tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73305715491314122402024-03-13T03:21:13.064-04:00Dancing In The Rain.Coyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04707336544943335558noreply@blogger.comBlogger652125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330571549131412240.post-90145507537502237972013-02-08T11:17:00.004-05:002013-02-08T11:17:46.005-05:00This is my January Art Journal Signature ... For me January was a time spent reflecting on where I've been, where I'm going and celebrating family ... Many of my pages are unfinished but I'm ok with that. Life moves so fast and I find my inspiration from my day to day life ... it's impossible for me to keep up the way I want to in my journal because I'm to busy living the moments I want to record.<br />
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My intention for the new year is creating more energy and I have decided that being ok with things not compleat is part of keeping theenergy and momentum rolling. Maybe one day when I'm older and have nothing else to do I can come back and finish these pages.<br />
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Coyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04707336544943335558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330571549131412240.post-4413435776223967032012-10-02T08:18:00.001-04:002012-10-02T09:05:24.141-04:00Celebrating Maelei's 3rd Birthday ...And My new Morning Routine.<br />
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My oldest Granddaughter turns 3 today ... her Mommy took off work so the two of them can go out and play ... play ... play! The baby will go to daycare and Grandma (still can’t believe that's me) will be going out to finish up some shopping for her actual Birthday Party on Sunday. I painted the gift box top right, inside is the cutest Rapunzel (she and I love Rapunzel) shirt and little leggins that she will wear today with her brand new twinkle toe sketchers that her Aunt Reecie bought. I'm kind of ready for her to wake up! <br />
The photo on the left is my new morning routine (at least on workdays) unless I can decide on something equally nutritious this will be my go to on workday mornings. I would like to do the same for lunches ... find something nutritious, beautiful and easy to feed the body and nourish the soul at lunchtime on work days.<br />
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I must say … I've never enjoyed a bowl of oats more than I am enjoying this one right now ... I think I will go thrift store hopping to look for the most beautiful bowl I can find to eat my morning oats and raisins from. Will also go shopping for berries and such so I can mix it up a bit but really the raisins are perfect.<br />
Hope some of you may decide to play along as we begin what I would like to call " Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food game" or maybe we could call it "beautiful nourishment that comes from the earth or has a mother" ... any other ideas?<br />
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I finally finished working on my name page... As you can imagine with a name like Coy I have been asked a million times “Is that spelled Koi?” The answer is No, I was named after my Grandmother Coy Golden Slaton not a fish, my name is Coy Lynn Slaton with a name like Coy you don't have much need for nick names this one is as easy and unique as it gets. (I was in my 40's before I ever met another Coy) to date I have met two. I like the Golden Carp that is now in my art journal.<br />
Lady Chaos on the bottom left is an unfinished paint over I was having trouble relating to her actually ... for the most part I am a pretty organized person, at work I get paid for my organizational skills, no choice. At home I prioritize according to my own personal priorities something like this:<br />
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* The kitchen is a common area and has to be kept clean, everyone is responsible because we all hate cleaning built up messy dishes and we like a clean slate when it is time to cook. The refrigerator on the other hand could use a good cleaning and scrubbing but ... I would rather be painting, editing photos, reading etc.<br />
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* A clean bathroom is a priority for me, I take a bath every day and only settle for a quick shower when I don't leave myself enough time for a bath. I get up at 5:40 am and don't leave the house until 7:00am I like to have time to get things done and take a nice hot bath before work. I do share my bathroom with my daughter and granddaughter right now, the ABC's, the princesses and the singing bubble maker thing don't bother me much as long as they are not all over the floor.<br />
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* I would rather paint, read, write process photos etc than do certain things like washing my car, scrubbing the grout, weeding the flower beds, organizing my media room which happens to be where I sleep.<br />
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* I pay my bills on time, I don't like doing it so I have all of them on auto pay I never write a check or see my bank ... life is good.<br />
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* I answer over 100 emails a day at work, not so much at home. I depend on text messages from those who are important, I limit the amount of personal information I consider important.<br />
