I’ve just added the one and only poem I’ve ever written. Well, except for school assignments. They were terrible :) I wrote it about my …
I’ve just added the one and only poem I’ve ever written. Well, except for school assignments. They were terrible :) I wrote it about my son, Aidan, one night after checking on him in bed. It took me all of 15 minutes. Hopefully, that doesn’t show! lol I hope that you like it! Kerry http://www.redbubble.com/people/krwdesigns/writing/417058-darling-babe
Neo,who is 7, is on the Left / Dethen, who is 6, is o…
Neo,who is 7, is on the Left / Dethen, who is 6, is on the right / I know, I know, two of the most handsome boys you ever saw right? / ok, so maybe I am a bit partial, but I cant help it. / took this picture on one of our hikes in the Haulapai Mountains here in Kingman. I may not know the meaning of life…but I do know one thing… / I am so happy I have these boys to walk beside me through it though… / to share in their joy, / hold them in their pain / and just watch them grow, is so awesome… / they add spice to life… I cant image them all grown up, / or how I will feel when they finally leave the nest, / but the joy I get from just one of their shining smiles, / is worth its weight in diamonds… Thank you my big strong men, / for letting me be your Mom, / for letting me kiss your handsome faces, / and for all the love we get to share…
well, sort of. This is probably the last birthday I will celebrate. My mother was diagnosed with incurable brain cancer earlier this wee…
well, sort of. This is probably the last birthday I will celebrate. My mother was diagnosed with incurable brain cancer earlier this week. Normally, my family doesn’t really celebrate adult birthdays, just the kids. We acknowledge birthdays, we just don’t have cake and ice cream and all that for the grown ups. However, my mom wanted us to have a little gathering at my sister’s and have cake and everything so it would be something happy and give her something to look forward to and take her mind off of things. Of course, all I can think of is that, short of a miracle, my mother will never be here to celebrate another birthday with me. We live with my mom in the house I grew up in. She’s really my best friend. She’s the one I always go to when I need to talk or have a problem. and she confides in me too. I can’t imagine life without her. While I’ve been fully aware that my parents are getting older and that the day would eventually come that I would lose them, I never imagined it would be as soon as this. Some of my friends here already know about my mom, and I’d like to thank you all again for your concern, prayers and friendship. It has helped more than you can know.
Today is my Mother’s birthday. She would have been eighty-one years old. I wonder what she would have looked like, and how she would have…
Today is my Mother’s birthday. She would have been eighty-one years old. I wonder what she would have looked like, and how she would have felt about all the changes that have occurred in our world in the last thirty-six years. My children never had the opportunity to meet their Grandmother, my grandchildren their Great-Grandmother. None of them were to be blessed by her delightful laugh, nor were they to feel the strong presence of this wonderful and Magickal woman. All of us were robbed of her charm and beauty. On July 21st, 1972, my Mother was needlessly murdered in Phoenix, Arizona. It was called a random act of violence, kind of like a drive by shooting, just a gun that went off and a bullet that happened to fly through her kitchen window, penetrating her body and exploding deep inside her chest. She bled to death on the doorstep of her house, with no one to hold her hand and comfort her as she passed. The perpetrator was never captured. The detective who handled the case worked in frustration for many years, trying to solve a cold case that to this day is not resolved. I spoke with him not too long ago. He is retired now, but remembers the murder as if it occurred yesterday. He regrets that he could not bring justice to my Mother, and peace to the family that she was torn away from. Today is my Mother’s birthday. I celebrate for her, she who cannot celebrate. I remember her, the beautiful one who wiped my tears as a child, who comforted and consoled me when I was sad or injured. I remember the Mother who made me laugh, who took me on long road trips throughout Arizona, and to California, where her heart certainly belonged. I celebrate for the one who taught me to be who I am. Happy Birthday Mama!! April 14th, 1927 – July 21st, 1972 Posted 04/14/2008 A short edit here. Yesterday, the second rose of the season blossomed, from the same plant that my own birthday rose had come from. I was not able to cut it until today, and believe me, there were thorns aplenty. Here is my Mother’s very own birthday rose, bloomed just for her on her special day. /
For anybody who hasn’t had a chance to check out the winners of the Mother’s day Contest held for both the Selective Coloring Group...
