tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18130799620918565992024-03-20T03:43:50.697-06:00PhoblographyThe art of blogging photographsSide-Show Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265599953595128noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813079962091856599.post-62441934654939852672012-10-11T23:22:00.002-06:002012-10-11T23:22:54.176-06:00One Last Thing...I went to Nick's funeral today. It was tough. Tougher than I thought it would be.<br />
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Which made me realize one very important thing: I was more affected by his passing than I let myself think. Which, actually, is kind of what I did with Nick from the get-go. I talked myself down about how I felt about him at every step:<br />
"No, I don't have a crush on the guy, I just admire his good character."<br />
"No, I don't care that he never called back, I just wanted to know his answer to my question."<br />
"No, I'm not dating the guy, we just like to go out to dinner together almost every night, and he pays."<br />
"No, I'm not in love with the guy, I just have a really big crush on him."<br />
"No, I'm not upset that he met someone else, I just don't like that he cancelled our plans."<br />
"No, I'm not sad he's getting married, I'm just sad I didn't hear about it from him."<br />
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I was only fooling myself.<br />
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I think I did this because I was trying to protect myself from getting hurt. Which also explains why I never really flirted with him either. I was always worried about "ruining the relationship." Which is to say, I was sure he didn't feel the same way, and I didn't want to lose him completely when he found out how I felt. How naive I was! First of all, to think that a little thing like a crush would ruin our friendship; secondly, that I thought he didn't like me back - even just a little; and thirdly, that I thought he didn't already know how I felt.<br />
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The thing that hit me like a brick-in-the-head today at the funeral was how many regrets I have when it comes to Nick. Especially when it comes to never having told him how I felt. I know that nothing really would have come of it, because he was meant to be with the love of his life, Christy. But maybe I could have had some kind of closure with him by telling him and then finding out that he didn't feel the same way. Instead, I went away from that relationship feeling like I would never know if it would have worked out, or even how it would have felt to date him for real. I also regret - more than not telling him how I felt - not going to his wedding reception. He sent me an invite to it. He even called to make sure I knew he wanted me to come. And I still didn't go. Partly because I am anti-social and never go to wedding receptions if I can help it, and partly because it hurt me too much to think of watching him happy and in love with someone else. How selfish of me! He asked me to go, he thought of me as his friend, and I turned my back and effectually said, "No, I'm not your friend. I don't care about your happiness."<br />
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Shame!<br />
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But you know, after all of that talk, I have to say that today was exactly what I needed to finally let go. I finally got the closure I never allowed myself 5 years ago. That's the beauty of funerals. That's why we have them: to give us the chance to take one last look at our loved ones and say goodbye. I'm so grateful for this. I'm so grateful I had the chance to see my friend for one last time, to see his beautiful family...<br />
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...and to say goodbye.Side-Show Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265599953595128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813079962091856599.post-48489718683310310432012-10-11T00:31:00.002-06:002012-10-11T23:23:31.159-06:00High's and Low's<div>
Last week I wrote about my friend's passing. I've been thinking about him this week, and his family. I've been struck on more than one occasion at the tragedy that has befallen them and I have grieved with them. I've had many thoughts about Nick and how good he was. I don't like to go into too much detail about him since his death has been in the news and so much has already been said, so I'll just leave it at that. </div>
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Death is a very spiritual thing. We don't realize how much so until we experience for ourselves the loss of a loved one. Suddenly the purpose of this life becomes so clear, and we have the chance to look with eternal eyes to see what lays ahead of us in the next life. Death reminds us that this is life is so temporary. We are, none of us, here to stay. We all have to go home to our Father in Heaven, and some of us much sooner than others. I know this about death; I learned at an early age that death can be more uplifting than it is tragic, as long as we look at it with eternal eyes. I'm grateful for this knowledge. It has given me an assurance of my divine nature and the divine nature of all of us. It has given me peace and comfort, and at my darkest moments I am able to draw upon the strength of that knowledge. I only pray that Nick's family will be blessed to remember often this truth, so that they may draw from the strength it brings as they adjust to this most sudden separation. </div>