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* The junk mail pile tends to build up at my house until I have time to process and shred, again I have discontinued much of the paper priorities that once bogged me down. I take care of things on line so most of my mail is junk mail, I sort the priority stuff as it comes in the important mail almost never sees the junk mail pile.<br />
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* The bowl of vitamins above .... to much ... just to much! I fill the bowl and take them throughout the day, if it takes two or more days for me to finish them, so be it .... it's better than taking none at all, right?<br />
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* Instead of Lady Chaos I was thinking of my procrastination more this week as a separate part of me, so I started painting two parts of me, light and dark (image in the middle on the bottom it's not complete, I just laid down first coat of color). I think creative people have to procrastinate at times otherwise you would never find yourself in the zone ... you know the one ... the one where you must have tunnel vision to complete your task and whatever you are working on becomes all consuming. I doubt Mozart, Picasso, Monet, Hemmingway or Matisse were meticulous house keepers. Seriously ... how can one create their great work at the same time they are tending to all of the details of their lives? Something has to be put on the back burner, trick is I think to know what your priorities are and even when they are on the back burner ... stir them frequently.<br />
* The photo middle top is of the sewing machine I bought 4 years ago, I have never even opened the box. I want to ... oh how I want to learn to sew and Suzie is making me think about it all over again. The photo top right is the stuff I took off of the desk above the sewing machine before I took the photo because I wouldn't have wanted any of you seeing how cluttered it was. In retrospect, I wish I would have taken a photo before and after I cleared the desk off, It only took 8 minutes. This got me to thinking of a challenge ... what if we or just I take time this week to photograph the areas that need attention in our lives. For me, it's the dusty car that needs a bath and a vacuum, the cabinet under the bathroom sink, the summer clutter in my car trunk that needs to be put away and the media room ... oh the media room. Maybe taking photos and preparing them for posting would be motivation enough to stir some of these things that have been on the back burner a little too long.<br />
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The image bottom right is of my grandaughter ... we are taking more time to smell the roses and watch these little girls grow these days. Thats priority right now.<br />
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The avacados in the back yard are almost ready. I know they are high in fat but it is unsaturated fat, the good heart healthy kind. I've collected over 80 beautiful avacado recipes on pintrest while I've been waiting for the avacados to mature, it takes months and months you know. This is only the third year the tree has had fruit, last year stormy weather early in the season knocked most of them off of the tree when they were still very small. This year ... we have a bumper crop.<br />
I love Hass avacados from California, really I do. Chipotle uses Hass in their guacomoli and to me there is not many things much better than that. But ... the Florida Avacado is huge, it is bright green with shiney skin and is sooooo good with a little salt and pepper. With all these avcados on the way I did double check the health benifits mostly to see how much is to much of a good thing, I was delighted to find that 1/2 a avacado daily would not be to much. I also read ...<br />
"Avacados are a good source of fiber, potassium, and vitamins C,K, folate, and B6. Half an avocado has 160 calories, 15 grams of heart-healthy unsaturated fat, and only 2 grams saturated fat. One globe contains more than one-third daily value of vitamin C, and more than half the day’s requirements of vitamin K". (source - Web MD). I'm going to print one of these photos (with Pogo) to go in my planner, I would like to make it a goal to take a photo a day with my Nikon this month.<br />
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Coyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04707336544943335558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330571549131412240.post-70534094949283086202012-09-01T12:18:00.001-04:002012-09-01T12:18:40.754-04:00September When It Comes ...Wow ... I'm not a huge "Country Music Fan" but I was deeply touched by this video this week while preparing for September to come. Maybe it's because I turned 50 a couple months ago and the aging process is on my mind, I'm not sure but I was compelled to I look it up again this morning and thought I would share now that September 2012 has come.<br />
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Coyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04707336544943335558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330571549131412240.post-86724542884336834232012-08-26T21:25:00.002-04:002012-08-27T17:12:36.474-04:00100 Things About Me #63 - I Live In South Florida And Hurricanes Are Common Place<br />
