is still in perfect condition..I think so anyway.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It might be my proverbial&amp;nbsp;Linus Blanket.&amp;nbsp; I'll probably&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;little old lady&amp;nbsp;dragging my red jacket behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUjpjDkOxxI/AAAAAAAACKI/2zjhjnzigQk/s640/3656554228_d645ea9afa_o.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I took this picture of Terry reading about the Mountain people in the same area that he took my picture.&amp;nbsp; This was at the&amp;nbsp;lookout point at the Tennessee/North Carolina State Line.&amp;nbsp; All of these pictures were taken with a Kodak camera that I borrowed from Mom.&amp;nbsp; (I didn't get my first dslr until October 2008.)&amp;nbsp; From what I understand, the Kodak company might be in trouble right now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I appreciate the history and contribution that Kodak has made to the photographic industry.&amp;nbsp; The gold and black Kodak brand was the most popular brand&amp;nbsp;of film as far as I remember.&amp;nbsp; I know that digital has almost eliminated the film&amp;nbsp;development&amp;nbsp;business.&amp;nbsp; There are some people who still&amp;nbsp;use film.&amp;nbsp; But, obviously the digital photography age is here to stay.&amp;nbsp; I hope things turn around for Kodak.&amp;nbsp; Of course, they had to jump&amp;nbsp;into the digital game and have produced great quality modern products.&amp;nbsp; I just read about a professional Leica S2&amp;nbsp;camera that sells for somewhere around 26,000 dollars.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Can you guess who made the sensor for that camera?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kodak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.advancedimagingpro.com/web/online/Image-Processing/KODAK-CCD-Image-Sensors-Power-New-Cameras-for-Professional-Photography/67$5461"&gt;http://www.advancedimagingpro.com/web/online/Image-Processing/KODAK-CCD-Image-Sensors-Power-New-Cameras-for-Professional-Photography/67$5461&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Go figure.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUjpjDkOxxI/AAAAAAAACKI/2zjhjnzigQk/s1600/3656554228_d645ea9afa_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-7767593343108802662?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/7767593343108802662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-archives-gatlinburg-vacation-2007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7767593343108802662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7767593343108802662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-archives-gatlinburg-vacation-2007.html' title='From the Archives.  Gatlinburg Vacation 2007'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUjpL4St-GI/AAAAAAAACJ0/UUTYF_ytmqs/s72-c/3655759297_d89fa42c66_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-3437486692264265184</id><published>2011-01-31T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T13:20:07.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to spin a yarn but here is a Master Yarn Spinner!  Take a listen...</title><content type='html'>I heard this Story Teller talk this morning and had to share.&amp;nbsp; I found myself sitting in front of my laptop.&amp;nbsp; Then, I began&amp;nbsp;leaning into my laptop monitor.&amp;nbsp; Then, eventually, I was standing on my feet with elbows on the counter still leaning in because I&amp;nbsp;was completely&amp;nbsp;dialed in to the story delivered by&amp;nbsp;a Master Storyteller.&amp;nbsp; His name is Jay O'Callahan.&amp;nbsp; Take a listen. &amp;nbsp;I hope you have&amp;nbsp;several minutes to give him your full attention.&amp;nbsp; If not, I am afraid that you will not be able to fully appreciate.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And, appreciation is GOLDEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Free your mind&lt;em&gt;...T minus 5,4,3,2,1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRESS PLAY and be swept away!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="429" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/14806071" width="572"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-3437486692264265184?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/3437486692264265184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-like-to-spin-yarn-but-here-is-master.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/3437486692264265184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/3437486692264265184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-like-to-spin-yarn-but-here-is-master.html' title='I like to spin a yarn but here is a Master Yarn Spinner!  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margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUYIapPfrGI/AAAAAAAACJo/h0Wk8IrRmVA/s640/4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We left the house.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Destination:&amp;nbsp; movie theater to watch Green Hornet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUYIePOfcLI/AAAAAAAACJs/6HsmZtwK6SQ/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUYIePOfcLI/AAAAAAAACJs/6HsmZtwK6SQ/s640/3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Looking through my passenger&amp;nbsp;side glass through the rain bubbles.&amp;nbsp; This is the corner lot intersection at Amite Church Rd and Hwy 16.&amp;nbsp; It has been a vacant field for a very long time.&amp;nbsp; It looks like&amp;nbsp;a development is coming.&amp;nbsp; I suspect it will look very different soon.&amp;nbsp; I wish I had old pictures of Hwy 16 when it was a curvy 2 lane highway with trees on each side of the undeveloped land.&amp;nbsp; Now, we have 4 lanes, 3 red lights and&amp;nbsp;we will soon be getting our&amp;nbsp;very own Walmart!&amp;nbsp; I remember when Linda's Chicken Hut put up a neon sign in the early 80's, I believe.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A neon sign?!&amp;nbsp; That&amp;nbsp;was a big deal and great source&amp;nbsp;of pride at how uptown we were becoming!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Over the last few months, construction has begun on our new hometown high school &amp;amp; my own alma mater.&amp;nbsp; From what I understand, it will be the largest school in the entire state.&amp;nbsp; Oh my goodness.&amp;nbsp; 28 years ago, my HS graduating class totalled 54 students!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUYIjob9DFI/AAAAAAAACJw/t89C2zx-MFE/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUYIjob9DFI/AAAAAAAACJw/t89C2zx-MFE/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Terry and I went to Chilli's.&amp;nbsp; As we were walking up to enter the front doors, I saw these twiggy branches full of water droplets.&amp;nbsp; I asked him to hold the umbrella over my head while I tried to get a picture.&amp;nbsp; He kept telling me to hurry up.&amp;nbsp; My point and shoot had a difficult time focusing.&amp;nbsp; I think he was getting embarrassed because he thought people were looking at us from inside.&amp;nbsp; He cares about stuff like that.&amp;nbsp; I don't give a fig.&amp;nbsp; But, he kept putting the pressure on me so this is the best I could do.&amp;nbsp; I like the colors and I think the image has a sort of abstract appeal.&amp;nbsp; I kept&amp;nbsp;the image and posted it&amp;nbsp;because it helps me remember&amp;nbsp;Terry holding the&amp;nbsp;umbrella over my head even though everything in him wanted to escape from the worst possible thing...Someone thinking something about him...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; He loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But, he needs to get over himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;p.s.&amp;nbsp; We ate, felt stuffed, skipped the movie, went to Best Buy for a car charger for Papa T, went home.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-1973953241807043860?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/1973953241807043860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/100-percipitation-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/1973953241807043860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/1973953241807043860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/100-percipitation-sunday.html' title='Raindrops Keep Falling On My {umbrella that Terry keeps holding over my} Head!'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUYIapPfrGI/AAAAAAAACJo/h0Wk8IrRmVA/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-8956144841668574526</id><published>2011-01-29T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T11:50:14.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Pot Pie in a Jiffy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUTpg7uiSjI/AAAAAAAACJc/I4EftDBXuJA/s1600/DSC_0475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUTpg7uiSjI/AAAAAAAACJc/I4EftDBXuJA/s640/DSC_0475.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I made&amp;nbsp;two Turkey Pot Pies tonight from a&amp;nbsp;Taste of&amp;nbsp;Home&amp;nbsp;Comfort Food&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;diet&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cookbook.&amp;nbsp; Actually, I found the recipe&amp;nbsp;titled&amp;nbsp; 'easy chicken pot pie'. &amp;nbsp;I decided to use turkey in place of chicken.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This recipe is certainly very easy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To prepare the turkey, I&amp;nbsp;cooked&amp;nbsp;4 turkey breast cutlets&amp;nbsp;in onion powder, garlic &amp;amp; herb seasonings, salt &amp;amp; black pepper seasoned boiling water&amp;nbsp;then diced into small cubes.&amp;nbsp; I made a couple modifications to the recipe simply because I wanted to use what I had.&amp;nbsp; You might like to try the original recipe on page 208.&amp;nbsp; (image of cookbook cover at bottom of post)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Below is&amp;nbsp;how I put mine together and they came out perfectly delicious.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For&amp;nbsp;pot pie&amp;nbsp;filling, mix:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 c. cream of mushroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 c. cream of chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 c. peas and carrots, drained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1/2 c. milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2 turkey breast cutlets&amp;nbsp;or 2 chicken&amp;nbsp;breasts, diced &lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. of black pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;salt to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*spray cooking spray in pie plate and fill with mixture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Topping:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 1/2 c. baking mix (I used Jiffy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2/3 c. milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*drop by tablespoon full over the top of the turkey pot pie filling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUTTR1ANL3I/AAAAAAAACJI/JCDa1jh6HZY/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUTTR1ANL3I/AAAAAAAACJI/JCDa1jh6HZY/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bake:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;375&amp;nbsp;degrees /&amp;nbsp;30-40 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(I lined aluminum foil under the pies in case&amp;nbsp;any liquid bubbed over. It didn't.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUTTVQ_TEPI/AAAAAAAACJM/v7VyhNi8ASc/s1600/DSC_0485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUTTVQ_TEPI/AAAAAAAACJM/v7VyhNi8ASc/s400/DSC_0485.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My family enjoys the pot pies that I&amp;nbsp;make with double layer crusts.&amp;nbsp; I like those too.&amp;nbsp;But, I can tell you this recipe is so&amp;nbsp;easy and delicious.&amp;nbsp; I simply doubled the recipe above to make&amp;nbsp;these two pies.&amp;nbsp; When I took the hot&amp;nbsp;pot pies out of the oven, I had to take a quick snap because Terry was&amp;nbsp;waiting in the wings with saucer and fork in hand.&amp;nbsp; On my, 'go', he&amp;nbsp;dished up a nice serving of Turkey Pot Pie to enjoy while he watched&amp;nbsp;his ESPN&amp;nbsp;on this, relax away Saturday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUTTZAj5IAI/AAAAAAAACJQ/hO-XermU1z4/s1600/DSC_0539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUTTZAj5IAI/AAAAAAAACJQ/hO-XermU1z4/s640/DSC_0539.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kayla and Trevor came home from dinner and a movie and&amp;nbsp;stopped for a tasty taste.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After I told them that&amp;nbsp;it was a diet recipe,&amp;nbsp;Trevor went back for another taste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you try the recipe, write back and let me know if you like it too.&amp;nbsp; This was my first recipe that I tried from my new Taste of Home Cookbook.&amp;nbsp; I'm anxious to test more.&amp;nbsp; I'll let you know when I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUTj9YYuqFI/AAAAAAAACJY/Qwv0YUZBi4A/s1600/DSC_0001+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUTj9YYuqFI/AAAAAAAACJY/Qwv0YUZBi4A/s640/DSC_0001+%25282%2529.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-8956144841668574526?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/8956144841668574526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-made-these-turkey-pot-pies-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/8956144841668574526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/8956144841668574526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-made-these-turkey-pot-pies-tonight.html' title='Turkey Pot Pie in a Jiffy!'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUTpg7uiSjI/AAAAAAAACJc/I4EftDBXuJA/s72-c/DSC_0475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-2309326269340622719</id><published>2011-01-26T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T20:42:17.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOA NELLY!   Hop off Yo High Horse There Lady!</title><content type='html'>Today was mani/pedi day.&amp;nbsp; AhHH... I could not wait to sink my tootsies in the hot bubbly&amp;nbsp;water while I sat in the massage chair.&amp;nbsp; I picked out my favorite Red polish&amp;nbsp;for my toes, then shuffled through the selection of magazines.&amp;nbsp; There were the typical Nail Pro Magazines that really do not interest me.&amp;nbsp; shuffle. shuffle.&amp;nbsp; ok.&amp;nbsp; I'll take Time Magazine.&amp;nbsp; I'll take Herrington Catalogue.&amp;nbsp; I'll take Charisma.&amp;nbsp; I didn't know what Charisma was.&amp;nbsp; As the water began to&amp;nbsp;fill up&amp;nbsp;the foot basin, I chose Charisma.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was prepared to thumb quickly through the thin pages to see if anything caught my interest.&amp;nbsp; You know what I mean by flipping through magazines absentmindedly.&amp;nbsp; It's just a pass time or a way to stay within your own little bubble as you get your pedi..&amp;nbsp; The first advertisement was &amp;nbsp;for a Joel Olsteen seminar held in January.&amp;nbsp; I flipped through.&amp;nbsp; Then, a title page caught my attention.&amp;nbsp; There was a large sinister looking face staring straight ahead.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The title of the article read&amp;nbsp;something like Devil in Pew 7.&amp;nbsp; I was curious about what it was about.&amp;nbsp; I began to read.&amp;nbsp; The first paragraph captured my attention as it began with the tension of any good suspense story.&amp;nbsp; The character was running scared.&amp;nbsp; In first person, the author writes how&amp;nbsp;she could feel the pain of her&amp;nbsp;bare feet slapping against the black asphalt street.&amp;nbsp; She could not stop.&amp;nbsp; She needed air.&amp;nbsp; She could not stop to breath.&amp;nbsp; She was running in fear and running for help.&amp;nbsp; As the story unfolded,&amp;nbsp;the author went back to the beginning&amp;nbsp;to tell of a character named Mr. Williams who sat in the Pew 7.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mr. Williams&amp;nbsp;was a manipulator within the church.&amp;nbsp; What he said, went. No one EVER went against his wishes.&amp;nbsp; Until, that is, her father became the new pastor.&amp;nbsp; Her father recognized this man for who he was.&amp;nbsp; He also realized that even though Mr. Williams&amp;nbsp;had been&amp;nbsp;sitting in Pew 7 for many years, he&amp;nbsp;was not even a member of the church.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The new pastor explained to the church that only members are allowed to vote on decisions within the church.&amp;nbsp; Mr. Williams, realizing that he lost his authority, began to threaten the new pastor and his family.&amp;nbsp; They found their tires slit, found bomb threats against the church.&amp;nbsp; One night, there was a glass that was shattered in her baby brother's room even as the baby was in the crib.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Miraculously, with shards of glass all around,&amp;nbsp;the baby was&amp;nbsp;left unharmed.&amp;nbsp; Then, one night, the Devil from Pew 7 entered the family's home and shot to kill her&amp;nbsp;mother and father.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her mother died that night.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The author&amp;nbsp;who was a young girl at the time,&amp;nbsp;ran for cover under the kitchen table.&amp;nbsp; She&amp;nbsp;remembered hiding behind the table and chair legs.&amp;nbsp; When she saw her helpless father try to lift his arms and could not.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She knew that she was the only person able to run for help.&amp;nbsp; It took all her courage to try to be as quiet as possible and sneak out the kitchen back door.&amp;nbsp;She ran and ran with everything she had.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, she received a phone call.&amp;nbsp; She could not believe who it was.&amp;nbsp; It was the man that murdered her mother.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;During his stay in prison, he was ministered to and found true&amp;nbsp;salvation.&amp;nbsp; He knew that the first thing he needed to do was seek her forgiveness.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow,&amp;nbsp; then the next article was a teaching&amp;nbsp;on the&amp;nbsp;Principles of Forgiveness.&amp;nbsp; Do you sense a pattern here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next article was a re-telling about the mad man who went into the Amish School House and fired away at 10 Amish school girls.&amp;nbsp; 5 were killed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Even though their loss was&amp;nbsp;so great,&amp;nbsp;the parents of the children&amp;nbsp;reached out to the wife of the murderer.&amp;nbsp; They wanted to let her know that&amp;nbsp;they held no ill will toward her.&amp;nbsp; After burying their own children the day before, 75 Amish men and women attended the funeral of the man who turned the gun on himself after the massacre.&amp;nbsp; Along with their forgiveness, they&amp;nbsp;brought food and gifts for the family.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Heartbreaking and Heart Lifting at the same time, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I wrote about the bitter distaste that was left with after someone disappointed me.&amp;nbsp; 'Whoa NELLY!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hop off Yo High Horse&amp;nbsp;There Lady!'.&amp;nbsp; That was the message that my spirit received loud and clear.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;By some 'strange coincidence',&amp;nbsp; I got the preachin' that I needed through the pages of a random magazine at the nail salon.&amp;nbsp; That magazine, like most of the literature was probably something dropped off by someone as a donation.&amp;nbsp; You know the sort of publications I am&amp;nbsp;talking about...&amp;nbsp;previously perused and passed on!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Do you think it was&amp;nbsp;a random coincidence?&amp;nbsp; I don't.&amp;nbsp; I think there are no random coincidences.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;know the&amp;nbsp;Word says that God spoke this world into existence.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think&amp;nbsp;God speaks to us in many ways.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes a whisper, sometimes He&amp;nbsp;will snatch&amp;nbsp;us by the&amp;nbsp;ear.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think I got an earful today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received that needed preachin' and I have to say I was properly humbled.&amp;nbsp; Humbled&amp;nbsp;by how I blew a&amp;nbsp; situation all out of proportion in my mind.&amp;nbsp; I blew my cool.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;repent of&amp;nbsp;my own sin of&amp;nbsp;pride and unforgiveness that I was willing to carry.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I need to get over myself because my SELF can only get&amp;nbsp;in the way!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am humbled by the examples of forgiveness freely offered by the Amish.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In my SELFishness, I realize that&amp;nbsp;I could only see&amp;nbsp;how I felt.&amp;nbsp; How I was impacted.&amp;nbsp; How I was being taken for granted.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;How I&amp;nbsp;refuse to budge one more inch.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ewe.&amp;nbsp; yucky selfishness.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Please forgive me&amp;nbsp;AND my silly SELF, O' Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUDidjln-FI/AAAAAAAACJA/RtzrjJb-OhU/s1600/hide+and+seek+CROPPED.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUDidjln-FI/AAAAAAAACJA/RtzrjJb-OhU/s640/hide+and+seek+CROPPED.jpg" width="442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRANSPARENCY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;i see you, seeing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-2309326269340622719?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/2309326269340622719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/whoa-nelly-hop-off-yo-high-horse-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/2309326269340622719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/2309326269340622719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/whoa-nelly-hop-off-yo-high-horse-young.html' title='WHOA NELLY!   Hop off Yo High Horse There Lady!'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TUDidjln-FI/AAAAAAAACJA/RtzrjJb-OhU/s72-c/hide+and+seek+CROPPED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-6433161565323270348</id><published>2011-01-25T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:43:19.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Disappointment to Bountifully Blessed...All in One Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TT9h_Ka0idI/AAAAAAAACIY/vU7y4atYhYg/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TT9h_Ka0idI/AAAAAAAACIY/vU7y4atYhYg/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The cute shoes, 30% off purchase today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The big bounty of white?&amp;nbsp; El Noope'!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition of Bitter-&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;harsh,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;disagreeably&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;acrid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;taste,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;aspirin,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;quinine,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;wormwood,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;or aloes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;I don't know if I have&amp;nbsp;ever&amp;nbsp;actually had a physical taste of quinine, wormwood or aloes as referenced in the dictionary definition.&amp;nbsp; Although, recently, &amp;nbsp;I have been left with a taste of&amp;nbsp;bitter disappointment.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can attest, my friends, that kind of bitter after taste can be described as harsh and disagreeably acrid.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All I can say in this blog post is that over the course of a few days, I have been bitterly disappointed by someone.&amp;nbsp; I will not express specifics. There are only 2 people who know the instance that I am talking about because one of them was directly impacted. The other is my lifelong confidant. What I can say is that "When you push against me, expect resistance.&amp;nbsp; I have a low center of gravity and&amp;nbsp;will not back down or give one inch more than &lt;i&gt;I am willing&lt;/i&gt;!" That is a promise and you can quote me on it. Enough said.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, then today...! Thank you, Good Lord, for giving me today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met someone who heard my heart's desire and then blessed me beyond measure. I have been contemplating a set up for a bridal shoot. I want to recruit some models and create a 'Destination Wedding' portfolio. The problem for me is the fact that I would need a supply of wedding gowns. Well, I have my own wedding dress that is now almost 25 years old. Other than that? Nada. Obviously, my starting point is to find some affordable bridal gowns. In photography, sometimes you can fake a few things. You know what I mean. Think about props and backdrops. Sometimes, the setting is real. Most times, the image presents a mere illusion of reality. With that in mind, I was on a hunt for an affordable wedding gown. I figured that I could simply modify it, if need be, by clamping the bodice, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along my path, I first stopped at a thrift store. blah, blah,.. Nah! Nothing there. I really didn't expect to find anything at the thrift store that I would like to use but I thought to give it a try. So, I left the thrift store and continued down the boulevard. Actually, I knew exactly where I wanted to shop next. I had been thinking about this shop and even picturing myself talking to the owner. The shop I am referring to is a small, well run consignment boutique. Years ago, I purchased two beautiful formal gowns for my oldest daughter. She still has them today. In my mind, I had practiced what I wanted to ask. I was going to offer to rent the dresses if the shop owner was willing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the store and there against the side wall were an array of white bridal gowns in clear plastic zippered bags. I saw price tags ranging from 299.00 to 599.00. uh oh. That was way out of range for me to purchase as a prop. The owner stepped up to me and asked if she could help me. That is when I asked her if she ever rented out her dresses. In her kind way, she told me no but wanted to know what I was thinking. I told her what I had in mind. Then, she told me that she might have a dress in the warehouse that didn't sell. That's when she said, "If you look at it and think it is something you can use...Then, I can bless you with it." Ummm. Ahem. Did she just tell me she would give me a dress for free? Yes, that is what she said.&amp;nbsp; My heart was rightly 'blessed' simply by her offer. Just to have someone who is willing to give me something made me feel very, very blessed indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had her helper go to the store room and pick out a few of her favorite dresses. I picked out my favorite. Then, I offered to purchase a couple more that were left hanging. My intention was to give SOMETHING to the store owner for her generosity. She refused to allow me to pay anything. She said that this selection of dresses were left at the store. They did not sell and the owner never picked them up. She didn't know exactly what she would do with them. Long story short. I left the consignment boutique with&amp;nbsp;SIX bridal gowns! FREE! El Noope'! (no out of pocket expense!) Yes, I was blessed today as I drove home with a back seat chock full of fluffy white bridal gowns! Thank you Lord from whom ALL blessings flow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-6433161565323270348?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/6433161565323270348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/regaining-trust-in-genorosity-of-people.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/6433161565323270348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/6433161565323270348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/regaining-trust-in-genorosity-of-people.html' title='From Disappointment to Bountifully Blessed...All in One Day!'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TT9h_Ka0idI/AAAAAAAACIY/vU7y4atYhYg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-6282604085042305793</id><published>2011-01-18T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T13:02:55.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; Melissa check out latest wedding files at Starbucks</title><content type='html'>﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTZ-4wP5jSI/AAAAAAAACIU/rr6Mz9lu2BM/s1600/.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTZ-4wP5jSI/AAAAAAAACIU/rr6Mz9lu2BM/s640/.1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Melissa and I met at Starbucks to share our images from our latest Wedding.&amp;nbsp; This was Melissa's 1st commissioned wedding.&amp;nbsp; Because she assisted me on almost all of my Weddings last year, I was excited to help her out.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTZ-u7Y500I/AAAAAAAACIE/k7IBpbPBzsM/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTZ-u7Y500I/AAAAAAAACIE/k7IBpbPBzsM/s640/4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;ooooh, so lovely!&amp;nbsp; Don't you wish you could see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTZ-xYU9axI/AAAAAAAACII/QcdCeERI71I/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTZ-xYU9axI/AAAAAAAACII/QcdCeERI71I/s640/5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Time for another swig!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTZ-2ahWK2I/AAAAAAAACIQ/iebhYqadcYc/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTZ-2ahWK2I/AAAAAAAACIQ/iebhYqadcYc/s640/7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulations to Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. McQuiddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTZ-zytvicI/AAAAAAAACIM/e-p70Bymxlg/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTZ-zytvicI/AAAAAAAACIM/e-p70Bymxlg/s640/6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Melissa's daughter is behind the lens!&amp;nbsp; When I saw that pom-pom on top of my head, I&amp;nbsp;was scared it was a&amp;nbsp;glamour don't...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTZ-q7R2XHI/AAAAAAAACIA/jFfEaV4E4ZA/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTZ-q7R2XHI/AAAAAAAACIA/jFfEaV4E4ZA/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;So, I 'whip my hair my hair back and forth'&amp;nbsp;to just 'shake 'em off'!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Just whip it, Whip it Real Good! &amp;amp; Got my Swag On!&amp;nbsp; lol!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;BEWARE, ADVISORY WARNING:&amp;nbsp; If you watch this video,&amp;nbsp; you just might feel the need to uncontrollably&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;"Whip Your Hair Back and Forth"!