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And so for me, General Conference couldn't have come at a better time. I needed the spiritual uplift that I always feel during General Conference. I needed to have that reminder of the eternal, of what this life is all about. I needed to remember that Nick will be ok, and so will his family, because of the Atonement of Jesus Christ.</div>
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I've been listening to a lot of past conference talks lately (I keep it playing in my car so I can listen every time I drive anywhere), so when I had the chance to listen to 8 hours of Conference, I was on cloud nine! I had so many insights into my own spiritual progression and what I need to be doing differently to improve myself. I felt the Spirit bear a powerful witness to me of the divinity of the Savior and His Atonement. I felt a strong witness of the truth of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and of the prophets. I came out of that conference a better person than when I came in, and I know that is because it is true. I know the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is the Lord's church here on the earth. I know that Joseph Smith was called of God to restore the priesthood keys in these latter days. I know that I am a daughter of God with a divine heritage and birthright. I know that Thomas S. Monson is a prophet of God and the Lord's mouthpiece. I know that he is divinely called to lead our church at this time. I know that the Gospel is true! </div>
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I don't bear my testimony enough, this I know. And I'm pretty sure this is the first time I've borne my testimony on my blog, and that is a sad fact. I should be shouting my testimony on the rooftops! Not hiding it from everyone so that they are constantly wondering if I only go to church for the free snacks. </div>
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I'm going to have to finish this post tomorrow (and I'll fix it then, because this is the roughest rough draft I've ever published), because it is way past my bed time. :)</div>
Side-Show Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265599953595128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813079962091856599.post-71273174659353945152012-10-05T23:59:00.000-06:002012-10-06T00:06:52.578-06:00Warm Fuzzies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Seeing pictures of my family like these gives me warm fuzzies.</div>
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My sister Sherry makes the best grandma</div>
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Blessed.</div>
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There's just too much man in this picture for me to process.</div>
Side-Show Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265599953595128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813079962091856599.post-73306105655605797312012-10-04T23:48:00.000-06:002012-10-04T23:48:29.111-06:00Looking Through Some Old PhotosWell, not "old" per se, just not new.<br />
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June 2011.<br />
Lots of great things happened in June that I documented with my camera. It's times like these that I'm grateful for my camera-journal. I forgot half of this stuff even happened, let alone that they all happened in June!<br />
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<li>Family portraits of the Ploeger Family (not pictured below)</li>
<li>Girls Camp (not pictured below)</li>
<li>Company golf tournament (not pictured below)</li>
<li>Katie and Eric's wedding (not really pictured below...just shots of the temple)</li>
<li>1-year birthday party at Rock Canyon park (for June, I think)</li>
<li>A visit from the Vic & Mona fam (shots on the Heber Creeper)</li>
<li>Haskin family campout (this technically happened in July, since it was for the 4th of July, but it's in my June pictures folder, so I'm keeping it on the list)</li>
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Salt Lake Temple...AT NIGHT</div>
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That's Jeff and Dan making it a team effort to roll down the hill. And if you want to see some seriously sweet hill-rolling daring, check out <a href="http://youtu.be/wDM4UEKBQpk" target="_blank">Jeff</a> as he takes a head-first leap down the hill, Princess-Bride style!</div>
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I call this: Waiting For A Train That Will Never Come</div>
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But mainly that's because they were waiting for the "men" to finish buying the tickets, and because the train was on the other side of the station, so technically, it never would get to where they were.</div>
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Playing an intricate game of dirt bingo. The rules are top secret, so I'll only say that it involves shovels, two toy cars, and a banana. And I've already said too much.</div>
