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There are times, like this morning, where this computer feels more like a curse than a blessing. I have SO MUCH to do, many many tasks, but instead I’m drawn to this bright shiny object to play and learn. Where is my focus??
» Posted By CameoRoze On 02.21.2012 @ 10:45 am
Last summer I fulfilled a dream of a lifetime. I went on a hot air balloon ride with my daughter. It was wonderful to glide over the town I went to college in. We actually touched down on the Snake River!
» Posted By CameoRoze On 02.19.2012 @ 3:06 pm
My favorite shelter? The arms of the man who loves me, cares for me, protects me. With a roof of our own over our head or not, we are home when together.
» Posted By CameoRoze On 02.18.2012 @ 7:43 pm
Sometimes my mind lets me do it, sometimes not. When I’m ON track, I can be sharp and witty and oh so fun. But when my mind refuses to track, I can’t even follow a simple conversation. It’s pretty sad when even a sitcom doesn’t make sense because my mind has slipped into a ditch.
» Posted By CameoRoze On 02.17.2012 @ 12:42 pm
When I was a third grader I was allowed to take my family’s slide projector to school to share this very cool program we had about ants. The show as a hit with my classmates. Unfortunately, the darn projector was incredibly heavy, and I was required to walk it to and from school along with my regular book bag and lunch pack. It was pretty cumbersome. My teacher saw me struggling with it on the way home, took mercy on me, and gave me a ride. I was really grateful, but also a little nervous about accepting a ride from a teacher. I didn’t know teachers did normal things like drive cars, eat, or go to the bathroom.
» Posted By CameoRoze On 02.17.2012 @ 10:27 am
I’m an expert. Well, in my own way. I know how to light up, turn on the charm. Yes, even in this overly-fluffy 50something body I can still make heads turn. And it’s not ALL about the big bazzombas. In fact, I cover them up and let my face capture his attention, be the focus of the flirtation.
» Posted By CameoRoze On 02.15.2012 @ 11:39 am
It’s black. And white. And red all over. And it’s not a newspaper. That would be read all over, silly. And it’s not a zebra caught in a spilled can of paint. And it’s not that nun … oh. wait. What’s the clue again? Oh, yeah. That embarrassed nun!
» Posted By CameoRoze On 02.14.2012 @ 12:43 pm
One of the proudest days of my life … the day my husband adopted my two daughters. I didn’t really know what to expect in family court. The judge. Our attorney. Taking the stand. Pledging that my husband will make a GREAT daddy for my two girls. And he pledged, too. And we became a family with ONE last name.
» Posted By CameoRoze On 02.09.2012 @ 12:12 pm
Fond memory. Newly separated. Two babies. No car. Had to get from there to here. Blanket. Red wagon. Two little girls. Off we go.
» Posted By CameoRoze On 02.01.2012 @ 12:58 pm
I so recall the festivals surrounding May 1st, and the crowning of the statue of Mary. One of the 8th grade girls got to dress in white and carry the May crown and place it on the statue’s head. The statue was carried onto the baseball diamond, the hurricane fencing surrounding home plate filled with tissues in various colors, spelling out “Mary, Queen of Heaven.”
» Posted By CameoRoze On 01.31.2012 @ 11:30 am
She has a sparkling personality. When she walks into a room, the air changes, electrifies. People notice her smile, her energy, her light. Her laugh is like bubbles rising. Marilyn-like!
» Posted By CameoRoze On 01.11.2012 @ 2:07 pm
They say money is the root of all evil. I don’t believe it. I think oil is. At least in this day and age. The fight for oil is what fuels so many of the wars in the world today. Looking forward to the time when we find a different source of energy that keeps us out of the sands of the middle east.
» Posted By CameoRoze On 01.07.2012 @ 4:48 pm
They say that families are cheaper by the dozen. Don’t you believe it. Though I admit, we didn’t *quite* get there since there are only 11 siblings in my family. But it’s not cheap. It IS full of hand-me-downs, though. I’d know. I was the youngest girl. :-(
» Posted By CameoRoze On 01.06.2012 @ 12:23 pm
My very favorite apron is shades of pink and maroon and covered in a cupcake print! My dear friend Vicki sent it to me because, in a group we are both in, my nickname was “Cupcake” for a time. Good memories. :)
» Posted By CameoRoze On 01.05.2012 @ 11:13 am
Hate ’em in my sock, those pesky thorns. Just walking out in the back yard would find them jumping up and hitching a ride on my anklets. I wore nylon socks way back then. The thorns were gruesome torturers who would not release their burrs without pulling thin threads of nylon with them.