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="271" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xf9loz?width=&amp;amp;theme=none&amp;amp;foreground=%23F7FFFD&amp;amp;highlight=%23FFC300&amp;amp;background=%23171D1B&amp;amp;start=&amp;amp;animatedTitle=&amp;amp;iframe=0&amp;amp;additionalInfos=0&amp;amp;autoPlay=0&amp;amp;hideInfos=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xf9loz?width=&amp;amp;theme=none&amp;amp;foreground=%23F7FFFD&amp;amp;highlight=%23FFC300&amp;amp;background=%23171D1B&amp;amp;start=&amp;amp;animatedTitle=&amp;amp;iframe=0&amp;amp;additionalInfos=0&amp;amp;autoPlay=0&amp;amp;hideInfos=0" width="480" height="271" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xf9loz_willow-smith-whip-my-hair-official_music"&gt;Willow Smith - Whip My Hair ( Official Video TyhansTV )&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/tyhansofficiel"&gt;tyhansofficiel&lt;/a&gt;. - &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/us/channel/music" target="_self"&gt;See the latest featured music videos.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-6282604085042305793?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/6282604085042305793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/me-melissa-check-out-latest-wedding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/6282604085042305793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/6282604085042305793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/me-melissa-check-out-latest-wedding.html' title='Me &amp; Melissa check out latest wedding files at Starbucks'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTZ-4wP5jSI/AAAAAAAACIU/rr6Mz9lu2BM/s72-c/.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-2072697278231169558</id><published>2011-01-14T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T05:03:15.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Governor's Mansion-Jazz Musicians &amp; Ballroom Dancing</title><content type='html'>Melissa of &lt;a href="http://melissaroephotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Melissa Roe Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; and I went to the &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Old Governor's Mansion&lt;/span&gt; to scope out the situation!&amp;nbsp; Not a Jersey Shore 'Situation' but a&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt; BR Wedding Expo&lt;/span&gt; Situation.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Our intention was to find out how other photographer's set up their display and see if there is enough traffic to make the expense worthwhile.&amp;nbsp; When we were walking up to the steps to enter the Mansion, we had to figure out which one of us was going to be the bride!&amp;nbsp; hmmmm...&amp;nbsp;It didn't matter!&amp;nbsp; Hey, they snatched up our 10 dollars cash at the door.&amp;nbsp; So,&amp;nbsp;we went up in there like we owned the joint!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Actually, when we walked in we could smell&amp;nbsp;...sniff, sniff, sniff....Wedding appetizers &amp;amp; h'orderves!&amp;nbsp; My favorite food group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa and I enjoyed a plate&amp;nbsp;full of super&amp;nbsp;delicious&amp;nbsp;party food provided by Drake's Catering and Heirloom Catering.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Both&amp;nbsp;catering companies&amp;nbsp;had food spreads on the huge buffet table in the Dining Room.&amp;nbsp; It was&amp;nbsp;elegantly displayed.&amp;nbsp; Better than that...that&amp;nbsp;food was bombdiggity.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There was a Wine and&amp;nbsp;Martini Bar serving their special Blue Tinis.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wafting from down the hall ..., sniff, sniff, sniff...(think Blue's Clues!)...we caught a whiff of&amp;nbsp;that distinctive fine smell of&amp;nbsp; freshly brewING coffee.&amp;nbsp; Ain't no better aroma!&amp;nbsp; So, we followed our noses down the hall and around the corner&amp;nbsp;to the coffee urn.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That dark peculated coffee&amp;nbsp;was just&amp;nbsp;we wanted.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I didn't count 'em but Melissa was tearing open quite a few packets of creamer and sugar.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I noticed her&amp;nbsp;swizzling&amp;nbsp;with the skinny black stir stick.&amp;nbsp; Then, she had to go through a few repetitions of...sluuuuurrrp..sip, sip, sip...smack, smack, smack....til she got it&amp;nbsp;juuuuust right.&amp;nbsp; She is so funny.&amp;nbsp; Me?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don't need NO CereMony!&amp;nbsp; -&amp;nbsp; plain black coffee here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;:)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to observe how people do things in their own way.&amp;nbsp; People watching is cheap entertainment.&amp;nbsp; Speaking of entertaining, here are some pics that I took of the Jazz Band Ensemble that played during the meet and greet hour.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This band was&amp;nbsp;fantastic.&amp;nbsp; I was diggin' on their groove.&amp;nbsp; To tell the truth, I was ready&amp;nbsp;to go lay some James Brown moves out on the dance floor.&amp;nbsp; I decided not to embarrass Melissa.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Plus, I&amp;nbsp;didn't want to make a Spectacle of myself!&amp;nbsp; Notice how&amp;nbsp;similar the words Spectacle and Spectacular are.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I should have laid my James Brown moves out on the floor...I just might have been &lt;strong&gt;Spectacular &lt;/strong&gt;instead!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess we will never know.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;Que Sera, Sera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTEgSB6RuzI/AAAAAAAACHg/GrtMxwIlho4/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTEgSB6RuzI/AAAAAAAACHg/GrtMxwIlho4/s640/1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I took all these pics with my point and shoot that I had in my purse.&amp;nbsp; Beside the fact that I did not want to rudely walk up and pop flash into the eyes of the musicians,&amp;nbsp;I purposefully turned OFF the&amp;nbsp;camera flash because I wanted capture&amp;nbsp;ambiance.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;For these moody pics, I love the character that comes through without flash.&amp;nbsp; When I know that I must nail the safe, clear shot, my flash gets turned on of course.&amp;nbsp;But, when I shoot for fun...I can&amp;nbsp;experiment a little.&amp;nbsp; I love the freeedom of digital photography.&amp;nbsp; Some are keepers...some are weepers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I decided these were keepers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTEgVF1U0tI/AAAAAAAACHk/qMKDp8znkQ8/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTEgVF1U0tI/AAAAAAAACHk/qMKDp8znkQ8/s640/2.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTEgbIn6QvI/AAAAAAAACHs/j3euNpWt-JE/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTEgbIn6QvI/AAAAAAAACHs/j3euNpWt-JE/s640/4.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTEgelWqCNI/AAAAAAAACHw/4LIbyUqPXIE/s1600/A01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTEgelWqCNI/AAAAAAAACHw/4LIbyUqPXIE/s320/A01.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTEgoIHW7jI/AAAAAAAACH8/9_yGfdGwZ14/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTEgoIHW7jI/AAAAAAAACH8/9_yGfdGwZ14/s640/7.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTEgijlH8gI/AAAAAAAACH0/lyRhubmqcGo/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTEgijlH8gI/AAAAAAAACH0/lyRhubmqcGo/s640/5.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;For the dancers, I knew that I was going to have motion blur because I was not using flash to stop the motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;all these&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;images!!!&amp;nbsp; In the past, I'm sure I probably would have deleted all of them because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;a) they are dark.&amp;nbsp; b) they are blurry.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;After viewing and studying photography, my eye appreciates&amp;nbsp;imperfections in a new way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I adore the ethereal effect of the&amp;nbsp;blurring created by the swirling dancers &amp;amp; musicians.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Here is a you tube video of &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doris Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; singing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que Sera, Sera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I always thought Doris Day was a classy lady.&amp;nbsp; And, we share a First Name!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Yep, my first name is Doris.&amp;nbsp; I was named after my beloved Aunt Dot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZbKHDPPrrc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZbKHDPPrrc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-2072697278231169558?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/2072697278231169558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/old-governors-mansion-jazz-musicians.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/2072697278231169558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/2072697278231169558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/old-governors-mansion-jazz-musicians.html' title='Old Governor&apos;s Mansion-Jazz Musicians &amp; Ballroom Dancing'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TTEgSB6RuzI/AAAAAAAACHg/GrtMxwIlho4/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-2678148252747113195</id><published>2011-01-12T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T12:33:55.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand Crafted &amp; Custom Designed...GRANNY BEADS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TS54JGemTWI/AAAAAAAACHQ/BeAmfLrcCxQ/s1600/4+for+blog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="440" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TS54JGemTWI/AAAAAAAACHQ/BeAmfLrcCxQ/s640/4+for+blog.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last month, I went with mom to her bead supplier.&amp;nbsp; What kind of image does, 'kid in a candy store' conjure up?&amp;nbsp; Well, just imagine'Tootie in a jewelry store'!&amp;nbsp; Oh, yeah!&amp;nbsp; Anybody that knows me, can tell you that I am like a fish.&amp;nbsp; Anything SHINY lures me - hook, line &amp;amp; sinker!&amp;nbsp; I am rather proud of myself.&amp;nbsp; I did refrain from buying out the whole store.&amp;nbsp; What I decided on was some very unique beads.&amp;nbsp; They are actually taken from a granite quarry.&amp;nbsp; This granite is very expensive and the Japanese are&amp;nbsp;buying up huge slabs of the stuff for countertops.&amp;nbsp; I could not resist these beads.&amp;nbsp; The overall color looks to be an olive green.&amp;nbsp; Yet, when you look close, you can see colors of purple and gold in the veining.&amp;nbsp; I think they are gorgeous up close and personal.&amp;nbsp; In the first and second picture posted here, I attempted to show their beauty.&amp;nbsp; I think they look pretty here but a photo can not describe the luxurious, weighty quality of the beads.&amp;nbsp; These two photos were taken at Mom's jewelry work bench as she&amp;nbsp;was trying to configure a&amp;nbsp;pattern for&amp;nbsp;a custom&amp;nbsp;necklace design.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom did finish my necklace that she had begun here.&amp;nbsp; Not only did I get one necklace from these unique beads, I got 2 necklaces, 2 braclets &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;3 pair of earrings!&amp;nbsp; I love them. I am in an old black hoodie sweatshirt, yoga pants, tennis shoes and sit here at the computer with my new&amp;nbsp;shiny jewerly&amp;nbsp;dripping off&amp;nbsp;me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yep, that's me...&amp;nbsp;bedecked and bedazzled to the 'NINES' in my new jewelry as I type this blog post.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuz that's how I roll, y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TS54Mlv8oTI/AAAAAAAACHU/eLtPTXj2Fww/s1600/3+for+blog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TS54Mlv8oTI/AAAAAAAACHU/eLtPTXj2Fww/s640/3+for+blog.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TS54Phhn2_I/AAAAAAAACHY/f-vWCEjeM0s/s1600/1+for+blog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TS54Phhn2_I/AAAAAAAACHY/f-vWCEjeM0s/s640/1+for+blog.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the rose colored swarovski pearl&amp;nbsp;necklace &amp;amp; bracelet strands, plus earrings&amp;nbsp;that Mom created for herself.&amp;nbsp; Previously, she had only created her pearl strands with genuine cultured pearls.&amp;nbsp; Then, she discovered the Swarovski Pearls.&amp;nbsp; They are excellent, excellent quality Swarovski created colored pearls with a Lifetime Guarantee.&amp;nbsp; With the Swarovski name behind them, the quality is unquestionable.&amp;nbsp; It is worth the extra expense for heirloom quality&amp;nbsp;pieces.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TS54SWPzj9I/AAAAAAAACHc/xh4yAKyx5-M/s1600/2+for+blog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TS54SWPzj9I/AAAAAAAACHc/xh4yAKyx5-M/s640/2+for+blog.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Contact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:bjslaton@cox.net"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;Betty Slaton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; For Pricing Information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You will be surprised at&amp;nbsp;Mom's prices.&amp;nbsp; I tell her she is giving her beautiful&amp;nbsp;hand crafted jewelry away.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She told me that she likes&amp;nbsp;to do it and is happy&amp;nbsp;with her pricing structure.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Every piece she creates is meticulously and carefully&amp;nbsp;constructed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You will have something that will last if you&amp;nbsp;are lucky enough to own&amp;nbsp;her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;GRANNY BEADS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-2678148252747113195?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/2678148252747113195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/hand-crafted-custom-designedgranny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/2678148252747113195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/2678148252747113195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/hand-crafted-custom-designedgranny.html' title='Hand Crafted &amp; Custom Designed...GRANNY BEADS!'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TS54JGemTWI/AAAAAAAACHQ/BeAmfLrcCxQ/s72-c/4+for+blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-7085354599066425319</id><published>2011-01-08T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T11:27:48.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>our Littlest RugRats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;﻿MIA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSiqLs8Z6XI/AAAAAAAACHI/1w6yIg8qUMM/s1600/MIA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSiqLs8Z6XI/AAAAAAAACHI/1w6yIg8qUMM/s640/MIA.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here is our sweet, gentle Mia.&amp;nbsp; She will be 3 years old soon.&amp;nbsp; She is quiet and respectful and really a perfect housedog.&amp;nbsp; Kayla bought her and she became our family's first housedog to actually become a permanant member of the family.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have never wanted an indoor pet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When the girl's were young, we&amp;nbsp;tried but it didn't work out.&amp;nbsp; I just don't have the patience.&amp;nbsp; Mia came and stayed.&amp;nbsp; We all fell in love with her.&amp;nbsp; She did make mistakes when she was younger and I fussed like crazy.&amp;nbsp; But, I really love her still.&amp;nbsp; Mia began to get so chubby because she is a true lapdog.&amp;nbsp; I always say that she is a 'stuffed dog with a pulse'.&amp;nbsp; I made the comment one day that she needed a friend that she can run around the yard with.&amp;nbsp; My younger daughter heard&amp;nbsp;this and I am sure her ears perked up because before I knew what hit me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In Comes Bella!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;SMUGGLED In Comes Bella, I should mention!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, Karmyn smuggled her into our home.&amp;nbsp; I woke up one morning and I saw Kayla standing in Karmyn's room while Karmyn was still in bed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then,&amp;nbsp;my mom sonar heard, "Have you told&amp;nbsp;Mom, yet?"&amp;nbsp; I did my&amp;nbsp;whip around on a dime and slipped in to find out, "Told Mom what?"&amp;nbsp; Karmyn smiled and slowly pulled out this little 6 week old puppy that she had hidden under her covers.&amp;nbsp; She told me that she bought her for $50 from SPCA.&amp;nbsp; SPCA&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;set up outside Petco.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When Karmyn saw her, she could not leave her.&amp;nbsp; She quickly&amp;nbsp;reminded me, "Mom, you said that&amp;nbsp;Mia needed a friend!".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am sure she had that line prepared!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And, that is how Bella&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;was smuggled into&amp;nbsp;the family. &amp;nbsp;Bella is almost one year old now.&amp;nbsp; She wants to be everywhere that I am.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For so many, many years,&amp;nbsp;I was completely closed to the idea of having an indoor pet.&amp;nbsp; I didn't want the problems.&amp;nbsp; I still do not want the problems.&amp;nbsp; Although, I now&amp;nbsp;know what it means to be&amp;nbsp;absolutely adored by&amp;nbsp;a dog.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Isn't it nice to&amp;nbsp;be absolutely adored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bella aka Bellie Belle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSiqFy7RwAI/AAAAAAAACHE/gOHbVLyrvxs/s1600/BELLA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSiqFy7RwAI/AAAAAAAACHE/gOHbVLyrvxs/s640/BELLA.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now, what is NOT nice?&amp;nbsp; Don't get me started!&amp;nbsp; This is a terribly undisciplined dog.&amp;nbsp; If you only knew!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When she is bad, Terry calls her a Thug Dog because she is a mixed breed.&amp;nbsp; Then, I feel sorry for her for being a "thug dog".&amp;nbsp; Then, immediately I realize that she is Thug and she is bbbBad-Bad to the Bone!&amp;nbsp; Sometimes the frustrastion makes me feel like a bull with steam blowing out of my ears.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then, there are other times when I love her so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like, when I take a nap&amp;nbsp;Bella aways&amp;nbsp;curls up into her duddle bug ball right next to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The warm snuggly duddle ball&amp;nbsp;makes everything OK.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say she&amp;nbsp;smuggled her way right into my heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSiqOzMXYSI/AAAAAAAACHM/ndatq99z9J8/s1600/TOY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSiqOzMXYSI/AAAAAAAACHM/ndatq99z9J8/s640/TOY.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;We have toys like stuffed cows with a rope running through it laying about the floor.&amp;nbsp; When I say, "Wanna go Outside?"&amp;nbsp; Bella snags it up and shoots out the door.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At this point, she is a&amp;nbsp;joyful&amp;nbsp;puppy bounding around the backyard with her cow.&amp;nbsp; Then,&amp;nbsp;the cow&amp;nbsp;comes back inside&amp;nbsp;all slobbery.&amp;nbsp; yucky.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;So, it goes in the washing machine.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;As soon as it comes out the washer, back to the floor and the routine happens all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Toys in the Floor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Ugggg...I thought I was done with that long ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-7085354599066425319?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/7085354599066425319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-littlest-rugrats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7085354599066425319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7085354599066425319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-littlest-rugrats.html' title='our Littlest RugRats'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSiqLs8Z6XI/AAAAAAAACHI/1w6yIg8qUMM/s72-c/MIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-2720800601172342195</id><published>2011-01-05T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T09:09:05.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner (&amp; a Movie) for Schmucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSSgygcmkVI/AAAAAAAACG4/VyGq0oImS10/s1600/DSC05928-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSSgygcmkVI/AAAAAAAACG4/VyGq0oImS10/s640/DSC05928-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, after work, Terry called to ask what we were having for supper.&amp;nbsp; I told him the frig is full of left overs so I did not cook.&amp;nbsp; He told me he was pea'd &amp;amp; cabbaged out.&amp;nbsp; Well, he had a point.&amp;nbsp; It is time to clean out all those left overs from New Year's Day because we are now well into 2011.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is crazy how fast the days roll by!&amp;nbsp; Before you know it..., well I'm not gonna say it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner&amp;nbsp;for Schumcks was just released for movie rental.&amp;nbsp; I rented it from the Red Box that stands outside our hometown Walgreens.&amp;nbsp; When Terry called, I told him that I had rented a couple movies.&amp;nbsp; He asked me how pizza sounded.&amp;nbsp; Pizza?!!&amp;nbsp; Yeah, pizza and a movie sounds like a winner.&amp;nbsp; He told me to call in pizza and he would pick it up before he came home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today's photo challenge is 'Natural Framing'.&amp;nbsp; This morning, I noticed the empty pizza box&amp;nbsp;on the kitchen countertop from last night's Dinner &amp;amp; a Movie.&amp;nbsp; Seeing the pizza box gave me an idea.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My idea was to attempt to shoot through the hole in the center of the movie case.&amp;nbsp; So, above is my interpetation of Dinner (&amp;amp; a movie)&amp;nbsp;for Schmucks.&amp;nbsp; By the way, I only saw half of&amp;nbsp;it because Kayla came home and needed my attention with something.&amp;nbsp; The half that I did see was HILLARIOUS!&amp;nbsp; Steve Carrell and Paul Rudd are both two of my favorite comedic actors.&amp;nbsp; Put them together, and this move was INSANE!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here was my quick set up.&amp;nbsp; I used&amp;nbsp;a lunch box&amp;nbsp;to bring the hole into position to see the little pizza man.&amp;nbsp; Then, I had to strain to get high up on my tippy toes to see down through the hole.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSSg2c87IJI/AAAAAAAACHA/oJdEXogi6fg/s1600/DSC05933-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSSg2c87IJI/AAAAAAAACHA/oJdEXogi6fg/s640/DSC05933-3.jpg" width="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm lucky I that I didn't get hurky, jerky motion blur in the close up shot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok,&amp;nbsp;now it is time to go&amp;nbsp;watch the rest of&amp;nbsp;this crazy movie so that I can return it tonight.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you have an INSANELY HILLARIOUS Happy Day!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-2720800601172342195?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/2720800601172342195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/dinner-movie-with-schmucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/2720800601172342195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/2720800601172342195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/dinner-movie-with-schmucks.html' title='Dinner (&amp; a Movie) for Schmucks'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSSgygcmkVI/AAAAAAAACG4/VyGq0oImS10/s72-c/DSC05928-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-5812874701319690271</id><published>2011-01-03T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T18:52:26.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New 2011 Calender Planning - Posh, no doubt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSKBpxCbJoI/AAAAAAAACFI/JPlssoEaBTY/s1600/books+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSKBpxCbJoI/AAAAAAAACFI/JPlssoEaBTY/s320/books+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is my new new planner for this year.&amp;nbsp; Ever since I was a young girl, I always enjoyed writing out my goals, plans and dreams at the turn of each new year.&amp;nbsp; I make a solemn promise to myself that I am going to carry through with my hope of being the ultimate organizer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lack of organization in my mind and environment has been&amp;nbsp;my perpetual&amp;nbsp;stumbling block.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;would love to be the type that puts their hands on something once and make a&amp;nbsp;snap decision&amp;nbsp;about how best to handle the situation.&amp;nbsp; Then,&amp;nbsp;carry out the process forthwith!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oh, yeah...I would feel so empowered if that could be so.&amp;nbsp; But, 'one and done' is not my Modus Operandi.&amp;nbsp; (Method of Operation, or commonly called&amp;nbsp;M.O. in crime speak)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Alas,&amp;nbsp;'one and done'&amp;nbsp;is but&amp;nbsp;a dream for me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If I handle something too long,&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;brings up&amp;nbsp;'feeeelings'.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Feeeeelings&amp;nbsp;like, "I don't need to get rid of this because,&amp;nbsp;someone gave it to me&amp;nbsp;and I would feeeel bad.&amp;nbsp; Or, I remember how I&amp;nbsp;feeeelt when I purchased it so long ago."&amp;nbsp; I could go on and on about those feeeelings!&amp;nbsp; If you are a Clinger ON-ner, you will know what I mean.&amp;nbsp; Once again, I purchased my NEW YEAR PLANNER in hopes of being perpetually organized instead.&amp;nbsp; Don't you love how fresh &amp;amp; clean&amp;nbsp;a brand new date book is? &amp;nbsp;I do.&amp;nbsp; I love the&amp;nbsp;idea of&amp;nbsp; filling up all the open dates with exciting new experiences.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;FRESH &amp;amp; NEW.&amp;nbsp; Those are my words of promise for 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love the promise of starting the year,&amp;nbsp;FRESH &amp;amp; NEW.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSKBoM7nhKI/AAAAAAAACFE/O9UflAES0G4/s1600/books+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSKBoM7nhKI/AAAAAAAACFE/O9UflAES0G4/s320/books+2.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, here is to a FRESH, new&amp;nbsp;perspective in 2011.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am sure if you follow along with my daily blog adventures, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;you will find out&amp;nbsp;exactly how my new POSH Planner dates get penciled in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-5812874701319690271?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/5812874701319690271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-2011-calender-planning-posh-no.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/5812874701319690271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/5812874701319690271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-2011-calender-planning-posh-no.html' title='New 2011 Calender Planning - Posh, no doubt!'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSKBpxCbJoI/AAAAAAAACFI/JPlssoEaBTY/s72-c/books+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-2689889443255031027</id><published>2011-01-02T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:06:04.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back to my Daily Challenges</title><content type='html'>When I first started to do the daily challenges with my Internet photography group, I was a faithful daily participant.&amp;nbsp; Every morning, I would check to see what&amp;nbsp;the inspiration was for the day.&amp;nbsp; Immediately, my mind would&amp;nbsp;dwell on that.&amp;nbsp; I would work up a concept.&amp;nbsp; Then I&amp;nbsp;made sure that I would&amp;nbsp;accomplish it.&amp;nbsp; I worked as diligently on the challenges as if it were a paying gig.&amp;nbsp; In fact my family would often ask me, "What's the word for today?".&amp;nbsp; They had grown accustomed to my loading up the vehicle and striking out on a search for&amp;nbsp;some inspiration so that I could&amp;nbsp;participate with my&amp;nbsp;photo group.&amp;nbsp; I loved having a reason and purpose for my photography.&amp;nbsp; All of that&amp;nbsp;really helped develop and stretch my creative vision as&amp;nbsp;I was learning new&amp;nbsp;techniques&amp;nbsp;as I went along. &amp;nbsp;All good right?&amp;nbsp; Yeah, all good and very worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After posting to the group, I found myself spending hours upon hours&amp;nbsp;at the computer.&amp;nbsp; I loved every minute of&amp;nbsp; that part just as much.&amp;nbsp; The social media&amp;nbsp;aspect&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;the fun part of being in a photographer's forum.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Meeting new online photo&amp;nbsp;friends &amp;nbsp;fulfilled my interests.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;could&amp;nbsp;always find encouragement in this group and tried to reciprocate by encouraging everyone as well.&amp;nbsp; But, by the time I was done, a huge chunk of my day was&amp;nbsp;gone.&amp;nbsp; Can anyone relate to&amp;nbsp;spending way too much&amp;nbsp;of their day's focus&amp;nbsp;on social media?&amp;nbsp; That's not even a question because&amp;nbsp;I know the answer!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, because of this time killer, I&amp;nbsp;let the housework slide.&amp;nbsp; Ok, I must be fair and admit that I&amp;nbsp;have been known to use&amp;nbsp;ANY form&amp;nbsp;of procrastination to keep from doing dreaded housework!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Aside from the housework problem,&amp;nbsp;too much sitting&amp;nbsp;at the computer causes something else that is not so desirable!&amp;nbsp; uh,huh...!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Needless to say, I knew I had to back off&amp;nbsp;and concentrate on other things including&amp;nbsp;more&amp;nbsp;exercise, please!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I miss&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;online comrades&amp;nbsp;but I need to do what is in my best interest.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this&amp;nbsp;January 2011 morning, I decided that I was going to continue to hold off on participating in the social aspect of the&amp;nbsp;group forum but work on the daily inspirations offered through the group challenge.&amp;nbsp; For today,&amp;nbsp;I saw that&amp;nbsp;the word of&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;day&amp;nbsp;was SCULPTURE.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Terry watched football&amp;nbsp;all day today.&amp;nbsp; Because I try to hang&amp;nbsp;around&amp;nbsp;Papa T.&amp;nbsp;when he is off on the weekends, I did not&amp;nbsp;leave the house today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;thought about my small&amp;nbsp;concrete statue of a lady holding a basket that I purchased a very, very long time ago.