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motorcycle first ride'/><category term='Ice storm naps'/><category term='canada day'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='life'/><category term='passion'/><category term='one word'/><category term='McCall'/><category term='Wally'/><category term='GHOSTS and GOBLINS oh my.'/><category term='change love grows'/><category term='history'/><category term='Karen Russell'/><category term='Todd scrapbooking Tim'/><category term='fondue family'/><category term='HO HO HO'/><category term='traditions holiday christmas'/><category term='feet'/><title type='text'>BITS of this &amp; PIECES of that</title><subtitle type='html'>Documentation of my daily life through photography, art, crafts, scrapbooking, and food.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>370</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-1730050140618205853</id><published>2010-02-01T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:34:02.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Thanks for visiting. You can find my&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;NEW BLOG&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;at &lt;a href="http://lisa-bennett.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lisa-bennett.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Be sure and update your favourites! See you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-1730050140618205853?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1730050140618205853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/1730050140618205853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/1730050140618205853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-7034990305359200185</id><published>2010-02-01T09:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:46:28.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies Bradley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment personal'/><title type='text'>in Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S2bbMabMoII/AAAAAAAAByw/NJa2XFmT5U8/s1600-h/2010-02-01+Mamma+%26+Her+Boy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S2bbMabMoII/AAAAAAAAByw/NJa2XFmT5U8/s320/2010-02-01+Mamma+%26+Her+Boy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is a very special day for this little guy. Little "B"s first birthday is today, and I am filled with memories&amp;nbsp;of the phone call we received telling us of his&amp;nbsp;arrival&amp;nbsp;shortly after we fell asleep. I remember how it felt driving through the pelting snow towards the hospital all the while my thoughts were sent back to a night just over a year before, that we were headed in the same direction with similar road conditions, but for a much different event. This little guy made it OK to receive late night phone calls that resulted in driving under difficult conditions! Little "B" is amongst a group of the next generation in our family and is my fourth Godchild (3rd Godson). He is simply a JOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really want to say today is that a baby's first birthday really is a celebration to his/her's Mamma &amp;amp; Daddy, or to whomever has fed, changed, bathed, soothed, and cried with him or her. A baby's first birthday, really is a celebration that their Mamma &amp;amp; Daddy found a rhythm that is all their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honour of Baby "B", I celebrate you Mamma &amp;amp; Daddy for doing such a good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;XOX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-7034990305359200185?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7034990305359200185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-celebration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7034990305359200185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7034990305359200185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-celebration.html' title='in Celebration'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S2bbMabMoII/AAAAAAAAByw/NJa2XFmT5U8/s72-c/2010-02-01+Mamma+%26+Her+Boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-7585714915001617696</id><published>2010-01-28T09:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:26:41.535-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>it's a GO!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was all GO! An early morning appointment for a MVI on our geriatric car came out&amp;nbsp;surprisingly pleasant...too bad our "new" car never seems to have the same outcome when it goes in for service! A quick trip to the city for a visit to the camera shop and then I posed for the camera so I can&amp;nbsp;get a&amp;nbsp;passport in the works. I managed to get the mail in the post, the doggies walked twice, and all the while my mind constantly&amp;nbsp;drifts to photography. The beautiful weather has me again thinking of outdoor photoshoots! The only downside of yesterday is that I missed not one, but two phone calls from my guy [sigh]. He made another attempt bright and early this morning but our connection was bad, so attempt two will hopefully be successful later on today....fingers (and toes crossed) for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't heard about my "Lisa Bennett Photography" give-away, check it out on Facebook. Look up my page by searching for "Lisa Bennett Photography" and you will get the full details there. In a nutshell, I'm giving away a full session INCLUDING high resolution files on CD, just for being a "fan". 30 days to go people! 30 days to make goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY is much like yesterday, except it's my "new" car that is going in for service. I have a date with a travel agent to see how we can get to Greece the end of May, I have a pitstop at the post office and a meeting with the vacuum cleaner...a couple of doggie walks will be mixed in too! They're forecasting rain/snow/freezing rain, but outside my window I see sun. Gotta love these kind of days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XO&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-7585714915001617696?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7585714915001617696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7585714915001617696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7585714915001617696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-go.html' title='it&apos;s a GO!'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-1792926471893361779</id><published>2010-01-27T16:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:49:00.729-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FB challenge'/><title type='text'>Fun....and MORE FUN!</title><content type='html'>Since I started a Facebook page for "&lt;em&gt;Lisa Bennett Photography&lt;/em&gt;" I decided to have a little fun and put out a challenge. I have set a goal&amp;nbsp;of 500 "fans" to be reached by the end of February 28th. If that goal is reached, I will do a random draw for everyone who signed up to be a fan. The person whose name I draw will receive a &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt; photo session as well as a CD with high resolution photos to do with as you please! No strings attached! The value of this package&amp;nbsp;is up to $500. The only thing I would like to add is that I have excluded family members; and I also would like to note that I cannot travel to Timbuctoo for free, or to Cape Breton or PEI or New Brunswick for that matter either. If you happen to live in one of these places,(or any other place over 50 km away from my home, I would &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; to meet you at a location of your choice, for a small fee which we can discuss at the time of booking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you're someone who didn't WIN BIG, I can't leave you out either. For anyone who is a &lt;em&gt;Lisa Bennett Photography Fan&lt;/em&gt;, I am offering a 15% discount for your session too! If you contact me, just let me know if you are a &lt;em&gt;Facebook Fan&lt;/em&gt; and the discount is yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOX&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are you up for the challenge? Spread the word and let's see how many people we can bring together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-1792926471893361779?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1792926471893361779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/funand-more-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/1792926471893361779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/1792926471893361779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/funand-more-fun.html' title='Fun....and MORE FUN!'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-4149620842521394231</id><published>2010-01-26T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T09:21:30.127-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>step'n out</title><content type='html'>...yup! that would be me. I have come out of my hiding place (sort of) and managed to keep my lunch down while I added a Facebook Page for Lisa Bennett Photography. You may say....big deal....everyone has a Facebook page! For this girl it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a big deal. It means I am officially saying to the world &lt;em&gt;"I am a photographer"&lt;/em&gt;...I even find it&amp;nbsp;hard to write that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear can be paralizing, and right now I'm plowing forward even though I am &lt;em&gt;very fearful&lt;/em&gt;. Writing this I am having another &lt;em&gt;"what was I thinking moment".&lt;/em&gt; That is me though. When I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; want something I can tell I am on the right track because I am &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; fearful. This feeling is the same feeling I used to get at every swim meet that I swam well at. I had&amp;nbsp;more difficulty&amp;nbsp;competing in front of a home crowd, but put me in the pool with all of the swimmers and coaches that I was in awe&amp;nbsp;of and I excelled! I'm sure there is some technical term a doctor would use for this type of behaviour, but I just call it performance anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of behavior and photography goes hand and hand for me. I see things through my lens....I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; see things when I'm looking through the lens of my camera. The little glances that pass between two people who know each other really well. The light brush of his hand on her shoulder. The sarcasm that screams &lt;em&gt;I love&lt;/em&gt; you even though the words aren't spoken. How her eyes follow him as he chases after their child who runs away playfully. L.O.V.E. That's what I see. L.O.V.E. isn't perfect. L.O.V.E. and &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt; can sometimes get messy. Documenting the L.O.V.E. and connections between people is what gives me goosebumps... and yes, sometimes even makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet most of you never knew what a cornball I was until I started sharing this blog of mine, now did you? Wally says I'm a &lt;em&gt;mooshball&lt;/em&gt;. I think both words can be used to describe me...and many, many more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-4149620842521394231?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4149620842521394231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/stepn-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4149620842521394231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4149620842521394231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/stepn-out.html' title='step&apos;n out'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-7548148192738679307</id><published>2010-01-24T08:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T08:48:46.592-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>the DRESS</title><content type='html'>I am getting close. Getting close to having my new blog and Facebook Fan Page completed enough to share. Can you tell I'm excited? They aren't exactly how I envisioned my web existence to be. I have many, many ideas of how I would like a &lt;em&gt;professional&lt;/em&gt; website to look and feel; but alas, I am going with my theme that &lt;em&gt;life is perfectly imperfect!&lt;/em&gt; Sometime in the next few days I plan on unveiling what I have been working on lately, and I can't wait for your &lt;em&gt;honest&lt;/em&gt; feedback. For now, let me tell you what else I have been up to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all of the fun I've been having learning how important web designers and developers are, I was given the opportunity to see the daughter of a friend of mine have her wedding dress fitting done. Oh my! I knew she would be a gorgeous bride, but she found the one dress that is defintely hers. Now. Let me tell you how I know that dress was hers....She tried on over 30 dresses last week looking for the one that spoke to her. She and her Mom had narrowed it down to two but decided they would look at another store just to be sure. When they returned to their original two selections, the bride-to-be spotted a dress that looked nothing like the dress she envisioned for herself. Their special day is a destination wedding, and she will marry her love with their families as witnesses in beautiful Greece! Apparently, Mom of the bride felt some exasperation at this point, but &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; bride prevailed and tried &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; dress on anyway. I tell you all of this because&amp;nbsp;it is an example of how I &lt;em&gt;believe to my soul&lt;/em&gt; that is how&amp;nbsp;life is. When we open our eyes and our hearts, what we need at that particular time, comes our way! B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L!!! Thanks ladies. From the bottom of my heart I am honoured to have witnessed you both share this special day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-7548148192738679307?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7548148192738679307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/dress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7548148192738679307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7548148192738679307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/dress.html' title='the DRESS'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-4023023837729934908</id><published>2010-01-22T09:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:02:20.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>2nd thoughts</title><content type='html'>...and 3rd....and 4th...and so on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a little consumed with self-doubt lately. Not necessarily in a bad way mind you. Just that little knot that you get in your stomach that says &lt;em&gt;what on earth was I thinking?&lt;/em&gt; I had that feeling this morning when I remembered what my post from yesterday was...&lt;em&gt;what on earth was I thinking to let other eyes see the silliness that my husband I get up to? &lt;/em&gt;That feeling was so strong this morning that I opened up the Blog and almost hit the delete button for yesterday's post. But, then I said to myself, &lt;em&gt;why would I delete part of me?&lt;/em&gt; So, there you have it. My name is Lisa and I am a corny, goofball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still struggling with decisions regarding my photography. I have no doubt that this is something I &lt;strike&gt;want&lt;/strike&gt; need to do. What I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; doubting is how far do I take it? Do I pay someone to build a professional website? (anyone out there willing to trade services?) Do I pay an on-line company for services to provide a template and hosting? Do I just keep going along as I have been and let it happen organically? How on earth do I earn a living providing a good product (my eye, skill and design) at a reasonable cost so that my customers walk away feeling that they have&amp;nbsp;experienced &lt;em&gt;more than what they&amp;nbsp;expected&lt;/em&gt; for the amount they paid me? This is when I really need someone close by to bounce ideas off of...no matter how hair brained they may be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY is another work day. I have been researching and researching on the web trying to nail down some ideas. Hopefully, I will have results by the end of today! It's another gorgeous morning in my neck of the woods so that makes for another day of enjoyable jaunts with the doggies. Lily has a visit with the vet and the laundry is already on the go. I have a date with Acadian Lines and a meeting with the boss. Today, my friends, is full of a &lt;em&gt;bit of this, and a bit of that, mixed with a lot of thoughts towards the Gulf and Haiti. To everyone working away from home I wish you nothing but the best!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;XOX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-4023023837729934908?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4023023837729934908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/2nd-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4023023837729934908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4023023837729934908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/2nd-thoughts.html' title='2nd thoughts'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-9214734052802258670</id><published>2010-01-21T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:48:52.398-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>a little L.O.V.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1iR9MNXj8I/AAAAAAAAByU/QHNAVEJg0B8/s1600-h/2010-01-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1iR9MNXj8I/AAAAAAAAByU/QHNAVEJg0B8/s320/2010-01-21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sent in the form of non-expiring coupons tucked away in a Valentine card in hopes that it arrives sometime in the month of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY:&amp;nbsp;So far, it's&amp;nbsp;been a busy one. Lots of work before and after operation of the snow blower (you won out Wally - I took your advice and used the machine instead of my back). It's&amp;nbsp;beautiful out there. Two walks have already been completed thanks to Lily and one more to go (thanks to Lily again), but it's not a complaint when the weather is so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOX&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-9214734052802258670?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/9214734052802258670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/9214734052802258670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/9214734052802258670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-love.html' title='a little L.O.V.E.'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1iR9MNXj8I/AAAAAAAAByU/QHNAVEJg0B8/s72-c/2010-01-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-3466150756806500125</id><published>2010-01-20T09:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:38:37.117-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>a Firetruck Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1cGmaihh7I/AAAAAAAABx8/Kn7y1gAhoRw/s1600-h/DPP_0008_PP+4x6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1cGmaihh7I/AAAAAAAABx8/Kn7y1gAhoRw/s320/DPP_0008_PP+4x6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I did a bit of humm'n and haww'n about whether to make the short trek down to the valley for a birthday dinner for my nephew Ty. It wasn't that I didn't want to go....it was the fact that if they're forecasting even so much as flurries, I avoid the highway like the plague. I know, I know. I am working on it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I am so happy that I went! Ty will be back out west working when his birthday rolls around, so even though it's a little early...Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1cGam1-kcI/AAAAAAAABxU/HoeLEJ4vHPw/s1600-h/DPP_0002_PP+4x6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1cGam1-kcI/AAAAAAAABxU/HoeLEJ4vHPw/s320/DPP_0002_PP+4x6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, if you take a look around it seems that it might have been someone else's early birthday too! Uncle Ty managed to deliver his birthday gift to Baby "B" early at&amp;nbsp;his own birthday celebration. Very sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1cGc6gawlI/AAAAAAAABxc/caNvoMVrww4/s1600-h/DPP_0003_PP+4x6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1cGc6gawlI/AAAAAAAABxc/caNvoMVrww4/s320/DPP_0003_PP+4x6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how you make lots of noise to keep Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy on their toes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1cGhDXImoI/AAAAAAAABxs/OzRisO_ZZtc/s1600-h/DPP_0005_PP+4x6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1cGhDXImoI/AAAAAAAABxs/OzRisO_ZZtc/s320/DPP_0005_PP+4x6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No drinking and driving.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1cGjoWYu7I/AAAAAAAABx0/HOp3vpne2JQ/s1600-h/DPP_0006_PP+4x6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1cGjoWYu7I/AAAAAAAABx0/HOp3vpne2JQ/s320/DPP_0006_PP+4x6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm now "driving" on&amp;nbsp;my own...Uncle Ty is the best uncle ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1cGehwp3FI/AAAAAAAABxk/cPow3UyNREo/s1600-h/DPP_0004_PP+4x6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1cGehwp3FI/AAAAAAAABxk/cPow3UyNREo/s320/DPP_0004_PP+4x6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;...and there's cake too??? Yummmm....I like this cake stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1cGp97mXOI/AAAAAAAAByE/WIXFKHnugkM/s1600-h/DPP_0010+4x6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1cGp97mXOI/AAAAAAAAByE/WIXFKHnugkM/s320/DPP_0010+4x6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;...as Great Grand Dad would say....wash it down with some "mook"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1cGtE8xfXI/AAAAAAAAByM/ib-wOcwCHAI/s1600-h/DPP_0011_PP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1cGtE8xfXI/AAAAAAAAByM/ib-wOcwCHAI/s320/DPP_0011_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After all of this, I'm feeling a little old now....thanks guys! (just kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;TODAY: It's all work...and waiting in anticipation for the storm to hit. So far, it's just flurries in my neck of the woods. I can't wait until spring &amp;amp; summer. Mostly because my guy will be here with me, but I can't wait for the good weather to arrive too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;XOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(I would like to add as a disclaimer....these photos are straight out of the camera (SOOC), so don't judge me....OK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-3466150756806500125?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3466150756806500125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/firetruck-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3466150756806500125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3466150756806500125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/firetruck-birthday.html' title='a Firetruck Birthday'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1cGmaihh7I/AAAAAAAABx8/Kn7y1gAhoRw/s72-c/DPP_0008_PP+4x6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-465581017020576887</id><published>2010-01-19T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:20:02.559-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Annapolis Valley Newborn Photography: Baby "A"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1YSCsXX8hI/AAAAAAAABxM/sV0IZtj3oII/s1600-h/2010-01-19+Alannah+Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1YSCsXX8hI/AAAAAAAABxM/sV0IZtj3oII/s320/2010-01-19+Alannah+Collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;YESTERDAY I worked away in front of the computer, but was able to end my work day a little early to have dinner at the farm. That made for two cooked meals, two days in a row! Imagine that! I'll have a share tomorrow on what went down at my quick visit.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: It was a drive through the valley for the third day in a row. I spent some time wishing my clients a happy new year and did all of the necessary errands I have on my "sales" day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I wanted to include a little eye candy, I decided to include a collage of baby Alannah. I went back and forth over whether to desaturate the colour, make it black &amp;amp; white, make it sepia, etc. etc. I ended up somewhere in between, which I can tell isn't perfect....BUT those expressions &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; perfect! What a sweet little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOX&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-465581017020576887?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/465581017020576887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/annapolis-valley-newborn-photography_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/465581017020576887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/465581017020576887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/annapolis-valley-newborn-photography_19.html' title='Annapolis Valley Newborn Photography: Baby &quot;A&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1YSCsXX8hI/AAAAAAAABxM/sV0IZtj3oII/s72-c/2010-01-19+Alannah+Collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-3894621276548616119</id><published>2010-01-18T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:49:35.