tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187005282024-03-07T16:34:18.556-08:00Under a Leaf with GinnyA place where I can journal past memories, and current ones. A place to share my art, photography, and anything else I can think of for all my friends and family to enjoy.
All images are owned by Ginny Glasser, unless expressed otherwise.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.comBlogger575125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-55177257260065350582011-06-19T15:59:00.000-07:002011-06-19T16:20:48.078-07:00Jeez it is June already?Amazing how the time flies when you are living life. My poor neglected blog. So much life lost in memories because I didn't write it down. To anyone out there who still comes by(you poor souls...or fools...not sure which), bless your ever lovin hearts.<br /><br />So life is rocking along as it always does. The job is still great and I love the company I work for. How wonderful to be able to say that. It's not the work, but the people. I just love the people there.<br />I'm still living in an apartment but think some changes are on the horizon. Living in the complex has it's pros and cons, but the reality is this doesn't feel like home to me. It feels like transition and I'm coming out on the other side of the transition ready to take root.<br /><br />What does that mean? I'm thinking about buying a house, perhaps even a little property along with it. A few acres would be awesome...room for the art studio, and a garage apartment. I want a place I can put a killer garden in. I miss my garden. So many missed past times...<br /><br />...many things to accomplish...can't think about the past. The present seems pretty important at the moment. I'll think about the future in the future...<br /><br />I'm learning to play pool from my dad. We've done a lot of mending and being taught something from dad is always valuable to me. The man knows how to play pool and I'm finding I might have a little Ray Martin in me. We'll see. :)<br /><br />I'm also learning how to play darts, although darts moved over a little bit for pool. But wait...what about those trails? They still call...I must find time for nature. I have camped off and on over the past several months, so I am getting out in it some. It is my life's blood and the pull is strong. But hey, think I'll hang out in dark cool places for a while and wait out this dreadful triple digit heat.<br /><br />I heard from an old friend today and he inspired me to write. Thank you Jesse. It feels good to get some thoughts out in writing. I have so many photographs! They pile up fast and getting them on my blog is certainly on the list of things to do before I die.<br /><br />Cheers to anyone who sees this,<br />GinnyGinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-17277918650384486662011-02-13T08:28:00.000-08:002011-02-13T08:29:09.954-08:00Hello Beautiful DayFinally the sun is shining and it is warm!Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-13675131447986353182011-01-20T17:15:00.000-08:002011-01-20T17:30:42.424-08:00Gearing Up for More Camping and Other NewsI have a few trips planned in the upcoming months. I've been car camping quite a bit lately but haven't posted much about any of it. The exciting stories are the backpacking ones, and I haven't been backpacking in ages. I will eventually remedy that.<br /><br />In other news I am in love. It blows me away to write it and still blows my mind to say it out loud. He is a wonderful guy and I've never been treated so amazingly by any man before him. I've been missing a lot in every relationship I've ever had which is increasingly more obvious as time goes by.<br /><br />I've missed out on a lot, but this man, he has my heart and I'm okay with that. I trust him to take good care of it. I have his too.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-73122112842212597112011-01-14T04:57:00.000-08:002011-01-14T05:01:02.077-08:00Still Aliveand as usual there is so much going on I have no time for my blog. Sorry folks...but here is the update:<br /><br />still working for a good company<br /><br />Ben is doing well<br /><br />my health still sketchy but I'm not letting it stop me<br /><br />I'm in love<br /><br />oh and I have gone camping a few times...finally made it enchanted rock about a month ago.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-85891506389872693932010-10-31T10:13:00.001-07:002010-10-31T10:46:33.842-07:00Make You a ZombieI spent some time yesterday on youtube looking at vids on how to do zombie make up. I wanted to go to the Zombie Ball this year but knew I wouldn't be able to pull it off in time. Work has been demanding of my energy these past couple of weeks leaving me too tired to think about going out and having fun, let alone making a production out of it.<br /><br />Face it, creating a great costume and doing makeup properly takes time. For a good zombie effect, one needs liquid latex, proper adhesive, zombie colors such as gray, charcoal, white, yellow, purple, green, red, in both powder and creamy formulations, and perhaps even some creepy contact lenses. Spider webbing and something to rat up the hair to give it a cruddy and dirty appearance would be cool and make it look like you crawled out of a grave. Then of course dirtying up clothing with special paint effects and the right kind of tearing, etc...would add that extra special zombie touch. <br /><br />I want all of that stuff and am going to pull it together for the ball in 2011. Hitting the Halloween clearance sales will be productive. I'm thinking it would be cool to play around with this for a little while...I'm sure Ben would love to be my guinea pig. We could have all kinds of fun making him look like a little zombie boy. <br /><br />It's good to be an artist! This is an all new medium to explore and that really revs me up. It would be fun to advertise my services next year and charge a fee to do peoples' special effects makeup. A digital video camera is looking more and more like a necessity to me these days. I totally need vids on my blogs for fun and entertainment of course, but also for business. Those little cameras are a wonderful tool...