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She sits close to my driveway.&amp;nbsp; Beside her, there is a nandina bush.&amp;nbsp; I planted both of them there and that is where&amp;nbsp;they remain.&amp;nbsp; The statue is still small but the nandina is now tall.&amp;nbsp; I always like to&amp;nbsp;take&amp;nbsp;pics of the little red berries that grow in clusters on the nandina bush.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSETp7IAHoI/AAAAAAAACE8/zbcL2gBTYkk/s1600/nandina+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSETp7IAHoI/AAAAAAAACE8/zbcL2gBTYkk/s320/nandina+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSETnlA1LcI/AAAAAAAACE4/R3_XmbhJMzA/s1600/nandina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSETnlA1LcI/AAAAAAAACE4/R3_XmbhJMzA/s320/nandina.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here she is.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSETsSTRceI/AAAAAAAACFA/3P_hGokud_k/s1600/statue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSETsSTRceI/AAAAAAAACFA/3P_hGokud_k/s640/statue.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-2689889443255031027?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/2689889443255031027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/getting-back-to-my-daily-challenges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/2689889443255031027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/2689889443255031027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/getting-back-to-my-daily-challenges.html' title='Getting back to my Daily Challenges'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TSETp7IAHoI/AAAAAAAACE8/zbcL2gBTYkk/s72-c/nandina+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-269863445705517519</id><published>2011-01-01T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:04:09.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, so...Brandilyn just rocked my world!</title><content type='html'>This is sort of a continution to one of my previous posts.&lt;br /&gt;*Refer to &lt;a href="http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/12/me-brandilyn-on-photo-field-trip.html"&gt;http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/12/me-brandilyn-on-photo-field-trip.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, Brandilyn and I went on a photo field trip because she had received a new camera for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I think I am 'miss let me teach you something about taking pics B-ran!'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When&amp;nbsp;I picked her up from her home, we did not have a plan about the&amp;nbsp;WHERE but we&amp;nbsp;had a plan about the&amp;nbsp;WHAT.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In other words, we did not know where we wanted to go but we knew what we wanted to do when we&amp;nbsp;got there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Our intention was to pracitice taking pics with our cameras on what I call a 'photo field trip'.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We jumped on the intersate and headed east.&amp;nbsp; Desination?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Any destination USA.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Actually, as we drove, we decided&amp;nbsp;to visit a local college campus for photo opps.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was the perfect time to go there because&amp;nbsp;school was shut down for the holidays.&amp;nbsp; We pulled into the parking lot and was stopped by the campus police.&amp;nbsp; "Where ya headed?"&amp;nbsp; I told him what we were doing and he gave us permission to park and walk the campus grounds.&amp;nbsp; As we walked about, I showed Brandilyn a tip about changing your perspective to give new interest to a photo.&amp;nbsp; She and I both were doing the 'let's see how a worm sees' trick by getting underneath our subject and shooting up.&amp;nbsp; Here is an example of her two best pics.&amp;nbsp; I'm jealous because when I saw hers, I thought they blew mine out of the water!&amp;nbsp; Ok, so little&amp;nbsp;'miss let me teach you...' (me) got SCHOOLED by her high school aged niece!&amp;nbsp; And, I ain't too&amp;nbsp;proud to say it&amp;nbsp;because I am a very proud Aunt indeed.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR_xb_VKuCI/AAAAAAAACEk/YY_nPzdStKw/s1600/yellow+flower+from+a+worm%2527s+view+point-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR_xb_VKuCI/AAAAAAAACEk/YY_nPzdStKw/s640/yellow+flower+from+a+worm%2527s+view+point-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR_xeQATjeI/AAAAAAAACEo/wGnMGN_FaKM/s1600/DSCN0084-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR_xeQATjeI/AAAAAAAACEo/wGnMGN_FaKM/s640/DSCN0084-3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I referenced a previous post at the top.&amp;nbsp;In that referenced post, I showed an example of an image I captured of Brandilyn shooting up on this oak tree sprout.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Above is her resulting image.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Go B-ran,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR_xinQ-T1I/AAAAAAAACEs/WX-8CFqJ1Mw/s1600/tree+and+a+tree-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR_xinQ-T1I/AAAAAAAACEs/WX-8CFqJ1Mw/s640/tree+and+a+tree-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In my opinion, here is the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pièce de résistance!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bravo, Brandilyn on a wonderful capture.&amp;nbsp; Great eye!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love the tree without and the tree within perspective.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am amazed.....and must admit to&amp;nbsp;feeling&amp;nbsp;properly SCHOOLED!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I didn't even notice this scene but sure glad you did.&amp;nbsp; I think&amp;nbsp;it would make a great wall art piece.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, you did good.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Together, you &amp;amp; your new Nikon&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;s6000 rock!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-269863445705517519?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/269863445705517519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/ok-sobrandilyn-just-rocked-my-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/269863445705517519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/269863445705517519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/ok-sobrandilyn-just-rocked-my-world.html' title='ok, so...Brandilyn just rocked my world!'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR_xb_VKuCI/AAAAAAAACEk/YY_nPzdStKw/s72-c/yellow+flower+from+a+worm%2527s+view+point-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-469300392928202498</id><published>2011-01-01T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:19:18.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve 2011 Slideshow</title><content type='html'>Terry and I had a great time celebrating the New Year at Barbara &amp;amp; Billy's house.&amp;nbsp; Billy&amp;nbsp;cooked up a delicious big pot of Jambalya &amp;amp; White Beans. &amp;nbsp;Barbara had two tables of her special treats laid out, one inside and one outside.&amp;nbsp; Their daughter, Baileigh made&amp;nbsp;brownies that were gobbled in no time flat.&amp;nbsp; We ate, &amp;nbsp;laughed, talked, danced, bourre'd, watched a fireworks show &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;toasted a Happy New Year 2011!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We happened to be the last guests to leave.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We were trying to wear out our welcome, I believe.&amp;nbsp; Nah, we have not seen Barbara and Billy in such a long time and I was enjoying the visit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Barbara brought up some possible summer travel plans.&amp;nbsp; Oh my gosh, don't even get me started!&amp;nbsp; Terry and I loooove talking and dreaming about vacations, past and future!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Poor Billy was sleepy, I just know he was ready to jump in the sack.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We'll have to talk VACA again soon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Barbara and Billy.&amp;nbsp; Thank you so much for your generous&amp;nbsp;hospitality.&amp;nbsp; I created a slideshow of the&amp;nbsp;party revelry.&amp;nbsp; I didn't have my accessory camera&amp;nbsp;flash so I had to use my pop up flash.&amp;nbsp; Bummer...I got some lens hood shadow which I couldn't really fix without cropping into the picture.&amp;nbsp; Then, I got some red eyes that I could fix in lightroom.&amp;nbsp; These images would have been captured better if I had my big flash available.&amp;nbsp; But, all in all, I wouldn't take a million dollars for any one of them.&amp;nbsp; I am&amp;nbsp;so glad that I captured&amp;nbsp;the good time had by everyone.&amp;nbsp; Also, I treasure the group pic captured by Melissa.&amp;nbsp; Thanks to ya, sista photochick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go.&amp;nbsp; I hope you enjoy the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a45354f4467784e6a493d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" height="303" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a45354f4467784e6a493d0d0a.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-469300392928202498?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/469300392928202498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-eve-2011-slideshow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/469300392928202498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/469300392928202498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-eve-2011-slideshow.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve 2011 Slideshow'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-7911831144707286081</id><published>2010-12-31T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T07:14:59.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New PINK-a-TTUDE for 2011!</title><content type='html'>Kayla and I went to The Glass Slipper yesterday.&amp;nbsp; She wanted to go in there to shop around.&amp;nbsp; Oh, that Kayla loves to shop.&amp;nbsp; I used to love to shop.&amp;nbsp; I used to love to prance around in high heels.&amp;nbsp; I used to think that fashion was important above all else!&amp;nbsp; I used to have a PINK-a-TTUDE!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, over the years, my attention (not to mention money!)&amp;nbsp;all went to raising the girls.&amp;nbsp; I put their cuteness way before mine for all these years.&amp;nbsp; So, my cuteness kinda got lost and my PINK-a-TTUDE was replaced with practical MOM-a-TTUDE.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&amp;nbsp; I am beginning to realize that I am not required to be completely absorbed in the MOM-a-TTUDE.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hey, I traded in my big SUV for a smaller spunkier vehicle recently.&amp;nbsp; What else?&amp;nbsp; I have started to find a little bit more freedom because I do not have college tuition to pay anymore.&amp;nbsp; I think there is still a spark of PINK-a-TTUDE in me yet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&amp;nbsp; If you do not have PINK-a-TTUDE before you walk into the Glass Slipper,&amp;nbsp;you must understand that the PINK-a-TTUDE will envelope you before you know it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The Glass Slipper is so chi-chi,&amp;nbsp;girly girl...for real women!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can just imagine Lisa (Beverly Hills Housewives) &amp;amp; Jiggy flittering out of this&lt;br /&gt;oh, so pink corner of the Antique Village of Denham Springs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR5mWCRCqmI/AAAAAAAACD4/VPfxH-9MCWM/s1600/glass+slipper+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR5mWCRCqmI/AAAAAAAACD4/VPfxH-9MCWM/s640/glass+slipper+1.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR5mZlNTbBI/AAAAAAAACD8/OmUSW1_GhGI/s1600/glass+slipper+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR5mZlNTbBI/AAAAAAAACD8/OmUSW1_GhGI/s400/glass+slipper+2.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, I did not have my camera ready.&amp;nbsp; So, I called Mama to see if she would ride with me to town.&amp;nbsp; She agreed.&amp;nbsp; This is what I requested.&amp;nbsp; I asked her if she would take my picture coming out of the boutique, THE GLASS SLIPPER so that I could use it for my final post of the year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR5mcNuIS8I/AAAAAAAACEA/TeMcEOfRX88/s1600/glass+slipper+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR5mcNuIS8I/AAAAAAAACEA/TeMcEOfRX88/s400/glass+slipper+3.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here are some cute little ballet flats that I purchased.&amp;nbsp; I think they have a bit of PINK-a-TTUDE.&amp;nbsp; What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, they are a&amp;nbsp;departure form the utilitarian black leather Clarks or New Balance or whatever name brand that claims to be the most comfortable in the world.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Trust me, I buy anything that promises not to hurt my feet.&amp;nbsp; I even bought some Born shoes from HSN because the lady said that when you put them on your feet, they make you wanna&amp;nbsp;do the "Born Boogie".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR5meMPsHUI/AAAAAAAACEE/_haKs5oGoAk/s1600/my+new+pearls2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR5meMPsHUI/AAAAAAAACEE/_haKs5oGoAk/s640/my+new+pearls2.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This was taken at Mom's house.&amp;nbsp; I went back to her computer room/jewelry &amp;amp; craft room.&amp;nbsp; Under her work light, she was showing me some of her latest work.&amp;nbsp; Look at my new pearl necklace and bracelet set.&amp;nbsp; The neclace is a classic 18" length.&amp;nbsp; I told her that I wanted to purchase a set of her real pearl jewelry.&amp;nbsp; She was like, "Oh no.&amp;nbsp; You are not paying me.&amp;nbsp; Have them.&amp;nbsp; Take what you want!"&amp;nbsp; I absolutely refused.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to be her very first customer.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to be the first one to purchase her custom quality hand-knotted pearls on silk thread.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not shown are the pretty little earring that complete the ensemble.&amp;nbsp; She has already given me a long 32" strand of pearls for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I love them.&amp;nbsp; Kelly (owner of THE GLASS SLIPPER) noticed my lustrous long strand of pearls that I was wearing against my black turtleneck yesterday.&amp;nbsp; She told me to tell Mama to contact her about the possiblility of selling them in her boutique.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She thinks that the brides who visit her store would be interested in a gorgeous classic strand of real hand-knotted&amp;nbsp;pearls.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My mom is very interested in marketing her collection of hand crafted jewelry.&amp;nbsp; Her designs include a variety of gorgeous stones and beads.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My brother was watching the slideshow that I made which&amp;nbsp;showed images of the 4 grandaughters receiving their Granny made special beads for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He said.&amp;nbsp; "Granny Beads!"&amp;nbsp; Mama told me that she had been trying to think of a name for her custom jewelry.&amp;nbsp; When he said, "Granny Beads" it struck her as a catchy name for her jewelry.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love it.&amp;nbsp; I think the name GRANNY BEADS&amp;nbsp;is a perfect name!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Good job Bubba&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think the name &lt;strong&gt;GRANNY BEADS&lt;/strong&gt; is going to stick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You may contact her at &lt;a href="mailto:bjslaton@cox.net"&gt;bjslaton@cox.net&lt;/a&gt; if you would like to have your own GRANNY BEADS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-7911831144707286081?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/7911831144707286081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-pink-ttude-for-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7911831144707286081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7911831144707286081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-pink-ttude-for-2011.html' title='A New PINK-a-TTUDE for 2011!'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR5mWCRCqmI/AAAAAAAACD4/VPfxH-9MCWM/s72-c/glass+slipper+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-4343159994012179973</id><published>2010-12-30T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T22:42:43.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass is Always Greener...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Brandilyn and I went on a photo field trip.&amp;nbsp; When I brought her back to her home, she saw that her parents were&amp;nbsp;away.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Uh, oh...she didn't have her house key.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She called her dad and&amp;nbsp;he told her they would be home soon.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;offered to take her back to my house with me and&amp;nbsp;have her parents&amp;nbsp;pick her up there.&amp;nbsp; Or, I&amp;nbsp;told her that I would prefer to hang out with her and walk around looking for something to photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I downloaded an e-book (&lt;a href="http://craftandvision.com/books/close-to-home/"&gt;http://craftandvision.com/books/close-to-home/&lt;/a&gt;).&amp;nbsp; The premise of the book is to express the author's opinion that you do not have to travel to exotic places to find interesting things to photograph.&amp;nbsp; He writes that someone posed this question, &lt;em&gt;“Everything seems so ‘ordinary’ where I live compared to other people and other places around the world. What can I do to create something original or different; something out of the ordinary?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His writes his&amp;nbsp;response:&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;"Here’s another thing to consider. Other people who live in other places struggle with exactly the same problem: how to make where they live look different or better… or just not ordinary. It’s a variation on “the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.”&amp;nbsp; Right now, there’s an urban New York City dweller who longs to photograph the green, wide-open vistas of the Irish countryside—and an Irish villager who thinks her photography would be so much more interesting if she could only get to New York City. Both of them, however, might just need to look a little closer at the place with which they’re most familiar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR1fRtim_ZI/AAAAAAAACDw/A2og07aFR20/s1600/03+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR1fRtim_ZI/AAAAAAAACDw/A2og07aFR20/s640/03+.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As shot, SOOC (straight out of camera)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The above (sooc) image of a&amp;nbsp;power line&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;very familiar and seemingly very ordinary.&amp;nbsp; Yet,&amp;nbsp;when I&amp;nbsp;think about how our culture and personal livelihood is connected to the power lines, it could be mind boggling.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;From a photographic standpoint, the running lines and repetition to infinity combine to&amp;nbsp;make a strong composition.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The exact same picture below&amp;nbsp;was jazzed up a bit in lightroom.&amp;nbsp; I threw a dash of this and a dash of that preset in and came up with something that I think is a bit more compelling.&amp;nbsp; Actually, the presets that I used came from Matt Koslowki's blog &lt;a href="http://lightroomkillertips.com/"&gt;http://lightroomkillertips.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He offers some of his&amp;nbsp;free preset plug-ins for lightroom&amp;nbsp;on his blog.&amp;nbsp; He is a great teacher.&amp;nbsp; I have much to learn about photo editing.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR1fKMNwwyI/AAAAAAAACDo/U9PTAf2aWSo/s1600/01+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR1fKMNwwyI/AAAAAAAACDo/U9PTAf2aWSo/s640/01+.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Contin﻿uing to look around, I noticed that Brandilyn was zooming in on leaves that were floating on the surface of her pool.&amp;nbsp; I am a copy cat so I went over there to do that too!&amp;nbsp; Then, I noticed&amp;nbsp; the tree on the other side of the pool was being reflected in the water ripples.&amp;nbsp; So, then I got kinda excited.&amp;nbsp; I thought maybe I caught something extraordinary from the ordinary.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR1fOWk5yJI/AAAAAAAACDs/yb-sGDRdFJw/s1600/02+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR1fOWk5yJI/AAAAAAAACDs/yb-sGDRdFJw/s640/02+.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly, I noticed my brother's&amp;nbsp;work boots next to a bag of grass seed.&amp;nbsp; For some reason, I thought there was some kind of demonstration in this image.&amp;nbsp; What compelled me to take this photo?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I could not put my finger on it at the time of the capture.&amp;nbsp; But, I knew there was something that made me stop and take time to take 3 different shots.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What peaked my interest in my brother's work&amp;nbsp;boots&amp;nbsp;set against a backdrop of stark white, plainly marked Bermuda Grass Seed?&amp;nbsp;? ?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It had something to tell me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I realized what it had to say as I was writing&amp;nbsp;this post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR1fXfvjPGI/AAAAAAAACD0/XURKFCXOXXw/s1600/04+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR1fXfvjPGI/AAAAAAAACD0/XURKFCXOXXw/s400/04+.JPG" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Considering the adage&amp;nbsp;that "grass&amp;nbsp;is always&amp;nbsp;greener on the other side of the fence",&amp;nbsp; it looks like my brother&amp;nbsp;plans&amp;nbsp;to grow green grass&amp;nbsp;within &lt;strong&gt;his own backyard&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I think&amp;nbsp;this could very well be&amp;nbsp;a powerful&amp;nbsp;metaphor if you allow.&amp;nbsp; To make the decision to actively &lt;strong&gt;create&lt;/strong&gt; your own&amp;nbsp;greener pasture&amp;nbsp;could be the paradigm shift that changes your outlook in a positive way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Do you&amp;nbsp;remember&amp;nbsp;the good old hymn, "Count Your Many Blessings"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let the&amp;nbsp;chorus roll around in your head until it sinks down into your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then, you will appreciate the 'Green, Green Grass of Home'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Count&amp;nbsp;your many blessings,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Name them one by one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Count your many blessings,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See&amp;nbsp;what God has done.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-4343159994012179973?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/4343159994012179973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/12/grass-is-always-greener.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/4343159994012179973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/4343159994012179973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/12/grass-is-always-greener.html' title='Grass is Always Greener...'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TR1fRtim_ZI/AAAAAAAACDw/A2og07aFR20/s72-c/03+.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-4287050692639887738</id><published>2010-12-29T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T19:08:02.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; Brandilyn on a Photo Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvf9nHuKxI/AAAAAAAACCU/epRosdGUmDE/s1600/DSC_0002-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvf9nHuKxI/AAAAAAAACCU/epRosdGUmDE/s640/DSC_0002-1.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvgBAX88xI/AAAAAAAACCY/bZCjkZaijmw/s1600/DSC_0005-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvgBAX88xI/AAAAAAAACCY/bZCjkZaijmw/s640/DSC_0005-2.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvyCB-6-SI/AAAAAAAACDU/oCBbY5xIrtc/s1600/DSC_0017-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvyCB-6-SI/AAAAAAAACDU/oCBbY5xIrtc/s640/DSC_0017-4.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvyOZ0clDI/AAAAAAAACDc/MTKOBauGIWU/s1600/DSC_0021-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvyOZ0clDI/AAAAAAAACDc/MTKOBauGIWU/s640/DSC_0021-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvgFoC8YpI/AAAAAAAACCc/z6ry4COCSRg/s1600/DSC_0010-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvgFoC8YpI/AAAAAAAACCc/z6ry4COCSRg/s640/DSC_0010-3.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I saw this Episcopalian Church, I had to stop to appreciate it's charm.&amp;nbsp; The signage in the front garden said&amp;nbsp;that the first service was held in March, 1876.&amp;nbsp; It is&amp;nbsp;immaculately pristine.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This beauty has, no doubt, stood through&amp;nbsp;many trials and tribulations, changes of seasons, and changes of time/times.&amp;nbsp; I can say one thing for sure, it&amp;nbsp;has certainly aged gracefully.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I told Brandilyn to grab her camera and put it in Landscape mode for a gorgeous shot of this church.&amp;nbsp; Her parents gave her a Nikon point and shoot for Christmas so we were in search of great photo opps on this day.&amp;nbsp; I am anxious to see what she captured.&amp;nbsp; While we were in the front lawn of the church, two ladies stepped out of the church office to say their good-byes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One of the ladies went along on her way and the other asked us if we would like to come in for a quick tour of the sanctuary.&amp;nbsp; I was utterly astounded by the beauty of the stained glass on all four sides.&amp;nbsp; The church is small but excellent.&amp;nbsp; I appreciate the nice lady who graciously extended her welcome for us to admire her church.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvgP6yVJxI/AAAAAAAACCo/9us1hPI7UF4/s1600/DSC_0026-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvgP6yVJxI/AAAAAAAACCo/9us1hPI7UF4/s400/DSC_0026-6.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvgU_BQn6I/AAAAAAAACCw/fUs2vpDPc3o/s1600/DSC_0037-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvgU_BQn6I/AAAAAAAACCw/fUs2vpDPc3o/s400/DSC_0037-8.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After we left the church, we found another location that we wanted to explore.&amp;nbsp; I told Brandilyn that our assignment was to try to imagine the view point of a worm.&amp;nbsp;This was a tip that Bryan Peterson teaches alot.&amp;nbsp; I had just read that tip in fact in his book about Seeing Creatively.&amp;nbsp; I snapped the two pictures&amp;nbsp;above.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure they are from a worm's vantage point. Obviously, the tiny yellow flowers are low to the earth, just as this little rusty bolt that was on a utility pole next to the curb.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvg02xL8bI/AAAAAAAACDM/0CZdXY8U6jM/s1600/DSC_0085-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvg02xL8bI/AAAAAAAACDM/0CZdXY8U6jM/s200/DSC_0085-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandilyn is pictured with her camera as low to the ground as possible.&amp;nbsp; Or, I should say, as low to the stump root as possible.&amp;nbsp; She is trying to capture the image shooting up on the little oak sprout.&amp;nbsp; I saw it in her view finder and it looked amazing.&amp;nbsp; The little sprout looked like a gigantor sprout.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;nbsp;appeared singularly tall and imposing set against a blue, blue sky.&amp;nbsp; Great idea B-Ran!&amp;nbsp; Hey, keep your camera battery good and charged up.&amp;nbsp; Keep experimenting and looking for ways to See Creatively.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thanks for wanting to hop along on my photo field trips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvyu6noQNI/AAAAAAAACDg/Aa7tkS_ye30/s1600/DSC_0048-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvyu6noQNI/AAAAAAAACDg/Aa7tkS_ye30/s640/DSC_0048-11.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvyxw_SpTI/AAAAAAAACDk/0MbKWzcOZzI/s1600/DSC_0059-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvyxw_SpTI/AAAAAAAACDk/0MbKWzcOZzI/s400/DSC_0059-12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvgtKnj31I/AAAAAAAACDE/FlJffScLP3c/s1600/DSC_0063-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvgtKnj31I/AAAAAAAACDE/FlJffScLP3c/s640/DSC_0063-13.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Excuse me Brandilyn, you look so OC!!!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvg4QRutkI/AAAAAAAACDQ/DqehhX8-F6U/s1600/DSC_0103-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvg4QRutkI/AAAAAAAACDQ/DqehhX8-F6U/s640/DSC_0103-15.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And, this is me.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I brought Brandilyn home, her little dog named Maggie was in her kennel waiting for someone to come home and set her free.&amp;nbsp; When&amp;nbsp;she was&amp;nbsp;let out, she&amp;nbsp;came running in&amp;nbsp;a flying, feathery&amp;nbsp;fur&amp;nbsp;bundle of&amp;nbsp; fluffy friendliness!&amp;nbsp; Maggie is a beauty and sweet, sweet, sweet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, yeah, check out my new wheels.&amp;nbsp; We traded in my big 13mpg Lincoln Navigator for a Kia Sportage.&amp;nbsp; It makes me feel young and spunky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-4287050692639887738?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/4287050692639887738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/12/me-brandilyn-on-photo-field-trip.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/4287050692639887738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/4287050692639887738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/12/me-brandilyn-on-photo-field-trip.html' title='Me &amp; Brandilyn on a Photo Field Trip'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRvf9nHuKxI/AAAAAAAACCU/epRosdGUmDE/s72-c/DSC_0002-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-899106764021341478</id><published>2010-12-28T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T00:36:06.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks for New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRqDYU7f2XI/AAAAAAAACCI/E3uT6tK3CT8/s1600/DSC_0011-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRqDYU7f2XI/AAAAAAAACCI/E3uT6tK3CT8/s640/DSC_0011-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am purchasing Black Cat Fireworks for our New Year's Eve get together at Barbara &amp;amp; Billy's house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Terry and I are&amp;nbsp;looking forward to rocking in the New Year 2011 at their home.&amp;nbsp; I think Barbara said that Billy is making a Jambalaya.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yummm, his&amp;nbsp;jambalaya will "make ya slap ya mama!"&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Knowing Barbara,&amp;nbsp; she will probably come up with her own special goodies to share.