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And if you believed that, wait till you see my still of Home Alone 5.</div>
Side-Show Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265599953595128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813079962091856599.post-65766311135972566452012-10-03T23:26:00.001-06:002012-10-03T23:26:49.890-06:00A Friend, RememberedIt's late, so I'll be brief.<br />
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My friend, <a href="http://www.heraldextra.com/news/local/border-patrol-agent-shot-killed-on-duty-in-ariz/article_825f75db-eb3b-5480-ab47-2b72ca70db46.html" target="_blank">Nick, was killed</a> yesterday. I haven't spoken to him in years (he got married 5 years ago, and shortly afterwards moved to Arizona to do border patrol there), so it hasn't hit me as hard as it would have if we still hung out. But still...<br />
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What has affected me the most is the thought of his wife and two little girls. His youngest isn't even two years old. She'll grow up never knowing her dad, and that breaks my heart.<br />
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Nick was such a great guy, and even though I was never around him when he was a father, I have no doubt that he made an excellent one. He served a mission, honored his priesthood, and married in the temple. I'm sure his wife and girls will be reunited with him one day, and I pray for them that they will be comforted and strengthened during this most difficult of trials. I also pray for his parents and siblings. And if you're reading this, maybe send your own supportive thoughts and prayers their way because they will need it.Side-Show Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265599953595128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813079962091856599.post-37257232856284185952012-10-02T02:12:00.000-06:002012-10-02T11:42:38.452-06:00Late-Night List<b>Some stuff that's on my mind right now:</b><br />
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1. I've been thinking about getting back into the swing of blogging after roughly two years' absence.<br />
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2. I really love the creative high I get from writing and other such artistic things.<br />
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3. My favorite App this week: Paper by Fifty-Three.<br />
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4. Daydreams...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sorry for the lack of posts. I'll try to get some more up soon.</div>Side-Show Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265599953595128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813079962091856599.post-83305263943982237452010-07-18T22:27:00.000-06:002010-07-18T22:27:07.543-06:00Summer, Family and Fun!It's that time of year when family gets together for reunions and other stuff. We have two family reunions in a row this summer, so we've already got family trickling in, even though they don't start until next week. My brother and his daughter drove in from Chicago last night, and we spent the day hanging out with them. I had my camera out (of course) so I took a few shots of us lounging in the living room after dinner.<br />
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Our house is hot right now because the A/C is a little wimpy, so most of us were in shorts and t-shirts, and spread out as much as we could be, except for Steen. haha! Unfortunately, Tina was upstairs on the phone when I took these, so she isn't represented in this series, but I'll make sure to catch her later.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdP2jba-3wqcjEqEWe7iqlVfSWbfPyA0kyHXMWnYuYc-nx-6ZJ0PjN-xbwtENr_ZIzlceYO-TuUvcwwf-9B3xsTfGv7tKjF7kCpA4YnGJzf2wididd-2QKTbEqj6S2nF9HROOthrp0E-I/s1600/July+2010+057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdP2jba-3wqcjEqEWe7iqlVfSWbfPyA0kyHXMWnYuYc-nx-6ZJ0PjN-xbwtENr_ZIzlceYO-TuUvcwwf-9B3xsTfGv7tKjF7kCpA4YnGJzf2wididd-2QKTbEqj6S2nF9HROOthrp0E-I/s640/July+2010+057.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My niece Becca got baptized today! This was taken at the family potluck at Sherry's house afterwards.</div><div><br />
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Now that I've got one month under my belt with this photo challenge (yeehaw!), I'm getting a pretty good feel of what I'm doing. Below are the pictures from last month which I posted on my <a href="http://3-6-5challenge2010.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html">other blog</a>, along with my favorite shot from the month. Enjoy!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Favorite shot for June:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO6yo3YnTPoy3BNtABxJQyLeO9jxyckiLfSfKUsrVs_byhG5ZldYUbTcxrs8_v4vTkGlr9wVqtUF1tjwVBpcTXw6djZOlF-cZdHq8g56t1Q42tf4tjk__QDk2nSSP2rZIgc7x5448gr7g/s1600/ThreeSixFive-24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO6yo3YnTPoy3BNtABxJQyLeO9jxyckiLfSfKUsrVs_byhG5ZldYUbTcxrs8_v4vTkGlr9wVqtUF1tjwVBpcTXw6djZOlF-cZdHq8g56t1Q42tf4tjk__QDk2nSSP2rZIgc7x5448gr7g/s640/ThreeSixFive-24.jpg" width="426" /></a></div>Side-Show Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265599953595128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813079962091856599.post-42135447682510117892010-06-21T11:40:00.000-06:002010-06-21T11:40:49.702-06:00Be Kind to Your Fine Feathered Friends...I got this article via the <a href="http://www.add.org/mc/page.do;jsessionid=289790B6699B143085B3E37DA20C7929.mc1?sitePageId=92488">ADDA</a> E-Newsletter I signed up for a while back. I usually ignore the articles because they don't apply to me (most of them are for ADHD adults with families), but this one struck me as something not only I needed to hear (having so many family members who have ADD/ADHD), but anyone who feels like the under-appreciated or who needs a reminder to drop a kind word now and then.<br />
