Motherhood has been revolutionized by the invention of the Digital Camera.
Like it’s not enough that we start this Motherhood Journey with morning sickness and stretch marks, culminating in a protracted experiment in sleep deprivation.
We are then suppose to nourish, protect, and civilize our progeny—WHILE taking and preserving for posterity a pictorial record of every event large and small.
One of the greatest challenges of motherhood has been conquered by a slow and steady advance in the technology of photography.
Digital camera technology goes back to 1951 and Bing Crosby.
I’m not making this up.
You can just Google it if you’re really interested.
Then NASA added their 2-cents worth.
Anyway, fast-forward to 1991 when the 1.3 megapixel Nikon F3 based Kodak (DCS) Digital Camera System release was—forgive the pun—aimed at photojournalists.
Guess who made the first digital camera aimed at the consumer market?
I’ll give you a hint: it was designed to work with a HOME COMPUTER via a serial cable.
The date was February 17, 1994.
Now do you know?
Apple, of course. Ta-dah! It was called the Apple Quick Take 100 camera.
So let’s re-write the slogan: New Version: It’s as American as Motherhood and Apple.
My hubby and I went to the movies and saw about 3 previews for new movies with plots revolving around time travel and the prospect of a LIFE RE-DO OPPORTUNITY.
One of them actually had this line in the trailer, “In the future, time travel will be banned for all but a few, these are the Loopers”.
They skipped over the part about time travel actually being invented.
It must have gotten out of hand though because it got banned.
If time travel was possible, I’d go back and give my Mom a great digital camera and lots of memory cards.
Then instead of torn and bent black & white pictures that were stuffed in an old box in the bottom of the Linen closet,
I’d have about 3000 more pictures in iPhoto—all of me. I could Photoshop them and look awesome.
I could literally re-write the history of My Life in Pictures.
Kodak, a company now bankrupt, but once synonymous with pictures, has had several great advertising slogans.
But I have a beef with Kodak over their slogans: they are misleading.
The first was by George Eastman himself.
You Press The Button, We Do The Rest.
False advertising if I ever heard it.
Back when George gave us this little zinger the button was the first step in a long process that required professional developing and special paper.
Then came, Share Moments. Share Life.
It conjures up pictures of Birthdays & Holidays & all the Special Firsts of childhood.
I’m all choked up and I can’t see through the viewfinder with all these tears in my eyes.
But still, this is not all there was to it at the time.
It was never point and click—-until it was too late for me and my kids.
I tried to take pictures.
Of course, I could never tell if I got the shot until the film was developed and the moment had passed.
I tried to get them put in albums.
Of course the plastic sheet covers stuck to them and then turned everything a “sick” sepia tone color.
I hate Kodak.
I’m glad they are BANKRUPT.
I love my Nikon D50.
One day I’m gonna learn how to use it on something other than autofocus.
If you’ve read other posts you’ve seen my grandkids.
I’m forgiving Kodak and trying again with improved technology and another generation.
Tomorrow is my birthday.
I thought about a serious post focusing on maturity and how to tell if you’ve got it.
Then I though, maturity is like good hair: you either have it, or you don’t.
I do. Not the hair, the maturity. Thankfully my hair is still ok, it’s not POWER HAIR like Jacqueline Kennedy or Brooke Shields, but so far it’s all present and accounted for.
As for the maturity, I had it when I was young, which is not how anyone would currently describe me.
And I guess they won’t in the future if they don’t currently.
That ship has sailed.
T. S. Elliot, the guy who wrote Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats which Andrew Lloyd Webber made into a hit musical called, of course, Cats , wrote that “the years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down”.
If T.S. were still around he might have to revise his numbers because I keep hearing absurd things like 60 is the new 40.
That sounded just stupid about 5 years ago.
Now I’m looking for medical research that supports it as fact.
The truth is that life isn’t about Quantity as much as Quality.
It’s not about how long you live, but how fully you live.
I titled this blog A Really Full Life because that’s my personal goal.
Jesus said, “I came to give life—life in all its fullness”. John 10:10
I haven’t yet written the About Page for this blog. I’m having technical difficulties—AGAIN.
When I do, you’ll discover that I’m a christian.
I asked Jesus to forgive my sin and come into my life over 42 years ago
on August 18, 1970.
You know what I want for my birthday?
I want you to meet Jesus too.
I don’t know where you are on your life timeline, but I can promise you that if you don’t know Jesus, you’re not living A Really Full Life.
So here’s my gift to you:
The good news is this, Jesus Christ is God come to earth in human form to offer himself as a sacrifice for sin.
He did it because of His great love for you and because you couldn’t do it for yourself.
For it is by grace you’ve been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—not by works, so that no one can boast. (Ephesians 2:8-9)
The most important decision you’ll make in this life is what you believe about Jesus Christ.
That decision will determine all of eternity for you.
I’d love to share more about Jesus with you. If you want to know more, just ASK.
While I’m sharing, here’s the link to my favorite Birthday Cake recipe and a picture.