&amp;nbsp; I must admit, I do not really have a specialty.&amp;nbsp; Me?&amp;nbsp; I'll probably just bring something that comes in a bag or a jar.&amp;nbsp; I know, I know,&amp;nbsp;not much to get excited about, right?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I must admit, I&amp;nbsp;have never gotten real excited about cooking and cleaning.&amp;nbsp; Poor Terry!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Why the heck am I talking about cooking/cleaning?!...yucky, who cares?...not me!&amp;nbsp; So, back to the party ideas...Yeah!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Barbara&amp;nbsp;asked me to bring fireworks, chairs, and change for Card Games.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am pretty sure we will be playing Bourre'.&amp;nbsp; Bourre'?&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I looked up the spelling.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;have always spelled it Booray because that is how it sounds.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Before posting, I decided to&amp;nbsp;google Booray card game.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Here is the Wikipedia definition.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wikipedia:&amp;nbsp; "Bourré (also commonly known as Bouré and Boo-Ray) is a trick-taking gambling card game primarily played in the Acadiana region of Louisiana in the United States of America. The game's closest relatives are probably Spades and Euchre; like many regional games, Bourré sports a large number of variant rules for both gameplay and betting considerations."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"...large number of variant rules?"&amp;nbsp; umm, Ya think?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I imagine that the cajuns&amp;nbsp;probably made up the 'large number of variant rules' as&amp;nbsp;the game&amp;nbsp;went along with their hand of cards.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I imagine whoever&amp;nbsp;was most&amp;nbsp;persuasive made up the rules.&amp;nbsp; It is a fun, easy game that a whole table of people can play.&amp;nbsp; The more the merrier.&amp;nbsp; I will make sure to bring a pot of change.&amp;nbsp; Terry said we are gonna lose because we are not brushed up on our ...(ahem)...&lt;strong&gt;BOURRE'&lt;/strong&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRqDeYVqHKI/AAAAAAAACCM/X6NWWdK9zX4/s1600/DSC_0004-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRqDeYVqHKI/AAAAAAAACCM/X6NWWdK9zX4/s640/DSC_0004-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ROCKET WORKS... actually, the rest of the sign reads...RED ROCKET FIREWORKS.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is the fireworks stand I chose to stop at.&amp;nbsp; Every year, I assume that the church gets profits from the sale of the fireworks.&amp;nbsp; I asked the lady clerk and she said they were independent.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Shucks.&amp;nbsp; I was hoping to benefit the church.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRqDhzMfNnI/AAAAAAAACCQ/Q35Unhx5eI4/s1600/DSC_0014-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRqDhzMfNnI/AAAAAAAACCQ/Q35Unhx5eI4/s640/DSC_0014-3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They had a good selection of big exploding rockets that make huge midnight display.&amp;nbsp; I could not decide which one to choose so I went cheap and bought&amp;nbsp;3 boxes of&amp;nbsp;BLACK CAT that&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;just been&amp;nbsp;reduced.&amp;nbsp; I will probably send Terry to pick out something that he would like.&amp;nbsp; He is all about fireworks.&amp;nbsp; Usually, I tell him it is a waste of money and discourage him from shelling out for something so temporary.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Although, my&amp;nbsp;recollection takes me back to one year&amp;nbsp;specifically.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I have to smile to myself when I think how Terry, my daddy and brother purchased some fireworks.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Like proud little boys, they&amp;nbsp;called for &amp;nbsp;me, Mama and Tracy to come out to see their light show.&amp;nbsp; We, three made exagerated 'oooooohs' &amp;amp; 'ahhhhhhhhs'&amp;nbsp; in time to the exploding fireworks!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When the last one went up, we heard the boom then saw the huge sparkly trails sprinkle down and fizzle into the black midnight sky.&amp;nbsp; All went quiet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was over...wa, wa, wah...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In unison, the guys&amp;nbsp;looked at each other as if to say, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"&amp;nbsp; Like bandits,&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;jumped&amp;nbsp;back into the&amp;nbsp;truck &amp;amp; stomped on the gas.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Us girls were left to watch the glowing streak of tailights as they&amp;nbsp;sped out of&amp;nbsp;the driveway &amp;amp; down the road.&amp;nbsp; We knew exactly what they were up to.&amp;nbsp; They were going to get more fireworks.&amp;nbsp; When they came back, they promised an even&amp;nbsp;bigger boom&amp;nbsp;this time!&amp;nbsp; hah...men are funny!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Knowing that he has my blessing, I am sure&amp;nbsp;Papa T.&amp;nbsp;will gladly trot right up there and throw down some of his hard earned cash on&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;loud and explosive&amp;nbsp;to contribute to the finale light show.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, Cheers Everybody!&amp;nbsp; Let's Ring in 2011 with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"oooooooohs &amp;amp; ahhhhhhhhhhs" !&amp;nbsp;! !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-899106764021341478?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/899106764021341478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/12/black-cat-for-new-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/899106764021341478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/899106764021341478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/12/black-cat-for-new-years.html' title='Fireworks for New Years Eve'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TRqDYU7f2XI/AAAAAAAACCI/E3uT6tK3CT8/s72-c/DSC_0011-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-8546869868113963357</id><published>2010-12-25T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T19:55:24.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve 2010 &amp; Sibley Family Dinner slideshows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TReEsA5k9DI/AAAAAAAACCA/FUCAKh3EIqM/s1600/gifts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TReEsA5k9DI/AAAAAAAACCA/FUCAKh3EIqM/s640/gifts.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TReEuurHtXI/AAAAAAAACCE/qutBcxy1bDQ/s1600/jingle+bells.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TReEuurHtXI/AAAAAAAACCE/qutBcxy1bDQ/s640/jingle+bells.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a very nice Christmas Eve at my brother and sister-in-law's home. She cooked a delicious gumbo. We enjoy very casual family get togethers. No fancy formal dining experiences for us. We live close together and are blessed to visit with each other often. Our type of down home country Christmas Eve means eating good food, laughing &amp;amp; relaxing in a comfortable atmosphere without pretense. Nope, fancy and formal is not in our repertoire. "Repertoire?" You might ask, "Repertoire? ... Really? ... Is that what you really meant to say?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sigh). Yes, I know repertoire means a collection of theatrical performances. Our family does not PRETEND to be anything other than who we really are. So, I thought repertoire in this context was the word to use. We do not have to ACT like we like each other. We ACTually LOVE each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After explaining about our lack of acting skills, I think the slideshow will represent what I'm talking about. We do join hands in a family circle to say grace. On this night, after the prayer, Mama grabbed her camera and got in the middle of the circle so that she could get the reinactment. A bit of cheezy acting is what she captured. Those pics made the slideshow, cheese and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a45334d5459314d44593d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" height="303" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a45334d5459314d44593d0d0a.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;The following slideshow is of Terry's family side.&amp;nbsp; We did something a bit different this year.&amp;nbsp; Our Sherrie &amp;amp; Caleb arrived from out of town a week prior to Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; PawPaw invited the entire family to a very nice dinner at Lagniappe Restaurant.&amp;nbsp; He and MawMaw were very gracious to extend the invitation to include the boyfriends/girlfriends of their grandchildren.&amp;nbsp; The food was excellent.&amp;nbsp; Everyone enjoyed each other's company and dining experience.&amp;nbsp; Afterward, no one had to do dishes.&amp;nbsp; How fantastic is that?!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a45334d7a6b784d6a513d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" height="303" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a45334d7a6b784d6a513d0d0a.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; 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Sibley Family Dinner slideshows'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TReEsA5k9DI/AAAAAAAACCA/FUCAKh3EIqM/s72-c/gifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-2175820515859229034</id><published>2010-12-20T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T09:16:43.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting the stage for the Annual Christmas Dance Party 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQ9vTa2obwI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Fwlosq7NrFo/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQ9vTa2obwI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Fwlosq7NrFo/s640/1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sounds for Celebrations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQ9vs8upz-I/AAAAAAAACBo/RIeJJuXFLCc/s1600/2.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQ9vs8upz-I/AAAAAAAACBo/RIeJJuXFLCc/s640/2.1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nelson &amp;amp; Julie talking about something with Curtis and Todd in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQ9vc5POfbI/AAAAAAAACBc/5ukFOM9WUqU/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQ9vc5POfbI/AAAAAAAACBc/5ukFOM9WUqU/s400/4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It has been about 22 years, I think. I know it has been over 20 years and still going. My brother-in-law has always had a love for music. He also loves to entertain because he truly enjoys seeing people having a good time. Nelson began collecting&amp;nbsp; music and dj equipment over the years as a hobbiest.&amp;nbsp; Eventually, he began a very in demand dj business for years called Sounds for Celebrations.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He has chosen to rest his dj busisness for a while.&amp;nbsp; At this time, Nelson is no longer operating as a commissioned dj.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Although, every December, he sets up all of his equipment and together&amp;nbsp;,with a few other guys, rent a hall for the big shindig of the year!&amp;nbsp; There is&amp;nbsp;an open invitation&amp;nbsp;to friends and family to come to this&amp;nbsp;standing room only hoppin' dance party. It is known as the 'Christmas Party'. Actually, it is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; THE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Christmas Party&lt;/u&gt; of our town. We can bump into someone in July, and the first thing they ask is, "Will&amp;nbsp;we see you at the Christmas Party this year?" That's the truth y'all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQ92vHHqCqI/AAAAAAAACBs/6n-q3WL2Lkw/s1600/Todd+and+group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQ92vHHqCqI/AAAAAAAACBs/6n-q3WL2Lkw/s640/Todd+and+group.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A Few of the Faithful Original Gang!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Toni said that she and Todd will be talking about the 2011 Christmas Party beginning the following Monday. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;For the first time ever,&amp;nbsp;I decided that I wanted to try to capture a few scenes from the 2010 party.&amp;nbsp; Terry and I arrived extra early to secure a table.&amp;nbsp; I had my camera around my neck and began snapping off a few shots of the party hall before the people began to arrive. Then, my camera konked out on me. Man, I was frustrated.&amp;nbsp; I was only able to get a few shots of&amp;nbsp;the dj stand and&amp;nbsp;trusty ole buddies Todd, Randy, Toni, Curtis, Terry and of course Nelson &amp;amp; Julie. Another annual tradition is for&amp;nbsp;our friend Don to cook up&amp;nbsp;his big pot of gumbo. We missed Don this year because he was working out of town. So, Sadie (Christmas party regular) came through for us and&amp;nbsp;asked her&amp;nbsp;friend to cook a very delicious big pot of gumbo to share. Thanks to everyone who made this party so much fun and free for so many people to enjoy. You are all good hearted, generous friends and we love you dearly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Merry Christmas to you all&amp;nbsp;and have a very Blessed New Year in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for the first time in a long time, my cousin Barbara, Billy, Bailey&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;her date&amp;nbsp;came out to party with us.&amp;nbsp; Barbara, we are are so happy that you all came this year!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; We had a blast with y'all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQ92xq745dI/AAAAAAAACBw/lEjVDT8sTwE/s1600/Terry+talking+to+Santa.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQ92xq745dI/AAAAAAAACBw/lEjVDT8sTwE/s640/Terry+talking+to+Santa.1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wonder what Terry is whispering in Santa's ear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-2175820515859229034?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/2175820515859229034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/12/annual-christmas-dance-party-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/2175820515859229034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/2175820515859229034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/12/annual-christmas-dance-party-2010.html' title='Setting the stage for the Annual Christmas Dance Party 2010'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQ9vTa2obwI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Fwlosq7NrFo/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-2190254478823524021</id><published>2010-12-13T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T05:06:01.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slaton Christmas Get Together 2010</title><content type='html'>I created a YouTube slideshow of our family Christmas Get Together.  Chris and Aunt Marguerite hosted the party.  Thank you both for opening your home for us.  Everyone had such a great time.  We had plenty of food and ate till we popped.  That's the tradition.  Another tradition for our family is to circle around, hand in hand to express our prayerful thanks to One who made us &amp; acknowledge the Reason for the Season.  This is a moment to treasure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much love shared in the bond of the family circle.  It is a beautiful thing. I enjoyed looking around face to face.  As I do, I remember snapshots in my mind's eye of my childhood.  I remember that once upon a time, we would gather at our MawMaw Lena's tiny little home.  We were elbow to elbow or shoulder to shoulder.  But, with our most gracious, loving and gentle MawMaw Lena, there was always room at the Inn.  She loved for us to gather at her house.  Back in those precious days gone by, her little house rocked with love and laughter.  As it did last night.  Over the years, our families have not continued to visit regularly like we used to.  Yet, we know that there is unconditional, undeniable and  unbreakable unity when we show love for one another.  Family, a wonderful place to be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZiFisjVjaM4?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZiFisjVjaM4?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-2190254478823524021?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/2190254478823524021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/12/slaton-christmas-get-together-2010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/2190254478823524021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/2190254478823524021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/12/slaton-christmas-get-together-2010.html' title='Slaton Christmas Get Together 2010'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-6068199711738834827</id><published>2010-12-09T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:17:52.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to Ponchatoula and back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQHSpfHRyHI/AAAAAAAACBM/vwb31zjDV44/s1600/DSC_0405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQHSpfHRyHI/AAAAAAAACBM/vwb31zjDV44/s640/DSC_0405.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mama has learned to string pearls!&amp;nbsp; She made some beautiful pearl necklaces.&amp;nbsp; Then, she strung every bead she could find and was chompin' at the bit for more.&amp;nbsp; Aunt Clara Faye turned her on to a place in Ponchatoula called the Turquoise Coyote.&amp;nbsp; This is a bead store.&amp;nbsp; I'm talkin' wall to wall beads of every size and variety can be found there.&amp;nbsp; So, Mama needed to go buy some pearls today.&amp;nbsp; She picked me up then picked up Aunt Clara Faye and off we go...to Ponchatoula.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQHILJxfE5I/AAAAAAAACA4/LnNNjJq70H0/s1600/DSC_0408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQHILJxfE5I/AAAAAAAACA4/LnNNjJq70H0/s640/DSC_0408.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On our way, Mama is driving with one hand and talking with the other.&amp;nbsp; Her little drop pearl earring (which she handcrafted) is swinging in time with her talking.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The little red heart that hangs from the rear view mirror is swinging in time with her driving.&amp;nbsp; I am so observant.&amp;nbsp; heehee.&amp;nbsp; I sit in the back seat and listen and practice my manual camera exposures.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They can hear me clicking away&amp;nbsp;but ignore me because they are used to me and the ever lovin' camera stuck to my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQHINxib9kI/AAAAAAAACA8/Xy2KpU-N_xE/s1600/DSC_0415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQHINxib9kI/AAAAAAAACA8/Xy2KpU-N_xE/s640/DSC_0415.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, this is the 'on the way back' picture.&amp;nbsp; Aunt Clara Faye wears out her little paper sack that holds her new beads.&amp;nbsp; She can't help but pull out her new lapis beads to admire them.&amp;nbsp; Then, she puts them back in the paper sack and rolls the&amp;nbsp;top back over.&amp;nbsp; ooops....here comes the unroll..out with the beads again.&amp;nbsp; I am sure she is imagining the beautiful strand these will make.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Personally, I love the idea of crafting more than the crafting.&amp;nbsp; The potential, the potential...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQHIQMABzcI/AAAAAAAACBA/RNAVxcELmjc/s1600/DSC_0416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQHIQMABzcI/AAAAAAAACBA/RNAVxcELmjc/s640/DSC_0416.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look -a- there.&amp;nbsp; She loves those new beads.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQHISPuDSSI/AAAAAAAACBE/hyaiVXRZWb4/s1600/DSC_0418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQHISPuDSSI/AAAAAAAACBE/hyaiVXRZWb4/s640/DSC_0418.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She even admires the new style of clasps that she purchased today also.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQHIUTarVtI/AAAAAAAACBI/J_kk1QhATR0/s1600/DSC_0420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQHIUTarVtI/AAAAAAAACBI/J_kk1QhATR0/s640/DSC_0420.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For some reason, I am captivated by that little red heart.&amp;nbsp; It's still &amp;nbsp;justa swingin'.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Trust me, the conversation is still going on in the front seat, all the way there and all the way back.&amp;nbsp; I am reminded of when I was a little kid riding in the backseat of&amp;nbsp;Mama's car.&amp;nbsp; I guess I will always be my Mama's little kid at heart.&amp;nbsp; ...watchin' and listenin'...and swingin'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ﻿﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-6068199711738834827?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/6068199711738834827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-ponchatoula-and-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/6068199711738834827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/6068199711738834827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-ponchatoula-and-back.html' title='to Ponchatoula and back'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TQHSpfHRyHI/AAAAAAAACBM/vwb31zjDV44/s72-c/DSC_0405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-1920149087320998040</id><published>2010-12-01T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T09:50:37.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I started a new blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I began this blog as a way to document my daily thoughts, inspirations and photography field days and challenges.&amp;nbsp; From the original beginning of the blog, my photography has progressed for me in unexpected ways.&amp;nbsp; Nowadays, I have been posting more photo sessions than ever. So, I decided that I needed a home specifically for my portrait and wedding images.&amp;nbsp; I will continue to use this as my personal blog journal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still learning how to use WordPress so I will continue to post as I learn HTML.&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;link to my new site is &lt;a href="http://michellesibley.com/blog/"&gt;http://michellesibley.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Check it out but remember to come back often because&amp;nbsp;it is a work in progress.&amp;nbsp; I am still trying to get it all snazzy, jazzy and presentable, just the way I like it.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and if you see any misspelled words or anything that looks off to you, please drop me a comment.&amp;nbsp; I would appeciate the tips.&amp;nbsp; It is hard to proof your own stuff, ya know.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;For today, I will share a few doozies that I took of myself using the camera's self timer on a tripod.&amp;nbsp; My motivation for the self portraits was the need for a bio pic in my new blog.&amp;nbsp; Here you go.&amp;nbsp; Don't laugh too hard.&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TPbcDb0OqkI/AAAAAAAACAg/E8oobQ1bYc8/s1600/01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TPbcDb0OqkI/AAAAAAAACAg/E8oobQ1bYc8/s400/01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, a bit off...went back to pick the tripod up a bit...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TPbcUXFtvZI/AAAAAAAACAk/Chb6K4grixc/s1600/02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TPbcUXFtvZI/AAAAAAAACAk/Chb6K4grixc/s400/02.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;getting closer &amp;nbsp;but...I Scalped my forehead...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ ﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TPbcmLM5Y9I/AAAAAAAACAo/oXaGU-n56Vg/s1600/03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TPbcmLM5Y9I/AAAAAAAACAo/oXaGU-n56Vg/s400/03.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hellow, out of focus...went back and set the focus point...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TPbdHW8ftSI/AAAAAAAACAs/XWMnfNZstlM/s1600/05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TPbdHW8ftSI/AAAAAAAACAs/XWMnfNZstlM/s640/05.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch yaself...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Show me whatcha workin' with!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TPbfwaYeqBI/AAAAAAAACAw/NBTUR2bX1Fw/s1600/me+retouched+in+picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TPbfwaYeqBI/AAAAAAAACAw/NBTUR2bX1Fw/s400/me+retouched+in+picnik.jpg" width="343" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a bit of retouch, this one made the cut for my bio pic.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ ﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-1920149087320998040?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/1920149087320998040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-started-new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/1920149087320998040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/1920149087320998040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-started-new-blog.html' title='I started a new blog...'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TPbcDb0OqkI/AAAAAAAACAg/E8oobQ1bYc8/s72-c/01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-6142747542842035144</id><published>2010-11-21T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T16:48:22.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicia &amp; Austin - Engagement Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TOo0WmgRUKI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/zbN3vIV8f-s/s1600/3.0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TOo0WmgRUKI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/zbN3vIV8f-s/s640/3.0.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Felicia and Austin's wedding is in only 2 weeks! I am super excited and honored to have the opportunity to photograph their upcoming wedding. Today, we went downtown and I followed them around and captured all their gorgousness! I absolutely think they are so charming. Felicia is a spunky, funky modern chick. I knew Austin when he was in high school.&amp;nbsp; I always thought he was such a good lookin' guy.&amp;nbsp; Well, he is still a good lookin' guy.&amp;nbsp; And, oh my gosh, Austin cracks me up. &amp;nbsp;He really, really did not feel like doing a photo shoot.&amp;nbsp; Skipping around and&amp;nbsp;having his picture taken is not his cup of tea.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When I called Felicia to set the date and time, I am sure that Austin would have put it off if at all possible.&amp;nbsp; But, luckily my timing was good and I called during the football game.&amp;nbsp; I suggested a time and I heard Felicia ask Austin if it was ok for him.&amp;nbsp; He said, 'yeah, whatever Felicia'..while glued to the game....So, there!&amp;nbsp; He agreed.&amp;nbsp; Book'em Dano!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TO2tZy_DUuI/AAAAAAAACAE/MkVDIHfoxNY/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TO2tZy_DUuI/AAAAAAAACAE/MkVDIHfoxNY/s640/13.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did Felicia's bridal shoot a&amp;nbsp;few weeks ago&amp;nbsp;which turned out so beautifully.&amp;nbsp; I will be sure to post those after the wedding.&amp;nbsp; For today, I picked up the couple from their wonderful new home and we headed to BR.&amp;nbsp; I told Austin it was &lt;u&gt;his&lt;/u&gt; day.&amp;nbsp; It was all about Austin.&amp;nbsp; wink.wink...&amp;nbsp; He was probably grumbling inside and thinking, 'yeah, if it was Austin day, he would be doing something funNER'.&amp;nbsp; He cracks me up.&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp;picks on Felicia and mimics the way&amp;nbsp;she laughs which only makes her laugh some more. Those two keep a constant banter going. They remind me of Edith and Archie Bunker.&amp;nbsp; But neither Archie nor Austin can fool me...&amp;nbsp;I know both guys&amp;nbsp;are true softies on the inside.&amp;nbsp; Archie loves Edith&amp;nbsp;and Austin loves Felicia.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wanted to end that sentence with a tiny little heart instead of a period.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;:)&amp;nbsp; They are an adorable couple. I am going to&amp;nbsp;enjoy capturing their wedding day. Yay!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&amp;nbsp; Felicia said that Austin loves his PawPaw recliner and PawPaw slippers.&amp;nbsp; True Archie style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out their slideshow. It turned out way cool!&amp;nbsp; By the way, Austin had fun in the end.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a417a4d6a59784f54453d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" height="303" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a417a4d6a59784f54453d0d0a.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TO2x8OWGBsI/AAAAAAAACAI/COwWvK5au3E/s1600/DSC_0045_DxO+fave_raw.0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TO2x8OWGBsI/AAAAAAAACAI/COwWvK5au3E/s640/DSC_0045_DxO+fave_raw.0.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the lookout Tower of the State Capital Building overlooking Baton Rouge and the Mississippie River. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TO2qvtvei7I/AAAAAAAAB_8/3arjkbXiSOM/s1600/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TO2qvtvei7I/AAAAAAAAB_8/3arjkbXiSOM/s640/14.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TOo0jpgTqsI/AAAAAAAAB_g/SyVZa-vhpj8/s1600/DSC_0082_DxO+fave+w+vivid_raw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TOo0jpgTqsI/AAAAAAAAB_g/SyVZa-vhpj8/s640/DSC_0082_DxO+fave+w+vivid_raw.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Felicia and Austin are going to a resort in Breckenridge for their Honeymoon!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When we walked down the steps of&amp;nbsp;our State Capital Building, Felicia was noticing how all the state names are engraved on them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had noticed&amp;nbsp;Colorado earlier and knew that I wanted to capture something like this.&amp;nbsp; I love it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TOo0qVJ65TI/AAAAAAAAB_k/WWwScD2HODE/s1600/DSC_0226_DxO+fave+w+vivid_raw.0.0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TOo0qVJ65TI/AAAAAAAAB_k/WWwScD2HODE/s640/DSC_0226_DxO+fave+w+vivid_raw.0.0.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, everybody say it with me...Rarrrr!!!&amp;nbsp; Gorgeous!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Look how that sunlight outlines her hair and body.&amp;nbsp; Amazing!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TO2qpvn88GI/AAAAAAAAB_0/RIW07Z3yQvE/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TO2qpvn88GI/AAAAAAAAB_0/RIW07Z3yQvE/s640/12.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TOo0wb2YAhI/AAAAAAAAB_o/jczzS42uTQw/s1600/DSC_0234_DxO+fave+w+vivid_raw.0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TOo0wb2YAhI/AAAAAAAAB_o/jczzS42uTQw/s640/DSC_0234_DxO+fave+w+vivid_raw.0.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Austin, you got it man...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;IN SPADES!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TO2qlD77bGI/AAAAAAAAB_w/t9GXam9ImRY/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TO2qlD77bGI/AAAAAAAAB_w/t9GXam9ImRY/s640/11.