For anybody who hasn’t had a chance to check out the winners of the Mother’s day Contest held for both the Selective Coloring Group and the Childhood Group you can see them HERE. These images really evoke such warm tender feelings and a true sense of motherhood. So much inspiration went into this contest, and it was very rewarding for me as well. While you are there, take a moment and check out the rest of my website and sign up for future news and updates. It is an interactive, resourceful, and informational site aimed to educate photographers on the art and techniques of selective coloring. Also, if you have time, sign my guestbook. I would love to hear your thoughts and if you have any suggestions on making the site even more useful and interesting.
so i haven’t been able to view redbubble for almost two weeks. my internet has completely shit itself and, well, vomits its guts up al…
so i haven’t been able to view redbubble for almost two weeks. my internet has completely shit itself and, well, vomits its guts up all over the screen whenever i try to use the computer. everything has gotten away on me just a little bit right now: / / -a wicked witch has decided she wants to be a part of my life again and it’s hard to tell someone that gave you life how much you hate them and wish to crash their stupid motorbike right through their stupid bedroom window, -it’s everyones birthday but mine, -rent is due. so there you have it. insight you could call it. if you could call it that. please don’t fret fellow redbubblers i’ll have a shiny new computer and a shiny new internet connection in just a week or two. then i’ll spend a couple of days replying to comments, thanking for addings and gawking at some amazing work. jake p.s. no mum, i won’t come to your 40th birthday party. lets call it…revenge.
So often in this day and age / We get uptight and stressed from daily life / Our days are so full up / That we forget about what truly is im…
So often in this day and age / We get uptight and stressed from daily life / Our days are so full up / That we forget about what truly is important. / This is where many have a tendancy, / instead of dealing with their stresses, / or looking at what they personally are doing / they take it out on others Whether it be insulting another for doing something that you don’t particularly like / Or / Being impatient in a car, behind someone in a line, not being able to get past someone when they walk slow. / Not understanding anothers point of view, / Responding sharply to people when they are talking to you etc Getting angry with everyone because deep down you hate your job, your life, your house, your everything, / Or / Thinking the world is against you, that you will never be happy, / Thinking it is ok to take these feelings out on others. At the end of the day, our feelings are our own responsibility. Someone may say or do something you do not like, but your response, your feelings are not what they created, they are your perception on a situation, your response, and truly, we have to recognise and own that this part of a situation is our responsibility and no one elses. Something bad happens to you, it doesn’t mean that everyone else should feel the brunt of that, so dealing with others with respect regardless of how you feel, should be the way it is. If you really hate your job, well what are you doing? Why are you staying there? Because you have to pay for that house? that car? a family? Well at the end of the day, you are the one that has to live with the decision to fill your life with things you do not enjoy, you have to take responsibility on how that affects others within your life. Your life is your own, no material possession should run it, money should not run it, YOU should run it. Make a personal decision to change your life to what you want, your family and everyone around you will also benefit as you are deciding to change your journey and improve it. Look at how you respond to situations. Recognise that something might effect you or maybe that situation seems to hard, well you know that if you can’t deal with something straight away, then consider thinking, well is this something I have to deal with today? If it is, then make an issue of finding a way of dealing with it so it will not cause you undue stress, dont’ avoid as it will only work your stress up even further. If it can be put off, then recognise that what is important, is right now, today this very moment, and schedule that issue in on a day that you feel you may be able to deal with it. Take the time to smell the flowers, you know that old saying. Well its true, that moment in time can be just the refresher you need. Actually it is crucial to make the time for this. For too long now we think that our purpose in life is to get a career a car a house etc, have the two point five kids a pet dog and cat. Well come on, really, if you really think about it, these things were not around in the beginning of time, life was not about this, and it never was, never will. These are material gains, things that are worthless to us in all reality. The things that are important, and believe me when I say, you can have the happiest life being poor, money is only a tool, yes maybe an essential tool for the lives we lead. But what is important, is that moment you take listening to a child, having a cuppa with a friend at a cafe, patting the cat, hugging your children, your parents, your grandparents. Spending time with those you love, making a nice meal for some friends, comforting a loved one in a time of need. You don’t know how long these people will be a part of your life, you will not miss their BMW when they are gone, you will miss them. When we all come to the unavoidable time in our lives called death, do you really think that we are thinking about how we didn’t get that plasma tv, or that brand new car? NO!!! We are thinking, I could have treated this person better, or made more time for this person, did my kids truly know that I loved them? (Kids are more interested in spending time with their parents, than getting that brand new Xbox 360) We are so wrapped up in something that is not real, is this because of a fear of what life may be truly about, what others will think of us, that if we take time to look at ourselves we might not like what we see, hiding from the inevitable – death? Its time to review and recognise what is important!!!