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Annapolis Valley Newborn Photography: Introducing Alannah</title><content type='html'>...and here she is....the newest arrival in our family....introducing Alannah Jennifer Malaiya Whynott. At six weeks old she is a growing little wee one. I hadn't planned on taking photos, but I usually have my camera nearby and couldn't resist taking a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1Ryhc3QBjI/AAAAAAAABxE/su4niFm8ChU/s1600-h/2010-01-18+Alannah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1Ryhc3QBjI/AAAAAAAABxE/su4niFm8ChU/s320/2010-01-18+Alannah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My Mom lives in an apartment building that is filled with kind and caring neighbours. Audrey happens to be one of those lovely ladies that makes up Mom's close knit community. While visiting with the newest arrival in our family, Audrey was visiting with the newest arrival in her family. I couldn't resist taking a little snapshot of her giving sweet love to her great grandbaby. This little one is a preemie who happened to be born the same day our little Alannah was born. So very sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1Ryfqv79gI/AAAAAAAABw8/3Mr8xRDruHc/s1600-h/2010-01-18+Audrey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1Ryfqv79gI/AAAAAAAABw8/3Mr8xRDruHc/s320/2010-01-18+Audrey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to concentrate these days on all of the good that is happening around the world with all of the sadness and desperation in Haiti. I keep thinking about all of those suffering as well as all of the volunteers who are desperately working to provide aid and support in the chaos. I also can't stop thinking about all of the men and women (and in particular the &lt;em&gt;really young&lt;/em&gt; men &amp;amp; women)&amp;nbsp;who have arrived, and are about to arrive, to witness devistation that no person should ever have to endure. I pray for those that are suffering as well as those that are there to provide humanitarian aid. The Chronicle Herald has been providing full coverage from HMCS Athabaskan. The stories that have been published are a&amp;nbsp;reminder of the good work that our sailors, soldiers and aircrew are doing around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-3894621276548616119?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3894621276548616119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/annapolis-valley-newborn-photography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3894621276548616119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3894621276548616119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/annapolis-valley-newborn-photography.html' title='Annapolis Valley Newborn Photography: Introducing Alannah'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1Ryhc3QBjI/AAAAAAAABxE/su4niFm8ChU/s72-c/2010-01-18+Alannah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-4320245057266872079</id><published>2010-01-15T14:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:22:07.155-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children photography'/><title type='text'>Annapolis Valley Family Photography: Baby "B"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1CtvS0IMyI/AAAAAAAABw0/nf3SLBtD0Q4/s1600-h/2010-01-15+Connections+BabyB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1CtvS0IMyI/AAAAAAAABw0/nf3SLBtD0Q4/s320/2010-01-15+Connections+BabyB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another peak into our mini photoshoot with Baby "B" earlier this week. I love this photo because his teeth are showing which are usually hidden behind his huge adorable grin. I love this photo because he is dressed in his Christmas outfit that Nanna &amp;amp; Pappa gave him. I love this photo because his eyes shine brightly....and because I am reflected in them so clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the e-mails I received before their visit confirming arrangements read something like this....it will look like I'm moving in, so don't panic. That was no joke! Holy schmolies it takes a lot of &lt;strike&gt;crap&lt;/strike&gt; stuff to do this baby moving/visiting thing. AND to think she packed up the little one and all of his necessary items for a one night stay...so very sweet. Oh! It didn't go unnoticed by the way that amongst all of the clothing, food, toys, books, chairs, seats, etc., etc., must have been every item that has been gifted by us to the little guy since birth! Too cute - but I&amp;nbsp;think it would be a little troublesome keeping it all straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was up bright and early (6am) to be picked up by a perfectly nice stranger so I could retrieve my SUV and hand over lots of cash to the dealership. Lucky me I didn't have a major breakdown in the middle of nowhere because I was oblivious to the fact that my car was almost inoperable. That makes having a $1,200+ so-called MVI worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have also had a perfectly lovely visit with friends from the city. They brought their little doggie down for a playdate with my girls. It was a little rough at first between Max &amp;amp; Sienna, but soon enough (when I stopped trying to intervene) all was well and the three of them were buds. We even left them on their own while we headed out for lunch at a nearby pub. Thanks guys for the visit, for the company and for the lunch. It&amp;nbsp;is very much appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOX&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-4320245057266872079?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4320245057266872079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/annapolis-valley-family-photography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4320245057266872079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4320245057266872079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/annapolis-valley-family-photography.html' title='Annapolis Valley Family Photography: Baby &quot;B&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S1CtvS0IMyI/AAAAAAAABw0/nf3SLBtD0Q4/s72-c/2010-01-15+Connections+BabyB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-3630426208808813592</id><published>2010-01-14T21:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:46:26.200-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children photography'/><title type='text'>Annapolis Valley Photography: Baby B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S0_FzCxrvhI/AAAAAAAABws/mEHUjNSwdqc/s1600-h/2010-01-14+Baby+B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S0_FzCxrvhI/AAAAAAAABws/mEHUjNSwdqc/s320/2010-01-14+Baby+B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I couldn't resist a sneak peak...Well, I have been pressured into showing a sneak peak...Not mentioning any names (but one of them starts with a "K" and ends with a "Y"). This has been processed at night, so lord knows what it will look like in the morning :) My eyes work much better in the daylight folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the pleasure of&amp;nbsp;hosting a&amp;nbsp;sleepover with this little guy and his mamma on Monday night. I didn't think it was possible for "B" to get any cuter, but somehow he manages it. We'll be able to tell him when he grows up that it was Auntie Lisa that introduced him to his first bar/lounge...and it was his Auntie Lisa that was a cry baby during his first sleepover...and it was with his Auntie Lisa that he managed to share his first dog chewy bone...and it was with his Auntie Lisa that he slept soundly with his mamma in the big fluffy bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little birdy told me that little "B's" mamma thought I was lonely and needed a little company. It means more than words can say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOX&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-3630426208808813592?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3630426208808813592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/annapolis-valley-photography-baby-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3630426208808813592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3630426208808813592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/annapolis-valley-photography-baby-b.html' title='Annapolis Valley Photography: Baby B'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S0_FzCxrvhI/AAAAAAAABws/mEHUjNSwdqc/s72-c/2010-01-14+Baby+B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-6515856266214099137</id><published>2010-01-13T08:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:03:28.825-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal birthday'/><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I was all set to write a post about what a great visit I had and share some of the photos I took of our short but sweet time together; and I will get to that soon. BUT, I had to share this quote taken off of a Facebook status of one of Wally's childhood friends whom I have had the pleasure of meeting a few times. Kevin is sarcastic. Kevin is funny. Kevin always shows his good side even though I'm sure there have been many, many rough times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"after a hip replacement ('95), a double lung transplant ('98) and a liver transplant (2007) I am happy to be here to celebrate another year. Thank you to my family and friends for being a big part of my life and a special thanks to my doctors and donors without whom I would not be able to do so! As a birthday wish please sign you organ donor cards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am sure Wally would have something sarcastic and funny to say to Kevin on this day, but all I can say is....Kevin you are&amp;nbsp;inspiring. I wish you happy birthday on this day, and many, many more happy birthdays to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-6515856266214099137?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6515856266214099137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6515856266214099137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6515856266214099137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-655469216442405272</id><published>2010-01-11T09:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:41:46.951-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Connections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S0snFE-uFHI/AAAAAAAABwk/ItUxLSFbHvE/s1600-h/02+Jan+10+Safari-220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S0snFE-uFHI/AAAAAAAABwk/ItUxLSFbHvE/s320/02+Jan+10+Safari-220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is here after a weekend of detours. I learned I&amp;nbsp;must&amp;nbsp;communicate better when speaking to answering machines&amp;nbsp;so I can make the connections I am striving for (my bad!). I found my groove, after a break,&amp;nbsp;getting the paper ready for press and shed tears watching Dateline last evening. I have been following the saga of &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/34773680/ns/dateline_nbc-international/"&gt;"Bring Sean Home"&lt;/a&gt; but to see the love that his father has for his boy&amp;nbsp;was more than touching. What a gift he received this Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up this morning&amp;nbsp;to a clear sky displaying a beautiful moon really is a welcome sight. Waking up knowing I have a sleepover tonight with a couple of my favourite people in the world is enough to make me giddy. Now I just have to get the floors cleaned so the little tikester doesn't start coughing up furballs.&lt;br /&gt;.....................................&lt;br /&gt;And since a post is soooo much better with eye candy, I thought I'd share this photo that&amp;nbsp;was taken January 2nd while Wally was on an overnight safari in Kenya. I am busting waiting for the remaining photos to come my way. The expression on this adorable giraffe above&amp;nbsp;is priceless. Those eyelashes are only what a girl can dream of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: It's all about connecting with family and&amp;nbsp;connecting with my camera lens. The sun is shining on this crisp cold day and I can't wait to get at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-655469216442405272?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/655469216442405272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/connections.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/655469216442405272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/655469216442405272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/connections.html' title='Connections'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S0snFE-uFHI/AAAAAAAABwk/ItUxLSFbHvE/s72-c/02+Jan+10+Safari-220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-7289247621012824651</id><published>2010-01-09T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T14:27:54.698-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>HMCS Fredericton: Crossing the Line Ceremony</title><content type='html'>One of the less common traditions that has been passed along through generations of sailors involves crossing “The Line.” This line can be one of many lines, but is generally agreed on to be one of the Arctic or Antarctic Circles, or the Equator. HMCS Fredericton crossed the Equator on December 30th enroute to a Mombasa, Kenya port visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are a few photos celebrating this achievment along with a description taken from the HMCS Fredericton Website. Looks like a good time was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S0jKCa3AQUI/AAAAAAAABwc/c1gd70RSTMM/s1600-h/30-12-09+Equator-762.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S0jKCa3AQUI/AAAAAAAABwc/c1gd70RSTMM/s320/30-12-09+Equator-762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Crossing the equator brought Fredericton to the attention of King Neptune, who sent his messenger Davey Jones to inspect the guard the night before. Finding the Tadpoles (those who hadn’t crossed the line previously) “unclean”, he prepared them for the following day’s arrival of King Neptune himself. This included a quick scrub down with a trout, and a follow on washing of salt water. The Shellbacks (those who had crossed the line previously) watched on with mild amusement, knowing what was in store for the Tadpoles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S0jJ1YBtCQI/AAAAAAAABwU/bVF42Cio79U/s1600-h/30-12-09+Equator-048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S0jJ1YBtCQI/AAAAAAAABwU/bVF42Cio79U/s320/30-12-09+Equator-048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the morning of the 31st the crew was divided into two groups. Tadpoles, who ate a breakfast fit for King Neptune himself consisting of salmon guts (pink scrambled eggs), seaweed (green bacon) and entrails (green noodles) and Shellbacks, who ate a breakfast of steak and eggs. Following a short respite, the Tadpoles were mustered on the flight deck to attend Neptune’s court, where they were finally introduced to the legendary King himself. The King inspected each tadpole individually, cleansing them once again and ceremoniously dunking them in a pool of salt water before declaring them “Shell backs.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S0jJzCmfWaI/AAAAAAAABwM/O_RiatcG2ls/s1600-h/30-12-09+Equator-034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S0jJzCmfWaI/AAAAAAAABwM/O_RiatcG2ls/s320/30-12-09+Equator-034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The specifics of the crossing of the line ceremony may change slightly from navy to navy, from ship to ship, even from crossing to crossing, but the idea is the same. It exists to recognize a special occurrence in a sailor’s life in a fitting manner; by surrounding them with their shipmates and publically acknowledging their accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S0jJrB-bACI/AAAAAAAABv0/TPXZSNcygn8/s1600-h/09+Equator-531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S0jJrB-bACI/AAAAAAAABv0/TPXZSNcygn8/s320/09+Equator-531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S0jJvouwviI/AAAAAAAABwE/Yec5ZpLyREo/s1600-h/09+Equator-557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S0jJvouwviI/AAAAAAAABwE/Yec5ZpLyREo/s320/09+Equator-557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S0jJtU7PXsI/AAAAAAAABv8/LZ7nnLWtyCg/s1600-h/09+Equator-555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S0jJtU7PXsI/AAAAAAAABv8/LZ7nnLWtyCg/s320/09+Equator-555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looks like fun was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-7289247621012824651?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7289247621012824651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmcs-fredericton-crossing-line-ceremony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7289247621012824651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7289247621012824651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmcs-fredericton-crossing-line-ceremony.html' title='HMCS Fredericton: Crossing the Line Ceremony'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/S0jKCa3AQUI/AAAAAAAABwc/c1gd70RSTMM/s72-c/30-12-09+Equator-762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-9051846869612696500</id><published>2010-01-08T08:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:05:15.578-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>...and more GO!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was good. It was good in the sense that I spent hours and hours in front of the computer (until my head felt like it would explode), and happily took the doggies on their 2x daily jaunts. I actually ate a proper lunch of soup and sannie, even though dinner was an awful unfortunate mess that contained crackers, cheese &amp; oysters (hey, at least it didn't come in a paper bag!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is swimming with thoughts about photography. It is what is constantly on my brain. I could spend hours drawing up business plans, logos, websites &amp; brochures; but what I'm really dreaming about is location sites, family sessions and newborn sessions. I constantly have ideas about poses, positions, locations, and hats. I am obsessed with hats. Trust me when I tell you that I need restraint when it comes to visiting &lt;a href="http://etsy.com"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;. I want almost every darn hat that could be made by mankind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wish I had was a mentor. A photographer who I admire (which there are many) that I could watch and learn from. That would make for a very happy me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY is almost like groundhog day. Work. Walk. Food &amp; meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and a shout out to Candice...Hope this birthday is the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-9051846869612696500?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/9051846869612696500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-more-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/9051846869612696500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/9051846869612696500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-more-go.html' title='...and more GO!'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-8044948854896745032</id><published>2010-01-07T10:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:26:30.125-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>it's all GO!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I said the worst thing about a whining, snippy, complaining wife was one that was clear across the world. Well, I'd like to amend that slightly today. The worst thing about &lt;em&gt;being&lt;/em&gt; the whining, snippy, complaining wife who is on the other side of the world, is that said wife cannot make contact with her husband after her said whining, complaining and snippiness. The e-mail was sent to remind him it was just a bad mood that happened to be taken out on the wrong person at the wrong time, but somehow it just isnt' the same....my stomach is all aflutter just waiting for his reply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I did manage to suck up the fur that was taking over the basement, wash all the stinky doggie toys and blankets that inhabit our home, take a couple of walks with the doggies, get lots of work done, ate an entire pizza (it was all natural which makes it OK right?), and spend lots of time researching on the Internet. That my friends, makes yesterday a GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY is day two of GO and I have already been at it for several hours. Work is getting accomplished, clients have been spoken to, walk #1 of 2 has been accomplished, breakfast was eaten sitting down and news has been caught up on. The sun hasn't made it's appearance but the roads are clear, the temperature is agreeable and the soft flurries floating down make me want to head outdoors again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....today....it's all GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-8044948854896745032?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8044948854896745032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-all-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8044948854896745032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8044948854896745032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-all-go.html' title='it&apos;s all GO!'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-7073446649523215825</id><published>2010-01-06T08:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:28:28.354-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>I Suck...finding my GO!</title><content type='html'>There. I said it. I am confessing that I did not act the way I wish I would have when I received a morning phone call from my guy. At first I was quiet....which most likely scared the crap out of him. Then I snapped. Then I complained. Ugh! The only thing worse than a whining, snippy, complaining wife is a whining, snippy complaining wife that is on the other side of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could find many excuses for this bad mood...could be because I'm feeling like sh*t, could be yesterday's very disturbing dream that sent me flying out of bed from hearing Wally's voice to search for my little dog who I was convinced was dead (who happened to be sitting like a little pricess in the middle of her "sister's" HUGE bed when I found her), could be that I'm fighting the blanket of loneliness that is shrouding me. Hell, it could be a multitude of things that I'm sure many of us are feeling right now. These are all just excuses to me. And I really have no excuse to make someone elses day bad, just because mine isn't going so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: I plan on snapping out of it and shaking the aches and pains of this non-cold. After a couple of walks with the pooches wishing for the sunshine and a trip to the bus to pick up some work I am going to find my get up and go! There's a pile of laundry, a pile of dust, a pile of fur and a pile of photos to make good work of. Now GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XO&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-7073446649523215825?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7073446649523215825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-suckfinding-my-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7073446649523215825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7073446649523215825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-suckfinding-my-go.html' title='I Suck...finding my GO!'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-6452712449117350562</id><published>2010-01-04T10:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:00:25.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>2009 - a year in review</title><content type='html'>I have been working on my new blog, and have gained only a little progress. Sheesh, I really wish I had more patience with this kind of thing! For now, I have put together a little bit of "us" from 2009. As most would know, Wally has spent more time away in 2009 than at home, but we did manage to spend some "quality time" together in between. Soon. Soon, I hope, things will be back to normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8a1087a58061a14a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8a1087a58061a14a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329950585%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE7FBB6B8698EC853737217B19BAC63B78E3C1B.531ED27486BD35E6D2361A16426022A728742E64%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8a1087a58061a14a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNXZzO8CH6UsmpxSvRE6n6R8KhrY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8a1087a58061a14a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329950585%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE7FBB6B8698EC853737217B19BAC63B78E3C1B.531ED27486BD35E6D2361A16426022A728742E64%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8a1087a58061a14a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNXZzO8CH6UsmpxSvRE6n6R8KhrY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-6452712449117350562?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8a1087a58061a14a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6452712449117350562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-year-in-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6452712449117350562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6452712449117350562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-year-in-review.html' title='2009 - a year in review'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-5198607723235780454</id><published>2010-01-01T08:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:03:53.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment personal'/><title type='text'>Hello 2010!</title><content type='html'>I am happy to see a new year. Start fresh. Find renewal. Think positive. Etc., etc. If I'm honest I don't feel exactly how I would like to feel on the first day of a fresh new year and decade. The pounding headache is not helping, but I'd really appreciate it if the weight would drop off my neck and shoulders, not to mention I could pass on the the sore throat and cough to nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in the spirit of the New Year; and as in the past few years, I have again been inspired by Ali Edwards to select a word for this year. Last week after passing by ACTIVE, BELIEVE, LOVE, GRACE, LIVE I was convinced my word was COURAGE. As in &lt;em&gt;courage&lt;/em&gt; to fail and get back up. &lt;em&gt;Courage&lt;/em&gt; to be the person I am meant to be. &lt;em&gt;Courage&lt;/em&gt; to to the things that make me afraid. &lt;em&gt;Courage&lt;/em&gt; to love others for who they are without expectations. &lt;em&gt;Courage&lt;/em&gt; to embrace differences. &lt;em&gt;Courage&lt;/em&gt; to let go of the pain I have carried most of my life. &lt;em&gt;Courage&lt;/em&gt; to forgive. &lt;em&gt;Courage&lt;/em&gt; to love wholeheartedly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I have awoken to a new word &lt;strong&gt;CONNECT&lt;/strong&gt;. Defined by Websters as (1) to become joined (2) to transfer (3) to make a successful hit, shot or throw (4) to have or establish a rapport (5) to establish a communications connection (6) to join or fasten together (7) to place or establish in relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 will be defined as a year for me to connect. [RE]&lt;strong&gt;CONNECT&lt;/strong&gt; with the most important person in my life who just happens to have spent more time away than at home in 2009. I plan on &lt;strong&gt;CONNECT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ing&lt;/em&gt; a flight (or two), learn to &lt;strong&gt;CONNECT&lt;/strong&gt; a club to a ball, and most importantly &lt;strong&gt;CONNECT&lt;/strong&gt; on a &lt;em&gt;meaningful&lt;/em&gt; level with family and friends, new and old. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;CONNECT&lt;/strong&gt;, that is my little word for 2010, and I have to learn to be fearless in making connections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-5198607723235780454?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5198607723235780454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/5198607723235780454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/5198607723235780454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html' title='Hello 2010!'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-1760827312390772968</id><published>2009-12-31T07:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T08:01:12.311-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzyR7H5BWfI/AAAAAAAABu0/JUxir6-54y4/s1600-h/2009-12-31+Happy+New+Year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421368496363756018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzyR7H5BWfI/AAAAAAAABu0/JUxir6-54y4/s400/2009-12-31+Happy+New+Year.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo was taken a few years back while I was standing on the roof of the Fleet Club in Halifax, overlooking the MacDonald Bridge. That evening I felt very lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-1760827312390772968?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1760827312390772968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/1760827312390772968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/1760827312390772968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzyR7H5BWfI/AAAAAAAABu0/JUxir6-54y4/s72-c/2009-12-31+Happy+New+Year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-4529885769227428913</id><published>2009-12-30T13:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:11:25.020-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlton'/><title type='text'>Annapolis Valley Family Photography: Charlton/O'Reilly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;In November I had the opportunity to photograph a couple while their relationship was blossoming and newly forming. Krystin's little boy is most likely the most charming five year old (he was four almost five then) I have ever been in the company of. Let's just say I am smitten. I chose these particular photos to highlight because of the emotion I felt when I looked at them. The expressions each of them had transported me back to the time that we shared...under the barb wired fence and into the secret hiding place where the fairies live... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(don't forget to click on the image to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzuCOCg9KhI/AAAAAAAABuU/ciFcdzt-KpM/s1600-h/2009-12-30+Ty%26Krystin3.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzuCOCg9KhI/AAAAAAAABuU/ciFcdzt-KpM/s320/2009-12-30+Ty%26Krystin3.jpg" ps="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzuCZ9MZ2jI/AAAAAAAABus/NlwZ2L9Mh8s/s1600-h/2009-12-30+Ty%26Krystin6.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzuCZ9MZ2jI/AAAAAAAABus/NlwZ2L9Mh8s/s320/2009-12-30+Ty%26Krystin6.jpg" ps="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzuCWkbXEmI/AAAAAAAABuk/odlTfOkPtJU/s1600-h/2009-12-30+Ty%26Krystin5.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzuCWkbXEmI/AAAAAAAABuk/odlTfOkPtJU/s320/2009-12-30+Ty%26Krystin5.jpg" ps="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzuCUbm2VxI/AAAAAAAABuc/r9ynduQd4R8/s1600-h/2009-12-30+Ty%26Krystin4.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzuCUbm2VxI/AAAAAAAABuc/r9ynduQd4R8/s320/2009-12-30+Ty%26Krystin4.jpg" ps="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzuCJI7fpLI/AAAAAAAABuM/Go8rI-3-bRo/s1600-h/2009-12-30+Ty%26Krystin2.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzuCJI7fpLI/AAAAAAAABuM/Go8rI-3-bRo/s320/2009-12-30+Ty%26Krystin2.jpg" ps="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzuCEVqW-oI/AAAAAAAABuE/Lna-goayiqQ/s1600-h/2009-12-30+Ty%26Krystin1.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzuCEVqW-oI/AAAAAAAABuE/Lna-goayiqQ/s320/2009-12-30+Ty%26Krystin1.jpg" ps="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you would like to see more, take a look at their slideshow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-29ac7f1e547504fd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29ac7f1e547504fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329950585%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64D8F173C0DA00E4BFCE488A38D2E5CA473957C1.3B97FC267048C0C1263E49EC39C93D6DEA8BBF4D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29ac7f1e547504fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df1wmNeRkRIZecJMyRb0Whkxp9PM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29ac7f1e547504fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329950585%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64D8F173C0DA00E4BFCE488A38D2E5CA473957C1.3B97FC267048C0C1263E49EC39C93D6DEA8BBF4D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29ac7f1e547504fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df1wmNeRkRIZecJMyRb0Whkxp9PM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have some things I've been working on for the new year. Until then, happy new year, and I wish everyone a terrific 2010!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-4529885769227428913?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=29ac7f1e547504fd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fc8ac6dd25dc14c3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4529885769227428913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/annapolis-valley-family-photography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4529885769227428913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4529885769227428913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/annapolis-valley-family-photography.html' title='Annapolis Valley Family Photography: Charlton/O&apos;Reilly'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzuCOCg9KhI/AAAAAAAABuU/ciFcdzt-KpM/s72-c/2009-12-30+Ty%26Krystin3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-3203317274954925708</id><published>2009-12-28T08:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:59:23.636-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>HMCS Fredericton: Santa Arrives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Szimb-wQEAI/AAAAAAAABt8/j8B0YCp6qhg/s1600-h/Christmas%2520Eve%25202009%2520Roto%25200-041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Szimb-wQEAI/AAAAAAAABt8/j8B0YCp6qhg/s320/Christmas%2520Eve%25202009%2520Roto%25200-041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day Wally spent a little time escorting Santa and delivering packages. Santa arrived with lots of mail, but not &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of the mail. When they reach Africa I'm sure there will be tons more to deliver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-3203317274954925708?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3203317274954925708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmcs-fredericton-santa-arrives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3203317274954925708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3203317274954925708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmcs-fredericton-santa-arrives.html' title='HMCS Fredericton: Santa Arrives'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Szimb-wQEAI/AAAAAAAABt8/j8B0YCp6qhg/s72-c/Christmas%2520Eve%25202009%2520Roto%25200-041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-7792217135143407920</id><published>2009-12-27T09:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:04:56.093-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2009 - in stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzdeoN-Tq_I/AAAAAAAABts/xCeCye6Ghco/s1600-h/2009-12-27+i+spy+-+bradley.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzdeoN-Tq_I/AAAAAAAABts/xCeCye6Ghco/s320/2009-12-27+i+spy+-+bradley.jpg" ps="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;Hard to believe this little guy is actually not feeling very good while he is awaiting the arrival of Santa. Such a cute little trooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzderT3ZqAI/AAAAAAAABt0/uUfl6EFVgTE/s1600-h/2009-12-27+Santa+Cody.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzderT3ZqAI/AAAAAAAABt0/uUfl6EFVgTE/s320/2009-12-27+Santa+Cody.jpg" ps="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;...and this one above is self-explanatory. On Christmas Eve Santa Cody decided he would drive his reindeer around the room. Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;TODAY: I had plans to head to the city but it seems little Lily is not herself. I saw it coming on last evening, but this morning she is acting strangely...not as before...she has totally new symptons. Sheesh! I wish I knew what the heck was going on with her? If anyone knows what dehydration looks like on Shih Tzus I'd love to hear from you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-7792217135143407920?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7792217135143407920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009-in-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7792217135143407920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7792217135143407920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009-in-stories.html' title='Christmas 2009 - in stories'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzdeoN-Tq_I/AAAAAAAABts/xCeCye6Ghco/s72-c/2009-12-27+i+spy+-+bradley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-4658381285374123857</id><published>2009-12-26T10:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:51:54.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Christmas - DONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzY_IvqaKzI/AAAAAAAABtk/ZM8Lxmewe2w/s1600-h/DPP_0021_PP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzY_IvqaKzI/AAAAAAAABtk/ZM8Lxmewe2w/s320/DPP_0021_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this the funniest picture? Most noticable is that there are a lot of people missing from it! Not to mention I must have been flapping my gums, and it looks like Mom was ready to respond to said gum flapping. No one really wanted the darn thing done anyway, because of the absences, but I figured we can't break tradition. Let's just say I'm looking forward to when the whole gang can be together for the "real thing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas will most likely go down as the most unusual Christmas I have had in the 44 Christmases I have had. The obvious is that Wally is at sea, but also it was the fact that I had to be near to home to give my little doggie medicine at scheduled times as well as feed her six times a day. Trust me when I say it isn't easy traveling to visit people when you're on a schedule! The other reason this Christmas was so different is that little "B" wasn't well enough to get out, so he and his Mom &amp;amp; Dad weren't able to join us. I must&amp;nbsp;add that&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;it was great to have Cody's &amp;amp; Krystin's company in our mix. I loved being the reindeer that Santa (Cody) drove around the room on Christmas Eve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-4658381285374123857?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4658381285374123857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4658381285374123857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4658381285374123857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-done.html' title='Christmas - DONE'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzY_IvqaKzI/AAAAAAAABtk/ZM8Lxmewe2w/s72-c/DPP_0021_PP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-4176477298158707108</id><published>2009-12-24T07:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T09:24:14.498-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Happy, Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzNUxjdZzBI/AAAAAAAABtU/DAs95xiphSE/s1600-h/christmas+Card+2009b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzNUxjdZzBI/AAAAAAAABtU/DAs95xiphSE/s320/christmas+Card+2009b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I would like to say thank you to everyone who visits my blog, and who has supported me with my dream to become a working, professional photographer. It means more than I can put into words. Oh! and it makes it pretty fun too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone who is touched by deployment a peaceful and loving holiday and a safe return to those who are deployed. AND just for HMCS Fredericton - I wish you a safe voyage and just as important, that Santa manages to find you before the pirates do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is full knowing I have love and support in my life. To my family and friends, I thank you for being a part of my life. And to my husband, the miles may separate us, but you are close to me at all times.&amp;nbsp;Your thoughtfulness and support&amp;nbsp;are always there, even if&amp;nbsp;you are not. To you Wally, I love you more every day... which I didn't think was possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOX&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-4176477298158707108?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4176477298158707108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-happy-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4176477298158707108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4176477298158707108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-happy-holidays.html' title='Happy, Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzNUxjdZzBI/AAAAAAAABtU/DAs95xiphSE/s72-c/christmas+Card+2009b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-2065816049788466318</id><published>2009-12-23T07:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:38:44.651-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Evidence &amp; the gift of LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzIBmp8uGvI/AAAAAAAABtM/Cs9oPxEgI2c/s1600-h/2009-12-23+Evidence2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzIBmp8uGvI/AAAAAAAABtM/Cs9oPxEgI2c/s320/2009-12-23+Evidence2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What does this have to do with the impending Holiday you ask? Well...nothing I say! When I uploaded photos recently I found the evidence that my garden neglect had resulted in nocturnal visitors. Actually, a part of me is quite pleased that I didn't get around to cleaning up the garden. I kept a few critters a little fatter than they may have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzIBeGht_mI/AAAAAAAABtE/PAv8M8vkCh4/s1600-h/2009-12-23+Evidence1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzIBeGht_mI/AAAAAAAABtE/PAv8M8vkCh4/s320/2009-12-23+Evidence1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The marks in the snow are actual claw marks.....my, what sharp claws you have little critters.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;This time of year can be especially difficult for some people. "Some people" sometimes can even include me. I wondered how I would feel this year without my righthand (and lefthand) guy, but things are moving along quite swimmingly (how's that for a word). My thoughts are with those people who have sick babies, or kids, or fathers or mothers, or anyone who is worrying about an ill loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I woke up thinking about this morning was that the most precious gift a person can give (or receive) is LOVE. Knowing that you are loved is like a warm security blanket forever wrapped tightly around you. AND today, my friends, I feel very warm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-2065816049788466318?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/2065816049788466318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/evidence-gift-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/2065816049788466318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/2065816049788466318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/evidence-gift-of-love.html' title='Evidence &amp; the gift of LOVE'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzIBmp8uGvI/AAAAAAAABtM/Cs9oPxEgI2c/s72-c/2009-12-23+Evidence2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-6806732498331127410</id><published>2009-12-22T07:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T07:26:27.906-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>the GIFT(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzCqCzhIzYI/AAAAAAAABs8/yMxh-yuczRc/s1600-h/2009-12-22+a+Gift+for+Christmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzCqCzhIzYI/AAAAAAAABs8/yMxh-yuczRc/s320/2009-12-22+a+Gift+for+Christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Santa arrived early in the form of a delivery person. This truly is the most beautiful arrangement I have ever seen. Lilies, roses, evergreens, dried flowers and a Gund. Everything about it is perfect, but the most &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; thing about it is that it came from my guy....with perfect timing to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a second &lt;em&gt;gift&lt;/em&gt; [of sorts] yesterday too. It came in the form of two parcels layed on the ground by little Lily. Yesterday was a perfect day after a few &lt;em&gt;not-so-perfect&lt;/em&gt; days. The new food/meds schedule is taking a little getting used to, and I haven't quite figured out what I'm doing on Christmas day yet, but it will be all worth it in the end if it works out the way I intend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: I plan on finishing up the things I've been avoiding and get back into the spirit of the Holiday! Christmas music, Christmas gifts, Christmas baking, Christmas shopping....there will be meds. and tbsp(s) of food being doled out too, and most likely a little poop checking to boot! Sounds like a perfectly [im]perfect kind of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;XOX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-6806732498331127410?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6806732498331127410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/gifts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6806732498331127410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6806732498331127410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/gifts.html' title='the GIFT(s)'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SzCqCzhIzYI/AAAAAAAABs8/yMxh-yuczRc/s72-c/2009-12-22+a+Gift+for+Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-902837111833022098</id><published>2009-12-20T01:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:00:00.987-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad Memorial'/><title type='text'>time to SOAR.</title><content type='html'>My heavy heart is lightened by my own imagination. You soaring. Robust. Forever youthful. Even joyful. Your smile lighting up the sky as it did on earth. You are here. You are near. You were ready. It was your time. I am grateful and honoured to have seen the person you struggled to be. Yes, indeed...grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-902837111833022098?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/902837111833022098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-to-soar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/902837111833022098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/902837111833022098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-to-soar.html' title='time to SOAR.'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-1049904879160987600</id><published>2009-12-19T16:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:02:58.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>Unexpected Road Trip</title><content type='html'>I've returned from what could best be described as a little adventure. Thursday, Lily had another episode of her illness and my local vet strongly advised I drive her to&amp;nbsp;the University of Prince Edward Island Small Animal Clinic. In shock, I&amp;nbsp;asked if we could go the next day and she suggested we get there as quickly as possible....so we did. I am forever grateful to my neighbours Jim &amp;amp; Nancy who are always available to help in a pinch. They kindly looked after Sienna for me while Lily and I headed out on our unexpected road trip. Lily was in her drooly, drunken state in the back while I tried to breathe calmly as we took off to unfamiliar territory. All was perfectly OK until we reached New Brunswick where I could see the snow coming towards us. As we headed over the bridge to PEI the wind howled and my fingers were white from gripping the steering wheel. I was told that it was easy to find Charlottetown and that I just had to stay on the road and I would get there. Turns out that was fantastic advice, because there were no signs to be seen, and the few small signs on the side of the road were totally snow covered. Twice I "spoke" to my Dad to give me strength and help me find my way. Both times a bird flew in front of my car toward the direction I chose to take. It amazes me how I feel him with me so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tests and having her stomach "pumped" it appears my little Lily has a problem emptying her stomach. Seems food doesn't pass through easily. She may have always been this way, or for some reason her body has become "lazy". Instead of jumping in for surgery,&amp;nbsp;I decided to try medicine and several small feedings a day, and just in case we have an episode over the holidays I have been shown how to give Lily an injection to put her into a "drunken" comfortable state. She need not be embarrassed of a little drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, I'm still a little shaky, and a little emotional. Our trip home was quite pleasant and both of my "girls" are finally resting comfortably. Hopefully, I too will soon relax enough to rest. Fingers crossed Lily will not have to suffer that kind of pain again, and if she does Wally is here to help &lt;strike&gt;her&lt;/strike&gt; me through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XO Lisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-1049904879160987600?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1049904879160987600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/unexpected-road-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/1049904879160987600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/1049904879160987600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/unexpected-road-trip.html' title='Unexpected Road Trip'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-4501075065108146312</id><published>2009-12-16T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:45:33.904-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Christmas Lost</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to write this without sounding like a drama queen, so I'll just say it. I am really, really upset. I received an e-mail from Wally this morning letting me know that only 1/3 of the mail was received by the ship, so the Christmas packages everyone was hoping for will not arrive in time for the holiday. I am so saddened by this,&amp;nbsp;and I can only imagine how everyone onboard must feel! That little bit of home each&amp;nbsp;sailor was to receive would have made the holiday at least bearable for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent two parcels that contained a total of 32+ individually wrapped gifts. The first package went what I thought was early enough that he would only have to open the first 7 at once (I numbered each one and attached a silly note to turn this into a little bit of a game with the advent calendar that was included). I can't put into words how upset I am about this!! I wish I could blame someone, but I can't. I followed the instructions I was given. The person who sent out those instructions would have been following what someone else had told him, and so on and so on. It isn't anyone's fault, but it doesn't help all of the sailors who won't have Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me is hoping that someone had a hairbrained idea that Santa could deliver the gifts from a Sea King on Christmas day. I pray that's the case, but at the same time, if it is, I'm really upset that the hopes of so many people could be dashed by such a stunt! I think, in reality, everything is most likely caught in customs. Let's hope that the&amp;nbsp;lovingly wrapped parcels at least eventually make it to their destination, in tact and without missing contents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it odd how upset I am about this, especially since Wally &amp;amp; I have never put an emphasis on gift giving during Christmas. It must be because I know how important this holiday is to him, and that neither of us like&amp;nbsp;being apart even for a short time (hard to believe I know).&amp;nbsp;The idea of him not being able to read each of those notes I wrote&amp;nbsp;to him&amp;nbsp;[over and over again] to help him through this time, just makes me sad....fingers crossed, we will all be surprised. I'm sure there are people working very hard to make this happen. Please, please, please make this happen!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-4501075065108146312?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4501075065108146312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4501075065108146312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4501075065108146312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-lost.html' title='Christmas Lost'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-2516919858455917344</id><published>2009-12-14T09:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:20:13.838-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Ho-Ho-Ho-GO!!!!</title><content type='html'>The final issue for 2009 of the &lt;em&gt;Valley Buy, Sell &amp;amp; Trade&lt;/em&gt; has now been completed and uploaded to the printer. The Christmas cards have been printed, signed and posted on their way. The packages have been wrapped, addressed and dropped off for shipment to the Gulf (and to those who receive parcels from us). The belly squeezing, poop checking, eagle eye watching is yet to be completed, but I'm hopeful it's&amp;nbsp;coming to an end - SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY is scrub the stinky dirty floors day, laundry day, make lists day, organize baking supplies day, grocery day and wait [im]patiently for the phone to ring day....all the while someone else is being touristy strolling about and laying by the pool (I hope anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HO-HO-HO and GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-2516919858455917344?