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The photo below is of my two Granddaughters, they moved home from Atlanta in December with their Mommy. Actually Marleia, the little one was not born yet but she is here now and together they keep us really busy.<br />
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I've been thinking a bit about blogging again, being away for a while has been a good thing maybe starting from scratch can spark a new creative outlet for me. Today, I just wanted to see if I could figure out how to post a photo and create a new post with all of the changes that have taken place.<br />
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<br />Coyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04707336544943335558noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330571549131412240.post-61197846544267884262010-08-02T21:47:00.000-04:002012-08-23T23:19:31.667-04:00100 Things About Me # 61 ... There Is Nothing I Love More Than My Son<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2xbSt2XUWg/TFd1YT10q7I/AAAAAAAAQLY/WcuQu03vj3M/s1600/Scan71NM.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500994530359684018" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2xbSt2XUWg/TFd1YT10q7I/AAAAAAAAQLY/WcuQu03vj3M/s400/Scan71NM.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 310px;" /></a><br />
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Coyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04707336544943335558noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330571549131412240.post-2536977716285044952010-08-01T12:58:00.001-04:002012-08-23T23:16:08.683-04:00100 Things About Me #60 ... I've Known Unrequited Love<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2xbSt2XUWg/TFWoEKHvApI/AAAAAAAAQLE/yUTE2qICKs4/s1600/new+direction.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500487309292667538" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2xbSt2XUWg/TFWoEKHvApI/AAAAAAAAQLE/yUTE2qICKs4/s400/new+direction.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 308px;" /></a><br />
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Okay Maybe unrequited is not the right word, but I know what it's like to love someone very deeply and to realize that I'm not being loved back the adequate amount. I know he loves me ... and he does do his awkward best it's just not enough for me, never will be. He does not know how to love the way I need to be loved. </div>
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Coyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04707336544943335558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330571549131412240.post-23695460500881834922010-07-27T00:59:00.001-04:002012-08-23T23:07:43.161-04:00100 Things About Me #58 I've been Known To Slay Dragons ...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2xbSt2XUWg/TE5n1QKfPqI/AAAAAAAAQKQ/3s4TyiLu6HU/s1600/Scan5.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498446359635639970" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2xbSt2XUWg/TE5n1QKfPqI/AAAAAAAAQKQ/3s4TyiLu6HU/s400/Scan5.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 292px;" /></a><br />
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Coyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04707336544943335558noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330571549131412240.post-10201592875030410212010-07-16T12:43:00.001-04:002012-08-23T23:06:38.968-04:00100 Things About Me #57 ... I'm Not Always Open To Change<div>
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Coyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04707336544943335558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330571549131412240.post-16776196684370168542010-06-09T10:13:00.011-04:002012-08-23T22:07:10.159-04:00100 Things About Me # 55 ... Art Night Is One Of My Favorite Girls Night Traditions<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2xbSt2XUWg/TA-ngBxUtBI/AAAAAAAAQIc/9Yingpgjffo/s1600/100_5148.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480783440206148626" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2xbSt2XUWg/TA-ngBxUtBI/AAAAAAAAQIc/9Yingpgjffo/s400/100_5148.JPG" style="display: block; height: 237px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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I told Karen about David’s new job and about his new schedule, she wasn’t really in the mood to be extra supportive, the conversation just kind of drifted across the table as we were both focused on what we were painting. She did look up for a minute though, when I mentioned that the shift in schedule had me pretty out of sorts and that maybe it was time to consider moving on. </div>
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She abruptly said “Move on to what? Going online and to singles dances like Becky?” I replied “Absolutly not” “OK then” she said as we both went back to what we were doing. That was supportive enough for the moment. Of course it’s not time to move on, it’s just time to make some adjustments.</div>
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Coyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04707336544943335558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330571549131412240.post-83374481171997687702010-06-04T07:59:00.009-04:002012-08-23T22:04:45.828-04:00100 Things About Me # 54 ... Thursday Night Has Been Date Night For A Long Long TimeDavid started a new job this week that has officially put an end to a tradition that has lasted for many years ... Thursday Night Date Night!<br />