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TOo01qTE3nI/AAAAAAAAB_s/UxgZ5TrzA_0/s1600/DSC_0262_DxO+fave+w+vivid_raw.0.0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TOo01qTE3nI/AAAAAAAAB_s/UxgZ5TrzA_0/s640/DSC_0262_DxO+fave+w+vivid_raw.0.0.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What can I say?&amp;nbsp; When I saw this huge pillar under the porch, I knew I had my black and white.&amp;nbsp; I asked Austin to take a seat and lean against the post.&amp;nbsp; Then, I showed Felicia what I wanted her to do.&amp;nbsp; She fell into it perfectly.&amp;nbsp; Perfection.&amp;nbsp; That 's the word.&amp;nbsp; I thinik this is quiet Perfection.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-6142747542842035144?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/6142747542842035144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/11/felicia-austin-engagement-session.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/6142747542842035144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/6142747542842035144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/11/felicia-austin-engagement-session.html' title='Felicia &amp; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNdXzrhpKTI/AAAAAAAAB-4/UGqs4kzurzc/s1600/DSC_9344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNdXzrhpKTI/AAAAAAAAB-4/UGqs4kzurzc/s640/DSC_9344.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Trevor and Kayla were in front of Terry and I.&amp;nbsp; We were traveling to the semi-annual Jewelry Show in New Orleans.&amp;nbsp; Trevor found his tire low of air this morning.&amp;nbsp; He used our compressor to fill it back up before we left.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Everything looked copacetic until we saw Emergency Flashers!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I called them, "What's up?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Flat Tire.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That's what's up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNdX-MD0gMI/AAAAAAAAB-8/EPpK6d_OkJI/s1600/DSC_9351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNdX-MD0gMI/AAAAAAAAB-8/EPpK6d_OkJI/s640/DSC_9351.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;A two lane Insterstate Bridge &amp;nbsp;is NO place to be at a time like this.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Pretty scary stuff there, huh&amp;nbsp;Trevor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNdYCS79-6I/AAAAAAAAB_A/9XmKGiXF404/s1600/DSC_9354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNdYCS79-6I/AAAAAAAAB_A/9XmKGiXF404/s640/DSC_9354.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Terry&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Kayla are watching&amp;nbsp;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;oncoming traffic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Oncoming at 70-80 mph, that is.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNdYHV3zaTI/AAAAAAAAB_E/MK4QyUx2fzE/s1600/DSC_9358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNdYHV3zaTI/AAAAAAAAB_E/MK4QyUx2fzE/s640/DSC_9358.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;He just broke the lugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNdYNh2mxqI/AAAAAAAAB_I/icFkVj-i0Tk/s1600/DSC_9360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNdYNh2mxqI/AAAAAAAAB_I/icFkVj-i0Tk/s640/DSC_9360.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Kayla gives&amp;nbsp;Trevor a hand putting on&amp;nbsp;the donut spare tire.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Two heads and four hands&amp;nbsp;are better than one sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNdYR6oixZI/AAAAAAAAB_M/sYQB7D37HSE/s1600/DSC_9364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNdYR6oixZI/AAAAAAAAB_M/sYQB7D37HSE/s640/DSC_9364.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Go, Kayla, Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Lower that Jack and throw it in the trunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNdccMwiJEI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/vjvzPlpOQYg/s1600/DSC_9366+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNdccMwiJEI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/vjvzPlpOQYg/s640/DSC_9366+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Let's&amp;nbsp;get off this rumbling Interstate Bridge, PRONTO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Once again,&amp;nbsp;We are On the Road to Market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-574050399608550161?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/574050399608550161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/11/wop-wop-wop-went-flat-tire-on-scary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/574050399608550161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/574050399608550161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/11/wop-wop-wop-went-flat-tire-on-scary.html' title='Wop, Wop, Wop, went the flat tire-ON The Scary Bridge at That!'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNdXzrhpKTI/AAAAAAAAB-4/UGqs4kzurzc/s72-c/DSC_9344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-5941720712246304444</id><published>2010-11-05T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T18:36:54.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESERVATROL...PreservatroL???  Searching for my Fountain of Youth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Question?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What do you remember about Juan Ponce De Leon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;He went looking for the &lt;strong&gt;Fountain of Youth!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Question?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;What happened to the elderly group of retirees in the 1985 movie Cocoon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They&amp;nbsp;discovered a magical pool and after swimming in the water&amp;nbsp;found themselves &lt;strong&gt;rejuvenated!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cocoon was the sweetest movie.&amp;nbsp; Jeanita and I went to see it at the Broadmoor Theatre together.&amp;nbsp; I will never forget it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a movie trailer clip.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LhMvucGcfWs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LhMvucGcfWs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As you know if you read my November 3rd posting, I just had a birthday.&amp;nbsp; ON my birthday, Terry and I went to Sam's to shop.&amp;nbsp; In the&amp;nbsp;refrigerator, not far from&amp;nbsp;the milk and eggs,&amp;nbsp;I saw this promise:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNSVBl7XXQI/AAAAAAAAB-0/RzJbgDbXkHE/s1600/02.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNSVBl7XXQI/AAAAAAAAB-0/RzJbgDbXkHE/s640/02.1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you read this?&amp;nbsp; If not, you might need to go grab your cheaters.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you at least make out&amp;nbsp;the words &lt;strong&gt;"fountain of youth"?!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, Mama!&amp;nbsp; I grabbed that sucker up and slam dunked that promise right&amp;nbsp;into my shopping cart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNSU9XqFuAI/AAAAAAAAB-w/M0d5c5wzpP8/s1600/1.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNSU9XqFuAI/AAAAAAAAB-w/M0d5c5wzpP8/s320/1.1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I got home, I couldn't wait to start my quest&amp;nbsp;and drink up my very own "Fountain of Youth".&amp;nbsp; I poured&amp;nbsp;myself a glass of the thick burgandy juice into my pretty crystal iced tea glass.&amp;nbsp; CHEERS &amp;amp; Bottoms UP!&amp;nbsp; I can say it made me&amp;nbsp;PUCKER UP.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure how much I am going to like this stuff.&amp;nbsp; I do like my new glasses though.&amp;nbsp; I just purchased those crystal glasses today.&amp;nbsp; Terry saw me put them in the buggy and he said to put 'em back cuz we had enough glass that just&amp;nbsp;sits in the cabinet.&amp;nbsp; Typically, we use the stacks and stacks&amp;nbsp;of plastic souvenier cups that we collect at mardi gras parades, amusement parks and football games.&amp;nbsp; Do y'all do that too?&amp;nbsp; Anyway, when he saw the word, Dublin, he relented and said, "Oh, ok we can get them if they come from Ireland."&amp;nbsp; He has a big idea that he would like to travel to Ireland.&amp;nbsp; Actually, he really, really wants to go the the land of Braveheart.&amp;nbsp; Scotland!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oh, but wait.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;His aspiration is to go the&amp;nbsp;Highlands of Scotland and hunt&amp;nbsp;Werewolves!&amp;nbsp; I don't know how he cooks up all&amp;nbsp;these&amp;nbsp;crazy&amp;nbsp;ideas!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-5941720712246304444?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/5941720712246304444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/11/reservatrolpreservatrol-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/5941720712246304444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/5941720712246304444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/11/reservatrolpreservatrol-to-be.html' title='RESERVATROL...PreservatroL???  Searching for my Fountain of Youth'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNSVBl7XXQI/AAAAAAAAB-0/RzJbgDbXkHE/s72-c/02.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-5884919506990545668</id><published>2010-11-04T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T17:47:18.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the GO Phone, In with the NEW Phone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNOAjxRxUxI/AAAAAAAAB-k/IWkpC3OhfkY/s1600/DSC_1140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNOAjxRxUxI/AAAAAAAAB-k/IWkpC3OhfkY/s320/DSC_1140.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I had to get up to date.&amp;nbsp; That obnoxious Go Phone ring tone has GOTZ to GO!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; About a year ago or so, I bought the new fangled (at the time) smart phone.&amp;nbsp; I had it for a week and then one day, I think I set it on top of my car.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure when I spun out of the driveway, my phone spun into the ditch!&amp;nbsp; Back in the day, I have punished my girls and refused to allow them to upgrade phones as long as I thought they were irresponsible.&amp;nbsp; hmmmm...well, I guess I didn't want to be hypocritical so I punished myself.&amp;nbsp; I refused to allow myself an upgrade.&amp;nbsp; That's the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿&lt;strong&gt;﻿&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;strong&gt;﻿&lt;/strong&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TO8Q_V3AKcI/AAAAAAAACAM/hGq6rtJyUhE/s1600/DSC_11151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TO8Q_V3AKcI/AAAAAAAACAM/hGq6rtJyUhE/s400/DSC_11151.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Finally, Terry's slick &amp;amp; fancy (in 2006!)&amp;nbsp;Razor&amp;nbsp;cell phone&amp;nbsp;was starting to not hold a charge.&amp;nbsp; We were in Sam's today and I guess I realized that Mama &amp;amp; Papa were ready for an upgrade.&amp;nbsp; We picked out a couple phones today.&amp;nbsp; They are not the fanciest but an upgrade none the less.&amp;nbsp; The guy recommended that we purchase the screen protector sheets that required cutting to fit.&amp;nbsp; Our sweet Kayla took on the task.&amp;nbsp; She is the type that gets things done.&amp;nbsp; Whatever is in front of her, she just goes about taking care of things and knocks that little job out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Terry and I, on the other hand, make a pot of coffee and &lt;u&gt;think&lt;/u&gt; things over.&amp;nbsp; Seriously,&amp;nbsp;procrastination is our number one game.&amp;nbsp; I ain't proud of it, but I ain't too proud to admit it.&amp;nbsp; 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I love you Mama and Daddy!&amp;nbsp; I have tears rolling down my face as I type this.&amp;nbsp; I do not know why today is a weepy day for me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weepies&amp;nbsp;started when I read a facebook post that one of our best friend's daughter was brought to the hospital today.&amp;nbsp; But, don't be alarmed!&amp;nbsp; It is good, good, good!&amp;nbsp; They are going to be proud, 1st time, grandparents today.&amp;nbsp; She is going to have her baby boy today!&amp;nbsp; ON my Birthday!&amp;nbsp; Our prayers are definitely going up for safe delivery for their daughter, Morgan and her tiny precious baby.&amp;nbsp; I have happy, sentimental weepies.&amp;nbsp; ON my birthday.&amp;nbsp; So, don't cry for me Argentina.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was washing dishes, I put my playlist on some sentimental music.&amp;nbsp; Actually, I kinda consider these particular tunes as a modern&amp;nbsp;type of&amp;nbsp;folk music.&amp;nbsp; You know..the kind that tell a story.&amp;nbsp; The tracks that are playing have titles such as, Leave Me Here by Hem,&amp;nbsp; A Place Called Home by Kim Richey and Simple Life by...The Weepies!&amp;nbsp; No&amp;nbsp;kidding...The Weepies.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Here is a link to my playlist if you want to check out&amp;nbsp;more of my music choices.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.playlist.com/playlist/19406021899"&gt;http://www.playlist.com/playlist/19406021899&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyODg4MDM4NDE3NjEmcHQ9MTI4ODgwMzg*NTM*NyZwPTY5NDMwMSZkPSZnPTEmbz**YWM4ZGM4MWY*ZDc*ZTA1YmU4/ZTFiODA3NWU4NzE5NyZvZj*w.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyOTAwMDQxMTIzNjgmcHQ9MTI5MDAwNDExNTUzMiZwPTY5NDMwMSZkPSZnPTEmbz*5ZWI*N2YyMWY3Y2Y*NmQ3YTIw/YzFlZTdiN2YwZjllYSZvZj*w.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center; visibility: visible; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;object height="270" width="435"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.playlistproject.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.playlistproject.net%2Fpl.php%3Fplaylist%3D82081101%26t%3D1290004105&amp;amp;wid=os"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed style="width:435px; visibility:visible; height:270px;" allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://www.playlistproject.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.playlistproject.net%2Fpl.php%3Fplaylist%3D82081101%26t%3D1290004105&amp;amp;wid=os" width="435" height="270" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" border="0"/&gt; &lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.playlistproject.net/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Get a playlist!" border="0" src="http://www.playlistproject.net/mc/images/create_black.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.playlistproject.net/playlist/21012761867/standalone" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Standalone player" border="0" src="http://www.playlistproject.net/mc/images/launch_black.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.playlistproject.net/playlist/21012761867/download"&gt;&lt;img alt="Get Ringtones" border="0" src="http://www.playlistproject.net/mc/images/get_black.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first discovered Playlist, I would spend hours looking for music that I could use as background for my blog.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lately, I have posted so many slideshows with a sound file attached.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For that reason, I&amp;nbsp;muted my playlist on my blog page.&amp;nbsp; I think I have about 3 pages of Playlists.&amp;nbsp; If you like some of my music, take it!&amp;nbsp; Who said, "Here honey have some of mine."?&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, that was Rizzo from Grease!&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yep, you can create your own Playlist.&amp;nbsp; It is easy.&amp;nbsp; I love to find&amp;nbsp;tunes that I really WANT to listen to.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;can't hardly stand Top 40 radio anymore.&amp;nbsp; That music does not appeal to me.&amp;nbsp; I guess&amp;nbsp;I am at the age&amp;nbsp;where one might start listening to Country music as an alternative.&amp;nbsp; I like Country but would not choose to&amp;nbsp;listen to&amp;nbsp;it all day.&amp;nbsp; Different strokes...ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to put my post on hold for now.&amp;nbsp; I will pick up a little later today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNGjVg0YLzI/AAAAAAAAB-I/RCl476g4VPQ/s1600/DSC_9326+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNGjVg0YLzI/AAAAAAAAB-I/RCl476g4VPQ/s400/DSC_9326+(2).JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It must be a dream!&amp;nbsp; An elf must have slipped in here and folded my laundry.&amp;nbsp; And, look how perfectly folded they are.&amp;nbsp; Who knew?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ I walked into the living room where I left a pile of clean clothes to be folded and what do I see?&amp;nbsp; I had to do a double take!&amp;nbsp; My sweet husband folded clothes.&amp;nbsp; Now, having your hubby fold clothes might not be a shock for you.&amp;nbsp; But, for this wife/ hubby combination...SHOCKER!&amp;nbsp; My cousin, Frances told&amp;nbsp;me she loves it when her 'elf hubby' does something for her too.&amp;nbsp; Early today, Terry asked me if I wanted HIM to take ME to a movie.&amp;nbsp; He is a movie buff from waaay back&amp;nbsp;and going to the 'movies' is his favorite thing to do.&amp;nbsp; Then, he asked me if I wanted HIM to take ME out to eat.&amp;nbsp; ahemmm....They don't call him Big Daddy for nothin'.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Know what I mean?&amp;nbsp; So, this morning, when he suggested dinner and a movie for MY birthday, it didn't really feel all that special.&amp;nbsp; But, when he folded the clothes?&amp;nbsp; That made me feel special.&amp;nbsp; Yes,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;had a Happy Birthday.&amp;nbsp; I love a Simple Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did go out to eat at the Outback as a family.&amp;nbsp; I appreciated the good food but much more than that, I loved the company.&amp;nbsp; Terry and I have spent our entire lives doing everything with our girls.&amp;nbsp; And, I mean everything!&amp;nbsp; What ever we did, they went with us.&amp;nbsp; With the money we saved on babysitting, we spent on family togetherness.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The payoff?&amp;nbsp; I believe the payoff for us is that we really KNOW our girls.&amp;nbsp; On the flipside, they really KNOW us.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful for every moment and every memory that I hold in my heart from almost 23 years of raising our two daughters.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now,&amp;nbsp;that they are grown,&amp;nbsp;we do outings separately more than together.&amp;nbsp; Actually, it is a rare occassion that we all 4&amp;nbsp;go somewhere together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My adult children have boyfriends, work and interests of their own.&amp;nbsp; They do their own 'thang'!&amp;nbsp; I respect that because I certainly did my 'thang' when I was their age.&amp;nbsp; For tonight, the four of us sat around the round table at Outback together in our familiar family circle of love and comfortable companionship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-8929530429992973964?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/8929530429992973964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-is-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/8929530429992973964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/8929530429992973964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-is-my-birthday.html' title='Today is my Birthday!'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TNGjVg0YLzI/AAAAAAAAB-I/RCl476g4VPQ/s72-c/DSC_9326+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-6771936062495890700</id><published>2010-11-01T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:00:51.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talladaga Weekend Slideshow of Days 1 &amp; 2 Combined</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TM-_XWp4ZWI/AAAAAAAAB94/bOg2mvRinGQ/s1600/me+and+Terry.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TM-_XWp4ZWI/AAAAAAAAB94/bOg2mvRinGQ/s640/me+and+Terry.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HALLOWDEGA!!!&amp;nbsp; October 31, 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyODg2ODA*NzgyOTQmcHQ9MTI4ODY4MDQ4MzMwNyZwPTM1NDE3MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*4YWVlMmY4NmFkMWE*NzYwODk2/YmI5NWVkMzdmODgzZSZvZj*w.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /&gt;Terry and I traveled with his work buddies and their wives to enjoy a NASCAR Race at the Talladega SuperSpeedway on October 30 &amp;amp; 31st.&amp;nbsp; Chris and his wife, Lycia,&amp;nbsp;brought up the idea of going to experience Talladega as a group.&amp;nbsp; Dicky and his wife, Patty were up for it.&amp;nbsp; They had already been to several NASCAR Races in different locations.&amp;nbsp; Terry and I, nor Chris and Lycia had ever been.&amp;nbsp; Lycia made the initial purchase of tickets for each of us.&amp;nbsp; Then, she&amp;nbsp;shopped around for a Bed &amp;amp; Breakfast.&amp;nbsp; She found a wonderful quaint B&amp;amp;B located in Columiana, AL.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Our&amp;nbsp;hosts at the&amp;nbsp;B &amp;amp;B were owners, Diane &amp;amp; Andrew.&amp;nbsp; They made us feel very welcomed and provided wonderful and gracious accomodations.&amp;nbsp; Diane woke up&amp;nbsp;before everyone&amp;nbsp;on Saturday and prepared a breakfast feast!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She knew that we would be leaving very early on Sunday. So, on the night before,&amp;nbsp;she prepared blueberry and banana nut mini-muffins for us.&amp;nbsp; She left little bags out alongside the muffins for us to take&amp;nbsp;to the races.&amp;nbsp; I really can not tell you enough about their wonderful hospitality.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention, the house was a charming Victorian with an interesting history.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Andrew and Diane purchased the house a few years ago and worked very hard to fully restore the&amp;nbsp;old house.&amp;nbsp; They have&amp;nbsp;refurbished it beautifully.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Diane has placed her special touch to every nook and cranny of this house.&amp;nbsp; Terry and I woke up extra early on Sunday and sat together in the sitting room and enjoyed a cup of coffee.&amp;nbsp; While we relaxed, we were able to look around and appreciate the many&amp;nbsp;unique features of the historic house and furnishings.&amp;nbsp; If you wish to travel to northern Alabama and stay in a Bed &amp;amp; Breakfast, please take a look at Columbiana INN.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Diane and Andrew are so friendly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You will feel right at home at Columbiana INN.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.columbianainn.com/"&gt;http://www.columbianainn.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyODg3MjQzMTE1NDUmcHQ9MTI4ODcyNDMxNDQ4MyZwPTM1NDE3MSZkPSZnPTEmbz**YWM4ZGM4MWY*ZDc*ZTA1YmU4/ZTFiODA3NWU4NzE5NyZvZj*w.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /&gt;&lt;object height="308" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shwup.com/flash/shwup_player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=4428908_9f291d4a4615292921e878e22a0a3735" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410" height="308" src="http://www.shwup.com/flash/shwup_player.swf" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="id=4428908_9f291d4a4615292921e878e22a0a3735"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Here, I created a&amp;nbsp;slideshow&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;images captured on both Saturday and Sunday Race days combined. Saturday was a truck race.&amp;nbsp; Sunday is big race day, of course.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;chose to use&amp;nbsp;Lynard Skynard music&amp;nbsp; for the slideshow.&amp;nbsp; I think NASCAR &amp;amp; Skynard go together like rice &amp;amp; gravy.&amp;nbsp; What do you think?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Also, I added captions to my images for Day 2 (Sunday's Race).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hope that all of my captioned information is accurate.&amp;nbsp; I was trying to remember what was happening throughout the day as I reviewed my images.&amp;nbsp; It is difficult to recall all the details, even&amp;nbsp;after only a couple of days.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For this reason, I think I am going to start&amp;nbsp;using&amp;nbsp;captions&amp;nbsp;a bit more often.&amp;nbsp; This will make it sooo much easier for future&amp;nbsp;recall.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;With information documented, you will always&amp;nbsp;know exactly&amp;nbsp;when, where, why and of whom&amp;nbsp;a photo was taken.&amp;nbsp; I have a huge stash of pictures that I need to go through, sort &amp;amp; label.&amp;nbsp; Time has a way of blurring all those important memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-6771936062495890700?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/6771936062495890700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/11/talladaga-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/6771936062495890700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/6771936062495890700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/11/talladaga-weekend.html' title='Talladaga Weekend Slideshow of Days 1 &amp; 2 Combined'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TM-_XWp4ZWI/AAAAAAAAB94/bOg2mvRinGQ/s72-c/me+and+Terry.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-635100956511237630</id><published>2010-10-31T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T02:27:59.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NASCAR Race Weekend, Day 1 at Talledega Super Speedway</title><content type='html'>Below is a smilebox slideshow of images from Day 1 of our very first NASCAR Race Weekend in&amp;nbsp;Talledega, AL.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This slideshow is&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;Truck Race that we saw on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; It was exciting and I picked out a driver right away.&amp;nbsp; He was&amp;nbsp;#23.&amp;nbsp; He stayed in the top 3&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;rolled the dice...decided NOT to re-fuel.&amp;nbsp; I think he didn't have enough gas to finish&amp;nbsp;out like I had hoped.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Darned ole&amp;nbsp;Chris chose the favorite and&amp;nbsp;2 time winner, Kyle&amp;nbsp;Busch&amp;nbsp;#18.&amp;nbsp; #18&amp;nbsp;did choose to re-fuel and he ended up doing the Victory Burn Out for the crowd!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So,&amp;nbsp;Chris' guy won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have captioned each picture in the smilebox.&amp;nbsp; Hope&amp;nbsp;you enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d546b344f444d784d54673d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" height="303" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d546b344f444d784d54673d0d0a.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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Preslee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMmGF1nCwxI/AAAAAAAAB9o/DvRy4ovWiug/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMmGF1nCwxI/AAAAAAAAB9o/DvRy4ovWiug/s400/5.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin, Ashley, had a baby girl! She named her Preslee. Ashley has been a girly girl from the time she was born because her mama dressed her up so prissy &amp;amp; pink! She grew up to be a very feminine, beautiful lady. Guess what?! She and her husband were previously and joyfully blessed with three rambunctious boys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in her life, Ashley didn't think she was going to have any more children. As the story goes, the unexpected happened &amp;amp; her pink dream came true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMmGVi7InEI/AAAAAAAAB9s/A1fxF9jDSTE/s1600/12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMmGVi7InEI/AAAAAAAAB9s/A1fxF9jDSTE/s400/12.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMmGkCPOKtI/AAAAAAAAB9w/dY3ULdvjDPM/s1600/13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMmGkCPOKtI/AAAAAAAAB9w/dY3ULdvjDPM/s400/13.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;So, I am proud to present Ashley and her &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;pink princess Preslee&lt;/span&gt; at 2 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyODgyNzM2NzM*MDEmcHQ9MTI4ODI3MzY3NzYzOCZwPTM1NDE3MSZkPSZnPTEmbz1hZjIyYTg3Y2E1NmI*YzI1ODBk/NGE1MTIxZDBhODUwZiZvZj*w.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /&gt;&lt;object height="308" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shwup.com/flash/shwup_player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=4403877_dcd785baba183649419bd9ad038120b7" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410" height="308" src="http://www.shwup.com/flash/shwup_player.swf" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="id=4403877_dcd785baba183649419bd9ad038120b7"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-4412307872233547643?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/4412307872233547643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/10/ashley-preslee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/4412307872233547643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/4412307872233547643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/10/ashley-preslee.html' title='Ashley &amp; Preslee'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMmGF1nCwxI/AAAAAAAAB9o/DvRy4ovWiug/s72-c/5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-1044340345172855982</id><published>2010-10-26T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:32:52.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauryn is 4!</title><content type='html'>Lauryn turned 4 yesterday.&amp;nbsp; She told Kayla that she wanted Barbies!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, Kayla and I&amp;nbsp;went to bring her some pink birthday presents.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh, she was so cute!!!&amp;nbsp; I don't think she was expecting us.&amp;nbsp; She greeted us at the back door smiling ear to ear and exclaimed, "You brought me pres-thents?!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I just&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;had to make a smilebox because anytime I am around Lauryn she makes me SMILE!&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d546b334f5463774d44673d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" height="303" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d546b334f5463774d44673d0d0a.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" height="46" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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Tiffany  *Bonus Pics from my sisterCHICK...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyODc5NDc*MDc*MjgmcHQ9MTI4Nzk*NzQxMjczOSZwPTM1NDE3MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*wNDFmYmE4MzM3NzA*MmNkYWQ4/NzdkZGE*ZTY1YmJlYyZvZj*w.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /&gt;&lt;object height="308" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shwup.com/flash/shwup_player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=4387061_13ff42a7f47bdb7770de82e75cf272bc" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410" height="308" src="http://www.shwup.com/flash/shwup_player.swf" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="id=4387061_13ff42a7f47bdb7770de82e75cf272bc"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baleigh and Tiffany were at the photo shoot bright and early Saturday morning.