Halloween 2006

Ahhhhhhhhh, another Halloween. Children ringing the doorbell, Bella going crazy and my son telling me he does not want to trick or treat anymore.

He tells me it is because he has hit puberty, and now he is more of a manly-man instead of a little kid. I suppose it was inevitable, after all he is 10!!

Years ago I accepted the fact taht he was not going to allow me to select his precious costumes, like: Elvis: The Early Years, or Ribbit: The Frog. I even faced the yearly Batman, Batman Beyond and All other super hero costumes, which we brought throughout the year. But I'm not at all sure how to come to terms with the 'never again.'

I am concerned about how this will affect my scrapbooking. I have a book dedicated to Halloween and I really didn't plan on it being a short book.

Oh well. I guess this year's entry will have to show pictures of him answering the door and giving out the candy.

Such are the rites of passage. For both of us.

Soooooooooo, here I am at SeaWorld for a 'behind the scenes tour.' I was intrigued by the orcas/killer whales, but was entertained by the gentle giant belugas. They are surprisingly very timid creatures. It had been raining for several days prior to this visit, and the water level in their habitat was higher than normal.

These magnificant creatures can sense the slightest difference in their surroundings The trainers had a hard time encouraging them to come close to us, due to the increase of the water at the ledge! Luckily, this brave girl swam forward to make sure I have the photo-and experience-of a lifetime. Did I mention that they are really SQUISHY???


Special thanks to adventure photographer
Berne Broudy for this amazing once-in-a-lifetime picture!
Broudy/Donohue Photography
802-434-5074
www.authenticoutdoors.com
berne@authenticoutdoors.com

My First Entry

I thought this might be a fun experiment. Kinda like a diary, but online for the world to see. Or at least what I want the world to see.

I am many things, to many people and yet most of thse identities do no scorr from one person to the next. A mother, a friend, a professional, a college graduate, a volunteer, an avid crafter, reader and shopper, a wife, a niece and a cousin. I am no longer a daughter, or granddaughter, or sister, which leaves me sad each time I think of it.

I am empowered, I am strong, I am brave, I am tenacious. I am also scared and frightened and feel overwhelmed.

I suppose this could all be solved by a visit to a good therapist and the pharmacy, but many of us are all of these people. Sometimes they all appear in one day.