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We never skip Thursday night unless one of us is out of town. We live 35 -40 miles apart so it does take quite a bit of effort for us to make time for each other.<br />
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Yesterday was my first Thursday Night without a date in ages and such a nice thing happened to me on my way home from work.<br />
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Jenn (David's Daughter) called and she said “I just want you to know that if I still lived in Florida, I would so pick up my father’s slack and become your new Thursday Night Girl. We could hang out, drink margaritas or do whatever you wanted to on Thursday Nights, now that he’s not available"<br />
I told her I was on my way to the Whole Foods Market and then off to Barnes & Noble to scan the something new to focus on isles. She suggested I might want to choose someplace other than ones her father and I frequent. <br />
I thanked her for her thoughtfulness; really … it was delightful to get that phone call from her on my first Thursday Date Night without her Dad. <br />
Pretty soon we were off on another conversation but I was truly touched by her thoughtfulness. That girl and I need each other. <br />
I have two daughters, a grand daughter and one very tall and handsome son ... they all live so far away. Jennifer is likely to be the only other Daughter I'll ever get, I hate that she and her kids live so far away too.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">I know you are feeling upset and hurt. I would like to remind you that you already have all of the inner strength and wisdom you need to get the things you want in life. Maybe you don't have all of the answers at the moment, but it's probably because you haven't taken time to figure out what the questions are yet.<br /><br /><br />I'm not as concerned as some folks are about what you are going through I recognize it ... I've been where you are, I've felt what you feel and I know that it's your authentic self calling for a sense of direction.<br /><br />My hope for you is not that you hush the voice because it seems a bit out of control, tucking away the yearnings until the timing seems right ... instead I hope that you listen closely to it and learn to let it guide you to a life filled with more contentment and less distress.<br /><br />Be careful though, not to take out your discontentment on those around you, I don't think it's time to run, instead open up your awareness and reflect on how much is already yours.<br /><br />xoxoxo Coy</span></div>
Coyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04707336544943335558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330571549131412240.post-13974921851241619392010-03-19T12:48:00.002-04:002012-08-23T22:00:03.373-04:00100 Things About Me #52 ... My Closest Childhood Friend is Lisa ...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2xbSt2XUWg/S6OtXCWyX3I/AAAAAAAAP4Y/TrduUceIORc/s1600-h/DSC_0048-3.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450390585329475442" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2xbSt2XUWg/S6OtXCWyX3I/AAAAAAAAP4Y/TrduUceIORc/s400/DSC_0048-3.JPG" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /></a> 3/19/10<br />
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Children are grown now, we are both career women with deeply grounded lives of our own. You there and me here ... separated by so much distance and time. But for two hours last night we had the rare opportunity to visit. Barnes and Noble and then dinner at Carrabbas ... laughing hard and sharing memories from a life time. Thanks for making time to catch up, we will have to do it again soon. North Carolina isn't all that far away.</div>
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Coyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04707336544943335558noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330571549131412240.post-64785888696400220322009-11-10T22:07:00.002-05:002012-08-23T21:59:35.987-04:00100 Things About Me #51 ... I Sometimes Spend The Weekend in Atlanta ...<span style="font-size: 130%;">David and I spent the weekend in Atlanta with my Daughter and new Grand Daughter. The visit was short but sweet. I do hate that they live so far from home but they are coming home for Thanksgiving, I will see them again in two weeks. This is Mailei Rayne not waving good bye but waving “I’ll see you in 2 weeks Grandma. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">This is my first grand child and there are no words to describe the amount of love I feel for this brand new little girl. “See you in 2 weeks Maelei Rayne.</span></div>