&amp;nbsp; And, when I say 'Bright' and early, I mean that sun was poppin'!&amp;nbsp; Now, I love that big beautiful sun.&amp;nbsp;But, when the sun is so high overhead, it makes photography very dfficult.&amp;nbsp; We had a hard time finding even light.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that said, I am happy to say that Baleigh and Tiffany's beauty outshone the sun!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gorg-E-O-so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMSHA070z_I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/fPo7kEUms3o/s1600/22+baleigh.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMSHA070z_I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/fPo7kEUms3o/s640/22+baleigh.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMSHGAfQkVI/AAAAAAAAB9c/5DK0BKgB9q4/s1600/11+tiffany.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMSHGAfQkVI/AAAAAAAAB9c/5DK0BKgB9q4/s640/11+tiffany.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMSHKPjDysI/AAAAAAAAB9g/V7QwFvrelJE/s1600/9+tiffany.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMSHKPjDysI/AAAAAAAAB9g/V7QwFvrelJE/s640/9+tiffany.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMSHOfC8BAI/AAAAAAAAB9k/QJAQTEcGQfA/s1600/27+baleigh.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMSHOfC8BAI/AAAAAAAAB9k/QJAQTEcGQfA/s640/27+baleigh.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks girls for bringing your smiling, willing faces to our photo shoot.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could have spent a bit more time with y'all actually.&amp;nbsp; I knew that you had your Jackette dance camp to attend so didn't want to keep you too long.&amp;nbsp; Oh, but believe me...I could have photographed you all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Bonus Pics from my sisterCHICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below is a slideshow created using only pics taken by&amp;nbsp;my partner photoCHICK, Melissa!&amp;nbsp; I love having Melissa around and working with her.&amp;nbsp; She is a blast and has such a passion for photography.&amp;nbsp; At one point, one of the girls looked down at me and said laughingly, "Look she's on her back on the ground over there!"&amp;nbsp; Then, she looked at Melissa and cracked up!&amp;nbsp; She said, "...and so is she!"&amp;nbsp; Yep, me and Melissa looked at each other with grass stuck in our hair and clothes and started giggling.&amp;nbsp; Both of us will do anything to 'get the shot'!&amp;nbsp; I hope you enjoy the slideshow with the files that she brought to me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed creating this slideshow.&amp;nbsp; Even though, we had the same model in front of us at the same time, our images have a different look.&amp;nbsp; She did a tad bit&amp;nbsp;more tweaking to her color balance&amp;nbsp;to create a more stylized effect while I left mine more natural.&amp;nbsp; I love seeing how every photographer's&amp;nbsp;creations have&amp;nbsp;their own signature look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyODgyMzcwNTU4NzgmcHQ9MTI4ODIzNzA2NzQ4MiZwPTM1NDE3MSZkPSZnPTEmb2Y9MA==.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /&gt;&lt;object height="308" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shwup.com/flash/shwup_player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=4403538_11f4441e68f91b7e0bc764db420a2956" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410" height="308" src="http://www.shwup.com/flash/shwup_player.swf" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="id=4403538_11f4441e68f91b7e0bc764db420a2956"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-7664196577734463683?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/7664196577734463683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/10/high-school-seniors-baleigh-tiffany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7664196577734463683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7664196577734463683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/10/high-school-seniors-baleigh-tiffany.html' title='High School SENIORS photo shoot October 17, 2010  - Baleigh &amp; Tiffany  *Bonus Pics from my sisterCHICK...!'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMSHA070z_I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/fPo7kEUms3o/s72-c/22+baleigh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-3640424858440694484</id><published>2010-10-21T00:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T05:54:12.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School SENIORS photo shoot October 17, 2010 - Caitlin &amp; Ashleigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyODgyNzAzOTYyODcmcHQ9MTI4ODI3MDQwMDc2MiZwPTM1NDE3MSZkPSZnPTEmbz1hZjIyYTg3Y2E1NmI*YzI1ODBk/NGE1MTIxZDBhODUwZiZvZj*w.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /&gt;&lt;object height="308" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shwup.com/flash/shwup_player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=4403825_7eb743f44546c30f65bd33f5fec343ee" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410" height="308" src="http://www.shwup.com/flash/shwup_player.swf" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="id=4403825_7eb743f44546c30f65bd33f5fec343ee"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin &amp;amp; Ashleigh are total sweethearts.&amp;nbsp; Melissa and I were happy that Caitlin came and brought her good friend, Ashleigh to the photo shoot event.&amp;nbsp; I told Caitlin that she reminded by me of Olivia on Jerseylicious.&amp;nbsp; She laughed because she though I meant Jersey Shore.&amp;nbsp; She had never seen&amp;nbsp;Jerseylicious so she didn't know who Olivia was.&amp;nbsp; I have been watching this season of Jerseylicious and it cracks me up.&amp;nbsp; The setting is a beauty salon in New Jersey.&amp;nbsp; Lots of drama!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the only drama that Caitlin &amp;amp; Ashleigh brought to their photo shoot was their dramatic beauty.&amp;nbsp; At first, I chose the song Daughters by John Mayer for their slideshow because I love that song.&amp;nbsp; I am sure their parents are so proud of their two precious daughters, Caitlin &amp;amp; Ashleigh.&amp;nbsp; But, then I decided I wanted something more upbeat so I went to an old Charlie's Angels Soundtrack.&amp;nbsp; Hey girls, I hope y'all like your slideshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL_vu2bnB_I/AAAAAAAAB88/aOMm7GoOFCk/s1600/22+caitlin.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL_vu2bnB_I/AAAAAAAAB88/aOMm7GoOFCk/s640/22+caitlin.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL_vrKyuM7I/AAAAAAAAB84/jy_Nvk0WGKw/s1600/19caitlin.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL_vrKyuM7I/AAAAAAAAB84/jy_Nvk0WGKw/s400/19caitlin.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Caitlin that she looked very 'girl next door pretty' and Ashleigh looked rock-n-roll chic!&amp;nbsp; Each of them could not have been any&amp;nbsp;more precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL_vh7T50rI/AAAAAAAAB8w/CsaiRHQMmd0/s1600/16+ashleigh.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL_vh7T50rI/AAAAAAAAB8w/CsaiRHQMmd0/s640/16+ashleigh.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL_vm0sMRTI/AAAAAAAAB80/m-GDpJbW66A/s1600/17+ashleigh.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL_vm0sMRTI/AAAAAAAAB80/m-GDpJbW66A/s400/17+ashleigh.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMCHqUZ_EyI/AAAAAAAAB9E/z3qSiGdjto0/s1600/leigh+in+leaves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMCHqUZ_EyI/AAAAAAAAB9E/z3qSiGdjto0/s320/leigh+in+leaves.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks girls.&amp;nbsp; You are Fun and Fabulous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMCHczIq2hI/AAAAAAAAB9A/HnVraAJ1drc/s1600/Caitlin+&amp;amp;+Ashleigh+in+leaves+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TMCHczIq2hI/AAAAAAAAB9A/HnVraAJ1drc/s320/Caitlin+&amp;amp;+Ashleigh+in+leaves+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-3640424858440694484?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/3640424858440694484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/10/high-school-seniors-photo-shoot-october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/3640424858440694484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/3640424858440694484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/10/high-school-seniors-photo-shoot-october.html' title='High School SENIORS photo shoot October 17, 2010 - Caitlin &amp; Ashleigh'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL_vu2bnB_I/AAAAAAAAB88/aOMm7GoOFCk/s72-c/22+caitlin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-228014565898353666</id><published>2010-10-20T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:43:06.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School SENIORS photo shoot October 17, 2010 - Allison &amp; Lexi</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTI4NzYzOTYyOTcxNCZwdD*xMjg3NjM5NzM3Mjg4JnA9MzU*MTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmb2Y9MA==.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /&gt;&lt;object height="308" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shwup.com/flash/shwup_player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=4371510_49e4274e1b2d9fd14c9d732a3428baf9" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410" height="308" src="http://www.shwup.com/flash/shwup_player.swf" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="id=4371510_49e4274e1b2d9fd14c9d732a3428baf9"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison and Lexi are two High School friends.&amp;nbsp; Oh, my did I enjoy these two girls.&amp;nbsp; Melissa invited them to our all day&amp;nbsp;Senior photo shoot event.&amp;nbsp; They are both beautiful girls with big friendly smiles and personalities.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Allison and Lexi are super cool chicks.&amp;nbsp; They are also very down-to-earth and open to play!&amp;nbsp; I hope they will always be playful and free spirited.&amp;nbsp; Allison has a dark complexion and Lexi is beautifully fair.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to ask Lexi if she had an&amp;nbsp;Irish heritage when I saw her light blue eyes and features.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created a slideshow with&amp;nbsp;some of my fave individual shots that I captured.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We walked&amp;nbsp;over to catch some&amp;nbsp;buddy pics by the pond.&amp;nbsp; And, they&amp;nbsp;played with me and&amp;nbsp;all my crazy ideas.&amp;nbsp; I love it!&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;am&amp;nbsp;anxious&amp;nbsp;to see what amazing shots Melissa&amp;nbsp;was able to capture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used Shakira's song Gypsy for the slideshow music.&amp;nbsp; Shakira is my favorite artist.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;love her cuz her Hips Don't Lie!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;lol...I really&amp;nbsp;love her song Gypsy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The life of a gypsy has always&amp;nbsp;captured my imagination. &amp;nbsp;I hope you enjoy&amp;nbsp;the music along with Allison and Lexi's slideshow. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL_XXEcJM7I/AAAAAAAAB8o/NO6CUqdDFAg/s1600/20+both.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL_XXEcJM7I/AAAAAAAAB8o/NO6CUqdDFAg/s400/20+both.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL_XSeDgAJI/AAAAAAAAB8k/rUhwgkHrD80/s1600/14+both.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL_XSeDgAJI/AAAAAAAAB8k/rUhwgkHrD80/s400/14+both.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL_XEFWkaUI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/_SrBYIZoCrI/s1600/36+allison.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL_XEFWkaUI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/_SrBYIZoCrI/s640/36+allison.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We found some Amazing Light under the pavillion by the pond!&amp;nbsp;Puuuurrrfection!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL_XJ32qIRI/AAAAAAAAB8c/zFsLZFT_qLk/s1600/40+lexi.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; 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Lexi'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL_XXEcJM7I/AAAAAAAAB8o/NO6CUqdDFAg/s72-c/20+both.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-666597273198002636</id><published>2010-10-20T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T11:02:30.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School SENIORS photo shoot October 17, 2010 - Bryan &amp; Vyctoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyODc3NzA*NDk3NjUmcHQ9MTI4Nzc3MDQ1MzI3NiZwPTM1NDE3MSZkPSZnPTEmb2Y9MA==.gif" style="height: 0px; 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We wish to tap into he High School Senior photography market. Bryan brought along Vyctoria. They were sooo much fun. Both of them have a great free spirit and tried all our&amp;nbsp;suggestions.&amp;nbsp; Bryan and Vyctoria&amp;nbsp;provided us with &amp;nbsp;many, many photo opps.&amp;nbsp; They are the cutest couple.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed them both.&amp;nbsp; Their photo shoot began shortly before dusk.&amp;nbsp; We were racing the sundown.&amp;nbsp; I am&amp;nbsp;happy about the timing actually because we caught some&amp;nbsp;nightime&amp;nbsp;couple's shots at the playground.&amp;nbsp; These shots were an unplanned bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&amp;nbsp;B &amp;amp; V for coming out to play with us.&amp;nbsp; You are both adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. The slideshow music is Shakira.&amp;nbsp; I loooove Shakira so I downloaded her new album.&amp;nbsp; The song I chose was Men in the Town.&amp;nbsp; Vyctoria found her Man in the Town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL-zqxbtLpI/AAAAAAAAB78/TqKtnDcNCAs/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL-zqxbtLpI/AAAAAAAAB78/TqKtnDcNCAs/s640/5.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL-zvvsSGcI/AAAAAAAAB8A/NnZZwX72Faw/s1600/11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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Vyctoria'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TL-zqxbtLpI/AAAAAAAAB78/TqKtnDcNCAs/s72-c/5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-7739067468420965500</id><published>2010-10-19T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T19:46:43.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School SENIORS photo shoot October 17, 2010 - Kassandra 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyODc3MzAzMjM1NTImcHQ9MTI4NzczMDMyOTA2MyZwPTM1NDE3MSZkPSZnPTEmbz1jODY*MDljYWY2YTI*NzM1YWM2/NDE*NjkyNzkxMTY1MyZvZj*w.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /&gt;&lt;object height="256" width="342"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shwup.com/flash/shwup_player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=4377382_64c732d56c1b15159ec6054e618cf648" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="342" height="256" src="http://www.shwup.com/flash/shwup_player.swf" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="id=4377382_64c732d56c1b15159ec6054e618cf648"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to meet Kassandra. Melissa and I coordinated a High School Senior photo shoot at North Park. Kassandra showed up all 'pretty in pink'. I think that with her blue eyes, red hair, pink top and gorgeous light all combined to help us create some beauties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her what kind of music she liked.&amp;nbsp; She said she liked&amp;nbsp;oldies.&amp;nbsp; Oooooh, I like oldies too.&amp;nbsp; Well, oldies mean different eras for different people.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I remember that I was an elementary school aged kid when Tom Jones came to town.&amp;nbsp; My mom, Betty H. and Jeanita just haaaad to get&amp;nbsp;tickets to see him in concert.&amp;nbsp; Then, they had to be extra pretty for Tom so, a new pant suit was&amp;nbsp;just right&amp;nbsp;for the occasion...soooo groovy 70's!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's bring back a little Tom Jones with She's A Lady for Miss Kassandra.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TME2R-mIc1I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/RJGAFiReNtk/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;To request&amp;nbsp;session fees and package pricing information&amp;nbsp;from the PHOTOCHICKS, email:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="mailto:michellesibley@att.net"&gt;michellesibley@att.net&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="mailto:Melissa.Roe@lpsp.org"&gt;Melissa.Roe@lpsp.org&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-7739067468420965500?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/7739067468420965500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/10/kassandra-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7739067468420965500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7739067468420965500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/10/kassandra-2010.html' title='High School SENIORS photo shoot October 17, 2010 - Kassandra 2010'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TME2R-mIc1I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/RJGAFiReNtk/s72-c/8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-7053551846562036134</id><published>2010-10-07T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T04:39:07.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Talk Turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, I almost forgot how to blog!&amp;nbsp; Seriously, I have not blogged in such a while.&amp;nbsp; Also, I have not been flickring much&amp;nbsp;either.&amp;nbsp; Actually, my flickr&amp;nbsp;flame was almost snuffed out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Something happened to my photography interest lately.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Within the last couple months, I have agreed to take on a few wedding assignments.&amp;nbsp; These weddings were commissioned by another photographer who has a busy studio front.&amp;nbsp; He told me that he liked my work and wanted to book me for wedding work as an associate photographer.&amp;nbsp; I agreed and immediately he began to book a few Saturday wedding dates for me.&amp;nbsp; I was thrilled about that prospect because I so enjoy photographing weddings.&amp;nbsp; I will come back to the wedding stuff because I have more to say about that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the very same time that the wedding work opportunity came up, I had met with a couple ladies (mom and daughter) who wanted to collaborate efforts to create a new&amp;nbsp;three-way business venture.&amp;nbsp; Oh, boy...the tug o' war began.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When I say, tug o' war, I mean&amp;nbsp;in my own mind.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had to figure out what&amp;nbsp; really wanted to do and what suited me best.&amp;nbsp; I knew that&amp;nbsp;me and the two ladies were all on the same 'page' with our&amp;nbsp;ideas.&amp;nbsp; It seemed that we came together so organically.&amp;nbsp; We&amp;nbsp;brainstormed,&amp;nbsp;and had brilliant pow-wow sessions&amp;nbsp;where we bounced&amp;nbsp;inspiration back and forth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was so&amp;nbsp;thrilling to imagine putting feet to all of our ideas and begin marketing asap.&amp;nbsp; But, the voice of realistic long term planning had to come into play.&amp;nbsp; Realistically, we had to look at the actual cost of doing business vs. the profitability split three ways!&amp;nbsp;...not the optimal results we hoped for...Dang it all!&amp;nbsp; One evening,&amp;nbsp; for funzies, we had a mini-photo shoot in the space that we wanted to designate for studio photo shoots.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Our photo shoot was&amp;nbsp;a ton of fun.&amp;nbsp; We laughed, giggled and did some character role modeling...Fabulosity Baby!&amp;nbsp; It was indeed a blast until I got home and had to crop the ceiling out of every image.&amp;nbsp; errrrrrch!&amp;nbsp;that is me hitting my brakes hard!&amp;nbsp; I already knew before we did the Fabulosity Photo Shoot that the low ceiling was an obstacle.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We needed a good 10 feet plus&amp;nbsp;of ceiling height for a proper studio space.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We were wanting to use a space that was attached to their store front.&amp;nbsp; But it was too low.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Suffice to say, I was disheartened.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was not the optimal studio space and collectively, we weren't prepared to&amp;nbsp;rent&amp;nbsp;a larger space.&amp;nbsp; So, I told them that I was going to back&amp;nbsp;out for now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Along with my blessings,&amp;nbsp;I wished them all the best success if they were to find another photographer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She said they didn't&amp;nbsp; want any other photog.&amp;nbsp; So,&amp;nbsp; the conclusion of the story might remain, TBD.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For now,&amp;nbsp;our business plans are&amp;nbsp;on hold....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I have to talk some Turkey about the other business opportunity.&amp;nbsp; I have completed my first wedding assignment and absolutely fell for the bride, groom and family.&amp;nbsp; My mom came to assist me as my 2nd shooter.&amp;nbsp; She did a great job.&amp;nbsp; She actually captured one of my favorite pictures of the day during the wedding ceremony.&amp;nbsp; I would show it off here in the blog but I don't think I should.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The wedding was commissioned by another studio.&amp;nbsp; I agreed to be a contract shooter therefore, those files&amp;nbsp;will become the property of his studio.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is where I think my flickr flame began to diminish.&amp;nbsp; Gosh, I don't really know how to explain how I feel because I do not know how I feel.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you know me,&amp;nbsp;you will know how I feel about my images.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;get a personal attachment to them because they are MY&amp;nbsp;BEAUTIES!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In a weird way, I feel like I created them so they are mine to protect and hover over like the mother hen that I&amp;nbsp;have always been&amp;nbsp;to my&amp;nbsp; 2 kids.&amp;nbsp; Weird?&amp;nbsp; Yeah!&amp;nbsp; I admit the weirdness!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Keep that weirdness in mind when I say that somehow I feel like&amp;nbsp;a surrogate.&amp;nbsp; Do you know what I mean?&amp;nbsp; I feel like a surrogate&amp;nbsp;photographer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I knew, going into the wedding assignment,&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;my mission was to&amp;nbsp;provide my&amp;nbsp;time, talent, &amp;amp; energy toward a wedding&amp;nbsp;that was not my own.&amp;nbsp; I put my&amp;nbsp;heart &amp;amp; soul into a wedding that&amp;nbsp;was not going to be mine.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I labored&amp;nbsp;with sweat&amp;nbsp;pouring down.&amp;nbsp; Yes, sweat&amp;nbsp;literally pouring down&amp;nbsp;in the sweltering September (only in the south) outdoor wedding.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After all said, and done...I can honestly say I loved it.&amp;nbsp; I loved every minute of it.&amp;nbsp; I fell in love with that wedding.&amp;nbsp; I loved all of the images that Mom and I captured.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alas, tomorrow, I&amp;nbsp;am scheduled to turn&amp;nbsp;over all&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;my wedding BEAUTIES!&amp;nbsp; I am grateful for the opportunity to work.&amp;nbsp; I will always give my all to each and every assignment&amp;nbsp; My problem is letting go.&lt;br /&gt;So,&amp;nbsp;for me, Surrogate Photography is quite the Turkey!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TK4_xEjAxaI/AAAAAAAAB7o/YQF5KRDTpD0/s1600/flea+market+turkey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TK4_xEjAxaI/AAAAAAAAB7o/YQF5KRDTpD0/s400/flea+market+turkey.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*This posting was prompted by a flickr challenge today.&amp;nbsp; The topic of the day was &lt;strong&gt;Color Clash&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I saw this colorful JIVE Turkey at a flea market.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-7053551846562036134?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/7053551846562036134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-talk-turkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7053551846562036134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7053551846562036134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-talk-turkey.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk Turkey'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TK4_xEjAxaI/AAAAAAAAB7o/YQF5KRDTpD0/s72-c/flea+market+turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-5253263949665355755</id><published>2010-09-05T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T12:59:09.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Am New Orleans", you tube musical video by Vince Vance</title><content type='html'>Mom sent me this you tube video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Trow me somethin' mister, &lt;br /&gt;I hear y'all scream&lt;br /&gt;At the parade that never ends&lt;br /&gt;I am New Orleans ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V86xxTm8-ek?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V86xxTm8-ek?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-5253263949665355755?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/5253263949665355755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-still-new-orleans-you-tube-musical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/5253263949665355755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/5253263949665355755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-still-new-orleans-you-tube-musical.html' title='&quot;I Am New Orleans&quot;, you tube musical video by Vince Vance'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-8559100980832645403</id><published>2010-09-03T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T18:51:18.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brass Garden Sprinkler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TIGkSi9s-7I/AAAAAAAAB7I/peCir4A9mus/s1600/Garden+Sprinkler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TIGkSi9s-7I/AAAAAAAAB7I/peCir4A9mus/s640/Garden+Sprinkler.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today's photo challenge was BRASS.&amp;nbsp; This was an easy find.&amp;nbsp; I stepped out the front door of my house and took a picture of my garden sprinkler that lives in the overgrown jungle.&amp;nbsp; I really need to dig up everything and start over.&amp;nbsp; That sounds like a project that can wait just a bit longer until the cooler fall temperatures.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It is still so hot down here in South Louisiana.&amp;nbsp; I really appreciate the cool days of fall.&amp;nbsp; Of course&amp;nbsp;the excitement builds&amp;nbsp;with anticipation&amp;nbsp;of LSU and Varsity Football.&amp;nbsp; This topic starts&amp;nbsp;buzzing into everyone's conversations as we have hopes for a great new football season.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-8559100980832645403?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/8559100980832645403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/09/brass-garden-sprinkler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/8559100980832645403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/8559100980832645403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/09/brass-garden-sprinkler.html' title='Brass Garden Sprinkler'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TIGkSi9s-7I/AAAAAAAAB7I/peCir4A9mus/s72-c/Garden+Sprinkler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-316245354266336454</id><published>2010-08-30T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T17:34:14.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandilyn, my beautiful niece</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; 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&lt;br /&gt;This week's theme is PHOTOJOURNALISM. I thought that my images below told a fun birthday story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We threw a Surprise 50th Birthday Celebration for my wonderful sister-in-law, Tracie!&amp;nbsp; Bridget is a long time best friend of Tracie's.&amp;nbsp; Bridget called me and told me she wanted to host the party.&amp;nbsp; I was very excited to be involved.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Friends, Family and Tracie's Pokeno ladies decided to pool some money and purchase a gift certificate for a bed and breakfast.&amp;nbsp; We chose Nottoway Plantation in White Castle, LA.&amp;nbsp; It is one of the grandest mansions in the area. I hope that Tracie and Ronnie enjoy their visit to the plantation b&amp;amp;b.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracie's friend, Donna, has invited Tracie to her RED HAT LADY Society. We themed her party with RED HATS. I am glad that we did because it was so fun to party and play with the feather boas and silly hats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/THyE2P7sXZI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/jeDO2VjHs-U/s1600/tracie+%27s+party+gifts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/THyE2P7sXZI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/jeDO2VjHs-U/s640/tracie+%27s+party+gifts.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tracie had to get her "cheaters" so that she could read her cards.&amp;nbsp; But, she needed a little bit more spot light.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love this image.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/THrLCkC4eUI/AAAAAAAAB5A/zFpHVTthoyE/s1600/DSC_5534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/THrLCkC4eUI/AAAAAAAAB5A/zFpHVTthoyE/s400/DSC_5534.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Line dancing&amp;nbsp;gets the&amp;nbsp;Party Started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/THrLLmqSFMI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/2WegKk1_FRc/s1600/DSC_5577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/THrLLmqSFMI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/2WegKk1_FRc/s400/DSC_5577.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/THrLR-lfCrI/AAAAAAAAB5g/h3XylJQ0yiE/s1600/DSC_5589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/THrLR-lfCrI/AAAAAAAAB5g/h3XylJQ0yiE/s400/DSC_5589.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ice, Ice Baby!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/THrLOklyBDI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/0D5W4wnxeuc/s1600/DSC_5584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/THrLOklyBDI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/0D5W4wnxeuc/s400/DSC_5584.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out her party images on this little slideshow that I created. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5467334d4459334e7a633d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" height="303" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5467334d4459334e7a633d0d0a.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" height="46" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Personalize a &lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows/photoSharing/" target="_blank"&gt;free slideshow design&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-2234172952871891099?