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/2516919858455917344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/2516919858455917344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/2516919858455917344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho-go.html' title='Ho-Ho-Ho-GO!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-6085612926708253185</id><published>2009-12-12T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:53:11.683-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment personal'/><title type='text'>Update on Lily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SyPyppOIrrI/AAAAAAAABss/Ff3FXrqbOrU/s1600-h/2009-12-12+Lily+Update.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SyPyppOIrrI/AAAAAAAABss/Ff3FXrqbOrU/s320/2009-12-12+Lily+Update.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this the cutest? - even though her collar is upside down (as Wally was quick to point out when I e-mailed this to him). This was taken in October when&amp;nbsp;Lily was feeling much better than she is right now. I am happy to report she is now home where I can keep a watchful eye over her. She spent the last 24 hours on IV at the vet and they asked if I wanted her to go to Halifax, but I feel much better having her home with me. She &lt;em&gt;seems&lt;/em&gt; better but there isn't a change for the better in her x-ray. I am crossing my fingers that as happened last March, once she passes whatever the problem is she will be back to her usual perky self. For now, she's hanging out with me, taking meds and eating what I'm sure is delectable to her. As for Sienna - even though she was doing well on the last dog food (duck &amp;amp; potato) the vet suggested she be put on what they have now given Lily. So....back to square one with her where I'm slowly mixing in the new food with hamburger and rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope y'all are having a wonderful weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-6085612926708253185?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6085612926708253185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-on-lily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6085612926708253185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6085612926708253185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-on-lily.html' title='Update on Lily'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SyPyppOIrrI/AAAAAAAABss/Ff3FXrqbOrU/s72-c/2009-12-12+Lily+Update.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-8528243764023528001</id><published>2009-12-10T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T12:00:43.220-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Doggy Woes</title><content type='html'>Just a quick pitstop as a move on by. Lots on the go. Lots to get to. Lots that won't get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may know, I've been struggling with pet food issues for my dogs. It started a while back when the packaging changed on the food I have been feeding my dogs for the past 9 years. When I questioned the change I was assured that nothing had changed with the food, only the packaging had changed. To make a long story short my girls are no longer on that food, and I have been unsuccessful finding another one that works for them. For over two weeks now I have been making hamburger and rice for both dogs (because they fight if they are being fed differently). Sienna is doing fine but continues to have some belly issues, but now Lily is sick. After another visit to the vet this morning, it appears she has the same thing that she had last winter. She has a fever, has an infection, has severe belly/kidney/bladder pain...and is now drugged lying in her bed beside my desk. [sigh] poor, poor girls. I wish I could take their pain away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I am catching up on work, getting back to Christmas preparations and watching over my "girlie girls".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-8528243764023528001?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8528243764023528001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/doggy-woes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8528243764023528001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8528243764023528001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/doggy-woes.html' title='Doggy Woes'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-9044686458211898059</id><published>2009-12-08T00:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:05:00.423-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newborn'/><title type='text'>HRM Photography: Hall Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I couldn't resist sharing a bit more from the sessions with the Hall Family. I was so blessed to photograph them when they were still a family of three awaiting the arrival of their new son; and then photograph Liam when he was just 13 days old. I can't thank Kim, Craig, Colin and baby Liam enough for the opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sx3LwlefkvI/AAAAAAAABsM/-BPdj7GPHYg/s1600-h/2009-12-08+Hall+Family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sx3LwlefkvI/AAAAAAAABsM/-BPdj7GPHYg/s320/2009-12-08+Hall+Family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sx3MA4gDHtI/AAAAAAAABsk/ayP0w9ap514/s1600-h/2009-12-08+Hall+Family4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sx3MA4gDHtI/AAAAAAAABsk/ayP0w9ap514/s320/2009-12-08+Hall+Family4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sx3L2PPMnzI/AAAAAAAABsU/_qQn4SZU6zg/s1600-h/2009-12-08+Hall+Family2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sx3L2PPMnzI/AAAAAAAABsU/_qQn4SZU6zg/s320/2009-12-08+Hall+Family2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sx3L7Ty-onI/AAAAAAAABsc/H_4014R5CME/s1600-h/2009-12-08+Hall+Family3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sx3L7Ty-onI/AAAAAAAABsc/H_4014R5CME/s320/2009-12-08+Hall+Family3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and here is a slideshow of an overview of both sessions if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-95bcc5bae796c82a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D95bcc5bae796c82a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329950585%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2101211F00D5AC553BB0380102FB82EC840799E0.21F3AAE355B852542468E0F496024637E4E427F0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D95bcc5bae796c82a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9yBzM8xQ7MrzAvPYBNc5xC_ozNg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D95bcc5bae796c82a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329950585%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2101211F00D5AC553BB0380102FB82EC840799E0.21F3AAE355B852542468E0F496024637E4E427F0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D95bcc5bae796c82a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9yBzM8xQ7MrzAvPYBNc5xC_ozNg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: It's the kind of day I'm on the road....visiting clients, visiting the boss, picking up last minute things. I'm also a little panicky about not having the Christmas shipments out the door yet, but that's on the agenda too! I'm still searching for a dog food that suits my girl, so fingers are crossed that I will come up with something soon, and I'm determined to cook something for myself! Sounds like a full day is in the works, and I plan on enJOYing every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;XO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-9044686458211898059?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=95bcc5bae796c82a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/9044686458211898059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/hrm-photography-hall-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/9044686458211898059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/9044686458211898059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/hrm-photography-hall-family.html' title='HRM Photography: Hall Family'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sx3LwlefkvI/AAAAAAAABsM/-BPdj7GPHYg/s72-c/2009-12-08+Hall+Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-1633861282470983744</id><published>2009-12-05T08:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:27:23.140-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newborn Photography'/><title type='text'>HRM Newborn Photography: Liam Ross Hall</title><content type='html'>It finally happened. The timing worked out, and the sickness had gone, so there was an opportunity to visit and photograph my first official newborn session. Oh Liam!&amp;nbsp;You are&amp;nbsp;simply scrumptious! You are perfect in every way.&amp;nbsp;From your silky&amp;nbsp;dark hair, to&amp;nbsp;your perfectly sculpted ears and little turned up nose. Those lovely pouty newborn lips, and wrinkled skin on&amp;nbsp;your little baby parts. And then there's&amp;nbsp;your eyes. Oh my!&amp;nbsp;On this day, you&amp;nbsp;decided there was no sleeping for you; but honestly, it worked out just the way it was supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxpRtMPSxAI/AAAAAAAABrs/N2AF-jD5g6c/s1600-h/2009-12-05+Newborn+Liam+Hall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxpRtMPSxAI/AAAAAAAABrs/N2AF-jD5g6c/s320/2009-12-05+Newborn+Liam+Hall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Things are not as they appear, as this little elf was only resting his eyes for a split second.&amp;nbsp;Liam loved being wrapped up in fur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxvpasukPpI/AAAAAAAABsE/NFKnAKtcJ_o/s1600-h/2009-12-05+Newborn+Liam+Hall2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxvpasukPpI/AAAAAAAABsE/NFKnAKtcJ_o/s320/2009-12-05+Newborn+Liam+Hall2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxpR654YZBI/AAAAAAAABr8/tq08oTA2UGU/s1600-h/2009-12-05+Newborn+Liam+Hall3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxpR654YZBI/AAAAAAAABr8/tq08oTA2UGU/s320/2009-12-05+Newborn+Liam+Hall3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What surprised me most about this session is that I captured his eyes and his essence straight out of the camera. I had to resist trying to "improve" these shots, which would have ruined Liam's natural beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kim, for giving me the opportunity to photograph your family together; and now&amp;nbsp;document your newest edition. Your family is beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I am on my way to the valley for a little visit with Baby B (and his Mamma &amp;amp; Daddy), and then off to decorate the Christmas tree with my Mom and feast on a ham dinner. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XO Lisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-1633861282470983744?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1633861282470983744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/hrm-newborn-photography-liam-ross-hall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/1633861282470983744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/1633861282470983744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/hrm-newborn-photography-liam-ross-hall.html' title='HRM Newborn Photography: Liam Ross Hall'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxpRtMPSxAI/AAAAAAAABrs/N2AF-jD5g6c/s72-c/2009-12-05+Newborn+Liam+Hall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-6181001640602262493</id><published>2009-12-04T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:59:44.215-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>pumpkin hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxkTX6l2HCI/AAAAAAAABrk/k7X-lfvnwvc/s1600-h/2009-12-04+pumpkin+hair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxkTX6l2HCI/AAAAAAAABrk/k7X-lfvnwvc/s320/2009-12-04+pumpkin+hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This photo was taken December 1st. Yes. It's true. I&amp;nbsp;haven't managed to remove the pumpkins from the front garden; however, the urns contain pretty Christmas greenery. It's really kind of sad looking, but at the same time interesting and pretty when&amp;nbsp;a light dusting of snow fell to mark the change of the month. This pumpkin looks like it needs a haircut, well actually it needs to be taken to the compost pile, but it is too rotted to make that destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;TODAY is a day for taking newborn photos. The butterflies are flittering with excitement. This usually means it's going to be a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hope your's is a good day too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;XO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-6181001640602262493?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6181001640602262493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/pumpkin-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6181001640602262493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6181001640602262493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/pumpkin-hair.html' title='pumpkin hair'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxkTX6l2HCI/AAAAAAAABrk/k7X-lfvnwvc/s72-c/2009-12-04+pumpkin+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-6695657034643120559</id><published>2009-12-02T09:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:43:46.144-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal deployment'/><title type='text'>HMCS Fredericton: OP SAIPH / Gulf of Aden</title><content type='html'>The plans of taking magical newborn pictures yesterday and today have taken a bit of a detour, but I am crossing my fingers that Friday is going to make a 3rd time charm. What I do have to share is just as exciting for me though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must warn you. If you happen to be someone who has a bit of a thing for strong men in a uniform you should pass on by quickly because these photos just may make you swoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxZvblksiKI/AAAAAAAABqc/0FEyD_6VdNA/s1600-h/NBP+IS2009-8512-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxZvblksiKI/AAAAAAAABqc/0FEyD_6VdNA/s320/NBP+IS2009-8512-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxZwL93xJhI/AAAAAAAABrM/d9i1n4YQC9g/s1600-h/NPB+OP+SAIPH-0463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxZwL93xJhI/AAAAAAAABrM/d9i1n4YQC9g/s320/NPB+OP+SAIPH-0463.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxZvqyArfkI/AAAAAAAABqk/ymM5J_UifZo/s1600-h/NBP+IS2009-8512-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxZvqyArfkI/AAAAAAAABqk/ymM5J_UifZo/s320/NBP+IS2009-8512-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxZv-O9LklI/AAAAAAAABq0/ZTZx8dni_pY/s1600-h/NBP+IS2009-8513-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxZv-O9LklI/AAAAAAAABq0/ZTZx8dni_pY/s320/NBP+IS2009-8513-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxZv4og0O9I/AAAAAAAABqs/2ok0fQ-M8DE/s1600-h/NBP+IS2009-8512-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxZv4og0O9I/AAAAAAAABqs/2ok0fQ-M8DE/s320/NBP+IS2009-8512-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxZwQAYss_I/AAAAAAAABrU/RWHSkTp8WEI/s1600-h/NPB+OP+SAIPH-0517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxZwQAYss_I/AAAAAAAABrU/RWHSkTp8WEI/s320/NPB+OP+SAIPH-0517.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxZwD4zNZHI/AAAAAAAABq8/7TDUqQWgCoA/s1600-h/NBP+OP+SAIPH-0483.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxZwD4zNZHI/AAAAAAAABq8/7TDUqQWgCoA/s320/NBP+OP+SAIPH-0483.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxZwGQDoZyI/AAAAAAAABrE/SP2b-FFcAC0/s1600-h/NBP+OP+SAIPH-0525.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxZwGQDoZyI/AAAAAAAABrE/SP2b-FFcAC0/s320/NBP+OP+SAIPH-0525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxZwT2eDlSI/AAAAAAAABrc/UYzzz03ZL5g/s1600-h/NPB+OP+SAIPH-0519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxZwT2eDlSI/AAAAAAAABrc/UYzzz03ZL5g/s320/NPB+OP+SAIPH-0519.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought when I saw these was "wowwie are they hot". Sorry, but that's the honest truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're someone who is skeptical that the navy actually does do good work, this may just give you a cause to rethink that thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also would like to share a &lt;a href="http://www.combatcamera.forces.gc.ca/common/combatcamera/news/09/111909_Op_Saiph/index.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; that was graciously provided by a blog reader. Thanks to swurliegurlie (I would love to get your contact info.)! Technology is an amazing, amazing thing! I must say it took a bit of time to load the video, but it was worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-6695657034643120559?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6695657034643120559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmcs-fredericton-op-saiph-gulf-of-adan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6695657034643120559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6695657034643120559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmcs-fredericton-op-saiph-gulf-of-adan.html' title='HMCS Fredericton: OP SAIPH / Gulf of Aden'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxZvblksiKI/AAAAAAAABqc/0FEyD_6VdNA/s72-c/NBP+IS2009-8512-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-7825441703403134554</id><published>2009-12-01T08:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:30:58.092-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Morn'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxUKqFogY2I/AAAAAAAABqU/NNpLwJQ-X6Q/s1600/2009-12-1+frosty+morn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxUKqFogY2I/AAAAAAAABqU/NNpLwJQ-X6Q/s320/2009-12-1+frosty+morn.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A week ago,&amp;nbsp;I awoke to a chilly fall morning; and as I stepped off&amp;nbsp;the porch to take the doggies on their morning jaunt, this was my view as I approached the end of the driveway. As the sun came over the horizon it bounced off the heavily frosted grass and made the asphalt driveway appear slick like glass. Simply beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I am filled with nervous excitement&amp;nbsp;as I have been&amp;nbsp;blessed with&amp;nbsp;the opportunity to photograph my first newborn. Liam is just 10 days old! If I can control my nerves - and he sleeps the afternoon away -&amp;nbsp;I anticipate a perfectly lovely afternoon...for the both of us (and his Mamma too!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-7825441703403134554?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7825441703403134554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-morn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7825441703403134554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7825441703403134554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-morn.html' title='Beautiful Morn&apos;'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxUKqFogY2I/AAAAAAAABqU/NNpLwJQ-X6Q/s72-c/2009-12-1+frosty+morn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-3717036062414295831</id><published>2009-11-30T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:29:57.869-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal Mom'/><title type='text'>about a LADY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Dear Mom...I told you recently how proud I am of you; and I don't want us to forget that feeling. You have had many struggles in your 74 years, but the last couple [of years] since Dad's passing have been &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; difficult for you. It was&amp;nbsp;so hard&amp;nbsp;for those of us that love you to stand by and witness you retreat into your shell so much that I&amp;nbsp;started to think&amp;nbsp;I would never see who you really are again. Slowly, these past several weeks I have begun to see glimpses of the woman you are, and to witness you in all your glory on your birthday was such a joy for me. As you and "sister" sat across from me at the restaurant I couldn't help but look at you...I mean &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; look at you. You have the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen, and&amp;nbsp;on that day&amp;nbsp;they were sparkling as if they were the birthday candles for your big day. As you told the stories of your afternoon adventures of shopping together, laughing together, and dancing together I couldn't help but be enveloped by the shear exhuberence you were expressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As I spoke to you the next day we talked quietly about how well you were doing, and all that you have achieved, and the Christmas preprations you were completing [and enjoying], I felt a weight lift. My Mom will be OK. I had to write this down, so&amp;nbsp;we wouldn't forget how&amp;nbsp;we felt on&amp;nbsp;your 74th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;X0X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxPIBcw73bI/AAAAAAAABqM/gznZ6boe-qU/s1600/2009-11-30+Mom+at+74.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxPIBcw73bI/AAAAAAAABqM/gznZ6boe-qU/s320/2009-11-30+Mom+at+74.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This photo was taken on Friday at Mom's birthday dinner, and is not very flattering (due to me not her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-3717036062414295831?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3717036062414295831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/about-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3717036062414295831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3717036062414295831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/about-lady.html' title='about a LADY'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SxPIBcw73bI/AAAAAAAABqM/gznZ6boe-qU/s72-c/2009-11-30+Mom+at+74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-3605520914628105401</id><published>2009-11-27T08:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:44:40.814-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal deployment'/><title type='text'>Gulf of Aden and a Birthday</title><content type='html'>I am&amp;nbsp;busying myself with work, photography and Christmas preparations. This time every year is always the same (probably for most people). I always think I'm ahead of everything and then it hits me what needs to be done... and that it needs to be done in a week. It just keeps things a little interesting around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd share a few of the latest photos from Wally's deployment. The ship is currently on station&amp;nbsp;in the Gulf of Aden. Basically that means they are where they are intended to be, doing what they are supposed to be doing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, here&amp;nbsp;is the official Naval Boarding Party photo. Wally is kneeling second from left (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sw_EVyvSl3I/AAAAAAAABpc/m-TbiBMfxE8/s1600/NBP+Group+photo+5x7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sw_EVyvSl3I/AAAAAAAABpc/m-TbiBMfxE8/s320/NBP+Group+photo+5x7.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next couple of photos are of the ship fueling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sw_EtjaDEkI/AAAAAAAABpk/HttT2BWDkPI/s1600/fueling+OP+SAIPH_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sw_EtjaDEkI/AAAAAAAABpk/HttT2BWDkPI/s320/fueling+OP+SAIPH_0.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sw_E8-9kRfI/AAAAAAAABps/A_TmNlZ1h_E/s1600/fueling+2+OP+SAIPH_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sw_E8-9kRfI/AAAAAAAABps/A_TmNlZ1h_E/s320/fueling+2+OP+SAIPH_0.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then there is this. Actually, from what I understand, this is pretty much what takes up a large portion of the day...training...and sweating lots in 37 degree heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sw_FcIg3H_I/AAAAAAAABp0/v1OaFz-Lgzk/s1600/NBP+workout+OP+SAIPH_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sw_FcIg3H_I/AAAAAAAABp0/v1OaFz-Lgzk/s320/NBP+workout+OP+SAIPH_02.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sw_FmiXBjeI/AAAAAAAABqE/8saEgmdNX34/s1600/NBP+workout+OP+SAIPH-0314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sw_FmiXBjeI/AAAAAAAABqE/8saEgmdNX34/s320/NBP+workout+OP+SAIPH-0314.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too shabby scenery for a workout though.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;TODAY happens to be my Mom's 74th birthday! That's a lot of birthdays folks,&amp;nbsp;so I'm looking forward to heading out for a little supper in honour of her day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-3605520914628105401?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3605520914628105401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/gulf-of-adan-and-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3605520914628105401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3605520914628105401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/gulf-of-adan-and-birthday.html' title='Gulf of Aden and a Birthday'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sw_EVyvSl3I/AAAAAAAABpc/m-TbiBMfxE8/s72-c/NBP+Group+photo+5x7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-7169281661161691360</id><published>2009-11-25T13:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:05:21.210-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal family'/><title type='text'>Living Out LOUD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sw1_4pSgM_I/AAAAAAAABpU/xmno4h1z138/s1600/2009-11-25+Living+Out+Loud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sw1_4pSgM_I/AAAAAAAABpU/xmno4h1z138/s320/2009-11-25+Living+Out+Loud.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Wally's departure a gang of us got together to do what we do best...Eat great food and make lots of noise. Everytime we get together the noise is my favourite part. My house is quiet as it would be when there&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;two adults and two dogs who reside in it. There is nothing sweeter than the sound of voices and laughter filling&amp;nbsp;a home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-7169281661161691360?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7169281661161691360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-out-loud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7169281661161691360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7169281661161691360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-out-loud.html' title='Living Out LOUD.'