» Posted By CameoRoze On 01.04.2012 @ 11:43 am
My grandmother’s old trunk was made of cedar, smelled like old people, and looked like a coffin. My mom kept old quilts in it. My brothers hid there when playing Hide N Seek.
» Posted By CameoRoze On 01.03.2012 @ 1:09 pm
One of the most difficult jobs I’ve ever held was executor and trustee of my parents estate. So much stuff to dispose of. So much diplomacy needed when dealing with other family members. So much heartache when it seems like money is more important than relationships.
» Posted By CameoRoze On 12.31.2011 @ 4:00 pm
The simplest shape of Christmas tree ever.
Just be careful adding lights to the spines.
» Posted By CameoRoze On 12.29.2011 @ 5:15 pm
I don’t know how they do it … live in the desert. I don’t understand people that go there on purpose … be around all those lights, all that commotion on the Strip … but it’s where my daughter CHOSE to live. I hate visiting her there. I need the mountains, the forests, the lakes and river.
» Posted By CameoRoze On 12.28.2011 @ 1:31 pm
Where’s the whipped cream?
It’s in the fridge. In the can. We got the squirty kind.
Oh, good. I like that stuff.
:: pops the lid off, tilts head back, puts pressure on nozzle ::
Oh, shit! That went right up my nose!
» Posted By CameoRoze On 12.27.2011 @ 6:07 pm
He was an artist. The way he carved the turkey was poetry in motion.
Nah. I’m kidding. He hacked that poor bird up! The legs and thighs strewn in one direction. The wings splayed. The breast was just a mess, cut WITH the grain instead of against it. Made it all stringy and not that much fun to eat.
But the skin! Mmmmm. All crispy and golden. THAT was worth eating!
» Posted By CameoRoze On 12.26.2011 @ 12:01 pm
Hurry! Com’on! Get a move on! It’s almost here …we want to be ready! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Christmas is coming. I talked to Santa at the mall. He told me all his reindeer are female and ready to do the hard work of haulin’ toys. Hurry! Get that tree up. Hang the stockings. Put out the cookies. It’s time! It’s time!!!
» Posted By CameoRoze On 12.22.2011 @ 2:09 pm
That’s what the counselor called it. Flooding. It’s the term she used when my emotions would bubble up to the top and boil over as streams of tears. I couldn’t get my words out. I’d hold my breath, trying to control the onslaught of hurt and anguish. I would get so flooded with emotions from my pat that finding the present moment and calm was impossible.
» Posted By CameoRoze On 12.21.2011 @ 5:46 pm
Dusk is a great time of day to go outside and take photographs. As the shadows lengthen with the sun low on the horizon, some lovely light whisks through leaves and over faces.
» Posted By CameoRoze On 12.20.2011 @ 7:52 pm
Thunder!! Big winds, lightening strikes lighting up the whole Clearwater valley. And rolling, booming, thunder!
I stood on the hill, overlooking the confluence of the Snake and Clearwater. My arms outstretched, I tried to catch the sound and fury.
» Posted By CameoRoze On 12.19.2011 @ 1:52 pm
Oh, the view from atop 4th of July pass! On a clear day, seeing the lake in all its glory. The panorama of the Palouse in the distance.
» Posted By CameoRoze On 12.17.2011 @ 12:20 pm
You did it. It’s YOUR fault. You manipulated the truth to try and save your skin. And in the doing, you blemished my reputation. The thing is, “truth will out.” The real me is so much more than your skewed image of me. I never claim perfection. I do claim my own honesty.
» Posted By CameoRoze On 12.16.2011 @ 11:49 am
Alas, my love, you do me wrong
to cast me off discourteously
And I have loved you oh so long
delighting in your company
Greensleeves was all my joy
and Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
and who but my Lady Greensleeves
:: must be Christmas music running through my head ::
» Posted By CameoRoze On 12.15.2011 @ 12:03 pm
I loved teaching my little girls body parts. When they were just toddlers, they were such little sponges. It was easy asking for hair, eyes, hands, legs, toes, arms, etc. But then I’d ask, “Where is your clavicle?” “Where is your throat?” “Where is your temple?”
» Posted By CameoRoze On 12.14.2011 @ 12:57 pm
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In vocal class, I was taught how to stretch the soft palette in order to sing higher and softer. I loved learning how to manipulate and train my voice. My vocal recital at the end of my senior year was a life highlight.
» Posted By CameoRoze On 12.13.2011 @ 2:22 pm