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A kind word goes a long way...<br />
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<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="mso-cellspacing: 0in; mso-padding-alt: 3.75pt 3.75pt 3.75pt 3.75pt; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 100.0%;"><tbody>
<tr style="mso-yfti-firstrow: yes; mso-yfti-irow: 0;"> <td style="background: #36002A; padding: 3.75pt 3.75pt 3.75pt 3.75pt; width: 99.0%;" width="99%"> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">Praise, Acknowledgement, Gratitude</span></strong><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div></td> <td background="https://imgssl.constantcontact.com/letters/images/1101093164665/top_right.gif" style="background: #36002A; padding: 3.75pt 3.75pt 3.75pt 3.75pt; width: 1.0%;" width="1%"></td> </tr>
<tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 1; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"> <td colspan="2" style="padding: 3.75pt 3.75pt 3.75pt 3.75pt;"> <div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #382d36; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">By Rick Green<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Most children with ADHD love positive feedback. And they rarely get receive enough of it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
Adults with ADHD crave positive recognition. I certainly do, and on our website, <a href="http://r20.rs6.net/tn.jsp?et=1103496853916&s=25461&e=001gKFe28XdrYZR8ovsrsJXeUe_VSoYXuNER_o5xJWC5sYGogyVqmovsfN9K2szUuBWiQDkoIli7c46SAx3zSqTen2CayKZDWzZtGRGOYO_CPGVG4hBJ0LxXQ==" linktype="link" shape="rect" target="_blank" track="on">TotallyADD.com</a>, we hear from adults who feel shell-shocked by endless criticism and complaints from those around them. It's fascinating to see the support and praise these 'under-acknowledged' adults give each other in the Forums. Comments go beyond, "Been there, done that," "Been there, done that," to honestly celebrating each other's accomplishments, including the simple act of sharing their story.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
It's been said what works well for ADDers is beneficial for anyone. An obvious example is regular exercise. Universally great advice, it seems to make an extra difference for us ADDers. (Too bad it couldn't be eating cake or napping.)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
Same with praise. Everyone loves to hear they're doing a good job, but ADHD experts agree that we seem to get an extra boost from positive feedback. It seems to fuel us. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
Of course, only if the kudos are heartfelt. If you can't see your spouse behind all the piles of paper on their desk, cooing, "I love that you're so tidy" will not resonate. Even a perky, "You sure know how to pick a strong, sturdy desk," won't fly.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
On the other hand, as your spouse wades through the paperwork, you might acknowledge the challenge and admire their efforts. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
Why are ADDers so responsive to praise? The same reason diamonds are valuable: Rarity! To us ADDers, praise and acknowledgement are often scarce. Until we start to manage our ADHD, we draw a lot of criticism, correction and anger, often unexpectedly. Sometimes we don't know what we did wrong, or we don't notice the 'collateral damage' we cause. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
For example, when you arrive home and your ADD spouse shouts, "Surprise!" and points to the four-course meal they've are oblivious to the pile of pots, pans and utensils heaped on the stove. But you sure do! Instead of gushing, "Oh honey! How thoughtful!" but you gasp, "What have you done to my kitchen?!" <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
Bam! Instantly they feel like a failure and vow, "I won't ever do that again." <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
The success of a marriage can hinge on these moments. Many experts suggest you offer five positive comments to every negative one. Recently a social worker told me she thought it should be 10 to 1.<br />
"What?! How can I find ten things to praise about someone who drives me crazy?" <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
The answer lies not in what your ADHDer is doing, but in how you view it. With practice, you can find something to praise in any situation. The secret is to stop focusing solely on results. Instead, praise their intention. When your spouse surprised you with that four-course dinner, the goal wasn't making you angry. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