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sw1_4pSgM_I/AAAAAAAABpU/xmno4h1z138/s72-c/2009-11-25+Living+Out+Loud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-7519119706373774020</id><published>2009-11-22T18:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:49:40.456-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children photography'/><title type='text'>Photography: Family + Children</title><content type='html'>As he snuggles in tightly next to me I say "I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; little boy squeezes". He says "do you love them as much as doggy squeezes". Oh yes, Code. Little boy squeezes are so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SwmzE4Td3vI/AAAAAAAABo8/E8XwJ8MCWiA/s1600/2009-11-22+Little+Boy+Squeezes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SwmzE4Td3vI/AAAAAAAABo8/E8XwJ8MCWiA/s320/2009-11-22+Little+Boy+Squeezes.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, beautiful boy...This is what I was up to yesterday afternoon. I photographed this little guy with his family. I couldn't contain my excitement and had to share just one little peek. I would have followed him around all afternoon if it was an option...under the barbwired fence and into the secret hide-away in the woods we went. Mossy stumps. Abandoned vehicles. A&amp;nbsp;treasuretrove of goodness all around. I could have danced just like the fairies in that place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: This photo is actually one of the throw-away photos (so the surprise isn't ruined). I was playing with different processing and chose this one because &lt;em&gt;I love the hat&lt;/em&gt;. This is an example of something&amp;nbsp;seeming off because there are no catchlights in the eyes (they look vacant).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-7519119706373774020?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7519119706373774020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/photography-family-children.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7519119706373774020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7519119706373774020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/photography-family-children.html' title='Photography: Family + Children'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SwmzE4Td3vI/AAAAAAAABo8/E8XwJ8MCWiA/s72-c/2009-11-22+Little+Boy+Squeezes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-3511172309740523501</id><published>2009-11-19T11:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:14:14.107-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Fall Leaves</title><content type='html'>There are many things I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be doing today, including processing photos from last weekend; but the sun is shining brightly, and I feel the need to head to the city. I figure a couple of hours (or so) in Chapters will do the trick; and who knows, maybe I'll even take in one of the movies I have been wanting to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posts just aren't the same without&amp;nbsp;a little eye candy, so here goes. These beautiful trees line the pathway of a nearby graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SwYJVejoBMI/AAAAAAAABo0/mpmAelK27Fg/s1600/2009-11-19+Fall+Leaves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SwYJVejoBMI/AAAAAAAABo0/mpmAelK27Fg/s320/2009-11-19+Fall+Leaves.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The leaves are no longer on their branches, as winter approaches, but this photos is a nice reminder of how pretty the skeletal trees were such a short time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason the maple trees in our neck of the woods turned yellow this year instead of the usual red/orange flame. My theory is that it has to do with all the rain we had. Whatever the reason, it made for a spectacular show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-3511172309740523501?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3511172309740523501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-leaves.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3511172309740523501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3511172309740523501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-leaves.html' title='Fall Leaves'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SwYJVejoBMI/AAAAAAAABo0/mpmAelK27Fg/s72-c/2009-11-19+Fall+Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-444827992087997521</id><published>2009-11-17T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:45:04.024-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal deployment'/><title type='text'>Good Friend. Good Food. Reality Hits.</title><content type='html'>I haven't eaten a really good meal in probably months (I don't count eating out in the "good" category). I had one of those days yesterday that happened just at the right time. I had lunch with a friend who decided last minute that she would cook for us instead of going out. That was a decision I am so thankful for. As I think about the meal I salivate all over again. Not a word of a lie, when I came into her building I could smell the aroma of garlic and herbs. When I entered her apartment it enveloped me; and trust me when I say, the aroma was no match for the taste...It was so good I had to be cruel and brag about it in an e-mail to Wally. Thanks Sue. Your timing was impecable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surprised myself and didn't have a melt-down week 1, or week 2, or week 3. I was proud of myself. I started to think &lt;em&gt;this will be a piece of cake&lt;/em&gt;. I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; do this without being a soppy mess. Then I spoke to him&amp;nbsp;[Wally]&amp;nbsp;yesterday morning, and as we said our good byes I couldn't contain the choke in my throat. I did my best, but he knew. Gosh I hate it when that happens! I have been on the verge of waterfall tears ever since; but late yesterday afternoon I did what I do - I ate my way through it. I am mad at myself today, but what's&amp;nbsp;a girl to do huh? This too shall pass. It &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the guy to left in front? Apparently that's Wally. I'll take his word for it because I certainly can't tell the difference. The beige "jumpsuits" are part of the boarding party team uniform, and the blue shirts/pants/ball hats are the ship's work dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SwKZ-mU-a8I/AAAAAAAABoc/NOQo-gxM18k/s1600/HS2009-N006-008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SwKZ-mU-a8I/AAAAAAAABoc/NOQo-gxM18k/s320/HS2009-N006-008.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below, you may recognize him as the guy standing on the ground to the right...if you do I'm impressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SwKaBKXyuvI/AAAAAAAABok/CxPS-O-tDD4/s1600/HS2009-N017-014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SwKaBKXyuvI/AAAAAAAABok/CxPS-O-tDD4/s320/HS2009-N017-014.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos were taken in Malta. Pretty&amp;nbsp;sweet huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: It's clean up the mess day. It's take the car for repair day. It's take care of my hip day. It's catch up with my course day. It's process photos day. It's go to the vet day. It's laundry day. Today is the kind of day that &lt;em&gt;keeps me going day&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-444827992087997521?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/444827992087997521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-friend-good-food-reality-hits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/444827992087997521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/444827992087997521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-friend-good-food-reality-hits.html' title='Good Friend. Good Food. Reality Hits.'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SwKZ-mU-a8I/AAAAAAAABoc/NOQo-gxM18k/s72-c/HS2009-N006-008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-977841276138354534</id><published>2009-11-16T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:01:13.650-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal babies'/><title type='text'>Live Out LOUD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SwFoZWsYIjI/AAAAAAAABoU/YXIEtv83LCM/s1600/2009-11-16+Kherington+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SwFoZWsYIjI/AAAAAAAABoU/YXIEtv83LCM/s320/2009-11-16+Kherington+1.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This little one is doing just that. Liv'n Out Loud! "Kher Bear" as she is affectionately called by her Mamma had her 1st birthday, and of course there were Care Bears in honour of her day. This little cake was all hers and she knew exactly what&amp;nbsp;to do with it with only a little prompting. Such a cutie pie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-977841276138354534?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/977841276138354534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/live-out-loud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/977841276138354534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/977841276138354534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/live-out-loud.html' title='Live Out LOUD.'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SwFoZWsYIjI/AAAAAAAABoU/YXIEtv83LCM/s72-c/2009-11-16+Kherington+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-682871613588819297</id><published>2009-11-15T09:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T09:09:10.473-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Numerology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sv_4-ato1aI/AAAAAAAABoM/PTGQbX5NC-A/s1600-h/2009-11-15+Today+is+brought+by+3+%26+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sv_4-ato1aI/AAAAAAAABoM/PTGQbX5NC-A/s320/2009-11-15+Today+is+brought+by+3+%26+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have never been a numbers kinda gal. In fact, my dislike started at the early age of 9 while trying to long divide. It's a long story but let me just say my brain isn't wired to work that way. After a &lt;strike&gt;few&lt;/strike&gt; a lot of tears my Dad took me aside and showed me the "proper" way to divide (with permission from my teacher, of course *wink*wink*). Over the years it hasn't gotten any better, including my stint in college and university crunching numbers to get through accounting class. Now, my "sister."..that girl is a human calculator. You want to know what the price of something is with a discount?...ask her because instantly her brain calculates it...while I'm still thinking of what the discount is, she has what the actual cost is. I just figure that's why calculators were invented - especially for schmucks like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I have no idea why this is on my mind this morning....what I'm really trying to share is that&amp;nbsp;today is all about&amp;nbsp;the numbers 3 &amp;amp; 1. A little bit of a nod to managing to get my way through to the 3rd Sunday of 27 with a bit of grace, and today is....(drum roll please)...AND &amp;nbsp;it's my great niece Kherington's 1st birthday party! I am a very lucky Auntie who gets to go and take pictures of that cutie pie&amp;nbsp;with her extended family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have work to finish up, a&amp;nbsp;light to purchase&amp;nbsp;which will&amp;nbsp;hopefully aid in my late afternoon (in the dark) photo-taking, and then the birthday party to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horray for parties!!!! Horray for little girls who are turning one!!! Horray for all the joy that is inside each of us!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-682871613588819297?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/682871613588819297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/numerology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/682871613588819297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/682871613588819297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/numerology.html' title='Numerology'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sv_4-ato1aI/AAAAAAAABoM/PTGQbX5NC-A/s72-c/2009-11-15+Today+is+brought+by+3+%26+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-7362875690310079923</id><published>2009-11-14T14:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T17:30:26.500-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Photography Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;OK. I admit it. My life these days has been pretty dull and boring. I don't seem to have any interesting tidbits to share. I am missing a little excitement. Basically, this means that I have to get my behind in gear and make life a little more interesting. Soon. Yes indeed. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sv7xU6vpHQI/AAAAAAAABoE/HNJMqduWQtY/s1600-h/DPP_0022_PPb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sv7xU6vpHQI/AAAAAAAABoE/HNJMqduWQtY/s320/DPP_0022_PPb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't entirely happy with how I processed the recent photos of Nick &amp;amp; Jill, so late last night I revisited them. I thought the original fell "flat" and I think this "do over" has a little more "pop". What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;If you are someone who is thinking about having holiday pics, feel free to contact me, as I have a bit of time available.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm spending lots of time in front of my computer working and day dreaming about photography (yes, while I'm working). I'm obsessed!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;My fingers and toes are crossed that Kim's baby makes his appearance quickly, and that his Mamma comes through just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-7362875690310079923?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7362875690310079923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/photography-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7362875690310079923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7362875690310079923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/photography-dreams.html' title='Photography Dreams'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sv7xU6vpHQI/AAAAAAAABoE/HNJMqduWQtY/s72-c/DPP_0022_PPb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-3368340756638238474</id><published>2009-11-13T01:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:06:35.315-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Birthday Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SvydegsaoEI/AAAAAAAABn8/v7CnXVvg-nM/s1600-h/2009-11-13+Happy+Birthday+Wally.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SvydegsaoEI/AAAAAAAABn8/v7CnXVvg-nM/s320/2009-11-13+Happy+Birthday+Wally.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....hoping this will be the last time I'm not there to share this day with my best friend... the most important person in my life...my partner in crime...my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wally...I hope your day is memorable. Love you. K.&lt;br /&gt;[i say this publicly &amp;amp; regrettably&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;your birthday package did not make it in time]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-3368340756638238474?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3368340756638238474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-greetings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3368340756638238474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3368340756638238474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-greetings.html' title='Birthday Greetings'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SvydegsaoEI/AAAAAAAABn8/v7CnXVvg-nM/s72-c/2009-11-13+Happy+Birthday+Wally.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-1467556527017634390</id><published>2009-11-12T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:11:10.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal deployment'/><title type='text'>HMCS Fredericton in Gibraltor [photos]</title><content type='html'>There isn't a whole lot of 'good' I can say about long deployments, &lt;i&gt;but&lt;/i&gt;, one thing I have learned to "enjoy" about the long ones is that there is usually a staff photographer onboard for the duration of the trip. There is something to be said about having a bit of understanding of what is actually happening. Sometimes the photos are simply breathtaking. These two happen to fall into that category... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SvxM8ZeOhdI/AAAAAAAABnk/PqeuFX4NxlI/s1600-h/HS2009-N009-001+Gibraltor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SvxM8ZeOhdI/AAAAAAAABnk/PqeuFX4NxlI/s320/HS2009-N009-001+Gibraltor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SvxM-J9UmxI/AAAAAAAABns/rKf_pHG9VFc/s1600-h/HS2009-N009-002+Gibraltor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SvxM-J9UmxI/AAAAAAAABns/rKf_pHG9VFc/s320/HS2009-N009-002+Gibraltor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The ship is just off Gibraltor in these photos. They will leave Malta Friday, after a quick pitstop where Wally participated in the Remembrance Day parade, and head for their final port before they enter the operational theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a flareup of bursitis, a bit of car trouble, a trip to the pet emergency dept. and H1N1 hysteria, I'm thinking the next few days will just go along swimmingly. That's&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; plan, and I'm stick'n to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-1467556527017634390?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1467556527017634390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/hmcs-fredericton-in-gibraltor-photos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/1467556527017634390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/1467556527017634390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/hmcs-fredericton-in-gibraltor-photos.html' title='HMCS Fredericton in Gibraltor [photos]'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SvxM8ZeOhdI/AAAAAAAABnk/PqeuFX4NxlI/s72-c/HS2009-N009-001+Gibraltor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-7827569467500259580</id><published>2009-11-11T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:45:28.814-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>in honour of those who sacrificed and those who are currently serving</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EuH4x1dvBT8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EuH4x1dvBT8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-7827569467500259580?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7827569467500259580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-honour-of-those-who-sacrificed-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7827569467500259580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7827569467500259580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-honour-of-those-who-sacrificed-and.html' title='in honour of those who sacrificed and those who are currently serving'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-6688011910756146619</id><published>2009-11-05T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:42:05.179-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal family'/><title type='text'>Papa + his BOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SvLUFtE0mrI/AAAAAAAABnc/hg71WS5Sbvw/s1600-h/2009-11-05+Poppa+%26+his+Boy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SvLUFtE0mrI/AAAAAAAABnc/hg71WS5Sbvw/s320/2009-11-05+Poppa+%26+his+Boy.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favourite photos sometimes are the ones that are not correctly exposed, or are slightly out of focus; and these photos happen to fall into that category. This little boy loves his Papa (grandfather). When Papa comes into the room this little guy lights up. When Papa opens his mouth, this little guy breaks into a smile (or giggle)&amp;nbsp;that everyone nearby quickly finds themselves joining in. This little guy loves his Papa...and yes, he also "loves his Nan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos were taken several weeks ago now, at a potluck supper both Wally &amp;amp; I were invited to. I couldn't resist sharing these ones right away. I think I may even be inspired to do a scrapbook page (that's a shocker). Good food, great company, entertainment in the shape of a baby boy, a bigger boy and a trampoline. Sounds like fun huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-6688011910756146619?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6688011910756146619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/papa-his-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6688011910756146619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6688011910756146619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/papa-his-boy.html' title='Papa + his BOY'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SvLUFtE0mrI/AAAAAAAABnc/hg71WS5Sbvw/s72-c/2009-11-05+Poppa+%26+his+Boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-5253323055233842429</id><published>2009-11-03T00:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:50:20.142-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding photography'/><title type='text'>Nova Scotia Wedding Photography [trash the dress]: Nick + Jill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;While the majority of people were preparing for trick or treaters this past Saturday, I had the pleasure of meeting up with newlyweds Nick &amp;amp; Jill. These two&amp;nbsp;were married in June, and Jill asked if I would be up for photographing them at Falls Lake (which is about 25 min. from Windsor, and about 1.5 hours from the Halifax, Nova Scotia). Ummm....are you kidding me? I wanted to jump up and down while still on the phone. They are such a great couple and really complement one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9nkhbHZQI/AAAAAAAABl0/puM5wfSg3yU/s1600-h/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9nkhbHZQI/AAAAAAAABl0/puM5wfSg3yU/s320/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9nn1Et_XI/AAAAAAAABl8/wjyyQiB7vFQ/s1600-h/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9nn1Et_XI/AAAAAAAABl8/wjyyQiB7vFQ/s320/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We decided to have a little fun and add a little "campiness" to the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9nquM3ovI/AAAAAAAABmE/9uxvC9piP2g/s1600-h/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9nquM3ovI/AAAAAAAABmE/9uxvC9piP2g/s320/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill4.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Looks like Nick is just making sure his bride isn't calling someone other than him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9nyaNCxeI/AAAAAAAABmU/jzBwtmls_4M/s1600-h/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9nyaNCxeI/AAAAAAAABmU/jzBwtmls_4M/s320/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill5.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;...preparing laundry can be pretty sexy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9n0xponRI/AAAAAAAABmc/fuscSCMSB6A/s1600-h/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9n0xponRI/AAAAAAAABmc/fuscSCMSB6A/s320/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill6.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;...and Jill's beautiful headshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9nu8mbJfI/AAAAAAAABmM/lja6qYMd_Ug/s1600-h/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9nu8mbJfI/AAAAAAAABmM/lja6qYMd_Ug/s320/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill3.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;...it was a little chilly on the beach, but they had enough heat between them to keep warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9oA6QXLRI/AAAAAAAABm0/HvZLE-JGN1g/s1600-h/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9oA6QXLRI/AAAAAAAABm0/HvZLE-JGN1g/s320/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill9.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9oIdXUWTI/AAAAAAAABnE/nymT6BG6CoI/s1600-h/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9oIdXUWTI/AAAAAAAABnE/nymT6BG6CoI/s320/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill11.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9oEe3t0mI/AAAAAAAABm8/7QkVihkkVhg/s1600-h/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9oEe3t0mI/AAAAAAAABm8/7QkVihkkVhg/s320/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill10.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;...Jill's thought behind this session was really all about her cats. Apparently, on her wedding day, while getting dressed, her two little kitties would not leave her dress alone. In true cat style, this day, when they had permission to tear it up, neither of them would have a go at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9oNnU8zEI/AAAAAAAABnM/KYKKWQHX_hE/s1600-h/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill+12y.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9oNnU8zEI/AAAAAAAABnM/KYKKWQHX_hE/s320/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill+12y.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A day like this for me....I would describe as...pure fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;TODAY: I'm off to the city with the boss for a couple of meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-5253323055233842429?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5253323055233842429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/wedding-photography-trash-dress-nick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/5253323055233842429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/5253323055233842429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/wedding-photography-trash-dress-nick.html' title='Nova Scotia Wedding Photography [trash the dress]: Nick + Jill'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su9nkhbHZQI/AAAAAAAABl0/puM5wfSg3yU/s72-c/2009-11-03+Nick+%26+Jill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-582025120239836987</id><published>2009-11-02T11:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:06:04.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment personal'/><title type='text'>the Angels are Watching</title><content type='html'>Hello Monday. Nice to see you in all of your sunshine glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&amp;nbsp;completed the 1st of 27 Sundays until Wally's return. I've never been one to count the weeks/days/months, but for some reason I kept hearing a voice in my head&amp;nbsp;saying...week 1 down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su7-rW249iI/AAAAAAAABls/KE1lXY8awnk/s1600-h/DSCF4932_PP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su7-rW249iI/AAAAAAAABls/KE1lXY8awnk/s320/DSCF4932_PP.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yesterday I received an e-mail and a phone call (well 2 phone calls if you count the time we were disconnected) which was especially nice.