<br /><br />In any case, I will be at the Zombie Ball next year with a date! Hopefully he will be tall and handsomely ghoulish with most of his body parts still in tact. It will be great!Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-58069003434205709892010-10-18T20:30:00.000-07:002010-10-18T20:41:25.307-07:00Twenty Snakes in a RowTonight was fun. A friend of mine owns twenty beautiful ball pythons because he breeds them. He has many different hybrids that are gorgeous and some are quite large for the breed. I had the pleasure of feeding all of them tonight.<br /><br />This was a process. Several of the snakes are quite mean because of their genetics, so grabbing and putting them in feeding buckets was challenging. I got struck at many times by this one snake in particular and was thankful her aim wasn't true and my reflexes were quick. The best part of all, is almost all of the snakes grabbed the rats out of my hand. That was cool. I held the rats by their tails of course so I was out of the strike zone. Before I could even drop the rat in the bucket it would be snatched away from me immediately. <br /><br />I had a great time and can't wait to do it again. I get to feed them all one more time before their owner returns home. Bonus! Next time I hope to have someone video tape it all.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-37791858912696905002010-10-15T15:02:00.000-07:002010-10-15T15:04:16.498-07:00Yay Friday!Get to see my boyfriend, have dinner made for me, and just relax. I'm so ready.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-45798236884122882342010-10-04T17:08:00.000-07:002010-10-04T18:18:23.466-07:00My New Favorite Songs"New World" by Devotchka<br />"Take Everything" by Greg Laswell<br />"Lasso" by Phoenix<br />"Sound of Sunshine" by Spearhead<br /><br />Don't know how long they will stay favs, but for now I'm diggin em. I've been listening to a ton of music lately on Pandora and gotta say its the bomb.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-75200594165121346362010-09-26T12:58:00.001-07:002010-09-26T13:31:47.904-07:00Day with Dusty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlRE9qrVYiNqKbugCjYzRq1gbYd5q-Tqfl_1qP77M3LegMRuDFWFKrOpGReGbNK93XOF13lr-iX8-1nn3FXvGMutuxXqOfhjq-7qAqnETULIRoVnJEnJQ9nBYiW4nws626hwa5/s1600/movinggood.JPG"><br /></a>Yesterday Dusty kidnapped me and we went to Barton Creek for a bit of relaxation. The weather was perfect. Dusty read a bit and wrote, while I played in the waters amongst the rapids and boulders. We enjoyed talking to fellow Austinites about how cool our town is and exchanged a few phone numbers.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlRE9qrVYiNqKbugCjYzRq1gbYd5q-Tqfl_1qP77M3LegMRuDFWFKrOpGReGbNK93XOF13lr-iX8-1nn3FXvGMutuxXqOfhjq-7qAqnETULIRoVnJEnJQ9nBYiW4nws626hwa5/s1600/movinggood.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlRE9qrVYiNqKbugCjYzRq1gbYd5q-Tqfl_1qP77M3LegMRuDFWFKrOpGReGbNK93XOF13lr-iX8-1nn3FXvGMutuxXqOfhjq-7qAqnETULIRoVnJEnJQ9nBYiW4nws626hwa5/s400/movinggood.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521321120514076530" border="0" /></a>Yep she was a flowin<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWY3eDcQVzOnVAykKk4GjwGaj_b2C6aROiInZlCtT9ZyryTpxgeAhU-NNYkTxAWG5AAZAcx0eEH8k-vxxubyq_51lg37qXKSuYLDvcXL5ej6zZ2_eyAvPzvcc0JcvS_rpScYla/s1600/aras+camera.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWY3eDcQVzOnVAykKk4GjwGaj_b2C6aROiInZlCtT9ZyryTpxgeAhU-NNYkTxAWG5AAZAcx0eEH8k-vxxubyq_51lg37qXKSuYLDvcXL5ej6zZ2_eyAvPzvcc0JcvS_rpScYla/s400/aras+camera.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521320877258379794" border="0" /></a>Ara's camera<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkj6cr0BjBxa-sAUhD37pfko1UqhFp65L1qcTaKZJnuH20Kkmo8CKMFGnpmRdE9QT70pi2aiKjq_fnUDTPrqw4WHH7hrj-SmKoFDGPi3eXju2EIRsHMhd1gwTw7-O4IIjpu7-9/s1600/goofydusty.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkj6cr0BjBxa-sAUhD37pfko1UqhFp65L1qcTaKZJnuH20Kkmo8CKMFGnpmRdE9QT70pi2aiKjq_fnUDTPrqw4WHH7hrj-SmKoFDGPi3eXju2EIRsHMhd1gwTw7-O4IIjpu7-9/s400/goofydusty.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521320705632622610" border="0" /></a>Such a goofball<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR8RDNjhgc2Oga9Y7euxGZRajw6Z4zNRuF6qkMM9g0q15c1d-JseQGLgFoSCo6KEGbjQSrnYgunkzawauD9w-rLm3AzFbmJvmc_nSay-zzsatp2Epc80Ru48I1iVytSzPbb35x/s1600/dustyreads1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR8RDNjhgc2Oga9Y7euxGZRajw6Z4zNRuF6qkMM9g0q15c1d-JseQGLgFoSCo6KEGbjQSrnYgunkzawauD9w-rLm3AzFbmJvmc_nSay-zzsatp2Epc80Ru48I1iVytSzPbb35x/s400/dustyreads1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521320568670788050" border="0" /></a>Nice tatts<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBrFltUFEtk6fyk89EZLlWRxxEmJvD0PEPlp74pQpG5jYUSosDp2xpzSntKSZ_Om3KCReaOiY76_DOuE5gcwaZeOfbsOG3w7xuHCcThLyXtAObNf_t_MVj0SFlQGxrbvnP92zh/s1600/underwaterbouldercrawling.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBrFltUFEtk6fyk89EZLlWRxxEmJvD0PEPlp74pQpG5jYUSosDp2xpzSntKSZ_Om3KCReaOiY76_DOuE5gcwaZeOfbsOG3w7xuHCcThLyXtAObNf_t_MVj0SFlQGxrbvnP92zh/s400/underwaterbouldercrawling.