When you acknowledge an accomplishment, add emotion to it. Personalize it. "The lawn looks good," is nice. "I love what you've done with the lawn!" is way better.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;">When you acknowledge an accomplishment, add emotion to it. Personalize it. "The lawn looks good," is nice. "I love how the lawn looks!" is way better. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
Finding things to praise or celebrate requires a shift in perspective. Not only is the cup half-full, it's a beautiful cup. And it's full of delicious juice! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
Praising someone with ADHD, adult or child goes beyond motivating them. You get to see your world from a place of optimism and gratitude. And that's a great place to live. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
The heap of dirty pots and pans happened because someone loves you. Same pile of pots and pans. Whole new perspective! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
From there, it's almost natural to say, "You made dinner! You did all this. You look so proud. I'm proud of you too." Point out the mess after dessert. By then, you may decide to turn the 'mess' into an opportunity.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
"Let's do the dishes together and I'll show you a trick to avoid them stacking up on you."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
Or, even better...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
"Let's go to bed, darling. The dishes can wait until morning." <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">Rick Green, a well-known Canadian comedian/writer/actor, has ADHD. The creative force behind <a href="http://r20.rs6.net/tn.jsp?et=1103496853916&s=25461&e=001gKFe28XdrYZR8ovsrsJXeUe_VSoYXuNER_o5xJWC5sYGogyVqmovsfN9K2szUuBWiQDkoIli7c46SAx3zSqTen2CayKZDWzZtGRGOYO_CPGVG4hBJ0LxXQ==" linktype="link" shape="rect" target="_blank" track="on">www.TotallyADD.com</a>, Rick shares his hilarious and often-pointed observations about living with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder to liberate fellow ADHDers from the fear, shame and stigma of ADHD and help them create a life they love.</span></em><o:p></o:p></span></div></td> </tr>
</tbody></table>Side-Show Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265599953595128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813079962091856599.post-35807748965903883482010-06-16T17:25:00.000-06:002010-06-16T17:25:35.448-06:00Creeeepy!I promise that the following images are not doctored, neither are they pictures of ghosts. I don't want to see these floating around the internet with "real ghost picture" attached to them, so don't you dare try it!<br />
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We were setting up to take some pictures of the night sky and I was taking a few practice shots since I didn't know what I was doing. I set the exposure to a full minute on the first shot, and Kim (who didn't know I was taking a picture) danced in front of the camera for a few seconds of the shot. It turned out so cool!<br />
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In fact, I liked it so much, I decided to dance in front of then next shot. I didn't dance long enough and I was wearing black, so it just looks like a floating head. haha!<br />
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You gotta admit, they're pretty sweet shots!Side-Show Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265599953595128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813079962091856599.post-34700552568839286452010-06-15T17:54:00.000-06:002010-06-15T17:54:22.267-06:00Another picture from my trip...On Saturday we drove to Arches National Park to get some shots of the the scenery and go on a hike. On our way to the first stop I made Christine pull off to the side of the road because the view was so breathtaking. As I stepped out of the car, my first thought was of indecision. <i>What should I capture first?</i> The scene before me was too wide to take in one shot, and almost all the pieces of that scene lost their magnificence when I tried to capture them individually. So, I decided to capture every angle of my view and turn it into a panoramic picture when I got home. Here's the result:<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">* Disclaimer: This is the only panoramic shot I took during my stay in Moab, and it wasn't a very good one. Because I decided on a whim to do a panoramic I didn't fix my camera settings or get out my tripod, so I had to do quite a bit of editing to make the transitions between shots look not-so-obvious. Not my best editing work, but I still like the shot. It was my first view of Arches during this trip, and I was so excited to be there that every time I see this picture I remember that excitement!