&amp;nbsp;Wally sent me this awesome photo as well as a touching note. I thought I'd share a snippet of the e-mail I received (which is something I don't usually do either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"...I attended [a]&amp;nbsp;commital of ashes ceremony today for a chief and woman officer. I couldn't help but think of your Dad, I'm sure he was looking down from above..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Thist note says so much about Wally...and it's just one of the many, many reasons I love him so much. I too think (hope) Dad is sailing along with Wally - watching over him - but also having a bit of a chuckle at Wally's expense (I'm sure). I have found that I especially miss my Dad when Wally is deployed. I think it is because&amp;nbsp;Dad and I used to have many chats about deployments, and somehow it was comforting knowing he was there if I needed him (even after his stroke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Last evening I had a very nice visit from my neighbour Nancy. I'm thinking Wally may have put her up to it; but that's OK, because she is the sweetest!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A little tidbit about my girl (dog) Sienna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Last evening I sat down to watch "the Amazing Race" and&amp;nbsp; Sienna comes toward me. As she put her paws delicately on the edge of the sofa it was if she was saying "I need a hug"....or maybe she was saying "you need a hug"...either way, it was nice to snuggle into that soft warm fur and look into her beautiful brown soulful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wally, when you read this, be reminded your "girls" are doing &lt;em&gt;just fine&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-582025120239836987?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/582025120239836987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/582025120239836987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/582025120239836987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-monday.html' title='the Angels are Watching'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Su7-rW249iI/AAAAAAAABls/KE1lXY8awnk/s72-c/DSCF4932_PP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-8452494632576740405</id><published>2009-10-30T10:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:08:13.757-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phography'/><title type='text'>Davide Greene Halifax Workshop - Oct. 25, 2009</title><content type='html'>It's Friday (already), and this week is quickly becoming a blur. I briefly mentioned earlier in the week a workshop I attended with &lt;a href="http://www.davidegreene.ca/"&gt;Davide Greene&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;this past Sunday, but I didn't share the photos I took along the way. I must say it really was a good time. I met Davide Green himself, and some great people. I took part in the afternoon session, which worked out perfectly for a couple of reasons. First, we didn't have to trudge around in the rain. Second, we had the honour of photographing two gorgeous young ladies, Jacquie and Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist photographing a little of the action as it unfolded. The photo on the left of the really "hot" shoes is actually one of the participants (gosh I wish I had a just a smig'n of "cool"), and the photo on the right is of Davide Greene in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Surhr3_qBsI/AAAAAAAABlM/tr2-sRpmC9g/s1600-h/2009-10-30+Davide+Greene5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Surhr3_qBsI/AAAAAAAABlM/tr2-sRpmC9g/s320/2009-10-30+Davide+Greene5.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...and our model bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuriqR67nBI/AAAAAAAABlU/2ygn9ShOt7k/s1600-h/2009-10-30+Davide+Greene4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuriqR67nBI/AAAAAAAABlU/2ygn9ShOt7k/s320/2009-10-30+Davide+Greene4.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...and of Davide Greene in action again with one of the participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SurhlQXjCtI/AAAAAAAABk8/Obgo3HgqvXQ/s1600-h/2009-10-30+Davide+Greene3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SurhlQXjCtI/AAAAAAAABk8/Obgo3HgqvXQ/s320/2009-10-30+Davide+Greene3.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and last but certainly not least, our final model in gorgeous light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SurhczieU-I/AAAAAAAABks/AOuwwtm0S6g/s1600-h/2009-10-30+Davide+Greene1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SurhczieU-I/AAAAAAAABks/AOuwwtm0S6g/s320/2009-10-30+Davide+Greene1.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SurhinvtUfI/AAAAAAAABk0/LHwwABLe3aE/s1600-h/2009-10-30+Davide+Greene2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SurhinvtUfI/AAAAAAAABk0/LHwwABLe3aE/s320/2009-10-30+Davide+Greene2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned before it was difficult for me to actually attend this type of event, but I am so glad I did. I learned some pretty cool lighting techniques as well as many other tips and tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: It's a work day, that I get to take a late afternoon break from to photograph Nick &amp;amp; Jill in my first "trash the dress" session. Could get interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-8452494632576740405?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8452494632576740405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/davide-greene-halifax-workshop-oct-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8452494632576740405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8452494632576740405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/davide-greene-halifax-workshop-oct-25.html' title='Davide Greene Halifax Workshop - Oct. 25, 2009'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Surhr3_qBsI/AAAAAAAABlM/tr2-sRpmC9g/s72-c/2009-10-30+Davide+Greene5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-8497061859655493734</id><published>2009-10-29T21:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:31:29.793-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Fright Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuozQILUnLI/AAAAAAAABkk/Fs0nNAKpCm8/s1600-h/Fredericton+Halloween+Poster+2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuozQILUnLI/AAAAAAAABkk/Fs0nNAKpCm8/s320/Fredericton+Halloween+Poster+2009.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little something I threw together for my guy. I'm not able to send attachments with e-mail so this is the alternative. Hopefully, it can be put to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom graphic is a photo I took of a nearby graveyard, and I added some brushes &amp;amp; gradients - quick &amp;amp; dirty (so to speak).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-8497061859655493734?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8497061859655493734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/fright-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8497061859655493734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8497061859655493734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/fright-night.html' title='Fright Night'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuozQILUnLI/AAAAAAAABkk/Fs0nNAKpCm8/s72-c/Fredericton+Halloween+Poster+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-6254636682395016661</id><published>2009-10-28T10:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:37:08.434-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Blogger problems....again</title><content type='html'>Oh my! I am not a computer geek, that's for sure. I decided to change some titles to make it a little easier to find older posts, and what I ended up doing was changing the order/dates of my original posts. Moral of this little story is...stick with what you know and leave the rest for those who know what they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: [sigh] my list is long, LONG! Post office, many, many phone calls to clients, key lots of ads, organize my desk (i.e. get rid of the crap on it!), burn some CDs, process lots of photos, catch up on the blog, take a photo of&amp;nbsp;a nearby graveyard, design a Halloween Poster, come up with "Plan B" in case it rains on Saturday, rest my eyes, rest my body, cook a meal....and on and on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-6254636682395016661?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6254636682395016661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogger-problemsagain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6254636682395016661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6254636682395016661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogger-problemsagain.html' title='Blogger problems....again'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-3442634194823581667</id><published>2009-10-28T00:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:16:08.684-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniels Slideshow'/><title type='text'>Nova Scotia Family Photography: Daniels - Slide Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-527067cf50e8afbc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D527067cf50e8afbc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329950586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D827FD65C4E5A05107D987D1125E25F2F1EFC7FE0.6525946830E1FFC5AB0FDD926465BAABBFC7888D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D527067cf50e8afbc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du-mjRsbuDuXAYLLJu32OX6su954&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D527067cf50e8afbc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329950586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D827FD65C4E5A05107D987D1125E25F2F1EFC7FE0.6525946830E1FFC5AB0FDD926465BAABBFC7888D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D527067cf50e8afbc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du-mjRsbuDuXAYLLJu32OX6su954&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! It's Wednesday already. The butterflies in my stomach are flittering about more and more now, usually when I least expect it. If I imagine myself standing on the jetty looking up as the ship sails away I feel overwhelmed with emotion. This trip feels different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wally's preparations are almost complete...except for the fact we have a skunk that has decided to make our yard it's new pad. Actually, it's more than likely a family of skunks has now made our backyard their playground. Oh yes! It is true! When the sun sets we can look out our window and see the skunk romp around our backyard. It's like our yard is its personal playground! I didn't know skunks rolled around and rooted through grass. Good thing I now have a pretty little shed at the end of our driveway so I don't have to venture out to the other one. Last night Wally &amp;amp; I had a good chuckle about how that more than likely once he leaves Sienna (our big dog) will manage to get herself into trouble with that skunk! Memories of the snake, muskrat and rat came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above slideshow is of the Daniels' clan. Take a look!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-3442634194823581667?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=527067cf50e8afbc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a71114433c99ab5d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3442634194823581667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/daniels-slide-show.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3442634194823581667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3442634194823581667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/daniels-slide-show.html' title='Nova Scotia Family Photography: Daniels - Slide Show'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-4121399354152273369</id><published>2009-10-27T06:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:13:38.111-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maternity'/><title type='text'>Nova Scotia Photography: a little PEAK into the Hall FAMILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kim has been patiently waiting for a peak at her photos, and finally, I have a few to share from our time together earlier in the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I have photographed a family with an active toddler and I can't express how much fun I had!&amp;nbsp;Ranglin' these little &lt;strike&gt;buggers&lt;/strike&gt; darlings&amp;nbsp;can be a challenge, but I think I'll have a few tricks up my sleeve the&amp;nbsp;next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo below cracks me up! This is pretty much what I saw everytime we tried the group shot. Again, I can't say how much I love this. Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY_ft45iLI/AAAAAAAABkE/lp4m9da5tLY/s1600-h/2009-10-28+Hall7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY_ft45iLI/AAAAAAAABkE/lp4m9da5tLY/s320/2009-10-28+Hall7.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Just look at the adorable face on this little guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY-4A0N3hI/AAAAAAAABjU/K6Lb28ygwDQ/s1600-h/2009-10-28+Hall1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY-4A0N3hI/AAAAAAAABjU/K6Lb28ygwDQ/s320/2009-10-28+Hall1.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;By this point he had jumped in the mud, rolled down a hill and then decided it was time to play in the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY_rduNuUI/AAAAAAAABkc/gM8QWEPRjL4/s1600-h/2009-10-28+Hall10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY_rduNuUI/AAAAAAAABkc/gM8QWEPRjL4/s320/2009-10-28+Hall10.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;...and then then there is his mamma. As I was photographing her I noticed Daddy chasing after him to prevent a dip in the lake. I thought it was a nice touch to have the family in the background of this beautiful lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY_A9aehiI/AAAAAAAABjc/0MtdnJvg7LU/s1600-h/2009-10-28+Hall2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY_A9aehiI/AAAAAAAABjc/0MtdnJvg7LU/s320/2009-10-28+Hall2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and another shot of that beautiful boy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY_DGPnKhI/AAAAAAAABjk/9gAAyCJKxZQ/s1600-h/2009-10-28+Hall3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY_DGPnKhI/AAAAAAAABjk/9gAAyCJKxZQ/s320/2009-10-28+Hall3.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY_G8Ok4HI/AAAAAAAABjs/d2unYt20bQo/s1600-h/2009-10-28+Hall4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY_G8Ok4HI/AAAAAAAABjs/d2unYt20bQo/s320/2009-10-28+Hall4.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;...a little baby lov'n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY_XwXswbI/AAAAAAAABj0/VnkvRNTQ6f8/s1600-h/2009-10-28+Hall5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY_XwXswbI/AAAAAAAABj0/VnkvRNTQ6f8/s320/2009-10-28+Hall5.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...a little big boy lov'n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY_aVwxutI/AAAAAAAABj8/1HkmF16Sa4M/s1600-h/2009-10-28+Hall6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY_aVwxutI/AAAAAAAABj8/1HkmF16Sa4M/s320/2009-10-28+Hall6.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...and a soft landing after a fall down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY_ojfzOkI/AAAAAAAABkU/YHs7fnIQSs0/s1600-h/2009-10-28+Hall9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY_ojfzOkI/AAAAAAAABkU/YHs7fnIQSs0/s320/2009-10-28+Hall9.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and to think this gorgeous lady wasn't all that keen on having her pregnancy documented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY_kUZ9nKI/AAAAAAAABkM/deBfW0a2f3M/s1600-h/2009-10-28+Hall8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY_kUZ9nKI/AAAAAAAABkM/deBfW0a2f3M/s320/2009-10-28+Hall8.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim, you looked stunning; and again, it was a pleasure to spend time with you all. I can't wait to document how your family changes in a few short weeks when your littlest boy arrives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-4121399354152273369?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4121399354152273369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-peak-into-hall-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4121399354152273369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4121399354152273369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-peak-into-hall-family.html' title='Nova Scotia Photography: a little PEAK into the Hall FAMILY'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuY_ft45iLI/AAAAAAAABkE/lp4m9da5tLY/s72-c/2009-10-28+Hall7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-2105993892005488769</id><published>2009-10-26T01:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:59:49.045-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>HMCS Fredericton Departs Halifax for Somalia</title><content type='html'>We arrived at the dockyard yesterday in the heavy rain, and after a bit of humm'n and haw'n we decided I wouldn't stick around. Of course, now I wish I did so I could have the last glance as they sailed out, but I certainly enjoyed the next best thing....aaaahhh! I just love technology. When I arrived home I thought to myself "I bet there are webcams on the harbour". Glad that thought came to mind because I was able to watch Freddy sail out of harbour. Here are a couple of screen shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuUbrYDM4dI/AAAAAAAABik/bUUQZA8mnw8/s1600-h/Web+photo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuUbrYDM4dI/AAAAAAAABik/bUUQZA8mnw8/s320/Web+photo1.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuUbt6-ybdI/AAAAAAAABis/8FzlgNMNB3c/s1600-h/web+photo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuUbt6-ybdI/AAAAAAAABis/8FzlgNMNB3c/s320/web+photo2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wally's now a TV star too. He and three other&amp;nbsp;crew members&amp;nbsp;are leaning on the rail near the end of the segment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://watch.ctv.ca/news/latest/ship-deploys/"&gt;http://watch.ctv.ca/news/latest/ship-deploys/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and this is what it looked like when we arrived on the jetty and just before I left. These photos look so bad because the rain was driving so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuUb0lX4TLI/AAAAAAAABi0/wMVnO_3kLSc/s1600-h/DPP_0001_PP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuUb0lX4TLI/AAAAAAAABi0/wMVnO_3kLSc/s320/DPP_0001_PP.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes...that is Wally racing back to the car after dropping off his last bit of gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuUb37F9hwI/AAAAAAAABi8/g7jJGe3SRJk/s1600-h/DPP_0002_PP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuUb37F9hwI/AAAAAAAABi8/g7jJGe3SRJk/s320/DPP_0002_PP.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuUb52pHc7I/AAAAAAAABjE/JUsfgSfvaFA/s1600-h/DPP_0005_PP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuUb52pHc7I/AAAAAAAABjE/JUsfgSfvaFA/s320/DPP_0005_PP.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...and this is Wally giving me a last wave as I finally left the jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuUb79ZFkhI/AAAAAAAABjM/382hwhQa0SQ/s1600-h/DPP_0008_PP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuUb79ZFkhI/AAAAAAAABjM/382hwhQa0SQ/s320/DPP_0008_PP.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;If you would like&amp;nbsp;to get in touch with Wally over the next six months or so, feel free to contact me; or you can reach him directly via e-mail:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="mailto:Wally.Bennett2@forces.gc.ca"&gt;Wally.Bennett2@forces.gc.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can also send parcels to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P02 Bennett, W.T.&lt;br /&gt;HMCS Fredericton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.O. Box 99000&lt;br /&gt;Stn. Forces&lt;br /&gt;Halifax, NS B3K 5X5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parcels should weigh no more than 20 kg and max size is the size of a 24 box of beer. I believe it should also be free to send mail/parcels due to his deployment status (I hope). &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;After returning home from the departure to take care of&amp;nbsp;the doggies, I turned around and headed back into the city for &lt;a href="http://www.davidegreene.ca/"&gt;Davide Greene's&lt;/a&gt; Halifax Workshop. It was such a great experience to be with "real" photographers. I absorbed every bit I could even though I could tell I was a little scatter-brained....want to know how I know that? Well, I talked a bit too much...was my usual awkward self...and felt a little lost at times. When I see "real" photographer's work I am totally in awe. That's how I felt today. A little out of my league, but definitely on the learning curve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-2105993892005488769?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/2105993892005488769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/departure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/2105993892005488769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/2105993892005488769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/departure.html' title='HMCS Fredericton Departs Halifax for Somalia'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuUbrYDM4dI/AAAAAAAABik/bUUQZA8mnw8/s72-c/Web+photo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-53994165914142779</id><published>2009-10-23T10:41:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:50:27.017-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>This.IS. IT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THIS. IS.&lt;/strong&gt; the final weekend before my life undergoes a major shakeup. &lt;strong&gt;THIS. IS.&lt;/strong&gt; the last weekend I get to wake up next to my best friend for a very long time. &lt;strong&gt;THIS. IS.&lt;/strong&gt; the last morning I'll get to hear "heeelllooo kiiittteeee" for a while.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;THIS. IS. IT.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Just a wee bit dramatic I know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today and tomorrow, I plan on soaking up every possible minute of the day...with Wally next to me...of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're heading to the city (I know, what else!) to meet some friends &lt;a href="http://www.tajmahal7wonders.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for what I'm sure will be great food,&amp;nbsp;fabulous wine and what I hope to be lots of giggles. We also decided a night with a fluffy king size bed was in order, so we are spending the night &lt;a href="http://www.marriott.com/hotels/travel/yhzmc-halifax-marriott-harbourfront-hotel/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and then have plans to meet a couple of Wally's childhood friends for &lt;a href="http://www.oldtriangle.com/"&gt;brunch&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow. I am really excited about our weekend plans, but must admit I have moments where I want be snuggled up&amp;nbsp;at home&amp;nbsp;together with the outside world...well....outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time before deployment that I muster my inner strength for &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. This is the time I constantly remind myself I will be OK. This is the time I find myself when I least expect it well up with tears, but &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; let them flow. This is the time I find my get up and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend folks! If you feel so inclined, I'd appreciate a little prayer for Wally...and I wouldn't complain if you included me in there too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-53994165914142779?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/53994165914142779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/thisis-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/53994165914142779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/53994165914142779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/thisis-it.html' title='This.IS. IT.'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-5719944950920344995</id><published>2009-10-22T11:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:15:22.513-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Nova Scotia Children's Photography: Cute Little PUMPKINS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuB5IoNHyCI/AAAAAAAABic/1dKnb5eG80A/s1600-h/2009-10-22+Little+Pumpkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395445542728222754" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuB5IoNHyCI/AAAAAAAABic/1dKnb5eG80A/s400/2009-10-22+Little+Pumpkins.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 182px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little chatch-up time. Who can resist a smiling little boy standing up on his own amongst the pumpkins? Too cute for words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: I'm on a mission to break away from the computer and find a black sweater/turtleneck. I desperately need something to wear that makes me feel good. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-5719944950920344995?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5719944950920344995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/cute-little-pumpkins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/5719944950920344995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/5719944950920344995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/cute-little-pumpkins.html' title='Nova Scotia Children&apos;s Photography: Cute Little PUMPKINS'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SuB5IoNHyCI/AAAAAAAABic/1dKnb5eG80A/s72-c/2009-10-22+Little+Pumpkins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-2207397580797934453</id><published>2009-10-20T18:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:16:44.801-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family photography'/><title type='text'>Nova Scotia Family Photography: the DANIELS'</title><content type='html'>Here's a peak at what I've been up to today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4klMXOwQI/AAAAAAAABh8/nzaPRoR1hYA/s1600-h/2009-10-21+Daniels8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4klMXOwQI/AAAAAAAABh8/nzaPRoR1hYA/s320/2009-10-21+Daniels8.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4kelqGivI/AAAAAAAABh0/gsNYjkqEm58/s1600-h/2009-10-21+Daniels7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4kelqGivI/AAAAAAAABh0/gsNYjkqEm58/s320/2009-10-21+Daniels7.