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521320301909413842" border="0" /></a>I want to invent a new sport...under water boulder crawling<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJfiOZ664IMns9wFfzlzt2DA5acfce0SmtULh4NlHlvw-vwoeTz-k9vi6oxDKZGOGXFWsejR5XC_lZuNv9YMxnbvOSTtvWL_pT8S6LK7MFE-RcZadLbnB2RhdE40IKoJW3XSL2/s1600/waterfunbrtncrk.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJfiOZ664IMns9wFfzlzt2DA5acfce0SmtULh4NlHlvw-vwoeTz-k9vi6oxDKZGOGXFWsejR5XC_lZuNv9YMxnbvOSTtvWL_pT8S6LK7MFE-RcZadLbnB2RhdE40IKoJW3XSL2/s400/waterfunbrtncrk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521320111658826082" border="0" /></a>This is great!Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-61466921896929988212010-09-14T15:23:00.000-07:002010-09-16T09:19:10.465-07:00Blanco State ParkHighlights:<br /><p class="MsoNormal">Lots of cool nature encounters of the more creepy crawly variety, Good place for family fun<br /><br />Disappointments:<br />Road noise<br /><br />Blanco according to the natives is pronounced "blank-0", and if you say it any other way you will label yourself immediately as not from around those parts. It is a tiny town but seems to have a pretty big welcome mat. The state park that Blanco houses is about the size of a pencil eraser compared to the other Tx state parks I've been to.<br /><br />But its smallness is much of the charm the park holds. I met a couple of the resident campers and got the scoop of who is who and what is what. The rangers were very nice and so was everyone else I had encountered there. I stayed this past Friday and Saturday night and slept once again in my new tent. I am very glad I'm getting experience with it before heading out to more serious adventure.<br /><br />I wrote a dumb little poem while I was in my little tent. It goes like this:<br /><br />Crawdad don't pinch me<br />Don't sneak up on me with claws open wide<br />You can forget about it<br />Dragon Fly watches as I run and hide<br /><br />Bullfrog listen<br />Why do you have to be so loud?<br />Someone else might want a word in edgewise<br />Might want to speak to the crowd<br /><br />Bullfrog doesn't care<br />He wants to hear himself speak<br />Droning in his own purr<br />Another audience we will seek<br /><br />We have found Perch and Snake<br />Both such close friends<br />They dance together in moonlit lake<br />Swapping stories of where they've been<br /><br />All the while crawdad grumbles around<br />Looking for someone new to pinch<br />Dragon Fly hovers trying to make no sound<br />My cover is brilliant what a cinch<br /><br />I had a fun time looking at a five foot long snake one night while I was there. It was awesome! I was down at the water's edge at night with my flashlight. I love walking near water at night...you can see so much wildlife that way. I was shining the light into the shallows and was shocked to see so many huge crawdads strolling along the bottom. I could have easily caught at least 70 of those suckers that night there were so many.<br /><br />As I was busy counting and dreaming of crawfish etouffe, a HUGE water snake came from the shadows into my light. It swam straight for me. I gathered it was curious about my flashlight. It stopped about 12 inches away from my toe and poked its head up out of the water to have a look. Satisfied, it veered off to my right, it's long body gliding slowly by. I don't think it was a venomous snake but I wasn't entirely sure. I stood my ground and waited for it to pass.<br />The crawdads didn't seem to care about the snake in their way. They continued to amble along clumsily.<br /><br />I saw a coyote on Friday night. It came VERY close to me as I was sitting on a picnic table about 1 am in the morning having a fun conversation with a gal I met whose parents live in the park. <span style=""> </span>We talked about aliens. I was listening to a story when my peripheral vision caught a white blur of fluid movement passing by to my right merely feet away in the shadows of the tree line we were sitting in front of. It was an ALIEN!!<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I stood up quickly and shined my light to find no aliens, but one lone coyote that was more white than brownish gray. I have never seen such a light colored coat on a coyote before and it surprised me. The animal stopped about 15 feet away and turned its head to look at me. I stood still wondering if there was going to be any trouble. Coyotes rarely get so close to people, but it stood there a good pause seemingly unafraid. I wondered if this one was used to hand outs or something. Anyway, it turned and walked on.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">At that point we decided it was a good time to turn in for the evening. <span style=""> </span>My arms had goose bumps and I had an adrenaline rush. It took a while for me to settle down enough to fall asleep after listening to scary alien stories, which are probably not typical camp fire stories, and having such a close encounter with a ghostly looking coyote. As I slipped into that drowsy state, I listened to the trees launch the occasional missile. They rained acorns and stuff the whole time we were there. It was peaceful though and luckily no one got hit on the head!<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">I saw plenty of other creatures on the trip as well, including a small tan scorpion which reminded me of one my mother got stung by years ago...made her sick. I was attacked by a grouchy praying mantis that didn't like the rude intrusion of my flash light and peering stare. It cocked its little head to one side, then the other, and suddenly hurled it's spread out body towards my head. I jumped and let out a surprised yelp hahahaha and laughed a good one at myself. I pet some cute kittens that belonged to the girl I was chatting with when we saw the coyote. Oh yeah, the lama. I had a face to face chat with a lama that liked to smell my hair. As you can see for a weekend of doing just about nothing, a lot was going on.