Rosebud, MO

I didn’t have much time yesterday, and was pleased I got this much. I really want to go back, given the richness of the subject matter. I spent weeks every summer visiting my Granny and Gramps, who lived on some acreage with 2 lakes just outside of Rosebud, Missouri. These are some of the best memories of my life. A few things have changed in Rosebud since then, but not a lot.

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Farewell, Auntie Betty

We said good-bye to my Auntie Betty today. I was fortunate to be given the opportunity to write something for her and share it with friends and family.I’ll admit that it was hard for me to write something for my Auntie Betty. She was such a unique person, so different from anyone else I’ve ever known…how do you capture that sort of personality in words? I dug back through my memories and realized that knowing Betty was something of an educational experience. No, really. Bear with me here.There are a few things I’ve learned from my Auntie, and I’d like to share them with you today:

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MOTDs and Shoes

Lately, I’ve been dreading picking Zozer up from school. It’s not that I don’t want to see her…I really do and my heart still flips over when she sees me, lights up, and comes barrelling across the playground to hug me.

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Being Zoe’d

M and I, quite frequently, find things in places they ought not be, or find that we’re missing items altogether. We’ve discovered that we live with a little sprite who moves things around according to her whim, and therefore we’ve named those occurrances as “being Zoe’d.”

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I heart econ

A revelation this morning. I love economics. I realize this makes me sound like a big, giant uber-nerd, but I don’t care. It’s fascinating and I love it.

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Out of the mouth of Zoe

This morning, upon learning that her afternoon snack today is trail mix and milk, she looked at me very seriously with a furrowed brow. “Mommy, my trail mix at school has two different kinds of smarshsmallows.” She held up her thumb, “Big ones,” and then stuck out her index finger, “and little ones.”

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I’m small format and I like it

A local photographer gave a presentation at a gallery this evening. I’ve followed his work for quite some time, and received an e-mail invitation to the event. I wanted to go for a few reasons, including seeing his work again and meeting the photographer himself. Mostly, though, his invitation to “look at the ground glass of my large format camera and see what it’s like” was the kicker.

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