When I was a child I would go visit my family for lunch, this did not happen often, but when it did it was a feast of variety when lookin…
When I was a child I would go visit my family for lunch, this did not happen often, but when it did it was a feast of variety when looking at my family. My mother and many others in the family said we were of Scottish/Irish ancestory and that some of the people in our family were of maori descent. What didn’t sit right for me, even as a little one, was that my father and his siblings all didn’t look Scottish/Irish to me, well not from my perception as they all had olive tone with the thickest blackest hair I had ever seen and strange coloured green eyes, almost of a yellow appearance like a cat. I used to continuously say that something was not being said. About 10 years ago, my fathers father was very ill and while in his death bed he pulled aside my Aunty and shared a family secret. The secret was that his ancestory was Romany Gypsy and that he was ashamed of it. I finally found this out when I visited my Aunty, and finally found a sense of relief, straight away, as I knew that this was what I could see and didn’t like that I could not put my finger on it. So I proudly say, although my family for many years have kept this hidden, that I have a Romany Gypsy heritage.
Bill and I want to thank everyone for all of their prayers that they have sent for Bills mom in Kentucky, and Bill made it up their this …
Bill and I want to thank everyone for all of their prayers that they have sent for Bills mom in Kentucky, and Bill made it up their this morning. I have just got off the phone with Bill and the latest update is that his mother is stable right now, but the infection is now in her blood stream and they are giving her antibiotics to try and stop it, right now all we can do is keep the prayers coming in and hope for the best, She has been paralized for some time now and from where she was unable to move the infection was coming out of her back, this is really a sad situation so please keep them in your thoughts and prayers and I will keep in contact with Bill to keep you all updated. Thanks again for all of your thought and prayers…. Her blood pressure is still pretty low as well… SEND YOUR PRAYERS HERE ~Angi
OHH wow!!! I want to say a hugggggeee thank you for my features, i’m very sorry that it has taken this long to realise that my work was f…
OHH wow!!! I want to say a hugggggeee thank you for my features, i’m very sorry that it has taken this long to realise that my work was featured, at the moment me & my family are going through a little bit of a downer. Again thank you to these WONDERFUL groups you rock!!! they have such talented artists and i’m very honoured to be featured. Love shelly xox “Liam as a newborn with Milkshake” was featured in the group Teddy Bears United “Liam as a newborn with Milkshake” was featured in the group Capturing Emotion 5 days ago / / “Liam 4 days old with daddys arm” was featured in the group Family Matters 5 days ago / / “Mother’s Love” was featured in the group Family Matters 5 days ago
I just thought I’d wait and do one big THANK YOU at the end of FEB for my images that have been featured. I am so Thankful and Honored …
I just thought I’d wait and do one big THANK YOU at the end of FEB for my images that have been featured. I am so Thankful and Honored for being featured. It is a great honor when one has their image(s) featured….and I want to say THANKS!!! Here are the ones I have had featured in Feb. 2009: Child of God has been featured 2 times….I am humbled!!! / Oh NO….I’m NOT / How many licks does it take…. / Do not fear… / Congrats… / Silent Billboard / Fix our eyes…. / Monkey see…Monkey do… / Life… / A daughter may… / Again….I can’t thank you all enough!!! From the bottom of my heart….THANKS!!! Many Blessings…... / ~S
Our home may be poor, but we are rich !htt…
Our home may be poor, but we are rich In many culture the men eat first and are served by the women. You can see the woman’s black garments deeper in the shade. I think this might be a fruit and bread “Mom & Pop” store.