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Another thing I wanted to mention before adding the pictures is the bowling club cafe that we had dinner at Saturday night. The food was fantastic! It was down home southern cooking at it's finest. In the back of the cafe was the coolest vintage bowling alley! They have generations in the town who have all stacked the pins during the games when they were kids. What an interesting history. I failed to bring my camera to dinner though and am sad I didn't get to take pictures of that place and the food we ate. But I am going to visit again, this time with Ben. He will like it there...and it is a good excuse to go back and pick up some pictures I missed.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Speaking of pictures...it's picture time! Yay!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPd9mxugE7QBG806ugdhOEeR1OB-8AQlickgT03DBlG0yI8y_2hrg0huxNKXKZuNdj4HT94vdA8sVyk0esCEw1t5XXxvFot0fLLCr8Ixhu8FuM-LRJmYCRkf6BTTODbxihmm0T/s1600/IMGP7713.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPd9mxugE7QBG806ugdhOEeR1OB-8AQlickgT03DBlG0yI8y_2hrg0huxNKXKZuNdj4HT94vdA8sVyk0esCEw1t5XXxvFot0fLLCr8Ixhu8FuM-LRJmYCRkf6BTTODbxihmm0T/s400/IMGP7713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517522348128967682" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">The river was nice<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_VOCjYoebSlniS2YTZw9OnXD9RHyryUe3GUP7iKpkvyVJgpKrFjzx6rg_LB0DKNvgWcr1zsqYHxQLrleZiPxH5FraE3-Ieei8BIt_lLRqg9cCm2QxGdPYZnSxm3eh_wbiSV_j/s1600/IMGP7702.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_VOCjYoebSlniS2YTZw9OnXD9RHyryUe3GUP7iKpkvyVJgpKrFjzx6rg_LB0DKNvgWcr1zsqYHxQLrleZiPxH5FraE3-Ieei8BIt_lLRqg9cCm2QxGdPYZnSxm3eh_wbiSV_j/s400/IMGP7702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517524400964628866" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">Nice shady spot but I ended up moving to the other side of the branches for deep shade</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifgkfVM24ho0VtxQuGC4hiQr8LjtzxwSXBSWo0awZxhGplY4UYTDgb5x_2ELx7vmmKvMzVzBFxXYeyT7JYzChHyrHdZpUZA1BFm9L6xm4FiIfeHhY-G7d9WkxzvrwjgnvTlBfW/s1600/IMGP7704.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifgkfVM24ho0VtxQuGC4hiQr8LjtzxwSXBSWo0awZxhGplY4UYTDgb5x_2ELx7vmmKvMzVzBFxXYeyT7JYzChHyrHdZpUZA1BFm9L6xm4FiIfeHhY-G7d9WkxzvrwjgnvTlBfW/s400/IMGP7704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517543466825220978" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">You look marvelous dahling</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwuhYKvCQ2byt06QDGhkvSvnM9jmCAYixrLMbePjkq1JCYx5u0R7WkUCwijBhTtjqvP1Psewx-SehDXOrZxgTHyiYmbpYSMexlRSMTiFi_gVVSL9yj1Ak4ySfWFEChVRmKB7WR/s1600/IMGP7705.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwuhYKvCQ2byt06QDGhkvSvnM9jmCAYixrLMbePjkq1JCYx5u0R7WkUCwijBhTtjqvP1Psewx-SehDXOrZxgTHyiYmbpYSMexlRSMTiFi_gVVSL9yj1Ak4ySfWFEChVRmKB7WR/s400/IMGP7705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517541346132674898" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">This broad likes to pose for the camera</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3dNHjgkeuBh-aP8_p0D_JOxKdgD9lf4O5ZxlHt1uv20lnuYAWXJNr-bgNlyJczlEwqjANbZfm5NYI-jj1TA5aO4z533516KsG03lANqeXLqAlWt01XLy5dcgZ3lHy2ZkY_8K/s1600/IMGP7703.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3dNHjgkeuBh-aP8_p0D_JOxKdgD9lf4O5ZxlHt1uv20lnuYAWXJNr-bgNlyJczlEwqjANbZfm5NYI-jj1TA5aO4z533516KsG03lANqeXLqAlWt01XLy5dcgZ3lHy2ZkY_8K/s400/IMGP7703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517544514839812562" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">This is private property next to the park. The sheep are used for meat. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj94ussexna-tp1zeCcA87cHGJ1f_D7Uhxm3qqVYrKpTXDOMzAQYcc2AMyDiLH1wS1q8GJ_jXB8VBv8Zp2Y2GhLcWtJ0rA_2i9JbvkZhSVzTcFRpaJcXfwJqC-UIw7GV7e9evXS/s1600/IMGP7715.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj94ussexna-tp1zeCcA87cHGJ1f_D7Uhxm3qqVYrKpTXDOMzAQYcc2AMyDiLH1wS1q8GJ_jXB8VBv8Zp2Y2GhLcWtJ0rA_2i9JbvkZhSVzTcFRpaJcXfwJqC-UIw7GV7e9evXS/s400/IMGP7715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517545326982846274" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">And what park is complete without geese? These were a noisy bunch! They got excited a few times during the night...might have been the gray fox bothering them. The park ranger said one was on the property and it liked to bother the chicks...I'm assuming there were hens on the property too, although I didn't see any. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyiXZQq8YAc6y_-nO7tmFrrff2-ae_vP-Z4kuuLRZBYQpo6ZwKnXoDryin0IbnMdEPebXqtd1HyulAuQeyT8sKeCWaX6xeJls6Y-YTNFOdm3XBTZWQshoaDo4QUweD8EHvVFph/s1600/IMGP7710.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyiXZQq8YAc6y_-nO7tmFrrff2-ae_vP-Z4kuuLRZBYQpo6ZwKnXoDryin0IbnMdEPebXqtd1HyulAuQeyT8sKeCWaX6xeJls6Y-YTNFOdm3XBTZWQshoaDo4QUweD8EHvVFph/s400/IMGP7710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517546349157771666" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">This was how clear the water was in the shallows and why I was able to see so many crawdads at night. Part of the shallows was solid cement and rock.