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4oo02XDFI/AAAAAAAABiU/Cm0ks0tsYKk/s1600-h/2009-10-21+Daniels11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4oo02XDFI/AAAAAAAABiU/Cm0ks0tsYKk/s320/2009-10-21+Daniels11.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4kY9jpu0I/AAAAAAAABhs/zXVvX4Za6oE/s1600-h/2009-10-21+Daniels6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4kY9jpu0I/AAAAAAAABhs/zXVvX4Za6oE/s320/2009-10-21+Daniels6.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4kQfCo-OI/AAAAAAAABhk/Wto8_31Ik74/s1600-h/2009-10-21+Daniels5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4kQfCo-OI/AAAAAAAABhk/Wto8_31Ik74/s320/2009-10-21+Daniels5.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4kJxEC1eI/AAAAAAAABhc/0ToN4P4X_Tw/s1600-h/2009-10-21+Daniels4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4kJxEC1eI/AAAAAAAABhc/0ToN4P4X_Tw/s320/2009-10-21+Daniels4.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4j7KRUlAI/AAAAAAAABhM/Xyy8ZzsXEAY/s1600-h/2009-10-21+Daniels2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4j7KRUlAI/AAAAAAAABhM/Xyy8ZzsXEAY/s320/2009-10-21+Daniels2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4jzUbbMpI/AAAAAAAABhE/A80tN7rj8EY/s1600-h/2009-10-21+Daniels1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4jzUbbMpI/AAAAAAAABhE/A80tN7rj8EY/s320/2009-10-21+Daniels1.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4kEWxgyAI/AAAAAAAABhU/Iwvh7YcsfTg/s1600-h/2009-10-21+Daniels3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4kEWxgyAI/AAAAAAAABhU/Iwvh7YcsfTg/s320/2009-10-21+Daniels3.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4ksY390DI/AAAAAAAABiE/q6FLSE3Dzn8/s1600-h/2009-10-21+Daniels9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4ksY390DI/AAAAAAAABiE/q6FLSE3Dzn8/s320/2009-10-21+Daniels9.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4k0ClYbEI/AAAAAAAABiM/k-yk4HkdLWA/s1600-h/2009-10-21+Daniels10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4k0ClYbEI/AAAAAAAABiM/k-yk4HkdLWA/s320/2009-10-21+Daniels10.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a beautiful setting for a beautiful family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-2207397580797934453?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/2207397580797934453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/daniels_20.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/2207397580797934453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/2207397580797934453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/daniels_20.html' title='Nova Scotia Family Photography: the DANIELS&apos;'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/St4klMXOwQI/AAAAAAAABh8/nzaPRoR1hYA/s72-c/2009-10-21+Daniels8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-954393724081732034</id><published>2009-10-19T07:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:20:18.776-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Weekend Roundup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hello there Monday. This past weekend was full of awesomeness (is that a word?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/StxJ_bLhSEI/AAAAAAAABg8/NVAlx70jYi8/s1600-h/2009-10-19+Kim+Hall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/StxJ_bLhSEI/AAAAAAAABg8/NVAlx70jYi8/s320/2009-10-19+Kim+Hall.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We spent some time getting reacquainted with Wally's cousin Kim&amp;nbsp;and her little family that will very soon be expanding. While there we took some time to&amp;nbsp;venture to the park which meant I was able to photograph the beautiful roundness of the soon to be Mom and her family of three. Ooohhh! It was nice! She found her inner diva model and looked gorgeous! Look for a share sometime in the next week (or so). I can't forget to mention that Craig managed to provide us with a pretty darn good meal too! Oh, and&amp;nbsp;right before we left, Kim just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to tell us about the new "creamery" at Tim's....we just couldn't drive by without heading inside. All I'm gonna say is that it's a very good thing I don't live remotely close to a Timmy's creamery store. The creamy goodness of that is gonna have to stay inside the store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we shared an&amp;nbsp;unforgettable potluck meal at my nephew's. Thanks Todd &amp;amp; Chrissy for hosting. Thanks Kelly for the awesome food you arrived with. Thanks Mom for the pumpkin pie. Thanks everyone for the laughs in the backyard. I'll have a share of those photos in the next little while too. Tylor and Dewayne on a trampoline (not together). That's all I'm gonna say for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should mention that in amongst the awesomeness I worked. And WORKED. And didn't sleep much at all. If someone can do a dance, or jump up and down or pray to some sleep god I am not familiar with, I'd appreciate it...really I would. Getting up at 1 or 2 am is beyond old right now. REALLY OLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY is a day for Wally and I. We're off to the city (again!) for appointments, but other than that I'm just gonna let it unfold as we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-954393724081732034?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/954393724081732034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekend-roundup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/954393724081732034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/954393724081732034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekend-roundup.html' title='Weekend Roundup'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/StxJ_bLhSEI/AAAAAAAABg8/NVAlx70jYi8/s72-c/2009-10-19+Kim+Hall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-9082295130493159337</id><published>2009-10-16T16:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:17:21.428-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family portrait photography'/><title type='text'>Nova Scotia Photography: the DANIELS'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/StjJ67XNCTI/AAAAAAAABg0/-fyvSA6N9Xk/s1600-h/2009-10-16+the+Daniels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/StjJ67XNCTI/AAAAAAAABg0/-fyvSA6N9Xk/s320/2009-10-16+the+Daniels.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm a very lucky girl indeed. Last evening I had the honour of photographing the Daniels' clan. I'm even more honoured since a photo session is something the Queen of the Clan really, really wanted. Sons&amp;nbsp;Jason&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Aaron (Ryan) live nearby with their wives and children, and Adam was home visiting from Newfoundland. After my trip up a very twisty and steep road, and soaking in the beautiful views, this&amp;nbsp;cool, crisp day seemed like the perfect time to get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group was quiet and reserved, but a little birdie told me it's not always that way! It was such a pleasure to meet them, and see a little into their world. I can't thank them enough for their patience, kindness and cooperation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm just kidding about&amp;nbsp;the name mix up Ryan... for some reason I kept saying Aaron when I meant Ryan. Aaron happens to be Ryan's beautiful wife and for the life of me I couldn't keep it straight. Eventually, I just asked Ryan to answer to Aaron as well as his own name. Thank goodness they were both good sports about my never-ending name mix-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above photo came naturally. I turned around and saw this hat hanging out all by itself on a metal stake. In the next few days I'll put together the photos from the session and I'm looking forward to sharing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days will continue to be filled with more photo sessions, good food, good company and time in front of my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&amp;nbsp;your weekend folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-9082295130493159337?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/9082295130493159337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/daniels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/9082295130493159337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/9082295130493159337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/daniels.html' title='Nova Scotia Photography: the DANIELS&apos;'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/StjJ67XNCTI/AAAAAAAABg0/-fyvSA6N9Xk/s72-c/2009-10-16+the+Daniels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-8040308397793898365</id><published>2009-10-14T10:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:37:12.736-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Portrait</title><content type='html'>Fall is always such a busy time, and this year is no exception. Late nights have been the norm around here. Even though I sometimes feel overwhelmed, I keep reminding myself to take in every moment I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd post a couple of photos from our Thanksgiving Day portrait. It's always funny to see how they turn out. It's also hard to find one photo that screams "this is the one". This year was no exception. The bright sunshine made for a beautiful afternoon with family, but that same bright sunshine made it particularly difficult to get a flattering photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/StXSwPI6qxI/AAAAAAAABgs/ijrrsSw6y-o/s1600-h/2009-10-14+Thanksgiving+Portrait.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/StXSwPI6qxI/AAAAAAAABgs/ijrrsSw6y-o/s320/2009-10-14+Thanksgiving+Portrait.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The top one we're all looking pretty good, except if you look at Dewayne (back left) his eyes are closed. Actually, his eyes were closed in almost every one! Too funny! The bottom one is the one I selected as the best of the&amp;nbsp;best or worst&amp;nbsp;(so to speak). I love having these group photos. This year we were reminded that the last time we gathered for Thanksgiving, it also happened to be last time we were with my father on a special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These group photos, that really are a pain in the butt, are so important to me because they provide evidence of the good times shared with those that are important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: I have a ton of work to do for the job that I get paid for. I have a ton of work to do for the job that doesn't pay me (photography). I need to spend some time with my guy who should be arriving home from work shortly. I really must cook a nice meal. I must take a breath and enjoy the sunshine and company that I have with me. And on we GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-8040308397793898365?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8040308397793898365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanksgiving-portrait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8040308397793898365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8040308397793898365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanksgiving-portrait.html' title='Thanksgiving Portrait'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/StXSwPI6qxI/AAAAAAAABgs/ijrrsSw6y-o/s72-c/2009-10-14+Thanksgiving+Portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-6116805777329362331</id><published>2009-10-13T00:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:26:09.860-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Just Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/StPyVJNHx-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fCcDUofTbx8/s1600-h/2009-10-13+Just+Us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/StPyVJNHx-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fCcDUofTbx8/s320/2009-10-13+Just+Us.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is what happens when the two of us get in front of my camera with a remote. I would say this now my new favourite photo of "just us".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: I'm out of my office for a day of meetings. Meeting the boss. Meeting clients. Meeting family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-6116805777329362331?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6116805777329362331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6116805777329362331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6116805777329362331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-us.html' title='Just Us'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/StPyVJNHx-I/AAAAAAAABgk/fCcDUofTbx8/s72-c/2009-10-13+Just+Us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-355661504869241400</id><published>2009-10-12T09:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:23:59.870-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>THANKFUL</title><content type='html'>I could list hundreds (probably thousands) of things and people in my life that I am thankful for. BUT today...let me just say that I'm very thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/StN0E-ntDWI/AAAAAAAABgc/YYHSToe-aio/s1600-h/2009-10-12+Pumpkin+Cutie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/StN0E-ntDWI/AAAAAAAABgc/YYHSToe-aio/s320/2009-10-12+Pumpkin+Cutie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday we spent a gorgeous afternoon at my sister's farm where we ate tons of great food and had a really nice visit. I was able to take lots of photos of the animals and of course of the "little man". Couldn't you just eat him up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks from today I will have already spent my first night alone of what will be many nights until Wally's return. So, in the next two weeks we will prepare for winter, and prepare for his departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. I have work to do. He has work to do. We'll meet up later in the day for a little drive to take in some more of the breathtaking view of the Annapolis Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're one of the lucky ones to have this day as a Holiday - enjoy! If you're one of the ones that has to work (like me), take a little extra break today and remind yourself what it is you're thankful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-355661504869241400?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/355661504869241400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/355661504869241400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/355661504869241400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/thankful.html' title='THANKFUL'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/StN0E-ntDWI/AAAAAAAABgc/YYHSToe-aio/s72-c/2009-10-12+Pumpkin+Cutie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-8727631395059349496</id><published>2009-10-09T08:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:43:36.590-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Houston....We have a problem!</title><content type='html'>In my current brain fog, while attempting to spruce up my blog, I ended up deleting what I had. I know better. BUT at 2:00 am I must not have been thinking clearly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended the deployment briefing last evening on my own as Wally was duty. Without getting into details this is what I came away with.&lt;br /&gt;- it's very dangerous&lt;br /&gt;- due to the volitile and unpredictable schedule there will be no HLTA (vacation travel)&lt;br /&gt;- the mission is currently the "sexiest" mission for the CF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is Thanksgiving, and there has been a change&amp;nbsp;in plans. I was initially going to have the family here, but we will now be going to my sister's farm. I am praying for good weather so we can take a few pictures. This weekend I will especially be thankful for those in my family who are supporting Wally and I during this time. Oh! I'll also be enjoying lots of good food and cuddle time with my guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-8727631395059349496?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8727631395059349496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/houstonwe-have-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8727631395059349496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8727631395059349496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/houstonwe-have-problem.html' title='Houston....We have a problem!'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-8774753564514712320</id><published>2009-10-08T13:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:53:42.027-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Going With the Flow</title><content type='html'>Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Ss4Ucswv2EI/AAAAAAAABf0/RMLRAdlt7pA/s1600-h/2009-10-08+Update.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Ss4Ucswv2EI/AAAAAAAABf0/RMLRAdlt7pA/s320/2009-10-08+Update.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. I say...it's Thursday.&amp;nbsp;Are you kidding me? I don't know what's happening with time, but I need to find it. And soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week so far has been a week of research but I'm afraid not a lot of progression or completion to where I need to be. I'm delving into some stuff that is waaaaay out of my comfort zone, so although it's &lt;strike&gt;a little &lt;/strike&gt;a lot scary, it is very, very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted the above photo to remember what it looks like when it's almost sunny outside. That shot was actually taken while traveling at 120+ km/hr. Quite the sight while driving. I love the clouds that look like they are flying across the sky with the hot colours in the background and the guardrail slightly blurred in the foreground. Nice. Just wish'n we could see a little more of that. Not too many fall photos are going to pop up this year as the rain and wind is making quick work of the pretty leaves. It looks like it's snowing when I see the leaves flying by out the corner of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say I have a few more photo sessions booked. In fact I am more than happy. I find it hard to express how I feel when I am taking photos, or even talking about photography. I find my eyes welling up unexpectedly as I talk about a particular session or even what being a photographer means to me. I am working on all the things it takes on the business side of things to get this dream of mine rolling. I don't know why, but I feel it in my core, that this is what I'm meant to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I wrote out a draft profile for a website I'm designing. Here's the beginnings of where I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As someone whose family consists of a perfectly matched partner, who also happens to be my husband, and our two adorable pooches, I see families a little different than most. I see the little connections that are only shared between two people&amp;nbsp;who have&amp;nbsp;together experienced both joy and pain. I see the&amp;nbsp;glint a momma and daddy get in their eyes when they look at their little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived late in the profession of photography and am so grateful to have found my way. Photography would be considered my 3rd career; however, it feels like it is what I was born to do. Capturing moments for others is my passion. It is the thing that brings tears to my eyes when I speak about it. It is the thing that gives me goosebumps every time...and I mean EVERY TIME I put a session together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s face it, life isn’t perfect. Sometimes&amp;nbsp;it can even be messy. I want to capture connections. That is the beauty I see. Perfect clothing is not required. Show up being you. Tousled hair is perfect. A child’s stained mouth is perfect. Mismatched clothing is perfect. You are perfect! As human beings we are perfectly imperfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ask when we meet is that you show me your heart. I can’t wait to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Thanks for your encouragement. Thanks for cheering me on. And most of all, thanks for coming along for the ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-8774753564514712320?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8774753564514712320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/going-with-flow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8774753564514712320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8774753564514712320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/going-with-flow.html' title='Going With the Flow'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Ss4Ucswv2EI/AAAAAAAABf0/RMLRAdlt7pA/s72-c/2009-10-08+Update.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-8416713470358195872</id><published>2009-10-03T07:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T07:56:52.197-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Thunderous Reverberations</title><content type='html'>As I sit down in front of my computer to face&amp;nbsp;a full day of work, I can hear what is now an unfamiliar sound. It's unmistakable pitch and rumble is somewhat irritating but at the same time comforting. Yes, my friends, I'll share the fact that my husband snores loudly. Lucky for me he's also not one of those snorers you pretty much have to beat to death to get them to move to a position that they'll stop the thunderous rattle. Today, I'm enjoying that sound reverberating from another floor. For his sake I hope I hear it most of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-8416713470358195872?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8416713470358195872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/thunderous-reverberations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8416713470358195872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8416713470358195872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/thunderous-reverberations.html' title='Thunderous Reverberations'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-7427689416257960179</id><published>2009-10-02T20:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:11:29.732-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family portrait photography'/><title type='text'>Lingard Session</title><content type='html'>I had so much fun putting together the photos from my session with the Lingards. I couldn't stop smiling as the video unfolded. Capturing those little moments between people that may seem insignificant at the time brings me joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6bbcce598f2d77fc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6bbcce598f2d77fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329950586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7717E360B86B7A3964438D975A316E4EEC831060.4D45FAE66A32F3473886C43CB215A087675430E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6bbcce598f2d77fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGuOwgFbXDjsd_AV0urPbpcAqQlM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6bbcce598f2d77fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329950586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7717E360B86B7A3964438D975A316E4EEC831060.4D45FAE66A32F3473886C43CB215A087675430E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6bbcce598f2d77fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGuOwgFbXDjsd_AV0urPbpcAqQlM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am on my way out the door to pick up my guy again. He flies in shortly, and I'll be there to see him arrive. Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Our time together is now winding down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend folks! If you're someone who would like to have a photo session, feel free to contact me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-7427689416257960179?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7427689416257960179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/lingard-session.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7427689416257960179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7427689416257960179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/lingard-session.html' title='Lingard Session'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-5100766967274156862</id><published>2009-10-01T11:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:13:06.573-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family portrait photography'/><title type='text'>Lingard Family Portrait Session</title><content type='html'>The Lingards are an adorable family, that I had the pleasure of photographing last evening. The ominous dark clouds didn't prevent us from spending some time in their neighbourhood, and then onto a nearby apple orchard. Cory and Candice's girls are both absolutely adorable...but of course they are...look who they have for parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few samples that are straight out of the camera (with a little sharpening for web). I now have an idea why everyone says shooting under an overcast sky is fantastic. The colour is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsS0XpCe3uI/AAAAAAAABfM/RnANNntEiTI/s1600-h/2009-10-01+Lingard1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsS0XpCe3uI/AAAAAAAABfM/RnANNntEiTI/s320/2009-10-01+Lingard1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsS0u7ZlsLI/AAAAAAAABfs/FGJvp8SBkak/s1600-h/2009-10-01+Lingard5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsS0u7ZlsLI/AAAAAAAABfs/FGJvp8SBkak/s320/2009-10-01+Lingard5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsS0dqjrlyI/AAAAAAAABfU/FoZXvvf4ADk/s1600-h/2009-10-01+Lingard2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsS0dqjrlyI/AAAAAAAABfU/FoZXvvf4ADk/s320/2009-10-01+Lingard2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="82" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsS0jBt1f9I/AAAAAAAABfc/QJGTOQ8xdFU/s320/2009-10-01+Lingard3.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 336px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 433px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsS0jBt1f9I/AAAAAAAABfc/QJGTOQ8xdFU/s1600-h/2009-10-01+Lingard3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsS0jBt1f9I/AAAAAAAABfc/QJGTOQ8xdFU/s320/2009-10-01+Lingard3.jpg" style="cursor: move;" unselectable="on" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This last photo was taken before we left, and during Kherington's supper. Daddy was playing a little with his baby girl. So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsS0opD1qII/AAAAAAAABfk/DVJ3z5aDBD4/s320/2009-10-01+Lingard4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't thank Candice, Cory, MacKenzie and baby Kherington for taking time, and being patient with me, as they were my first family portrait session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What I did find was that all of the shots are "noisy" due to a higher ISO setting (dark outside), BUT that will be solved when I get my new Canon 7D! Can you tell I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have lots on the go around here. There are many changes in the works with respect to my work and photography. Exciting times indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-5100766967274156862?