Hi all. I’m very happy to report some more features the last 2 weeks or so. I am very happy and appreciative of some (well all) of these …
Hi all. I’m very happy to report some more features the last 2 weeks or so. I am very happy and appreciative of some (well all) of these works, as they have been like a milestone I passed in terms of both technical and creative aspects. Well, not super creative, but creative enough for me, as I’ve always stated I’m not to creative, just pretty good at capturing life as it happens. Thanks so much to all of you for your support and motivation! The following works have been featured: / Hold my Hand Dad was featured in Canon DSLR / Happy Baby was featured in Oh Baby / Meet Teddy was featured in Images & Ideas / C-H-L-O-E was featured in Family Unlimited / Bass Player was featured in #1 Artists of Redbubble / Feet was featured in the groups Family Unlimited and Mood & Ambience / Katie was featured in Older Kids Age 8-16 / 2009 Oscar Winner Kate Winslet was featured in both 1:1 with Celebrities and All Street Portraiture And Photography / Yes, I’, Cute and I Drool too was featured in Oh Baby! / Man on Gondola was featured in All Street Portraiture And Photography / My Unercuvah Luvah was featured in In the Shoshin Thanks so much to all the groups, I really appreciate it! xoxoxoxo / Jen
I admire my mother so much and she has just returned from around the world trip at age 76. I have just emailed her a poem I wrote about h…
I admire my mother so much and she has just returned from around the world trip at age 76. I have just emailed her a poem I wrote about her and my father (who died at 41 years old) as a present for her birthday. I feel that this is the right time to share this with her. As a tribute to my love and admiration of my Mother and the importance she plays in my life I would like to share the poem again and a few photos of her life with my friends on RedBubble. Happy Birthday to my beautiful mother Joy Rose Slade! Mother Her mind incisive and fast / Her strength a mountain / Courage her middle name and her last / She taught me so much / My mother pragmatic from the start / Me philosophical by heart / When as a child I asked her what I should do? / She said I have given you a good mind, / so think for yourself. Her intellect so penetrating / She bought her books of law / Although she never started / Her mind was insatiable / Always begging for more. / At school in her exams / She was the top 8 in her state / So clarified, so defined, articulate and wise. She was so pretty, her hair so golden / Her features fine / My mothers name is joy / She was the same by nature / She sang to me as a baby / A voice like an angel…even more / She read to me as a child / and taught me the love of words / She drew pretty ladies / and gave me the love of feminine grace / and a passion for art. (Thank you) Her love of my father was passionate and rare / Their charisma together burned on my memory / My father admired and loved her so… / Admiration was the first ingredient of their love / Their IQ was identical and it was high / His inner strength danced with her courage / as his masculine beauty complimented / her feminine grace…so divine. As a young child I witnessed their love / built on passion and respect / My dad held my sensitive heart / in his gentle hand… / My mother shaped my strength / My father taught me nurture / and unconditional love / My mother taught me to stand up / and to spread my creative and intellectual wings / She made me strong enough / so I could be sensitive always. She possessed that rare quality: Courage / My mother was never afraid / to stand up and speak her mind / Conformity was never her mode… / Pioneer, revolutionary was more in line / and gave this to me as a birthright. / She gave me permission to flourish in / my own sunshine and not be afraid to speak / Be different and explore and live true / to my inner voice, my inner knowing… In my early thirties I interviewed her for my / autobiography and my heart swelled with / Pride at the person she was, / the history, the story and the wisdom / she had lived and passed on. / She told me I was the sensitive one / and softness she knew needed / protection and so she challenged me to / strengthen my inside and taught / me that I must look after my inner child (my inner child still dances) My mother encouraged me to pursue an education / To question, to explore, to flourish / To push the boundaries of convention, / To disrupt the wrong and unjust / and to pass on my learning and wisdom / She taught me not to settle for mediocre / and strive and struggle to reach my potential. When she saw my art begin to blossom / and the words explode from my mind as / a teenager she did not try to stop / them or control them… / With pride in her heart she encouraged / me to follow my heart and my dream / She placed no limits or restrictions / on my imagination. Oh that I love her there can be no doubt / She was my role model of woman / and showed me the dynamic / and pure love of a woman for a man / and she chose a beauty in my father. / I admire and I adore her / Inside my heart I know she loves me too / And this is the foundation of my esteem / …a woman of intellect, brilliance and generosity / Joy so beautiful…Joy so wise Although we do not always see eye to eye / We can communicate, challenge and provoke / and reach a better place then we started / We question each other and then we take flight / I am thankful always to my mother she taught / me acceptance of difference encouraged me to / be a freethinker and a creative… / And she taught me the best you can be in life is / kind. By Anthea Slade 14-4-09
Hurray and a many huzzah for food blogs!! Rachael Ray Deng Korean Cuisine...
Hurray and a many huzzah for food blogs!! Rachael Ray Deng Korean Cuisine Sunny-side Up Bionic Bites Japanese Snack Reviews Sushi Everyday A Passion for Food This made me laugh a lot: Manly Pizza
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