<br /></p>Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-40410014263635365712010-09-09T21:24:00.000-07:002010-09-09T21:49:45.319-07:00Some Would Raise an EyebrowWent to a fun <a href="http://www.unitedstatesartauthority.com/">cozy little place</a> tucked away next to Spider House called "The United States Art Authority", which is a liberal arts place in Austin that I just discovered thanks to my friend Piph. She invited me out and I took the opportunity to bring a date and had a great time. <a href="http://www.unitedstatesartauthority.com/events">The show</a> was totally up my alley and feeds me inspiration for a blog I've been considering putting together. I was unsure if I wanted to do it, but now I'm like yeah let's do this thing! The new blog has to pretty much stay out of the family viewing arena though. I need to figure out how to make it all anonymous and stuff. Some things you just don't want your family to see. Sorry loved ones.<br /><br />Anyway, the show was called "Bed Post Confessions" Salacious stories and enticing entertainment. Salacious. I like that word and I like this town. The culture is rich here and the people diverse. One thing is certain, as an artist I need many colors on my palette of life or I get bored. And if you get bored in this town you are not doing something right.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-62627415063122520842010-09-07T18:22:00.000-07:002010-09-07T18:40:50.306-07:00Lovin the Rain!We are getting a huge downpour in the fair city of Austin Texas and I love it. I look forward to the creeks drying up after all the rain is gone and do some fossil hunting in a very secret place. I also look forward to camping at Blanco in the very near future. Hopefully the river will be down enough and the place isn't flooded out. We shall see...<br /><br />In other news, Ben was sick today and had to stay home from school. I think he has a stomach virus, but one can never be too sure about these things. He is doing much better now.<br /><br />I'm getting on FB a little more, trying my damndest to keep up with everyone, but that place is crazy and I'm saddened that keeping up with people means signing onto a website...sigh...it is what it is. I must join the 21st century...but I'm afraid I will be assimilated.<br /><br />Not much else to report at the moment...peace outGinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-78461858652353969372010-09-05T08:49:00.000-07:002010-09-05T09:41:05.169-07:00Can't Go Outside To PlayThe weather is stellar and I'm stuck in the house with a nasty cold. On the up side however is the fact that I'm getting some computer time in and paying attention to my blog. I'm sure those of you who are left will appreciate it. :)<br /><br />Soon the blog is gonna have a new look. Dusty came over the other day and showed me <a href="http://www.urbaninteriorsliving.com/">his latest web site</a> he did, and I want my blog to be similar. It has been in need of a make over for years. He has done an excellent job of teaching himself how to do web design. Self taught is where it's at in my book.<br /><br />In other news...<br /><br />Work is great and I love my co-workers. What an excellent bunch of people to work with! The mortgage industry is a very interesting animal and I have been learning a ton. I will be heading to Blanco SP soon with a couple of my coworker friends who are also crazy about camping. I'm looking forward to it.<br /><br />I managed to update Ben's blog with a post. For those of you who have access feel free to check it out. If you don't have access and want it, and you qualify to get it, email me. I will direct you to it. You should know immediately if you will qualify or not. Basically if you are not a friend or family member you can't see it and you won't know who Ben is anyway, so are not missing out. <br /><br />My hair is growing back in some of the places it fell out. Wow I'm lucky I had plenty of hair to spare! I still have no clue why I've been having these health issues in the first place, but I'm still searching for answers and will eventually get to the bottom of it all. I had another test done for Celiac and it came back negative again. <br /><br />I've been talking to my dad. That is a big update I know. Despite the past, I love my dad and always will. I refuse to dwell on what was and am moving forward where he is concerned. Ever hear of a clean slate? Wish you had one sometimes? I think we all do. Everyone deserves to prove themselves.<br /><br />I recently discovered chewy sweet tarts...they are da bomb<br /><br />I am still missing my man in the desert. He is staying for burning man and probably won't be back until late September. Who is this mystery man anyway? I've been tight lipped about him I know. Someday I will dish the scoop and reveal all...it will be a good story!<br /><br />Thomas called me a while back. Can't remember if I posted anything about that or not. Wow that is a big one too huh? He is good and just finished up a big trip in Glacier National Park. Go check out his All Things Fried site for pics. You can even see a pick of the woman he married. In all honesty I am so glad he found her. They seem well suited for each other. I am happy for him for real. We should always wish the best for those we love, even if it means their paths are far from ours. I still love you Thomas and always will...I'm truly glad you are having a wonderful time! :)<br /><br />And remember folks, be careful what you ask for. The universe is very willing to bring you what you want.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-28595952667034444452010-09-01T19:09:00.001-07:002010-09-01T19:10:20.767-07:00At The Pool with Girlfriends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHN6qItnWG2Pjz3MBmrQgZ5aw3lJrsEydfqwC_pgO7hN7lXWcQEGwax6knKQ9apSLJLU8nQq-i7-5t6bROs6GOKrdRAsmBUMn-osQBa9cyfPjKGz3Xp7TQUzFGeLU41izjew9o/s1600/looking+fabulous.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHN6qItnWG2Pjz3MBmrQgZ5aw3lJrsEydfqwC_pgO7hN7lXWcQEGwax6knKQ9apSLJLU8nQq-i7-5t6bROs6GOKrdRAsmBUMn-osQBa9cyfPjKGz3Xp7TQUzFGeLU41izjew9o/s400/looking+fabulous.