A Blessed Mess

Spammers STILL Suck

Now, they are attacking this blog and posting spam comments almost daily.  The IP addresses change constantly so I can't block them but I try to delete them quickly.  I won't turn comments off now but if this continues, I may have to do so.  ARGH!

Anyway, sorry for the relative silence.  I need to set up Typepad on my new iPhone so I can blog from there.  Since getting that phone, it is a rare occasion that I actually take out the laptop.  If you use Twitter, you can find me there at @sheilanan or @sheilacan (spammers caused that too).  Tweets are great for me when my short term memory decides to go crazy because with the 140 character limit, I can still remember what I'm trying to say by the time I get to character 140!

I hope everyone is doing well and getting ready for a lovely holiday season.

As always, thanks for dropping by.

Spammers Suck

Somehow they hijacked my twitter account. Twitter blamed it on my computer (as in a virus or such thing), yada yada yada. I'm now on twitter as sheilacan at least until I can get sheilanan back since now that's locked. Ah, computers, internet, whatever. I'm in love with my iPhone these days and rarely use the laptop anymore other than to clear the memory cards I use in my camera (wow, started shooting in raw exclusively - must get a 1 TB external drive during the holiday sales!).
Hoping that all who read this had a fantastic Thanksgiving and that all remember that giving thanks is something we should all do the other 364 days of the year too.
Just cause I can, here's something weird I did while playing with photoshop and insomnia!

I'm Torn

I'm torn. I want to write, I want to blog, I've got lots to say but right now, I can't seem to pick a direction. Here are tonight's top contenders:

Number One: Eloquence, Harsh Realities and my old friend denial.

The small text reads: "when you have multiple sclerosis you never know what will expire next" and on the model's body the stamps read "use by."

OR

Number Two: Another Kind of Harsh Reality:

Every class has its rebel.

Every class has its rebel., originally uploaded by rudybeardog.

This is the 7th grade class in 1922 complete with everyone's first names written on the back. My aunt had it this amazing picture for some reason that nobody can figure out. Go to flickr by clicking on the picture to see the entire image and other details.

Going through these old family albums is so interesting!

Even Though This Is The Year Of The Duck . . .

Not the Year of the SCRAMBLED Duck EGG, originally uploaded by rudybeardog.

It is decidedly NOT the Year of the SCRAMBLED Duck EGG.
Very eggy. Very yolky. Pretty icky. But very, very YELLOW.

iPhone at Night

iPhone at Night, originally uploaded by rudybeardog.

Just like with the cats - it took a little bit for us to warm up to each other - I'm thinking that this new phone really is pretty nifty and I'm finally "getting the iPhone thing!" :-)

Bear With Me

and yes, I intentionally made that pun.  Groan now.  I'm (obviously) messing around with the look of the blog.  If you like or don't like something or have any suggestions, all feedback is encouraged and welcome!

Thank for stopping by and ad they say down south - Y'all come back now, ya hear!

A Blessed Mess

Jib-Jab???, originally uploaded by rudybeardog.

This is a photo of Celia and Simon Cohen - my mother's paternal grandparents. Simon does look a whole look like that Jib-Jab guy though!

via mythreadedbliss.typepad.com

Jib-Jab???, originally uploaded by rudybeardog.

This is a photo of Celia and Simon Cohen - my mother's paternal grandparents. Simon does look a whole look like that Jib-Jab guy though!

The Bear Pair

The Bear Pair, originally uploaded by rudybeardog.

Much to our delight and surprise, after a couple of rough days, Rudy has adapted beautifully to being the only child. In this house it used to be "all about MEow" but there's been a change and, Rudy says it's "all about ME NOW."

Greenie

Greenie, originally uploaded by rudybeardog.

This is my 45th year and I declared it my Year of the Duck.