</span></i>Side-Show Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265599953595128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813079962091856599.post-27666464952364854372010-06-13T23:08:00.001-06:002010-06-13T23:11:58.178-06:00Moab, Day 2As promised, here are my favorite shots from yesterday. It was such a great day, and we had so much fun! I'll post the night shots separately because they are my favorite, and because I want to dedicate a little bit of time to that post. This one is rushed because it's almost 2 hours past my bedtime.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">This is a great story that deserves a better telling than this, but there you go. We drove to the last stop on the arches drive to try to outrun the storm that was bearing down on us. We thought we were home free (I don't know why), but when we got out of the cars to start our hike the rain started to come down. At first it was a light trickle, so we did a quick powow and decided to wait out the storm in our cars. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then came the lightning (Picture 1 is me trying to capture it, but to no avail.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then came down-poor (Picture 2)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then came the hail (Picture 3)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then it went back to sprinkling...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Our car decided to ditch after that, while the guys in the other car stuck around until they could hike a little.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">After we bailed on the guys, we were driving back to town when we saw this cool rock formation that we wanted to check out. It was still raining, but Christine and I decided to brave the cold and head out anyway. It was only 15 minutes or so, but I was drenched (poncho and all) and grinning by the time we got back to the car.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Still on our way back to town, and we stopped yet again to take some pictures of the scenery. We may not have gotten a hike in, but we still had a chance to see a bit of the sights.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Fun day!!</div>Side-Show Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265599953595128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813079962091856599.post-4237537582190812652010-06-12T19:52:00.001-06:002010-06-12T19:54:30.879-06:00Moab, Day 1I'm trying a new thing here: posting pictures of my vacation while I'm still on vacation. Maybe then I'll be able to share more stuff than previous posts. The pictures below are part of the handful I took last night on our first night in Moab. <br />
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More to come...Side-Show Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265599953595128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813079962091856599.post-5550063662780432862010-06-08T22:04:00.000-06:002010-06-08T22:04:31.616-06:00A Reject from Today's 3-6-5 PostI took this shot on my way home from work, and it almost made the final cut for my<a href="http://3-6-5challenge2010.blogspot.com/"> 3-6-5</a> post of the day. But, I've had too many nature shots the last few days, so I posted a different picture. I liked this one so much that I still wanted to share it, so...here it is:<br />
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If anyone wants to join me in the challenge, or has a good idea of what the reward should be, let me know!Side-Show Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265599953595128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813079962091856599.post-7301352006448196842010-05-20T13:58:00.000-06:002010-05-20T13:58:08.487-06:00Good Times!I'm feeling super happy today! I love days like this when I'm happy for no reason.<br />
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Especially after the last week or so, when I was feeling grumpy for no reason. <br />
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I think it's a testament to working out. After an absence of almost 2 months, I went back to the gym this week, and I really think that's why I'm feeling good about life today. Gotta love those endorphins!<br />
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Also, I went golfing with my office this morning and it was gorgeous. I took my camera along to document the occasion for work, but unfortunately I had it on the wrong setting, and didn't notice until it was too late. <br />
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Here are the few shots that turned out.<br />
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</div><div>While we were waiting for the happy couple to exit the temple, a few of us hung out on one of the lawns at temple square. Those have to be my favorite shots, so of course I won't be sharing them until I've touched them up and branded them first. Here are the few I've already fixed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9xFM7bqmE8kxYf-YhzbDh6eO7CvySrHjCaij8Umok22bvx_XM6CFABK1Aaiz2pnvdcDIomCr7gHX0xQQQnUi8CrZ6wQ0xjDiljo6-6dGT7RJcgjeApCYRxiCK_Z_E3rFMYQhUZIpeSOg/s1600/Paul's+Wedding+024-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9xFM7bqmE8kxYf-YhzbDh6eO7CvySrHjCaij8Umok22bvx_XM6CFABK1Aaiz2pnvdcDIomCr7gHX0xQQQnUi8CrZ6wQ0xjDiljo6-6dGT7RJcgjeApCYRxiCK_Z_E3rFMYQhUZIpeSOg/s640/Paul's+Wedding+024-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div>The family group of Dave and Ashlie above is a great sequence. All I wanted was a close-up of the family, but baby Lauren didn't want to be there at that moment, and Dave was distracted with Lauren. Hence, each shot I got of them had neither Dave nor Lauren looking at the camera.