Unlike many bloggers in the Weekly Photo Challenge, I don’t know how to use Photoshop.
I’m not whining, I’ve had to choose between Photoshop and learning how to insert photographs into this blog in the appropriate sequence.
Learning Photoshop is on my To Do List, and the course is already purchased and waiting on Udemy, but I couldn’t complete it in time to make this challenge.
I’m still throwing my hat in the ring with this shot I almost deleted as a bad one because of the reflection.
Don’t you love serendipity?
I think this un-Photoshopped version is cool.
And I happen to be Editor-in-Chief of this blog.
Let me tell you the backstory behind the photo.
My hubby and I were taking a day for ourselves as the ramp-up to our 27th anniversary celebration.
We drove our JAMES BOND Mercedes convertible,
that’s the one with the top that folds down automatically into the trunk and makes my grandkids say ‘AWESOME’.
I forgot where I was going with that super long run on sentence.
Let me start again, we drove up into the foothills near Jackson to see if Teresa’s Restaurant still had great Italian food.
They do. Great margaritas too.
We talked non-stop and shared memories of our life together—so far.
There are still chapters to be written in this romance/adventure novel we experience as our life.
I call him Mr. Spontaneity because I never know what he might decide to do next. Like, move to Africa.
You think I’m kidding.
Other wives, the fainthearted kind, couldn’t have hacked it with my guy, but he’s perfect for me because my name is Kelly
and in Celtic it means WARRIOR WOMAN.
Info my husband says “might have been useful 27.5 years ago”.
Having been a race car driver, my hubby loves curvy roads that tap into some of the German Engineering built into his TOY CAR. Thankfully there are other motorists and the CHP that rein him in so it doesn’t turn into a white knuckle experience for me. I just get to feel a little Grace Kelly in How to Catch a Thief minus the scarf and the French Riviera.
Is it all you’d hoped it would be? I included the photo so you’d know that THIS IS THE TERESA’S I AM TALKING ABOUT.
You can’t judge a book by its cover.
The food is good, the wine & Margaritas are good, and the TIRAMISU is required eating.
If you need some good conversation too, my hubby and I are usually free on Thursdays.
Coming home we stopped in Jackson to fill up the tank on the, “Excuse me, I’m German and can only use PREMIUM GRADE FUEL” Mercedes
I really took the photo of the Homemade Ravioli place because I’d seen a story about Alphabet Photography (www.alphabetphotography.com/about_us.aspx)
and I was taking pictures of church steeples that looked like capital A’s and this porch across from Teresa’s that looked like a stretched out M and I thought the large rectangle of the Ravioli place looked interesting as a possible backdrop for a collage.
I’m glad I hadn’t gotten around to hitting delete before I saw the new Weekly Photo Challenge: Merge.
My shot isn’t great photography, but it put me in touch with some very special memories.
Isn’t that one of the best things a photo can do?
Have you been to Southern California? If you live there, well, I’m jealous, envious, bitter, and have a little malice in my heart toward you.
I used to live there. When we moved, taking our 3 kids, about 2.7 million people moved in to fill the void.
The 405 is 6 lanes each direction, but gridlock remains for many hours of the daily commute and at maddeningly unpredictable hours on the weekends.
And PCH (Pacific Coast Highway for you who aren’t yet on a first name basis), well let’s just say the Highway part is optimistic language.
It’s no mystery why the population continues to swell instead of flowing out like water to fill in the lonely landscape of say, the desert east of Palm Springs, into Nevada, or even up to Montana.
It’s the BEACH.
The wide Pacific graces the west coast making the landscape, the weather, and the views extraordinary.
After dinner one evening we drove through some of the local neighborhoods where the lots are small and the houses are big.
On a street filled with stately Tudors, Spanish style adobes, and lean Modern innovations, I came across this Ocean Liner inspired design.
Nothing on these streets is original. Everything is a remodel.
Inside and out, top to bottom these homes endure regular cycles of renewal and reclamation.
I was too embarrassed to look like the tourist I was and waited until the owners had gone inside before taking out my camera.
So, what you don’t see in the shot is them sitting on the upper deck with friends. They were having wine and laughing.
Since they probably didn’t know I was a tourist, I don’t think they were doing it to gloat or rub salt in my wounds, but I’m not certain.
The views from the 1st deck must be great, but the 360 they get from the upper deck would be breathtaking.
People don’t buy houses there.
They buy a lifestyle.
Not everyone is athletic, tan, blonde, beautiful, and successful, but there are enough that it skews the curve.
A Beach House represents a dream for most of us non-coastal types.
Lazy days spent in old khaki shorts and flip-flops, riding bikes, and walking the dog on the beach inhabit our coffee break daydreams.
Fish tacos for dinner and drinking wine with friends as the sun goes down all has to be crammed into one week on the yearly calendar.
If we’re lucky.
So while a week at the Beach tops the Dream Vacation Idea List, you don’t need to spend the Kid’s College Fund to enjoy Sunrise or Sunset views.