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Coyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04707336544943335558noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330571549131412240.post-20330559535832677082009-10-06T14:08:00.004-04:002012-08-23T21:51:51.693-04:00100Things About Me #50 On 10/02/09 I Became A Grandmother ...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2xbSt2XUWg/SsuIluYvCSI/AAAAAAAAMbU/vYv7UupCjjo/s1600-h/P1030515.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389551560767244578" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2xbSt2XUWg/SsuIluYvCSI/AAAAAAAAMbU/vYv7UupCjjo/s400/P1030515.JPG" style="display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">10/2 My daughter lives in Atlanta her Due date was not until October 26th but her blood pressure has been high due to a reaction to substances found in the placenta (Pre-eclampsia). Her Doctor admitted her into the hospital this morning for a 24 hour watch and some testing to make sure the baby is developed enough to deliver her now if needed. </span></div>
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That is exactly what they are going to do … they will move her into delivery room anytime now and induce labor, that could take a couple of hours or it could take 24, either way I will be leaving shortly. Do not want to miss her arrival.<br />
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10/6 The baby arrived perfectly, just a few hours before I made it to Georgia. Mother and baby are both doing great … just wish I could say the same for Grandma. Last week (Friday) I acquired a mega head cold and missed my first day of work on about 12 years. I went back to work on Monday (a little soon I might add) ended up going home a little early on Tuesday and then on Wednesday, I woke up with Pink Eye … yes Pink Eye.</div>
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As you read above, Mandy’s Dr put her in the hospital for observation and testing on Thursday and decided by Thursday evening that they would induce labor. I called my work and made arrangements to have my 2 weeks off and decided to drive to Atlanta with the hopes that by Friday, my eye would be better and I could be there with Mandy during this exciting but scary time.</div>
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Atlanta is about a 12 hour drive and I knew I did not feel well enough to drive so I asked David if he would consider driving with me and then flying back on Sunday … he said of course, I knew he would say of course. I can always count on David.<br />
We left home at midnight and drove all night, by Friday morning it was quite obvious that this Pink Eye thing was not getting better and that there was no way I would be seeing the baby right away. Instead of going to my daughters house, David and I checked into the hotel where my son -in -law works, he was able to get us the employees rate. We figured that Sunday would be day #5 for the pink eye and all would be well. No such luck.</div>
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When I woke up on Sunday, the other eye was now infected and I looked like I had just been through a heavy weight boxing match … almost thought I should have David go out for a raw steak for me to put on my eyes. I had to decide whether to try to tuff it out a few more days and hope to see the kids by Thursday, that would mean another couple hundred bucks in hotel stay, and the hassle of trying to find a doctor to see me in Atlanta with no guarantee that I would be better even then. The other option would be for David not to fly out that night but for the two of us to drive back home together so I could see my own Doctor on Tuesday. That’s what we did and today is Tuesday on my way to the doctor in a little while to see if we cant get this thing taken care of for good.</div>
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David is not really the Grandpa, at least not yet … but we have been best friends for a whole lot of years. One thing for sure is, he is really good to my daughter, my grand daughter and to me and that means a lot. We were there on Stone Mountain for a couple of days and really enjoyed having so much time together. I had to wear sunglasses when we went out in public because of my eye and every single time … all three days … he would put his sunglasses on when we went somewhere too, even if it was 9:00 PM on a rainy Sunday evening. I never asked him to do that (well not until he had already been doing it for a couple of days) That my friends .. was truly an authentically unique way to say I love you, without even saying a word.<br />
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<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384737280834075634" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2xbSt2XUWg/SrpuBwDq-_I/AAAAAAAAMWU/y9kVqOVeYlg/s400/siggy.jpg" style="display: block; height: 86px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 96px;" />Coyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04707336544943335558noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330571549131412240.post-37605069649536036042009-08-31T11:56:00.010-04:002009-09-11T11:55:22.205-04:00100 things #48 I truly believe that either you are a photographer ... or you're not.<span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;">With so much digital technology out there today, those of us with little formal training in the art of photography are given opportunity to take photos worthy of recognition ... but having the technology does not give you the passion.