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512132681690643922" border="0" /></a>Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-89982632644729489992010-08-26T17:13:00.001-07:002010-08-26T17:28:56.749-07:00The SkinnyBen started school again and is now officially a third grader! He seems to have a nice teacher so far and I haven't heard any complaints about anything. So far so good...but when they start giving homework galore it is going to be a challenge for me to keep Ben interested in doing more school work after a whole day of it. Poor kids...they are tired when they get home.<br /><br />I can't believe how much like fall it feels already! Wow, 91 degrees feels pretty good! I miss the sun though. It has been behind the clouds a lot for the last day or so. I need sunlight and wonder how well I will be able to deal with the winter. I tend to get the drearies when it is miserable outside and grey skies dominate. I wonder if those artificial light things work.<br /><br />Work is good, friends are good, family is good. Life is good. Will check back later!Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-29836061088271073092010-08-05T19:44:00.000-07:002010-08-05T19:47:04.642-07:00Maybe YesMaybe I will get a blog make over in this millennium...maybe not. I am hopeful Dusty will finish up his stuff soon and get busy on this one. He is good at this stuff...I must be patient. :)Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-74917350525705739722010-08-05T17:42:00.000-07:002010-08-05T19:41:35.011-07:00Man in the DesertMan in the desert seems a million miles away<br />Out of grasp, out of touch but I feel him<br />He is here and there<br /><br />Hearts divided on one plane<br />together on another<br />Man in the desert come home<br /><br />Make things happen for others to see<br />All can revel in your determined sweat<br />You dream and create and tear down walls<br /><br />My walls are goneGinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-74158966172940223012010-08-01T07:53:00.000-07:002010-08-01T08:22:19.159-07:00Where to BeginThere is much catching up to do with photos stored on my hard drive. I will post random stuff for a while to get started which appears to be a good place to begin.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWJs7KQPFBA3NDga1HFjXpwBIpDzEudTdE_2_JgFxZxNA79QyiilBvhwNQ0gP6h-NNz-pyDT7YpeDYufjxCeqYswYy2dsxA1BacJfK6zZDNyrHZxGbJ74rgDY0fZYrww8Ma9XB/s1600/old+tent+new+tent.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWJs7KQPFBA3NDga1HFjXpwBIpDzEudTdE_2_JgFxZxNA79QyiilBvhwNQ0gP6h-NNz-pyDT7YpeDYufjxCeqYswYy2dsxA1BacJfK6zZDNyrHZxGbJ74rgDY0fZYrww8Ma9XB/s400/old+tent+new+tent.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500455108987336850" border="0" /></a>My new tent next to the old one. This was taken on a camping trip at Inks lake when I was with co-workers a few short months back. We had a good time. I managed to walk to some familiar spots and reflect back on treasured moments with Thomas when we were last at Inks together.<br /><br />I can never go to any of these places again without having these memories of our time spent together coming back to me. But compared to a couple of years ago, I can look back with ease and not wince at the pain of it that once lurked in my being. Time can be both cruel and kind.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik1v7NLk334tDRdu4n1LgFeovVa1l-Jnh3TBpBil_s8lYTBRoRln5-5jAmfa20eHU6FhxGIPVqgMPbFdSphrWvXMNipbY69rUSVtscVT1r2vHaqdGglxIHXJWoKxI2Qr89v-YX/s1600/goose.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik1v7NLk334tDRdu4n1LgFeovVa1l-Jnh3TBpBil_s8lYTBRoRln5-5jAmfa20eHU6FhxGIPVqgMPbFdSphrWvXMNipbY69rUSVtscVT1r2vHaqdGglxIHXJWoKxI2Qr89v-YX/s400/goose.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500460816554631026" border="0" /></a>This goose is having a gander. Hah couldn't resist...anyway, this is at the waters edge at Inks.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-860018113776477302010-07-26T19:02:00.000-07:002010-07-26T19:04:37.270-07:00Blues on The GreenI had a great time at the last show and can't wait to go again. I'm a sucker for free concerts in the park. :)Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-69531967234663340462010-07-18T17:26:00.000-07:002010-07-18T17:27:44.046-07:00For my Gluten Intolerant ReadersI noticed some new folks have been stumbling onto my blog who are gluten intolerant. I am by no means the expert on the subject, but I have been finding out information bit by bit and am happy to pass along anything that might be helpful to you handful of folks when you end up finding me. With that said, here two words you need to know....Tinkyada Pasta! It is great stuff and made from brown rice flour. There is absolutely no wheat anything in it and is a safer alternative for those of us who love pasta. It seems no different from skinner as far as taste and texture go in a dried pasta. Be sure to rinse it well though after cooking...I think that makes a difference. Good luck and enjoy! :)Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-43565917927221494182010-07-13T20:34:00.000-07:002010-07-17T08:05:08.929-07:00Tilikum I Hear YouI have a subscription to "Outside" magazine compliments of my sister(yep Lynn I'm still getting them), and in the latest issue was an excellent article about the exploitation of Orcas in the wild for mega profits. It closely examined the death of a top Sea World trainer not so long ago when she was finishing up after a killer whale show. The article exposed industry practices as well as the lifestyles and deaths of Killer Whales used in theme parks, including a detailed account of one whale's life in particular. His name is Tilikum. This orca has killed two people and injured countless others.