Wordless Wednesday - Don't Step on the Third Rail.

I'm not ashamed to admit that I may or may not have had too much to drink last night. Now I have that feeling, you know, the one that feels like a bunch of heavy soggy lukewarm bandages are wrapped tightly around your head. That one. Blaaaaargh.

So I'm leaving you with a photo for Wordless Wednesday while I try and go get acclimated to my brain again.

Not the best photo ever, and would likely benefit from some editing, but it's somewhat old... Most underground DC Metro stops look like this one! I was at the Smithsonian stop, waiting for my train.

Wordless Wednesday - Sprouts and Tables and Dresses, oh my..

Finally, some photos! How exciting! Anyways, remember those flower seeds I planted? (It's okay if you don't, I won't hold it against ya.) Well here are some sprout photos...

These are the Cosmos, and they've gone BONKERS! Three days after I'd planted them, baby sprouts were shoving their way up through the dirt, and about a week and a half later... this! The flowers are in very beginning blooming stages (you can see them if you squint, maybe) but they're on their way! I can't wait to see the colors, and set them on my front porch in full bloom. :)


Here is a close up of the marigolds, and you can see the little flower sprouts in the leaves!! :) I like this photo, I am really learning how to take a decent macro photo with my stock lens.

Look, it's me! I wore this dress last Friday and I kept getting COMPLIMENTS on it... what the heck! I bought it at Kohls in 2005 for 15 bucks! Anyways, I figured I'd document this momentous occasion, and also document the fact that continuous P90X is making my arms look awesome.

Here it is, the Table Set of Doom!! We're thrilled with it and it fits our decor perfectly. And, I'm writing this post from the chair directly in front of the curtains! How cool is that?? And no, there is not a plant in my purse, it's an illusion!! ;)

Yup, another one. See, the plant is a separate entity! You can see on the island counter to the left the crappy books I've subjected myself to reading, and will review them shortly. No really, they're really bad. I decided to dabble in 'chick-lit'... bad plan, Sami. Blargh.


Last one. I HATE our wastebasket. Bluh. But it serves a purpose. The signed doodlydad on the wall is actually a menu from Emeril's restaurant in Orlando, and it's signed by Chef Bernard - we got to meet him! I was pretty flabbergasted, but mostly drunk. Heehee...

This concludes (not-so) Wordless Wednesday!

A not-so Wordless Wednesday.

At first I was just going to post this picture. But then I realized, without the context behind it, it's just a motorcycle. Hence, the not-so Wordless Wednesday. ;)

I received a phone call from my mom on August 7th, 2005. It was a Sunday and probably around 11 o'clock; I was home in my little townhouse in Maryland sewing and watching TV. I never expected to pick up that phone and get the barely audible news that I did - He's dead. Grandpa? No. Dad? Yes.

My dad was a fit guy for 56. He exercised all the time; running, canoeing, martial arts, hiking. He had been mountain climbing with some friends from work that morning when he had just collapsed, and was unable to be resuscitated. They were lucky to be hiking near a husband and wife pair of doctors at the time, who took care of him until the air-lift arrived. But it was still too late.

To this day we're still not really sure what happened. My dad had always been a smoker, but he was working on cutting back. There was no autopsy done because he had never wanted one, so we could only assume it was a blood clot or some sort of heart failure. Regardless of the reason, it stopped time for us that day.

I'll spare you the majority of the details that followed. My dad had always had a motorcycle, a Harley Sturgis. As far back as I can remember I was going for rides on that thing, putting on my white bike helmet, my mom worrying at the foot of the garage while we took off down the road. He rode everywhere on that thing, alone, with friends, everywhere. So after he passed away, my mom didn't have the heart to sell it, so she gave it to one of his best friends and biking buddies.

This was four years ago. My mom got the above photo on her email recently, as well as a note from my dad's friend. He's restored the bike fully and rides it everywhere! He's also been sick, and his family has fallen on some financial troubles, and he said that many times it'd crossed his mind to sell it, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it because of what it was, and who it belonged to. It really warmed my heart to hear that, that he was keeping that legacy going despite the odds.

So the photo to me is wordless. And now it is to you all, too. (After lots and lots of words...;)



Talkabout Thursday will be posted tomorrow! Have a great Wednesday all!! :D