There are still some Cheap Seats for the 2 best showtimes everyday.
Some wise folks in the past reserved a place for everyone.
The Ocean Liner Beach House is a dream, but eating ice cream cones and walking barefoot in the sand with my hubby—that’s a dream come true.
Did you notice I learned how to insert Media appropriately interspersed in the text?
I rented my cap & gown for the graduation ceremony.
Don’t you sometimes wish there were simple answers to life’s hard questions?
Sometimes there are.
One of those questions is ‘what does it take to be a good wife?’
Come on, you’ve had this discussion lots of times with girlfriends at Starbucks. What did you come up with?
Make love more often
Work out and keep your figure
Let him have the remote
Ask if he’d rather play golf Saturday than mow the lawn or go school shopping with the kids
Endure another business dinner with his boss, yes, the one you think is a primate
Spend less money on yourself
Get excited about the Sports car he wants to buy
Marriage can be heaven on earth and 10 minutes later you’re at DEFCON 1.
Most of us have figured out how to handle the good stuff; it’s when things get difficult that I needed a tool for damage control.
Years ago I found a Mission Statement, a single mantra to guide my words and actions toward my husband when I’d rather be selfish and mean.
Will this do good or harm to my husband and our relationship?
That’s not what you wanted to hear, right?
Let’s talk HGTV instead.
You’ve seen the shows like Property Brothers that feature a complete remodel.
Did you ever notice the tools? Some are for tearing down, for demolition, and others are constructive, for building.
When things get out of sync I only want constructive tools at the ready.
I can’t control my husband’s response, but I can decide in advance that I won’t, in the space of a few moments, damage something we’ve both been working a long time to build.
How do you handle the tough times and rough patches in your relationship?
She does him good and not harm for as long as she lives (Proverbs 31:12)
A few days ago I came across a new definition for boy: noise with dirt on it.
I’m calling it the 2.0 version of snakes and snails and puppy dog tails.
The thing I like about the new definition is that it has a WARNING included.
Did you spot it?
When there is no noise associated with a boy then you can bet he’s into trouble.
Kids take on Superhero traits when they are doing something you’d rather they not do. Super-fast, Super-strong, and yikes—Super-destructive. Once Silas decided to check under the hood of the Mac the de-construction took less than 7 minutes.
Silas is smart. His Dad is scary smart and now we are seeing the early warning signs in his progeny.
But, let’s look at the bright sides of this, and there are several.
First, Silas wasn’t being bad, he was being curious. That’s something you NEVER want to discourage in a kid, or in anyone else.
Second, Apple makes great products and this was quickly repaired.
Third, the adults in his life have been alerted to his need to know How Things Work and went shopping for some new items to cultivate and encourage curiosity and discovery while minimizing collateral damage.
Don’t you love stories with happy endings?
The laptop, by the way, is no longer residing on the Kitchen table.
It now enjoys a Penthouse view in an undisclosed location.
Silas will have access again when he’s about 6 and learns to write code.
As for me, I’m curious about how to arrange, manipulate, and otherwise control the images I add to my posts.
Currently they just show up wherever they feel like it.
You have to keep moving forward. It’s the basic challenge of life and of learning to ride a bike. You have to let go and you’ll never find out if you can do it until you just let go and try. Please don’t give up before you try. The look of delight on your face will make everyone who loves you want to smile and shed tears of joy for you and brag about your accomplishment.
Are you bored, are you busy? The cure for both is to try something new. You don’t feel it but your brain craves new challenges and experiences. You’re never to old to build new synapses.
I have a son-in-law who loves board games. I used to call them bored games, but he has coerced me into a renewed adolescence with Carcassonne and Settlers of Catan. King of Tokyo is so geeky I feel like I’ve been air dropped into an episode of The Big Bang Theory, but nothing else in my day job requires me to engage in strategic planning or plotting evil and chaos. Besides we eat pizza without guilt because that’s what you do on GAME NIGHT.
What can’t you do? That’s the secret to growing your brain. Find what you can’t do that you’d like to do and teach yourself how to do it. Cook like a chef, paint like an Impressionist, or swim like a fish. It doesn’t matter what you choose, it just matters that you keep moving forward.
I sat next to a stranger at a luncheon one day. It was clear that she didn’t know anyone else at the table. I turned and introduced myself and asked her to tell me something about herself that I’d never guess. It’s a question I’ve been asking for years and I hear some really strange stuff, but her response was awesome (sorry to use awesome, but it’s appropriate here). She was a little overweight, mid-fifties, and not what I’d call athletic. Her face broke into a Cheshire Cat grin and she said,”I have a black belt in Judo”. She said the day that her youngest entered 1st grade she stopped at the grocery store on the way home from dropping the kids at school. There was a new Martial Arts Studio next to the store and she saw a sign that offered 3 free lessons. She went in and never stopped attending.
She’s my hero.
I’m gonna learn Italian and how to add a personally designed header to this blog. They aren’t related, but I’m just committing them to print so I can’t slack off.