Thursday, June 5, 2008

My Mother

My Mother is one of ten children. Yes, I said ten. She is third from the oldest, she is one of three girls and is the oldest daughter. My Mother married young (18) and had me by the time she was nineteen. My brother came three years after that and my sister nine years after my brother (cause I asked for her).

My Mother and her brothers and sisters grew up poor. The older kids had to pick cotton and help take care of the younger kids. In spite of all of this they all grew up to be really wonderful people.

Now that you have some of the facts I will tell you a few things about my Mother. First of all, my Mother loves to sing.........all the time. Her favorite thing to do is to call you on your birthday and sing Happy Birthday! She makes sure that you are not home so that she can leave it on your answering machine.

Mother is scared to death of snakes. I don't mean she just doesn't like snakes.....I mean she is completely, totally terrified of snakes. She is scared of rubber snakes, pictures of snakes and snakes on TV, but most of all she is scared of real live snakes. One time me and my sister were in Mother's garage and all we could smell were moth balls. We looked and looked for the moth balls. We figured they had spilled out somewhere. The smell of moth balls was so bad that our eyes were watering. We ask her "Mama? Did you know that your garage smells like moth balls? and she said "yes".........."well Mama?.......why does it smell like moth balls?" She giggled and said "Well, someone told me that moth balls will keep snakes away.........so.......I put them all over the garage." It sounded pretty reasonable to us......through the moth ball "high" that we now had.

When my daughter was born, she was very sick and she was in the NICU in another town. I was there by myself because my hsuband was at home taking care of the younger two children. My Mother had called to check on us and I was having a very bad day. I was upset and crying. We hung up the phone. Next thing I knew my Mother was walking into the hospital. She had driven two hours to come and check on me and the baby. She stayed a little while and then drove back home. She does things like that sometimes.

When we were growing up my Mother would decide that she wanted to go somewhere. I don' t mean to the grocery store I mean on a trip. One time she decided that we would go to Disney World, which was about 7 or 8 hours away. Me, my brother, sister and my Mother all loaded up and drove all night to Disney World. We got there when it opened, spent the day and drove back home that night. We were exhausted but, it was fun!

One night, my Mother decided that she needed to go to the Post Office which was in a nearby town. It was late at night so she wanted me to go with her. I was already in bed with my blue and white striped long john p.j.'s (with feet in them) . She said "just put on a robe, we will only be gone a few minutes, and you don't even have to get out." Well, low and behold we go to leave the post office and the car dies on us in the middle of the road.....late at night.....I AM IN BLUE AND WHITE STRIPED FOOTY PJ'S!!!! All of these really nice......good looking......police officers show up to help. Well, I will just end this story now by telling you.....I WAS NOT AMUSED!!!

My Mother, at times was your typical Mother. She cooked, cleaned and even made our clothes. My Mother was also not a typical Mother. She went to the Post Office and to stores at odd hours and she took us on impomptu vacations. Our lives, needless to say have never been boring and we probably got to go places that most kids back then did not get to go to. All of this was because of my Mama!
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Wednesday, June 4, 2008

OKRA

Don't you just love to say okra. Come on say it.....okra.....okra.....okra. Ok, you have said now but, do you know what it is? Is okra a southern food? I wonder. Oh, well. Let me tell you about it just in case you don't know.

Okra is a vegetable. It is a long green pod. You have to cut it off the vine. There are many ways to cook okra. You can cut it up and fry it, or you can boil it, stew it and even cook it with tomatoes.

When you fry it you cut it up and bread it with a corn meal mixture. You put it in the black iron skillet full of hot grease. Cook it until the breading in lightly browned.

To stew okra you cut it up, put it in the frying pan with just a little oil and cook it down until it becomes mushy. (yes, I do know that mushy is not really a cooking term but, that is the best description I could come up with) Oh yes, add salt to taste.

When you boil okra you just put the whole pod in boiling salted water until they become really slimy and tender. Boiled okra will just slide right down your throat. YUM!!!!

Maybe okra is an aquired taste but most everyone I know will eat it in some form or other. I like it any way it is cooked.

AHHHHH okra.......don't you just love to say it? Okra,okra, okra,!

My Pictures

Photography is my passion. I love taking pictures. It is like a therapy for me. When I take pictures I can't wait to get home to see what I have. I love to study them and tear them apart to see what I could have done better. There is nothing more satisfying than getting the right shot.

I am not a fan of posed pictures. If I have to do posed pictures I try to come up with something different and totally unexpected.
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There is nothing worse to me than neat little people all in a row. Shake it up and show me who you are.
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I love candid pictures. When you get a picture of someone that is uanaware that you are there, you are able to see their soul. You can see the person they truly are, not the person they want you to see.
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There is nothing more beautiful than a picture of someone lost in thought....you may not know WHAT they are thinking but, you know HOW they feel about it.

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Sports pictures are my favorite pictures to take. I love freezing that blur of action. You can see things that you don't see on a video or with the naked eye. Getting a close up candid picture of an athlete who is "in the zone" is awesome. Athletes show more emotion in the heat of a game than anyone I know. Their emotions range from frustration to elation, from pain to joy, and from victory to defeat. Every emotion that a human is capable of showing can be witnessed on a football field, a baseball diamond or a basketball court. It is all there....you just have to look.

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My favorite subjects are my children and my husband, "T". If they ever doubt the love I have for them, all they have to do is look at the pictures I have made over the years. Those pictures are made with more love than they will ever be able to comprehend.

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Any way, my pictures are my art. They are my therapy. They are my excitement. They are the soul of my family. They are my fun. But, most of all my pictures are a piece of me.....they are my heart....they are my soul....they are my self portrait.....without me in it!

So if you ever look at any of my pictures.....look really close.....because you will see me.......I am the one behind the camera and YOU are looking at my life through My eyes!

Monday, June 2, 2008

My Sister Exist Because of Me!


Now I know you are thinking this is one strange woman here but, it is the truth! My sister is here because I wanted her to be.


When I was about ten or eleven, I decided that I just had to have a baby sister. NOT a baby brother.....I already had one of those. It had to be a baby sister. I started praying every night..."God bless Mama, Daddy,Chris, Granny & Grandaddy Tew, Granny & Grandaddy Hartley, all of our dogs and cats (and everyone else who happened to be in my life at that time) and Lord.......you think you might could give me a baby sister?" Every night I prayed for my baby sister. I promised I would take care of her, change her diapers and dress her up and all that stuff.


I told my Mama I was praying for a baby sister.......you know........so she would be ready and all. Well do you know she just laughed at me and told me "that is not going to happen." Well guess what? HA HA HA......I got my baby sister!


And.....you know what else? I changed her diapers, I dressed her up, and I took her every where I went. I even took her to my school dances. Now remember.....when I was seventeen she was only five years old but, it did not matter. She was the baby sister I prayed for.


You know what else?...........she was and is everything I always knew she would be.......all of those nights of praying......night after night after night after night......I guess God decided he better give me what I wanted cause I sure wasn't gonna leave him alone until he did!


I Left My Baby In A Strange Place

Yesterday I left my baby boy in Tuscaloosa, AL. The University of Alabama to be exact. He will be gone a whole week. What kind of Mother am I? I can't believe I left him there. I know, I know he is seventeen years old and to YOU he is not a baby but, to me he is still my baby.

When you look at him you see this.....

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When I look at him I see this...........

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So don't try to tell me he is not my baby.........he will always be my baby......in my eyes.