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>More to come...</div>Side-Show Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265599953595128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813079962091856599.post-76162067520677449282010-05-12T10:43:00.000-06:002010-05-12T10:43:18.574-06:00Sickly<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-yFc58UoCDqZaDLVwwRKTfxxHVTfhd7CMl93b1h6fLDXSeaQP-RuET8NVGQSylNjQLmzHT3IHDZ5NQB_9bLhg6p73LBJYtkpnGF-oayLGvbVhdwuv3dIhPrf-JotKB_Q0ximBe5iv6SA/s1600/May+2010+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-yFc58UoCDqZaDLVwwRKTfxxHVTfhd7CMl93b1h6fLDXSeaQP-RuET8NVGQSylNjQLmzHT3IHDZ5NQB_9bLhg6p73LBJYtkpnGF-oayLGvbVhdwuv3dIhPrf-JotKB_Q0ximBe5iv6SA/s640/May+2010+004.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
I've been sick for what feels like months when in fact it's only been two weeks. I'm tired of coughing and sinus headaches and cold medicine.<br />
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So, to cheer myself up this morning, I've decided to post some pictures that I've taken recently. They aren't in particular order, and I didn't have the energy to do any post processing, but I still like the way they turned out.<br />
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We had pizza night at RoseAnne's house this month, and it was so much fun! Even though my voice isn't back yet from my illness, I still had fun trying to talk over the pleasant cacophony of the family visiting with one another. It was potluck, so we all tried to bring something to the dinner.<br />
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I brought my car.<br />
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Not edible, I know, but then again...I live with Grandma, and she needed a ride, and she brought half the food...so really, my car was quite invaluable. The food was great, the company even better...and the kids...<br />
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Well, we all know I'm a sucker for babies. They can wrap me around their tiny little pinkies with just one look. Check out theses gems of my great-niece, Esther. I SWEAR she was absolutely POSING for these shots. She would make the faces a split second before the camera clicked, and then demand that I show her how it turned out on the LCD screen! <br />
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She's two, by the way.Side-Show Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265599953595128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813079962091856599.post-37084988607013918722010-05-06T21:52:00.000-06:002010-05-06T21:52:35.866-06:00CandidSo I'm starting my laptop up to download some pictures from my camera when Stine walks in from the bathroom and says, "I was thinking I could do two things at once, and then I realized...my hands are tied."<br />
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I looked up to see what she was talking about, and saw this:<br />
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<a href="http://www.ardendavishaskin.blogspot.com/">www.ardendavishaskin.blogspot.com</a>Side-Show Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265599953595128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813079962091856599.post-92040252261479157432010-04-22T23:52:00.001-06:002010-04-22T23:53:28.620-06:00Back to the Good StuffI know my last few posts have been slightly meaningless and mostly about A.D.D., but that's mainly because that's how I've been feeling lately. But I'm ready to snap out of it, so to start myself off I thought I'd share some cute pics of my friend's adorable little boy.<br />
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I got to hang out with my childhood friend, Sarah, on Saturday last week and we had so much fun hanging out! We hit Tepanyaki's, then parked it at Old Navy for a while to do a little shopping for the kids. After that, we went for pedicures! A totally unexpected and awesome treat for me!<br />
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While we were at Old Navy, Sarah's little boy was being so cute that I had to get a few shots of him and the hats he kept trying on:<br />
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Kids are just so fun! Especially to take pictures of. <br />
Thanks Sarah, for an awesome girls night out!<br />
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Why are they all typing louder?<br />
Dialing phone numbers louder?<br />
Stomping around instead of walking?<br />
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And is it just me, or have all of the phones increased in volume since yesterday?<br />
Who turned up my computer speakers when I wasn't looking?<br />
And why does the copy machine sound like it's next to my ear?<br />
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Oh, wait. That's right. <br />
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I have A.D.D.Side-Show Valeriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265599953595128noreply@blogger.com2