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/2234172952871891099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/tracie-is-red-hat-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/2234172952871891099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/2234172952871891099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/tracie-is-red-hat-lady.html' title='TRACIE is a RED HAT LADY!'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/THyE2P7sXZI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/jeDO2VjHs-U/s72-c/tracie+%27s+party+gifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-8023946606837436202</id><published>2010-08-27T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T06:40:31.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Nottoway Plantation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/THkN-09TEII/AAAAAAAAB4A/fiqz76XYLTI/s640/DSC05059.JPG" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pause Playlist Music, Then Press Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5467324f44637a4e44673d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" height="303" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5467324f44637a4e44673d0d0a.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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guys) let's make a trip down to Houma to see Tab Benoit!  seriously yall...!</title><content type='html'>Reminder: TURN OFF PLAYLIST MUSIC before pressing play on you tube video below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1IUlb1IKNzQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1IUlb1IKNzQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tab Benoit will be playing music at the 2010 Voice of the Wetlands Festival on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 8/ 9/ 10 - Houma LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE ENTRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Tab Benoit &lt;a href="http://www.tabbenoit.com/"&gt;http://www.tabbenoit.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-9175207202376299155?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/9175207202376299155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-girls-lets-make-trip-down-to-houma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/9175207202376299155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/9175207202376299155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-girls-lets-make-trip-down-to-houma.html' title='Hey, Girls (&amp; guys) let&apos;s make a trip down to Houma to see Tab Benoit!  seriously yall...!'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-3539864454331584451</id><published>2010-08-23T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T04:13:53.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Representing America</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/THMnjeNr8NI/AAAAAAAAB3o/yEozvOOPM8c/s1600/Representing+the+Melting+Pot+that+is+America+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/THMnjeNr8NI/AAAAAAAAB3o/yEozvOOPM8c/s400/Representing+the+Melting+Pot+that+is+America+1.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Representing the Melting Pot that is America&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily Photo Challenge&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Represents your Country&lt;br /&gt;August 23, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America is my home and I remember as far back as elementary school, my teachers would say that America is a Melting Pot of Nationalities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think in terms of symbolism, the deep red liquid candle wax reminds me of the the sacrifices of our 'red blooded' America's forefathers and brave Service Men and Women who paved the way to freedom. In addition, the hot liquid reminds me that people continue to risk it all to become an American. With all the chaos going on in the world, I must remember to appreciate who I am and where I live. I do hope that we as Americans can come together as right living, working class citizens to bring common sense back! And, once again become that beacon on the hill. "As Ronald Reagan emphasized, America is a shining city upon a hill whose beacon light guides freedom-loving people everywhere."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-3539864454331584451?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/3539864454331584451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/representing-america.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/3539864454331584451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/3539864454331584451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/representing-america.html' title='Representing America'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/THMnjeNr8NI/AAAAAAAAB3o/yEozvOOPM8c/s72-c/Representing+the+Melting+Pot+that+is+America+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-5383223863526807707</id><published>2010-08-21T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T23:04:09.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eyes Have it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/THC6Jep_lvI/AAAAAAAAB3g/XIcu33cGVR4/s1600/Rachel+edited+with+picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/THC6Jep_lvI/AAAAAAAAB3g/XIcu33cGVR4/s640/Rachel+edited+with+picnik.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have always loved the enigmatic,&amp;nbsp;ethereal look of a&amp;nbsp;face framed by a headwrap or scarf.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think Rachel looks especially beautiful in this picture.&amp;nbsp; Oh, if I could turn back time. I wish I&amp;nbsp;would have had&amp;nbsp;the ability to capture portraits like this of my two daughters&amp;nbsp;as they were growing up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Although Rachel is a very young girl, I think women of&amp;nbsp;all ages look&amp;nbsp;beautiful&amp;nbsp;when captured in this simple, yet sophistocated way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am very proud of this portrait.&amp;nbsp; I want to do more, more, more&amp;nbsp;like this.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-5383223863526807707?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/5383223863526807707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/eyes-have-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/5383223863526807707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/5383223863526807707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/eyes-have-it.html' title='The Eyes Have it!'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/THC6Jep_lvI/AAAAAAAAB3g/XIcu33cGVR4/s72-c/Rachel+edited+with+picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-3524133190011091932</id><published>2010-08-21T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T17:22:20.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel's True Colors...Beautiful Like a Rainbow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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I loved every one of her images.&amp;nbsp; All the images you will see in the slideshow are as shot straight out of the camera.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I brought an arsenal of lenses but never used any other than my Nikon 35mm 1.8.&amp;nbsp; I love that versatile lens.&amp;nbsp; If you are a Nikon shooter, go get one.&amp;nbsp; Hands down, it is the best couple hundred bucks you will spend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5467314e6a6b324e6a553d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" height="303" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5467314e6a6b324e6a553d0d0a.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGte3-Q7mCI/AAAAAAAAB1s/geycV72LOBA/s1600/P1010909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGte3-Q7mCI/AAAAAAAAB1s/geycV72LOBA/s320/P1010909.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, this was today's rainy weather view from inside the laundromat.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do you see my camera lens peaking out?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I decided to bring our two supremely spoiled pooch's doggy beds in &amp;nbsp;for a good washing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGte0kfwCjI/AAAAAAAAB1k/gkr9RstphAw/s1600/P1010901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGte0kfwCjI/AAAAAAAAB1k/gkr9RstphAw/s320/P1010901.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As I waited, I pulled out my point and shoot, Panasonic Lumix.&amp;nbsp; I love this handy purse sized camera. It&amp;nbsp;takes perfectly&amp;nbsp;great pics I believe.&amp;nbsp; Originally, I purchased the little camera per Terry's request.&amp;nbsp; He wanted one to fit in his pocket.&amp;nbsp; It finds a permanent home in my bag now.&amp;nbsp; Sorry, Big Daddy.&amp;nbsp; I have a camera&amp;nbsp;fetish.&amp;nbsp; What can I say?&amp;nbsp; For some girls, it's shoes.&amp;nbsp; For me, it's cameras!&amp;nbsp; And, I want to pack all of my cameras around with me at all times.&amp;nbsp; I need options!&amp;nbsp; Speaking of options, now, I really want a great waterproof camera.&amp;nbsp; How cool is a waterproof camera?!!&amp;nbsp; COOLer than cool and I think I must have one.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is on&amp;nbsp;the LIST.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anway, as I wait, I notice that this place is so clean and well maintained.&amp;nbsp; They have a very friendly and helpful attendant on site full time.&amp;nbsp; I feel very safe and comfortable here.&amp;nbsp; I sat and read my book and watched the sudsy progress through the window.&amp;nbsp; To be honest, I quite enjoyed myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today's photo challenge was a simple one word challenge:&amp;nbsp; BAGS.&amp;nbsp; I looked down and my straw bag was at my feet.&amp;nbsp; My old good buddy, Natalie gave me this a while back.&amp;nbsp; Natalie and I had reconnected after&amp;nbsp; many years.&amp;nbsp; I love that girl.&amp;nbsp; In 1983, we became inseparable best friends&amp;nbsp;from the moment&amp;nbsp;we met.&amp;nbsp; She came to work in the membership and billing department where I worked.&amp;nbsp; Oh, we thought it was fate that brought us togethe to be bosom buddies for life.&amp;nbsp; We&amp;nbsp;realized that we are one day apart in age and born in the same hospital.&amp;nbsp; We became fast friends.&amp;nbsp; I thought she was hilarious and the most fun person to hang out with in the whole world.&amp;nbsp; She appreciated my fashion sense&amp;nbsp;and I immediately became her stylist.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was so proud of her because&amp;nbsp;she went from country girl to&amp;nbsp;80's&amp;nbsp;fabulous!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You better believe, we pranced around in our pointy toed pumps EVERYDAY&amp;nbsp;and thought we&amp;nbsp;were 'IT'.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our's and Cyndi Lauper's motto&amp;nbsp;was "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Flash forward 25 years...bunyon pain....need I say more?&amp;nbsp;ouch...No more prancing!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGte2_D-ytI/AAAAAAAAB1o/Ckp29RwGvF0/s1600/P1010902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGte2_D-ytI/AAAAAAAAB1o/Ckp29RwGvF0/s400/P1010902.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So much for&amp;nbsp;the flashback to&amp;nbsp;the 80's and back to&amp;nbsp;the present day laundromat scene.&amp;nbsp; I loved the dynamic blue/white flooring.&amp;nbsp; I took the picture above and posted&amp;nbsp; for my challenge 'BAGS'&amp;nbsp;pic.&amp;nbsp; I had to laugh last night at Nelson, my goofy bro-in-law. He told me it looked like a flower pot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;hehee.&amp;nbsp; He has a point. :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love this straw bag.&amp;nbsp; Not only can&amp;nbsp;it carry&amp;nbsp;my point and shoot,&amp;nbsp;it can easily tote&amp;nbsp;my Nikon d90 as well.&amp;nbsp; If I wanted, I could throw in my d5000, and maybe a couple lenses,&amp;nbsp;include a couple accessory flashes.&amp;nbsp; And don't let me turn around to&amp;nbsp;grab my first dslr which&amp;nbsp;was a Sony A200 with&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;3 favorite Sony mount lenses.&amp;nbsp; After all, &amp;nbsp;I can't leave out the Fuji S800&amp;nbsp;which was my first slr type camera that I absolutely loved&amp;nbsp; .... (all part my desire to carry my entire camera&amp;nbsp;accumulation referred to above).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I forgot to mention the tripod and reflectors that stay in my vehicle.&amp;nbsp; Am I nuts?&amp;nbsp; I keep telling myself simplicity is best.&amp;nbsp; But, I don't&amp;nbsp;listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGte6uyhLxI/AAAAAAAAB1w/2JYu5wFMf9s/s1600/P1010911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGte6uyhLxI/AAAAAAAAB1w/2JYu5wFMf9s/s200/P1010911.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally, the tuffet for the doggy princesses was dry a poofy once again &amp;amp; I am&amp;nbsp; going home.&amp;nbsp; uhhhh...well, not quite yet....&amp;nbsp; I WAS going home but ended up talking with Tracie and she told me to come meet up with Sherrie, Mrs. Frances and Julie at the Whistle Stop.&amp;nbsp; I took the detour toward the coffee shop.&amp;nbsp; I want to visit with Sherrie as much as possible while she is in town.&amp;nbsp; We visited and laughed and talked about...'You Name It'...everything!&amp;nbsp; I have a big idea that I discussed with the girls.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It is still in he 'I'm thinking&amp;nbsp;it over' stage right now.&amp;nbsp; I can't unleash it just yet.&amp;nbsp;But hopefully it will come together soon....TBD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGu84_-Vr3I/AAAAAAAAB2A/SDLFKBw6D4A/s1600/DSC_4990+bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGu84_-Vr3I/AAAAAAAAB2A/SDLFKBw6D4A/s320/DSC_4990+bw.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When I first walked in, Mrs. Frances was ordering her sandwich and coffee.&amp;nbsp; I whipped out my big camera...Pow...shutter snap and the&amp;nbsp;FLASH lit&amp;nbsp;up the room&amp;nbsp;!&amp;nbsp; Mrs. Frances turned around surprised and I heard the lady behind her say, "Am I going to be in the newspaper?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We all&amp;nbsp;laughed.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I should have&amp;nbsp;warned them,&amp;nbsp;"MamaRazi is in the Hizay!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGu8DzW0iHI/AAAAAAAAB14/aXEMnOI-NAs/s1600/coffee+shop+bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGu8DzW0iHI/AAAAAAAAB14/aXEMnOI-NAs/s320/coffee+shop+bw.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGtjjoye1ZI/AAAAAAAAB10/7fnWIqU9Xak/s1600/glamour+girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGtjjoye1ZI/AAAAAAAAB10/7fnWIqU9Xak/s640/glamour+girls.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Hey yall, Strike a Glamour&amp;nbsp;Chicks in the Rain pose!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Divalicious Coffee House Chic&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; !!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks girls.&amp;nbsp; Let's do it again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-3270645135375021037?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/3270645135375021037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/laundromat-visit-on-this-rainy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/3270645135375021037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/3270645135375021037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/laundromat-visit-on-this-rainy-day.html' title='Laundromat visit on this Rainy day...'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGte3-Q7mCI/AAAAAAAAB1s/geycV72LOBA/s72-c/P1010909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-7153981845001779985</id><published>2010-08-17T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:12:09.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb and Sherrie came home to celebrate our nephew's 6th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGtdKsgk9ZI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/b0dPe6CuwCc/s1600/DSC_4923.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGtdKsgk9ZI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/b0dPe6CuwCc/s400/DSC_4923.1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGtanzHR49I/AAAAAAAAB1I/OIPWLySOMaU/s1600/DSC_4940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGtanzHR49I/AAAAAAAAB1I/OIPWLySOMaU/s400/DSC_4940.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Our Caleb and his mama,&amp;nbsp;Sherrie,&amp;nbsp;(Terry's baby sis) came home to celebrate Caleb's birthday this year!&amp;nbsp; We were all so excited to see them.&amp;nbsp; They live about 12 hours away and we miss them dearly.&amp;nbsp; When the family found out that we get to celebrate Caleb's big 6th birthday, we were very happy.&amp;nbsp; The plan was to go to Pappi's Fajita Factory in Denham Springs.&amp;nbsp; We got a gigantor table for 18!&amp;nbsp; Of course, we enjoyed the great food and loud, raucous birthday fun.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Caleb opened his gifts and gave big squeezy hugs all around to thank everyone for coming to his party.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGtatgAMbJI/AAAAAAAAB1U/UuU1gmhYoyY/s1600/DSC_4959.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGtatgAMbJI/AAAAAAAAB1U/UuU1gmhYoyY/s400/DSC_4959.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy, Happy Birthday Caleb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-7153981845001779985?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/7153981845001779985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/caleb-and-sherrie-came-home-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7153981845001779985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7153981845001779985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/caleb-and-sherrie-came-home-to.html' title='Caleb and Sherrie came home to celebrate our nephew&apos;s 6th Birthday!'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGtdKsgk9ZI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/b0dPe6CuwCc/s72-c/DSC_4923.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-9078226648348339933</id><published>2010-08-17T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T10:03:52.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite line from the clip "...isolate and crush the secular, socialist left..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=qtjfMjjce2Y"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=qtjfMjjce2Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with this man.&amp;nbsp; Do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-9078226648348339933?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/9078226648348339933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/favorite-line-from-clip-isolate-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/9078226648348339933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/9078226648348339933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/favorite-line-from-clip-isolate-and.html' title='favorite line from the clip &quot;...isolate and crush the secular, socialist left...&quot;'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-4608160273936152716</id><published>2010-08-10T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T05:20:11.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bride and Her Photog in Action at Louisiana's Old State Capital Building</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGE-mJB_xJI/AAAAAAAAB0s/kDTEjOpkADY/s1600/bride+%26+photog+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" mx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGE-mJB_xJI/AAAAAAAAB0s/kDTEjOpkADY/s640/bride+%26+photog+1.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGE_FSfJ63I/AAAAAAAAB08/cjcvLKSWXS8/s1600/bride+%26+photog+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGE_FSfJ63I/AAAAAAAAB08/cjcvLKSWXS8/s400/bride+%26+photog+3.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When&amp;nbsp;Brandilyn and I visited the Old State Capital Buildings in Baton Rouge, I noticed a female portrait photographer and her subject on the steps&amp;nbsp;leading to the&amp;nbsp;front&amp;nbsp; entryway.&amp;nbsp; As we entered the building, we walked around to the spiral stairway.&amp;nbsp; There, we&amp;nbsp;caught a glimpse of&amp;nbsp;a beautiful bridal session in progress.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After ambling&amp;nbsp;around downstairs, Brandi and I&amp;nbsp; made our way up the spiral staircase to the second floor.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Again, we happened upon&amp;nbsp;the photographer capturing his bridal portraits.&amp;nbsp; This time they were&amp;nbsp;in the ballroom.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I asked him if I could take&amp;nbsp;their picture.&amp;nbsp; He kinda laughed and said that he prefers to be "behind" the camera.&amp;nbsp; Hey, I hear that!&amp;nbsp; I think that behind the lens might be my secret motive to become&amp;nbsp;a photographer.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I posted&amp;nbsp; a few snapshots of the shoot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I asked him for contact information so that I could email the files to him.&amp;nbsp; He quickly gave me a business card.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I would have loved to find out more about who he is &amp;amp; talk all day about photography.&amp;nbsp; But,I couldn't hold him up, he had work to do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well, this morning, I remembered that I had placed&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;his card in the side pocket of my purse.&amp;nbsp; I decided that I needed to honor my promise and send him the pics.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I went to his site, I was blown away.&amp;nbsp; He really has done an amazing job with his web page.&amp;nbsp; More importantly, his photography is incredible and inspiring.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed cruising around his site and gobbling up all his tips.&amp;nbsp; I noticed that he is offering a Mentorship Workshop in the Baton Rouge area.&amp;nbsp; The next one available is in November.&amp;nbsp; I would love to participate in that workshop.&amp;nbsp; Since, my birthday is November 3rd, maybe I can call it my b-day present to myself!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you would like to check out his work go to &lt;a href="http://www.markeric.net/"&gt;http://www.markeric.net/&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; He is based in the area of Alexandria, LA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGE-2An3XCI/AAAAAAAAB00/50d7CAggDtc/s1600/bride+%26+photog+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" mx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGE-2An3XCI/AAAAAAAAB00/50d7CAggDtc/s640/bride+%26+photog+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-4608160273936152716?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/4608160273936152716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/bride-and-her-photog-in-action-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/4608160273936152716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/4608160273936152716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/bride-and-her-photog-in-action-at.html' title='Bride and Her Photog in Action at Louisiana&apos;s Old State Capital Building'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TGE-mJB_xJI/AAAAAAAAB0s/kDTEjOpkADY/s72-c/bride+%26+photog+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-6264923739724939545</id><published>2010-08-08T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T21:19:12.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands, Helping Hands...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TF92AomM16I/AAAAAAAAB0c/jbMvTjUcA_I/s1600/hands+cropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TF92AomM16I/AAAAAAAAB0c/jbMvTjUcA_I/s400/hands+cropped.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hands, Helping hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I don't know about you but old fashioned "barn raising" scenes in movies really move me. When I see people come together in a spirit of community &amp;amp; compassion, it really makes me believe...I believe in brotherhood. I believe together, we can move that mountain. So, this photo of my dad, uncle and brother's hands together helping with a family workday &amp;amp; house painting for my aging grandfather reminds me of an old song called He Ain't Heavy, He's my Brother.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PawPaw celebrated his 87th birthday earlier this year.&amp;nbsp; Although, he continues to live as&amp;nbsp;independently as possible,&amp;nbsp;the family joined forces and painted his house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think I can speak for the rest of the family and say, "He Ain't Heavy, He's Our PawPaw".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He Ain't Heavy, He's my Brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song by The Hollies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(B. Scott and B. Russell)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The road is long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;With many a winding turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leads us to who knows where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong enough to carry him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ain't heavy, he's my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His welfare is of my concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No burden is he to bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would not encumber me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ain't heavy, he's my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm laden at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm laden with sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That everyone's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't filled with the gladness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of love for one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long, long road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From which there is no return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're on the way to there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't weigh me down at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ain't heavy, he's my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ain't heavy, he's my brother...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-6264923739724939545?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/6264923739724939545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/hands-helping-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/6264923739724939545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/6264923739724939545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/hands-helping-hands.html' title='Hands, Helping Hands...'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TF92AomM16I/AAAAAAAAB0c/jbMvTjUcA_I/s72-c/hands+cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-652958451792236290</id><published>2010-08-07T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T09:15:10.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Workday at PawPaw John's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFd_jayf6nI/AAAAAAAAByc/MSXVRexjzrI/s1600/Airport+good-byes+for+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="268" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFd_jayf6nI/AAAAAAAAByc/MSXVRexjzrI/s400/Airport+good-byes+for+blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today's photo challenge:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A Single Window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had to run errands, pay bills and do some Monday stuff.&amp;nbsp; I grabbed my camera on the way out the door but did not find any inspiration for a photo to go with today's challenge subject.&amp;nbsp; That may be because when I saw the subject, I immediately remembered this sweet picture of my nephew.&amp;nbsp; I rode with his MawMaw, PawPaw and Aunt Tracie to bring&amp;nbsp;him and his mom&amp;nbsp;to the airport for their return home.&amp;nbsp; This photo is soooo precious to me.&amp;nbsp; He and his mama live in a different state and we do not get to see them as often as we would like.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So,&amp;nbsp;Caleb is&amp;nbsp;a big boy now and&amp;nbsp;his birthday is&amp;nbsp;this month.&amp;nbsp; The family is anxiously waiting for them to come home in a couple weeks.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We are excited to&amp;nbsp;celebrate&amp;nbsp;his B-day with him this year!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sherrie and Caleb, We can't wait to see ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-4387832065543729732?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/4387832065543729732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/airport-good-byes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/4387832065543729732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/4387832065543729732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/airport-good-byes.html' title='Airport Good-byes'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFd_jayf6nI/AAAAAAAAByc/MSXVRexjzrI/s72-c/Airport+good-byes+for+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-5940909413577749399</id><published>2010-08-01T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T05:20:18.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modified shelves to fit the 73" tv for the man cave!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFXtoqNn9mI/AAAAAAAAByU/4gZk-zAJ7AQ/s1600/Terry%27s+big+screen+tv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="217" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFXtoqNn9mI/AAAAAAAAByU/4gZk-zAJ7AQ/s400/Terry%27s+big+screen+tv.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry had to cut out some shelves from the built in bookcase unit so that he could fit his new tv! On Father's Day last month, the television flipper (him!) came across QVC selling this tv as a Today's Special Value. I told him to 'change that channel'! I am a recovering QVCaholic. He said, 'Wait, I want to hear what they have to say....' Minutes later he had me calling in the order for this 73" tv. When it arrived, we had some modifying to do. We set it up temporarily on a stand until last night when he could cut out the shelves. So, I was painting and staining to repair the patches at midnight last night. When I saw that my photo group's challenge for today was shelves, I told him to strike a pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smokey and the Bandit movie was on. See that hot spot on the screen? That is the hot spot from the flash. I thought it worked out that it looks almost like a huge headlight beam from the big truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFWTqK_InsI/AAAAAAAABxs/F3R5U1CJQNQ/s1600/Terry+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFWTqK_InsI/AAAAAAAABxs/F3R5U1CJQNQ/s400/Terry+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Terry asked me how much of my stuff actually needs to go back on the shelves.&amp;nbsp; He told me if I didn't hurry up and put my things back up, he was going to put his football paraphanalia up there.&amp;nbsp; With 2 daughters and me, he has lived in a girl world for a long time. &amp;nbsp;I think he is ready for a man cave.&amp;nbsp; Actually, this is the living room.&amp;nbsp; It would be super nice to build a cave for his retreat.