<br /><br />Very important questions were posed and I can never step foot in a Sea World again. They have done an excellent job of hiding the horrors these animals have suffered touting the importance of their sacrifices for educational purposes. For that reason alone I have gone to Sea World in the past because I believed I was helping to support a good cause, but damn was I naive about it all. True they have done some very good educational things and made great strides in breeding programs, veterinarian medicine, etc...but is it acceptable how they got there?<br /><br />In a nutshell no. The article outlined the history of how these whales became captive and I have to believe things could have been different were the motivations different. But throw in human greed and animals lose out every time...in turn we lose out too. Seaworld no longer use captured whales in their facilities other than the ones they already acquired. They at least breed the animals now, but again I still question the purpose other than money of course. I think the public is pretty aware by now the importance of nature conservation and the need for places like Seaworld seems outdated.<br /><br />I hope readers will seek out the article I read and decide for themselves. In the meantime there are some human deaths to deal with. The bottom line is humans are not supposed to swim with killer whales as death and serious injury can occur. We have labels on everything now days warning us of dangers. I think it is a no brainer that extreme caution must be used in the presence of such natural power these animals possess. It is painfully obvious in fact, and wild animal trainers know the danger is real.<br /><br />I don't think this has ever been a matter of question, but one huge question the article posed is this. Did Tilikum kill his trainer on purpose? In my mind the answer is hands down yes. After reading the article and doing a little research, I believe these poor whales have gone insane as a result of their captive lifestyles. I believe that orcas and other higher brained sea mammals are intelligent sentient beings who kill as a regular part of their existence. Changing the playing field doesn't change millions of years of instinct. And when conditions are right, disasters are easy to come by.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-79311090030200816762010-07-11T11:55:00.000-07:002010-07-11T12:30:32.592-07:00"You Disappeared"I believe those were the exact words in my recent communication with a blog fan who also happens to be a dear friend whom I love to pieces. It is true, I do disappear from time to time but only because the real world beckons and I no longer have the luxury of not working. Sadly blogging often takes the back burner. Suffice it to say however, when this particular person calls me up and wants to know where I've been, I snap to attention and post something. <span style="font-style: italic;">For you dear friend</span>...<br /><br />Life is trucking along at an okay pace and for now I am content. Yesterday I sat by the pool for about six hours relaxing and enjoying the company of my friends who live in the complex. It is nice to be able to walk out the door and know I will see two or three people down at the pool who will be glad to see me. We have sparked up the grill a few times and had a great forth of July. One of our friends bought fireworks and set them off for us. The kids had a blast.<br /><br />I've been busy producing art work, and not so busy taking photographs. It is what it is. My apartment however had a makeover. I have a new girlfriend who does re-designs and staging for the real estate market, both commercial and residential. I should at least take a few photos of how great everything looks and post them. Although it was a collaborative effort, most of the credit goes to her. The really cool thing is I didn't have to buy a thing. We used all of my own stuff, just grouped it all together differently.<br /><br />I miss hiking and backpacking but know I can always get back to it. I'm certainly geared out for the occasion. I have managed a couple of camping trips with friends here and there which is always fun. I'm waiting patiently for my favorite boyfriend to come back into town so we can go camping again. There are so many choice places to go and the decision is always a tough one.<br /><br />Speaking of choices, I have many choices of what I can do with my time today. Earlier I did a little house cleaning(I love to clean my house, especially when no one is here). I might head down to the pool for a while after the strongest of the suns rays have waned a bit. Admittedly I did get on the pink side yesterday from not being diligent with the sunscreen. One thing is for sure, I do have a killer tan developing from all the sunshine I've been getting lately.<br /><br />Later I might head to the grocery store after the heat has relaxed. I am craving good veggies and fruits and may get in the kitchen and whip up something yummy. Who knows I might even invite some friends over. So I guess that is it for now. I will try to stop in more often and post at least a photo or some kind of update. Maybe I will simply share some random thoughts.<br /><br />I love you guys!Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-189753215321669262010-04-21T07:46:00.001-07:002010-04-21T07:54:54.278-07:00Such a Goofball<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPvrwoKUTF0ijbs3DB1AWrmMkWVa_gW6oIgw62cct6dSPtChtPPP7oM6ctnyZ9o82TjoIqKVUWnvOTZrRDTMVTI4aEXA2B8-G-v0Z2-vvnr2x2vy3vTzuvR5EDV3Fua_FhVzCG/s1600/wipeoutben.