<br /><br />Opportunity occurs by way of a driving force that causes some of us to become fully addicted to the creative process of capturing images of how we see the world. If you are affected by this force you know it , and so do others around you. Not everyone understands this desire, that’s why communities like the one I've recently found at Red Bubble are so important. A sence of community gives us opportunity to connect with others that share the same passion, I've missed that connection since AOL shut down our journals. </span></div><br /><div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><object height="300" width="360"><param name="movie" value="http://www.redbubble.com/swf/redbubble.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="FlashVars" value="url=http://www.redbubble.com/people/danceintherain/works/visual.atom?campaign=sales_widget&mode=slideshow"><br /><embed src="http://www.redbubble.com/swf/redbubble.swf" flashvars="url=http://www.redbubble.com/people/danceintherain/works/visual.atom?campaign=sales_widget&mode=slideshow" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="300"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />I’ve only been at Red Bubble for a little more than two weeks and I am already starting to feel at home. Each of us is on our own journey, we all witness and see things in our own way and I look forward to sharing some of those experiences again. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Blogger has fallen short for me, the neighborhood holds little charm. Finding the motivation to keep writing here has felt like such a thankless task. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Annie Girl was able to help inspire me to at least start bare bones journaling again with a 100 things about me. Months later I'm just at 48 and I think I'll leave it at that. If I do continue writing here I doubt it will be the 100 things about me series.<br /><br />I’ve already met some new artists at red bubble, and look forward to learning from those there that have more experience than I do, I also look forward to offer a little inspiration to others in return.<br /><br />Right now because I'm so new, I’ve been busy posting photos of where I’ve been, so I can get a better idea of where I’m going. One thing I do know is some additional equipment is so on my agenda. </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376337922364100674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtfZmzeRkWV0ju_m-RkyZNX1NW9z_y5YU8cxz_TAzeFedm_2v4MmsTD4jhWJRYRYT0lG012QoUMikp82965QfHXJ_VmvvJY-NwLVwgWAOvKANCS5oDGUl1KeNgwbtX9jpuuwVoW7KHG0s/s400/siggy.jpg" border="0" /> </span>Coyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04707336544943335558noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330571549131412240.post-62127620819716638572009-08-25T23:03:00.009-04:002009-08-31T11:50:26.640-04:00100 things #47 Thoughts of him echo in my mind tonight ...<span style="font-size:180%;">as I try to go to sleep.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374109832060240306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2xbSt2XUWg/SpSsa0PigbI/AAAAAAAAKvw/M34AmY4-7G4/s400/P1010629.JPG" border="0" /></span><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">I close my eyes and I can see the blueness of the Atlantic Ocean ...</span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374109840532493826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2xbSt2XUWg/SpSsbTze1gI/AAAAAAAAKv4/bEshACkCXfY/s400/spinner_shark_5.jpg" border="0" />I can feel the coolness of the palm tree canopy overhead ...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374109849247534450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2xbSt2XUWg/SpSsb0RTzXI/AAAAAAAAKwA/jZvXBrOq1lg/s400/P1020486.JPG" border="0" />I can hear the words he was reading out loud to me as we sat on our blanket in the emerald green grass by the sea this week.<br /><br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374109859208550018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2xbSt2XUWg/SpSscZYM1oI/AAAAAAAAKwI/EEUNU-AKBic/s400/siggy.jpg" border="0" /></span></div></div>Coyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04707336544943335558noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330571549131412240.post-68170137238090631582009-08-17T09:32:00.006-04:002009-08-17T23:47:57.215-04:00100 things # 46 I love Drive-In Movies ...<span style="font-size:180%;">There are still quite a few drive-in theaters across the country and here in South Florida we are fortunate enough to have several of them close by. There is something a little nostalgic and romantic about watching a movie on such a large screen under the stars, plus ... it's a pretty good value for your buck! </span><div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370933011870800530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2xbSt2XUWg/SoljHiz6WpI/AAAAAAAAKZk/guFBcB4Vl1o/s400/funny+people.jpg" border="0" /><br />David and I saw </span><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1201167/synopsis"><span style="font-size:180%;">Funny People </span></a><span style="font-size:180%;">at the Trail Drive-In Theatre & Swap, in Palm Springs this weekend. The movie was a comedy about comedy (stand-up). The story line was good, a celebrity's search for a real life friendship, even if he has to buy it .</span> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370933005169242914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2xbSt2XUWg/SoljHJ2IsyI/AAAAAAAAKZc/cHR3EvYkGzU/s400/siggy.jpg" border="0" /></div>Coyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04707336544943335558noreply@blogger.com1