&amp;nbsp; He would hibernate there I am most certain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Follow up:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jean Ann&amp;nbsp;(blog:&amp;nbsp;http://jakozlowski-athousandwords.blogspot.com/), asked a great question about the hot spot and how I was able to get&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;line up&amp;nbsp;with the headlights on the big truck image.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is my answer:&amp;nbsp; "Anytime, I tell my family members to 'go over there so I can get your picture...' and IF they decide to cooperate...I have to get that shot is 2.3 seconds or Its Over! If I take longer than that, I get eye rolls, shoulders thrown down in a huff, and looks that say "Would you hurry up and get this over with!" So, there is no time for creativity. I did a test shot with no flash and the tv picture was great, but all else was dark. Tried a couple different apertures but I knew I was going to lose my subject. So, I cranked it over to auto and let the pop flash fill up room. Timing of the two shots were deliberate. I wanted to have an iconic image on the tv screen and there was big ole Burt Reynolds, larger than life. I couldn't pass it up. Then, when I saw those big trucks rolling down the interstate, I knew I wanted that image too. Terry had no idea what I was getting excited about but I told him it was so cool. I knew I was getting the hot spot but, 'whatever'...ya know? So, when I downloaded the images, I noticed where the hot spot was on the trucker shot &amp;amp; thought, "HOT DANG!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, longer answer short, dumb luck. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-5940909413577749399?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/5940909413577749399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/modified-shelves-to-fit-73-tv-for-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/5940909413577749399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/5940909413577749399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/modified-shelves-to-fit-73-tv-for-man.html' title='Modified shelves to fit the 73&amp;quot; tv for the man cave!'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFXtoqNn9mI/AAAAAAAAByU/4gZk-zAJ7AQ/s72-c/Terry%27s+big+screen+tv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-3946312512716176288</id><published>2010-08-01T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T05:52:49.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandilyn and me - photo field trip to the State Capital</title><content type='html'>Brandilyn,&amp;nbsp;my niece,&amp;nbsp;went on a photo field trip with me to the State Capital a few days ago.&amp;nbsp; I had some resources that I needed to return to ELBA so I asked her if she wanted to ride with me.&amp;nbsp; Brandi is always so easy to be around.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, another place that I had in mind to visit was the Walker Museum.&amp;nbsp; I had seen that John Gallager's beautiful nature photography was currently on display.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When she jumped into my car, I handed her my Panansonic Lumix and told her she can take shots of anything that she finds interesting.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly me, I went to Walker and realized that I had not gotten the directions to the museum.&amp;nbsp; We stopped at the Police Station and they helped me with directions.&amp;nbsp; We finally found our destination&amp;nbsp;and went inside the small old house turned local museum.&amp;nbsp; They have really put together a very nice collection of artifacts.&amp;nbsp; I especially loved looking over all the old photos that are posted on huge display boards.&amp;nbsp; One in particular, piqued my imagination.&amp;nbsp; It looked like a WWII period photo in sepia coloring of a couple in love.&amp;nbsp; What I liked was&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;manner in which the man had his arms wrapped around his girl.&amp;nbsp; It was like he was&amp;nbsp;hugging her around the waist in that WWII kind of way.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;know, I know....hugging in a WWII kind of way?&amp;nbsp; That was&amp;nbsp;so silly and vague sounding to&amp;nbsp;try to describe it like that.&amp;nbsp; If you would see it, you&amp;nbsp;might know.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The way they were laughing into the camera was terrific also.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It made me want to attempt to recreate the vibe and style of that earlier era.&amp;nbsp; I find it so interesting how there is a certain 'flavor' about those old photos.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think my parents would very, very much enjoy browsing through this museum.&amp;nbsp; Lots of local interests there.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to go back and discover many more treasures.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left the Walker Museum, Brandi and I decided to go to the new State Capital tower lookout.&amp;nbsp; I had not been there since I was a little grade school kid.&amp;nbsp; Listen, I remember that school field trip and I didn't like it at all.&amp;nbsp; Oh my goodness,&amp;nbsp;walking up to the guard rail and feeling the sway was terrifying.&amp;nbsp; Dizzy!&amp;nbsp; All I wanted to do was sit down flat on the ground.&amp;nbsp; So,&amp;nbsp;almost 40&amp;nbsp;years later,&amp;nbsp;I went back to the tower lookout.&amp;nbsp; As we were riding the elevator to the 24th floor, I could feel that school kid apprehension rising up in me.&amp;nbsp; But, I decided that I could do this now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At floor 24, we had to catch&amp;nbsp;a different&amp;nbsp;elevator that went up to the tip-&amp;nbsp;top of&amp;nbsp;the tower.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ok, we made it.&amp;nbsp; I stepped out onto the landing and voila!&amp;nbsp; I did it!&amp;nbsp; It was not so bad.&amp;nbsp; Although, when I would walk around, I&amp;nbsp;kinda got a bit dizzy.&amp;nbsp; I asked Brandi if she felt it too.&amp;nbsp; She said she did.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFUaDD29QGI/AAAAAAAABw0/K7PZNQDXTGA/s1600/brandie+vintage+summer+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFUaDD29QGI/AAAAAAAABw0/K7PZNQDXTGA/s400/brandie+vintage+summer+copy.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFUaF_vOudI/AAAAAAAABw8/Bzk88NABwuM/s1600/vintage+summer+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFUaF_vOudI/AAAAAAAABw8/Bzk88NABwuM/s320/vintage+summer+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I took some pics of&amp;nbsp;Brandi.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Here she is&amp;nbsp;taking pics from the top of the State Capital&amp;nbsp;tower lookout.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The following pictures are Brandi's images.&amp;nbsp; To Bran, I think you have mad skill!&amp;nbsp; I love you and Happy Sweet 16 on Thursday, next week!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFUatDSgWmI/AAAAAAAABxE/5gjsPn-96JE/s1600/capital+grounds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFUatDSgWmI/AAAAAAAABxE/5gjsPn-96JE/s400/capital+grounds.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFUa2Ip-oGI/AAAAAAAABxU/Mwy-btZ-ODw/s1600/P1010852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFUa2Ip-oGI/AAAAAAAABxU/Mwy-btZ-ODw/s400/P1010852.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFW3Eue3YnI/AAAAAAAABx0/Exkyz2DQNUY/s1600/P1010870.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFW3Eue3YnI/AAAAAAAABx0/Exkyz2DQNUY/s400/P1010870.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFW3Gtzmr_I/AAAAAAAABx8/xhQZHB9JlN4/s1600/P1010872+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFW3Gtzmr_I/AAAAAAAABx8/xhQZHB9JlN4/s320/P1010872+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFW3PhcN2PI/AAAAAAAAByM/wEjPOfXCMHQ/s1600/P1010866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFW3PhcN2PI/AAAAAAAAByM/wEjPOfXCMHQ/s400/P1010866.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She took the picture of my reflection as I was studying the replica model of the Old State Capital Building in the glass case.&amp;nbsp; I saw my own reflection and was reminded of an photographer's interesting work that I had seen here:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://craftandvision.com/authors/eli-reinholdtsen/"&gt;http://craftandvision.com/authors/eli-reinholdtsen/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her name is &amp;nbsp;Eli Reinholdsten.&amp;nbsp; She sells a pdf version of her book Chasing Reflections. &amp;nbsp; She teaches technique to capture artistic reflections&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;photographs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had just seen the front cover of&amp;nbsp;Reinholdsten's advertised book this morning so it was fresh on my mind when I noticed my reflection.&amp;nbsp; I asked Brandilyn to try to capture the image.&amp;nbsp; At first, I could see her and the camera in the glass reflection.&amp;nbsp;I knew she would be in the picture and it would not be as effective.&amp;nbsp; So, I asked her to move around to the side until I did not see her camera reflection.&amp;nbsp; We laughed as she kept adjusting her position around the glass case in order to capture the right angle.&amp;nbsp; You can see the lady and son who walked into the room as we were experimenting. We just kept&amp;nbsp;going with our project.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was fun and&amp;nbsp;her photo turned out neat.&amp;nbsp; To me, when you catch&amp;nbsp;human reflections, sometimes&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;appears as an apparition. wooooooo....spooky.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I gotta say, "Great job, Bee-RaaN!"&amp;nbsp; :) Oh, yeah and congrats on that driving learner's permit!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I am going to purchase that pdf that I mentioned.&amp;nbsp; It is only $5.00.&amp;nbsp; I think that&amp;nbsp;it is great value and definitely worth a look see!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-3946312512716176288?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/3946312512716176288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/brandilyn-and-me-photo-field-trip-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/3946312512716176288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/3946312512716176288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/08/brandilyn-and-me-photo-field-trip-to.html' title='Brandilyn and me - photo field trip to the State Capital'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TFUaDD29QGI/AAAAAAAABw0/K7PZNQDXTGA/s72-c/brandie+vintage+summer+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-7517231706619025060</id><published>2010-07-27T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T13:27:37.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Maw Maw Irene's Coffee Milk (Café au lait)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TE-5WSixpQI/AAAAAAAABws/LZ6GVV-I9v4/s1600/cafe+au+lait.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TE-5WSixpQI/AAAAAAAABws/LZ6GVV-I9v4/s400/cafe+au+lait.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Daily Photo Challenge&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Stretchy &lt;br /&gt;July 27, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the stretchy challenge, I tried to get my husband to draw back the sling shot. He finally cooperated with a stipulation which was... "IF" I took his pic while sitting in the big boy chair as he was watching TV. Not alot of enthusiasm there. So, that was not really the image I was going for. Then, I looked around and remembered that I had flexi straws. They are a tiny bit stretchy, right? You know how one idea leads your imagination in all kinds of directions? Suddenly, I remembered my favorite drink when I was little kid. MawMaw Irene would fix me a big glass of sugary sweet coffee milk. She had this one certain green glass that was THE coffee milk glass for my brother and I. In good ole MawMaw style and for the special touch, she invariably plunked in a bent flexi straw. Well, actually she would put it in straight so that I could bend it over to hear that cranky sound.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oh, yeah. It was so delicious down to the last little slurrrrrrrrp! Lastly, I would turn the glass up and throw my head back to get that final tiny drop. What a simple treat but a memory in my heart forever. Now, I am nostaglic for the Sunday evening program I used to watch when I stayed with MawMaw...Wild Kingdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-7517231706619025060?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/7517231706619025060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/07/remembering-maw-maw-irene-coffee-milk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7517231706619025060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7517231706619025060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/07/remembering-maw-maw-irene-coffee-milk.html' title='Remembering Maw Maw Irene&amp;#39;s Coffee Milk (Café au lait)'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TE-5WSixpQI/AAAAAAAABws/LZ6GVV-I9v4/s72-c/cafe+au+lait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-2399025408417455941</id><published>2010-07-26T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T13:28:10.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry Buds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/michellesibleyphotography/4830114727/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/4830114727_92e9c0d9ab.jpg" style="border-bottom: #000000 2px solid; border-left: #000000 2px solid; border-right: #000000 2px solid; border-top: #000000 2px solid;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/michellesibleyphotography/4830114727/"&gt;laundry&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/michellesibleyphotography/"&gt;michelle*sibley&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TE48g9qipJI/AAAAAAAABwk/W_0QORv7ijQ/s1600/laundry+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TE48g9qipJI/AAAAAAAABwk/W_0QORv7ijQ/s320/laundry+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The photo challenge today was "Holes". I posted this picture. No, the subject of this photo is really not holes (even though the laundry basket has holes). Rather, I posted it because I liked it. To be honest, I don't know why really I like it so much. It is an ordinary simple life chore. For some reason, this moment of two young (mostly spoiled type) people working together on a menial task like hanging clothes&amp;nbsp; captured my imagination. Instead of telling them&amp;nbsp;how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hang all the blue towels together neatly on the front row....&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The blankets&amp;nbsp;should be hung straight and neat&amp;nbsp;by matching the corners before pinning them on the line. And, certainly if there are any underwear to hang, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I deliberately&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hang them on&amp;nbsp; the middle clothes line. Because, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; never on the front lest anyone can see them hanging front and center in clear view, or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;b)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; never hang undies on the back line&amp;nbsp;because the neighbors can see the unmentionables through the cracks in the fence!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;HUh? !!! The heck you say!&amp;nbsp;Do I&amp;nbsp;really think that&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;neighbors are going to peer at our underwear?&amp;nbsp; Hardly!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We have the sweetest neighbors we could ever hope for.&amp;nbsp; I'm just saying that thought crosses my mind and as a result, the unmentionables get tucked behind the bigger items.&amp;nbsp; Who really gives a flying poop-de-doo what our undies look like anyway?&amp;nbsp; Seriously, I did a Chester Cheetah head shake as I type this&amp;nbsp;because I realize how those silly little idiosynchysies can pop into our consciousness.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; OK, don't go getting all holier-than-thou on me...I know you have a few silly little hang ups too.&amp;nbsp; It is called being a human being.&amp;nbsp; We have to learn to call out those poison darts as they really are.&amp;nbsp; All lies from you know where!&amp;nbsp; Hang ups are hang ups whether&amp;nbsp; goofy like&amp;nbsp;the one I described&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;an ominous phobia that gives you night sweats.&amp;nbsp; Know what to do about that?&amp;nbsp; Shake, Shake, Shake it off and&amp;nbsp;start living!&amp;nbsp; About&amp;nbsp;any fear (or goofy hang up) ask yourself..."What is the worst thing that can happen?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Talk out the answer even if it is to&amp;nbsp;yourself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Usually, we can snap out of a hang up as quickly as we got trapped&amp;nbsp;if&amp;nbsp; we can realize a paradigm shift.&amp;nbsp; Go ahead, think of one of your silly hang ups.&amp;nbsp; If you can't think of one right now, some day when it pops up on you unexpectantly, I hope that you remember to do&amp;nbsp;your own Chester Cheatah head shake.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Rattle the rocks in&amp;nbsp;your head hard enough&amp;nbsp;to make you&amp;nbsp;get back on track with&amp;nbsp;what is real and important.&amp;nbsp;Real and important? &amp;nbsp;That would be living and loving friends and family.&amp;nbsp; Accepting people for who they are, warts and all.&amp;nbsp; Then, your own warts won't be so noticeable, even to yourself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I get off on a tangent or what?&amp;nbsp; I think I did.&amp;nbsp; So, I will hop back off my soap box...(pun intended)... and continue with my laundry story.&amp;nbsp; This is where I quickly realized that&amp;nbsp;I need to get over my useless idea of what is the right way to do a simple thing.&amp;nbsp; Also, I&amp;nbsp; figured, if they are going to volunteer to wash and hang the laundry, I should let them.&amp;nbsp; And, that I should also let them&amp;nbsp;do it however the heck they darned well please. And, so I did and so&amp;nbsp;they did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;shot a series of photos of Kayla and Trevor hanging towels and blankets in the backyard...no faces....just legs and shadows. Then, puppy Mia pops into the mix.&amp;nbsp; I like the anonymity of these.&amp;nbsp; It could be anybody, anywhere.&amp;nbsp; Also, the shadow play behind the pink blanket was&amp;nbsp;pretty cool.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TE48bIoiyMI/AAAAAAAABwc/YfRA7W1T5OA/s1600/laundry+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TE48bIoiyMI/AAAAAAAABwc/YfRA7W1T5OA/s400/laundry+3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;p.s.&amp;nbsp; Kayla walked up on me while I was working on this post.&amp;nbsp; She squinted her eyes and looked closer.&amp;nbsp; She said, "WHAT in the world?&amp;nbsp; Are those&amp;nbsp;MY legs sticking out?"&amp;nbsp; She just laughed and walked off.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-2399025408417455941?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/2399025408417455941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/07/laundry-buds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/2399025408417455941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/2399025408417455941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/07/laundry-buds.html' title='Laundry Buds'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/4830114727_92e9c0d9ab_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-7898664895758728431</id><published>2010-07-25T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:57:41.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthy Evening Shade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/michellesibleyphotography/4828797306/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4093/4828797306_0df6261c4b.jpg" style="border-bottom: #000000 2px solid; border-left: #000000 2px solid; border-right: #000000 2px solid; border-top: #000000 2px solid;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/michellesibleyphotography/4828797306/"&gt;earthy evening shade&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/michellesibleyphotography/"&gt;michelle*sibley&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, I posted to the Daily Photo Challenge. I really enjoy participating with a group of very encouraging and talented photographers. Every day a new challenge subject is posted. Today's topic was favorite color. I like lots of colors. I like to wear red. All bright colors and shades of blue remind me of water which is wonderful. Anyway, when it came time to decide on a a final image to post&amp;nbsp;that represents my choice of colors, I chose earth tones. I find that the older I get, the more earthy I have become. I appreciate nature and natural things more now than ever. Remember when you were a kid or even young adult? The most fun vacation idea would be a great amusement park or&amp;nbsp;some kind of physical&amp;nbsp;adventure,&amp;nbsp;right?&amp;nbsp;For me, it&amp;nbsp;was my choice. Now, at this stage in my life, I long to see the natural world and experience places that my eyes have never seen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Just last night, Terry and I talked about how we appreciate all the places we have been&amp;nbsp;and experienced.&amp;nbsp; But, we also were making a list of the places we&amp;nbsp;hope to visit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All of those places include unique landscapes with amazing natural views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In&amp;nbsp;the picture above, I captured the sun beginning to get low over the old oak trees at my husband's parent's home. I absolutely love those big swaths of golden highlight landing on the ground and tree on this evening. When I see that golden sun, I get so excited.&amp;nbsp; This is the color of my favorite time of the day.&amp;nbsp; I thought it created&amp;nbsp;a beautiful and peaceful scenario with the benches under the tree.&amp;nbsp; Yet, for me, the subject of this image is the earthy colors.&amp;nbsp; The greens, golds and warm brown tones are what attracts my attention.&amp;nbsp; When I posted&amp;nbsp;the image&amp;nbsp;to my flickr group for discussion, some of the comments made me smile. So many said&amp;nbsp;they thought this looked like a nice place to sit and relax or read a book. This was truly a great compliment because I knew that&amp;nbsp;my image evoked a certain mood as they pictured themselves in this very setting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-7898664895758728431?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/7898664895758728431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/07/earthy-evening-shade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7898664895758728431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/7898664895758728431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/07/earthy-evening-shade.html' title='Earthy Evening Shade'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4093/4828797306_0df6261c4b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-3125483506097150229</id><published>2010-07-23T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T07:35:34.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Trip to Covington Antique District</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TEp4FBj5zaI/AAAAAAAABvk/49mFYtHOZOc/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TEp4FBj5zaI/AAAAAAAABvk/49mFYtHOZOc/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mrs. Frances, Tracie, and me while having lunch on the sun porch of a restaurant named New Orleans Food and Spirits.&amp;nbsp;Below, is the entrance to the restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TEp4PbT8JwI/AAAAAAAABvs/5Tvqca8N6Lg/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TEp4PbT8JwI/AAAAAAAABvs/5Tvqca8N6Lg/s400/2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After lunch we strolled a block to the English Tea Room for a pot of steaming hot Earl Grey Cream and desserts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TEp4WgkfVrI/AAAAAAAABv0/37DWc0r65M0/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TEp4WgkfVrI/AAAAAAAABv0/37DWc0r65M0/s400/4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TEp4dIkEaNI/AAAAAAAABwE/hFvQJ6dGQgU/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TEp4dIkEaNI/AAAAAAAABwE/hFvQJ6dGQgU/s400/10.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TEp4aIjM1dI/AAAAAAAABv8/7bQkW_omELY/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TEp4aIjM1dI/AAAAAAAABv8/7bQkW_omELY/s400/8.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TEp4lGoKIdI/AAAAAAAABwM/GsIjYKwwZi4/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TEp4lGoKIdI/AAAAAAAABwM/GsIjYKwwZi4/s400/12.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The man seen in the picture above is the owner of the English Tea Room.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed his English accent and friendly personality.&amp;nbsp; I hope to go back again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Below, I posted a slideshow with all the images I captured from today's outing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5467774e7a45334e54453d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox photo album" height="303" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5467774e7a45334e54453d0d0a.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Create your own photo album - Powered by Smilebox" height="46" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Photo album customized with Smilebox&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3342362009385642509-3125483506097150229?l=michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/feeds/3125483506097150229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-trip-to-covington-antique-district.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/3125483506097150229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3342362009385642509/posts/default/3125483506097150229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesibleyphotopage.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-trip-to-covington-antique-district.html' title='Day Trip to Covington Antique District'/><author><name>michellesibley.com/blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529227725151477971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TEp4FBj5zaI/AAAAAAAABvk/49mFYtHOZOc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342362009385642509.post-7529952760598068562</id><published>2010-07-17T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T12:42:16.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Session with Felicia and Austin!</title><content type='html'>Well, it finally happened!&amp;nbsp; I met my December bride today and she is a doll.&amp;nbsp; Felicia asked me to be her wedding photographer about a couple months ago I think.&amp;nbsp; We have been wanting to get together for a face to face meeting but just never found the right time.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, we did talk on the phone for a good little while.&amp;nbsp; I was asking her questions about what she and Austin like to do together.&amp;nbsp; What does he like to do?&amp;nbsp; mud riding!&amp;nbsp; I didn't figure she would want engagement session caked in mud.&amp;nbsp; :-)&amp;nbsp; Then, I asked her&amp;nbsp;what she likes to do.&amp;nbsp; She said anything on the river.&amp;nbsp; Jet skiing is her thing!&amp;nbsp; So, I knew I had a couple of outdoorsy fun lovin' people.&amp;nbsp; What I was&amp;nbsp;trying to get&amp;nbsp;was inspiration ideas for the Engagement Session.&amp;nbsp; In the end, she came up with an excellent&amp;nbsp;idea to go to her PawPaw's land because he has a beautiful pond and wooded acerage.&amp;nbsp; Both of us got excited and made&amp;nbsp;a date for the photo shoot.&amp;nbsp; We could only hope for good weather.&amp;nbsp; Well, today finally arrived...photo shoot date.&amp;nbsp; The weather has been good all this week leading up to today.&amp;nbsp; So, when she called me yesterday to see if we are still on, I told her all was still a "go"!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as it happened the rain clouds starting rolling in at about the time that we were to meet up.&amp;nbsp; Man!&amp;nbsp; She called her PawPaw and he said it was sunny at his house so we made the decision to give it a try.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Terry went along to help me with lighting.&amp;nbsp; So, he drove his truck.&amp;nbsp; As he was following behind Austin's truck to PawPaw's land, the bottom fell out and the rain poured down on us.&amp;nbsp; ooooh!&amp;nbsp; It was looking pretty ominous.&amp;nbsp; We kept going though and ended up coming out of the rain as we got closer to our destination.&amp;nbsp; Oh, goodie.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was happy because I though we were&amp;nbsp;going to slip by the rain.&amp;nbsp; Wouldn't you know, as soon as we drove up to her PawPaw's front door, the rain started.&amp;nbsp; So, we took shelter on his front porch and decided to do a wait and see.&amp;nbsp; The rain seemed to ease up for us so we decided that since we drove all this way, we wanted to get in a few shots.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;No time for chit chat...it was a rapid fire photo shoot!&amp;nbsp; We managed to take some photos by the pretty trees and worked&amp;nbsp;our way down to the pond.&amp;nbsp; Felicia asked if they should do a different outfit.&amp;nbsp; I told her sure.&amp;nbsp; We walked back up to the house so they could change clothes.&amp;nbsp; I'm telling you, as soon as we stepped up onto the porch the bottom fell out.&amp;nbsp; We all looked at each other and said we thought the rain was set in.&amp;nbsp; We didn't really think it was going to let up for a while.&amp;nbsp; I packed up my gear and Terry and I got rain soaked as we ran back to our truck.&amp;nbsp; All in all,&amp;nbsp;we had&amp;nbsp;a wham, bam, thank you mam, get'er done in record time Engagement Session.&amp;nbsp; But, the images I captured show a couple very much in love.&amp;nbsp; And I am proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out their gorgous E-Session.&amp;nbsp; Press Pause on Playlist Music above.&amp;nbsp; Play Smilebox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5463354e6a41304e44633d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" height="303" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5463354e6a41304e44633d0d0a.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" height="46" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TEBqWdYISZI/AAAAAAAABuU/SY80zx5UBdA/s1600/001+Collage+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4kjhccsQGs/TEBqWdYISZI/AAAAAAAABuU/SY80zx5UBdA/s640/001+Collage+(1).jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Oh, what a wonderful day today! First thing this morning, I decided to go browsing around the Antique Village. I had in mind that I would like to get some props for children's portraits such as small chair, etc... I happened upon some vintage hats. Oh, boy the wheels of inspiration started to churn. All of a sudden, I really, really want to do a series that I immediately titled "Pouty Parisian". Before, I could acomplish that, surely I would need some young girls willing to have some fun with me in a photo session. Well, I picked up several items and walked around the shop to make sure this is what I was willing to spend my money on. After thinking about all the stuff that I have in my closets, I decided to put them back. I knew that I didn't need to just collect stuff based on an idea. So, ho, hum...back on the shelf they went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div