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462602371780775090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPvrwoKUTF0ijbs3DB1AWrmMkWVa_gW6oIgw62cct6dSPtChtPPP7oM6ctnyZ9o82TjoIqKVUWnvOTZrRDTMVTI4aEXA2B8-G-v0Z2-vvnr2x2vy3vTzuvR5EDV3Fua_FhVzCG/s400/wipeoutben.jpg" border="0" /></a> This little boy is my life and my heart. He is fun, smart, engaging, and very silly! </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462603289218206114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmyakKER1Riy1APrdhSeqvE-7FTPe1uoYzKccUFxzPx9qrOQSRAT8cLX4Om2Kv7yR_yIFWG4ye0o9rKh7pa81t76oDfK8mBiNhM-ayFg1yhktkK_hPeJifqGaxdwSpUGsoXQbI/s400/benjelly.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div>Ben went to the beach weekend before last with his aunt Keryn and our friend Andy, and had a wonderful time playing with the jellyfish. Not really a kids toy, but he couldn't keep his hands off of them. He is just as inquisitive about nature as I am. Thankfully he was very careful not to get stung...is that a man of war he is holding? Errrr...yeah that can nail one good. </div><div> </div><div>Since his adventure at the coast he has been begging me to take him back to the ocean. I love the coast and think we will go a few times this summer. </div><div><br /><div></div></div>Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-84399555169003341522010-04-17T06:59:00.001-07:002010-04-17T07:55:02.836-07:00A Food Thing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9IuEXEgsVYGgWa3P8WRSbHSqbBI5sJuLhB6vyXUXkEQEL8r6HTO8IvzvoUgnw2SeOXMuCEpsqozUTS_qhMMuGRMizkJ_Rt0DqYu9j6ElBDcdlz7wPJSIF-x-tmIc4iFcjDK4P/s1600/dinnerplate2.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9IuEXEgsVYGgWa3P8WRSbHSqbBI5sJuLhB6vyXUXkEQEL8r6HTO8IvzvoUgnw2SeOXMuCEpsqozUTS_qhMMuGRMizkJ_Rt0DqYu9j6ElBDcdlz7wPJSIF-x-tmIc4iFcjDK4P/s400/dinnerplate2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461116989087986914" border="0" /></a>glazed carrots, Tilapia with a citrus cream sauce, and tossed salad<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiql77DsTFooTR5PKfAiU6nV84g3owping8qIf6K55y3ucTdMqz9Nwh1IVJ8VJJ3aelCThrxgq6mSLaIVRL6WSq8PlCfCaO7fxuLMBfPT-v0Yok4apBHZtHOSOPmB0OiFuDMeCW/s1600/choclates+from+my+sweet.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiql77DsTFooTR5PKfAiU6nV84g3owping8qIf6K55y3ucTdMqz9Nwh1IVJ8VJJ3aelCThrxgq6mSLaIVRL6WSq8PlCfCaO7fxuLMBfPT-v0Yok4apBHZtHOSOPmB0OiFuDMeCW/s400/choclates+from+my+sweet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461115057422337714" border="0" /></a>Gourmet chocolates from my sweetest of sweethearts. They were gluten free and damn they were amazing! notice the word "were".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn0Sj6zr5gVZBLQQ3UR4Vj7NYIYNpPXzc7u7JljcUh_E9M6-4LuSA-5MnoI-HRyaH3vhhMF4aAA48cYh5kM_fwsFC4u6X2Lk-kvS23xuqDTKf6SA_v2s82qBwvz0XQWA2arCyf/s1600/040.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn0Sj6zr5gVZBLQQ3UR4Vj7NYIYNpPXzc7u7JljcUh_E9M6-4LuSA-5MnoI-HRyaH3vhhMF4aAA48cYh5kM_fwsFC4u6X2Lk-kvS23xuqDTKf6SA_v2s82qBwvz0XQWA2arCyf/s400/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461112057096793858" border="0" /></a>Typical salad<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrG0xAF5mv8-JK6UcMWxzzqh74hoB8HZ5IooeAJpKvY2mR9IRapSo0t3QpB-dVrJPpw2qkhbpmfMPdfYP4qqEShxwOC8ukobxSp76HlNiSn5MdduyE0_Nn-Y__mqoJwQdjqUGN/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrG0xAF5mv8-JK6UcMWxzzqh74hoB8HZ5IooeAJpKvY2mR9IRapSo0t3QpB-dVrJPpw2qkhbpmfMPdfYP4qqEShxwOC8ukobxSp76HlNiSn5MdduyE0_Nn-Y__mqoJwQdjqUGN/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461109354158812898" border="0" /></a>Root veggies,Pork tenderloin, Green beans, and Kale<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwiwuVfKw_sk7rouBWVxgSdgZLrovWLR_Nc6J8Q1ai3_LgkJl-w-SpFLE1O19vyNiWhwZxXRG3yGItHNvS-sGF5ZpOoZoLPAsEKZJRBK1bS3os0uIS0Fu3yfAMe_pCucXiC3f/s1600/073.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwiwuVfKw_sk7rouBWVxgSdgZLrovWLR_Nc6J8Q1ai3_LgkJl-w-SpFLE1O19vyNiWhwZxXRG3yGItHNvS-sGF5ZpOoZoLPAsEKZJRBK1bS3os0uIS0Fu3yfAMe_pCucXiC3f/s400/073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461108314684967458" border="0" /></a> Chicken, Carmelized onions, and Chard<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOLxCX4oM4bTZ8CBNz2-dz9LOvEi7YYHMSEu3SC9VGYvEpQF6jrf3lCRdFHfyAqVcfeWeYoCIOpEReyBYpJXf52Xc85efSkntgzGNedqj864oDYlwyNdRpqM0Jdwml7S4ipWGo/s1600/030.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOLxCX4oM4bTZ8CBNz2-dz9LOvEi7YYHMSEu3SC9VGYvEpQF6jrf3lCRdFHfyAqVcfeWeYoCIOpEReyBYpJXf52Xc85efSkntgzGNedqj864oDYlwyNdRpqM0Jdwml7S4ipWGo/s400/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461106778200484658" border="0" /></a>Little Amish Boy (Ben)...Ok so he isn't food, but he is cute and this was taken at a restaurant.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18700528.post-61677853403341432122010-04-08T19:46:00.000-07:002010-05-25T09:57:46.534-07:00Introducing Lydia Mackay<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Nctx1HSUZOEqCZ0KMpfnCjA_fPZcrGCiJoHMv9Z72ajWAA0hA_xxoohft1Rcc-3NlOOql-5Kk9LL88qUOJnhyMmrK5Cxx3f8BTg5ZQ7pB-p-tQ1ZgAZwo_OEaIBjneEuWDPj/s1600/Lydia+Mackay+commercial+headshot.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457971519283331042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Nctx1HSUZOEqCZ0KMpfnCjA_fPZcrGCiJoHMv9Z72ajWAA0hA_xxoohft1Rcc-3NlOOql-5Kk9LL88qUOJnhyMmrK5Cxx3f8BTg5ZQ7pB-p-tQ1ZgAZwo_OEaIBjneEuWDPj/s400/Lydia+Mackay+commercial+headshot.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I have never talked about the fact that I have two beautiful half sisters because I lost contact with them years and years ago. I have recently been in touch with one of them thanks to our sister Lynn who tracked her down. Great work Lynn! </div><div><br /></div>Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11304756298690691625noreply@blogger.com2