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5100766967274156862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/lingard-family-portrait-session.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/5100766967274156862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/5100766967274156862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/10/lingard-family-portrait-session.html' title='Lingard Family Portrait Session'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsS0XpCe3uI/AAAAAAAABfM/RnANNntEiTI/s72-c/2009-10-01+Lingard1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-1896274086453099181</id><published>2009-09-29T08:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:11:04.476-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fondue family'/><title type='text'>Tea for 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsHqk5bibPI/AAAAAAAABfE/r_YCrv2nrfY/s1600-h/2009-09-28+tea+for+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsHqk5bibPI/AAAAAAAABfE/r_YCrv2nrfY/s320/2009-09-28+tea+for+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fondue isn't something new for us. It's just that I've now gotten it down to a science. Saturday evening after our outing at the Demolition Derby this is what we were up to. While he did the chores of mowing and trimming the lawn, I prepared a feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the word(s) of Rachael Rae "Yummo!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-1896274086453099181?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1896274086453099181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/1896274086453099181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/1896274086453099181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='Tea for 2'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsHqk5bibPI/AAAAAAAABfE/r_YCrv2nrfY/s72-c/2009-09-28+tea+for+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-1787268673318956331</id><published>2009-09-28T09:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:44:21.353-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demolition derby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><title type='text'>a little Derby Fun!</title><content type='html'>OK, I admit it. I had &lt;strike&gt;fun &lt;/strike&gt;a blast at the demolition derby which was held this past weekend in our town as part of the annual Exhibition. I know I never imagined I would see grown men intentionally wreck their already wrecked cars, but even though it &lt;em&gt;seems&lt;/em&gt; totally silly...it was totally &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsCs_zpXG1I/AAAAAAAABes/8F2G_BZ0EyY/s1600-h/2009-09-28+Demolition+Derby3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsCs_zpXG1I/AAAAAAAABes/8F2G_BZ0EyY/s320/2009-09-28+Demolition+Derby3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsCt1OnPiVI/AAAAAAAABe8/IuOoUmxInOk/s1600-h/2009-09-28+Demolition+Derby1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsCt1OnPiVI/AAAAAAAABe8/IuOoUmxInOk/s320/2009-09-28+Demolition+Derby1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsCtuj-kNcI/AAAAAAAABe0/OkleNWj3r14/s1600-h/2009-09-28+Demolition+Derby2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsCtuj-kNcI/AAAAAAAABe0/OkleNWj3r14/s320/2009-09-28+Demolition+Derby2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsCs5Wwi6VI/AAAAAAAABek/0q777sBeVEU/s1600-h/2009-09-28+Demolition+Derby4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsCs5Wwi6VI/AAAAAAAABek/0q777sBeVEU/s320/2009-09-28+Demolition+Derby4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, it's back to normal in my house, which means battling the flea problem that my little Lily seems to have developed, getting things organized after Wally's whirlwind visit, preparing for an upcoming photoshoot (can't believe I'm even writing that), and getting work done. Sounds pretty good to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="88" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsCs_zpXG1I/AAAAAAAABes/8F2G_BZ0EyY/s320/2009-09-28+Demolition+Derby3.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 426px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 889px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-1787268673318956331?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1787268673318956331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-derby-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/1787268673318956331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/1787268673318956331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-derby-fun.html' title='a little Derby Fun!'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SsCs_zpXG1I/AAAAAAAABes/8F2G_BZ0EyY/s72-c/2009-09-28+Demolition+Derby3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-6154548496844664031</id><published>2009-09-27T17:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:36:19.474-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Real Men Pump Steam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sr_HlphNJCI/AAAAAAAABec/tysSLxhwmwY/s1600-h/2009-09-27+Real+Men+Pump+Steam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sr_HlphNJCI/AAAAAAAABec/tysSLxhwmwY/s320/2009-09-27+Real+Men+Pump+Steam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wally spent the last few days at home and man did it fly by quickly. We were out the door fairly early this morning so we could get some errands done and then off to catch his flight. Over the last few days we&amp;nbsp;managed to enjoy a few great dining experiences, took in a demolition derby, made an unsuccessful attempt at taking down our pool for winter storage, and of course&amp;nbsp;Wally &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to mow the lawn for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As&amp;nbsp;Wally packs for his frequent trips, I usually hang out with him for company; and as I was sitting on the bed chatting and watching him prepare his uniforms, it struck me how this is a story worth telling. So, of course, I ran to get my camera. Real. Men. Pump. Steam. (not iron). Ain't that the truth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-6154548496844664031?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6154548496844664031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/real-men-pump-steam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6154548496844664031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6154548496844664031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/real-men-pump-steam.html' title='Real Men Pump Steam'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sr_HlphNJCI/AAAAAAAABec/tysSLxhwmwY/s72-c/2009-09-27+Real+Men+Pump+Steam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-824151678604383961</id><published>2009-09-24T08:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:33:30.906-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Guess who's coming to dinner.</title><content type='html'>...why that would be this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SrtYgdSmJTI/AAAAAAAABeU/lLeVge3eEp8/s1600-h/HS032605d08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SrtYgdSmJTI/AAAAAAAABeU/lLeVge3eEp8/s320/HS032605d08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm receiving the best birthday present a girl could ask for. Now I just have to &lt;strike&gt;wait for the call&lt;/strike&gt; pick him up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-824151678604383961?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/824151678604383961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/guess-whos-coming-to-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/824151678604383961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/824151678604383961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/guess-whos-coming-to-dinner.html' title='Guess who&apos;s coming to dinner.'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SrtYgdSmJTI/AAAAAAAABeU/lLeVge3eEp8/s72-c/HS032605d08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-1615579337406762954</id><published>2009-09-23T08:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:34:57.056-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography family'/><title type='text'>Tylor Charlton in PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>Here are more of the photos I took of Tylor on Monday. I can't say enough how much fun I have taking pictures of those I love. Thanks Ty! You were a great sport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SroHQwlCi0I/AAAAAAAABeM/DW_17oSdF0k/s1600-h/2009-09-23+Tylor%26WalkerBench.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SroHQwlCi0I/AAAAAAAABeM/DW_17oSdF0k/s320/2009-09-23+Tylor%26WalkerBench.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SroHKeOEaQI/AAAAAAAABeE/506zc_xwgNM/s1600-h/2009-09-23+Tylor%26Walker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SroHKeOEaQI/AAAAAAAABeE/506zc_xwgNM/s320/2009-09-23+Tylor%26Walker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SroHEb7f9WI/AAAAAAAABd8/e-Pc1QXow_4/s1600-h/2009-09-23+A+Man+His+Truck+%26+His+Dog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SroHEb7f9WI/AAAAAAAABd8/e-Pc1QXow_4/s320/2009-09-23+A+Man+His+Truck+%26+His+Dog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-1615579337406762954?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/1615579337406762954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/tylor-charlton-in-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/1615579337406762954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/1615579337406762954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/tylor-charlton-in-photos.html' title='Tylor Charlton in PHOTOS'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SroHQwlCi0I/AAAAAAAABeM/DW_17oSdF0k/s72-c/2009-09-23+Tylor%26WalkerBench.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-6472805362739779320</id><published>2009-09-22T11:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:41:25.227-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>a little BABY love...and PUPPY love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I was a very lucky Aunt yesterday who was able to take in some baby love....and some puppy love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SrjeBAwpLgI/AAAAAAAABd0/8W9itWaKkIY/s1600-h/2009-09-21+Puppy+Love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SrjeBAwpLgI/AAAAAAAABd0/8W9itWaKkIY/s320/2009-09-21+Puppy+Love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Srjd61dZIKI/AAAAAAAABds/8vj_JAlbWcw/s1600-h/2009-09-22+Baby+Love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Srjd61dZIKI/AAAAAAAABds/8vj_JAlbWcw/s320/2009-09-22+Baby+Love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My nephew Tylor has been home for a week from his job in Fort Mac. Unfortunately, he flies out the day Wally sails in. Gotta love crazy work schedules! These pictures were taken at Tylor's house. The first one is of the man himself in the field behind his house with his adorable dog Walker. We also took a drive down the road to the shore and what a sight. I cannot believe I didn't know this place existed. It was breathtaking! I managed to take a few more shots of Tylor with his pooch at the shore,&amp;nbsp;which &amp;nbsp;I'll share soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The second photo was snapped while Tylor's brother Todd was giving a little baby love to his little boy. Nothing sweeter than capturing these types of moments...even if they aren't perfectly exposed or in focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Both photos are pretty much SOOC (straight out of the camera). All I did was a slight curves adjustment and slight sharpening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, did you notice anything different with these photos? Did ya? Well, if you didn't, I'll let you in on it. I actually prepared a logo for myself; and yes, in that logo I have declared I am a photographer. This is my little toe in the water (so to speak) to get to where I eventually want to be...confident enough to say that I am a photographer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Have a great day folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;...2 more sleeps for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-6472805362739779320?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6472805362739779320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-very-lucky-aunt-yesterday-who-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6472805362739779320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6472805362739779320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-very-lucky-aunt-yesterday-who-was.html' title='a little BABY love...and PUPPY love.'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SrjeBAwpLgI/AAAAAAAABd0/8W9itWaKkIY/s72-c/2009-09-21+Puppy+Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-6735704148727959406</id><published>2009-09-21T12:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:04:35.446-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My happy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SreVlEh-LLI/AAAAAAAABdc/P7JoXsczmgE/s1600-h/2009-09-10+PS+I+Love+Youweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SreVlEh-LLI/AAAAAAAABdc/P7JoXsczmgE/s320/2009-09-10+PS+I+Love+Youweb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been percolating thoughts of what makes me &lt;em&gt;me,&lt;/em&gt; and how simple my life is, for quite some time now. This past weekend those thoughts came out in a wash of tears. Tears that I had no idea really what they were for or why they chose to come at the moment they did. As I sat in front of my computer working I fought back the warm sting a few times, before I let it happen. For 30 seconds I didn't care that I was alone and there wasn't anyone to wipe those tears away. For 30 seconds it didn't matter that I had no idea from where they came. For 30 seconds I let myself be clensed, and then it became clear to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone who is a deep thinker and a not-so-funny-personality, I am&amp;nbsp;very&amp;nbsp;blessed to have found probably the one person on the planet who&amp;nbsp;gets me. I know it’s not the “in” thing, but it suddendly became clear to me, in the wash of tears,&amp;nbsp;that my "happy" comes from a man who&amp;nbsp;joined me on this journey of life over 15 yrs. ago. I do realize true happiness comes from within. I do realize it isn't anyone's job to make another human being happy. BUT, what I know without any doubt, is that the man I share my life with makes my life so much better that I wouldn't want to live it any other way. He just makes me &lt;em&gt;happy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-6735704148727959406?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6735704148727959406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6735704148727959406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6735704148727959406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-happy.html' title='My happy...'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SreVlEh-LLI/AAAAAAAABdc/P7JoXsczmgE/s72-c/2009-09-10+PS+I+Love+Youweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-8655635528853307088</id><published>2009-09-15T17:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:21:52.121-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>The World Needs You to Do What You Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SrAEkVWmaTI/AAAAAAAABdU/ANzBfkDZ4m8/s1600-h/_MG_0069_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381806576961481010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SrAEkVWmaTI/AAAAAAAABdU/ANzBfkDZ4m8/s400/_MG_0069_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (photo is of my God Daughter Emma and her Momma taken this August)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I received in my mailbox this post from &lt;a href="http://zenhabits.net/"&gt;Zen Habits&lt;/a&gt;. Let's just say it was another of those moments that made me shake my head in amazement how what I/we need comes into my life at the right moment in time...as long as I open my eyes and see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Posted: 11 Sep 2009 03:11 PM PDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article by Zen Habits contributor Jonathan Mead.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest change happens because of people that are deeply passionate, and have a great love for the work they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to make a difference in the world, the single most important thing you can do is consciously and deliberately choose to do work that you are passionate about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other choice can have a greater impact on the planet, or your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re doing work that’s boring, you probably won’t make much of an impact. You might provide people with some amount of value. Enough to pay your rent, enough to get by. But you won’t be inciting change. And you certainly won’t be inspiring others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re doing boring work, chances are you do just enough to not get fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you do work that excites you, keeps you up at night, and fulfills you… you’ll do more. You’ll give yourself to it completely. You’ll put in extra time, more energy, more passion. Because it’s worth it. It’s satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day you’ll think: “My time was well spent today.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the real question isn’t whether or not to do boring or passionate work. The question is how to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you can do to move toward getting paid to do what you love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your passion. This is all about your great love, and what makes you come alive. To get started here, ask: “What am I insanely interested in?” “What could I talk about for hours?” and “What would I do for free?”&lt;br /&gt;Find your strengths. What we’re looking for are things you’re naturally good at, and the unique strengths you’ve had since birth. This is about contributing your gifts to the world. To get started, interview your friends, family, or peers and ask them what three things you’re naturally talented at.&lt;br /&gt;Find your value. Finding the intersection between what you’re good at and what people are willing to pay you for is what it all boils down to. If you can’t find a way to get paid to do what you love, the other stuff doesn’t really matter. So it’s worth spending some time figuring this out. To get started, think about the benefits you’ll give others by contributing your value. Think about whether or not there is a desperate pain or a deep passion involved in what you’re offering.&lt;br /&gt;Make the commitment. I think, more than any other reason, people fail to succeed is because they fail to commit. Thinking “I don’t know” or “maybe someday” will not get you to the point of doing what you’re passionate about for a living. It takes an uncompromising commitment to make this change for yourself. Instead of thinking “I don’t know,” think “I’ll figure it out.” Remember, paths are made by walking.&lt;br /&gt;Be willing to let go. As much as you might want to make this change for yourself, it can be hard to let go of the old patterns of thinking and behaving. A lot of us have ideas that “work shouldn’t be fun” or “you should just suck it up.” Breaking down those beliefs can be difficult, but moving toward a new direction is most definitely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;What will you give up? You might not think that you have time to take on a new endeavor, and you’re right. You won’t have time until you make the time. There are a lot of things we place in our schedules that we think we must do. But in reality, our world wouldn’t collapse if we chose something else. Make a list of all the activities and time sinks that you’ll give up in order to make time for your new journey.&lt;br /&gt;Will you say Yes to yourself? You may want to become a writer, dentist, life coach, painter, or public speaker. If you know that this is what you’re meant to do, then give yourself permission to call yourself that… even if you’re not established yet. And even if you don’t make a full time income from it. Own your passion, completely and unreservedly.&lt;br /&gt;While there is more to your journey than just these seven things, this is a huge start. Clarity and commitment are the biggest steps, the rest is easy. One foot in front of the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will get there. No one can stop you if you want it enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember, the world needs you to do what you love. Nothing else can create more change, or have a greater impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself permission. We need your gifts.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know I feel blessed to have figured out (after all of these years) that my passion is photography. I am slowly gaining confidence in my ability and realizing that I have something to contribute to the world. Right now photography is my hobby (a very expensive hobby mind you), and one thing I know for sure is that it makes me happy. It is something I have to do. It is part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....what's your passion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-8655635528853307088?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8655635528853307088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/world-needs-you-to-do-what-you-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8655635528853307088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8655635528853307088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/world-needs-you-to-do-what-you-love.html' title='The World Needs You to Do What You Love'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SrAEkVWmaTI/AAAAAAAABdU/ANzBfkDZ4m8/s72-c/_MG_0069_PP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-5376258472505177746</id><published>2009-09-14T09:39:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:50:26.124-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family jackets'/><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>It seems we often hear how we should look ahead. Don't look back. Focus on where you want to go. etc. etc...I believe we can find our own individual path of life when we give respect to where we have come from - not dwell on it (either good or bad), but acknowledge and respect how we got to where we are this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sq4-D4CF6wI/AAAAAAAABdM/-vWeuUpkIjg/s1600-h/2009-09-14+Looking+Back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sq4-D4CF6wI/AAAAAAAABdM/-vWeuUpkIjg/s400/2009-09-14+Looking+Back.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381306841056013058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wally's dear, sweet mother has saved almost everything from his childhood. I distinctly remember having a box delivered in 1995/96, when Wally was away, that contained some of his childhood games. Let me just say I didn't know quite what to think at the time. Then I broke out laughing thinking to myself, what the heck am I to do with a remote control car without the remote and a Rubix Cube snake. Good memories indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past summer Wally's Mom personally delivered his high school and hockey jackets. After Wally squeezed into them, and provided us with some pretty funny entertainment, I decided to take a few pictures of the &lt;em&gt;just-like-brand-new &lt;/em&gt;jackets so I will never forget how this woman &lt;s&gt;loved&lt;/s&gt; loves her children so much that she never wanted to let anything go. I guess that's why some of us build scrapbooks or obsessively take photos. Everyone has their individual way of showing our love don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: It's back to work baby. It's also the start of my new photography class, &lt;a href="http://www.snapshotsofagoodlife.com"&gt;Photographers' Workshop&lt;/a&gt;. I am so, so excited to get this class rolling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-5376258472505177746?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5376258472505177746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/looking-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/5376258472505177746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/5376258472505177746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sq4-D4CF6wI/AAAAAAAABdM/-vWeuUpkIjg/s72-c/2009-09-14+Looking+Back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-4039368564160626668</id><published>2009-09-10T08:59:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:27:57.747-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 day challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max dogs Sienna Lily'/><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sqjua1H1P_I/AAAAAAAABck/usU6-WehDfc/s1600-h/_MG_0024_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379811899597996018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sqjua1H1P_I/AAAAAAAABck/usU6-WehDfc/s400/_MG_0024_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed how the universe has a way to show you that you are on the right path or that you need to change directions? Yesterday this happened to me. So very cool! I have talked about habits here before, and that I am taking small steps to make some major changes in my life. After posting on my blog yesterday I decided to visit a blog I haven't visited in many months. &lt;a href="http://rhonnadesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rhonna Farrer&lt;/a&gt; is such a talent, and her words speak to me. Check out the 21 day challenge! Check it out now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to get my 21 day challenge started yesterday evening, but after I ventured out for another little photo session with Sienna I felt "off". Then I quickly went into the "I feel really crappy" mode of PJs, fuzzy housecoat, slippers &amp;amp; blanket while shivering mode. After getting advice from my Sis I actually took some medicine and went to bed where I continued to shiver and ache. If I'm honest, I don't feel any better this morning, but I'm pushing through...still in my PJs, slippers &amp;amp; fuzzy housecoat. Now, all I have to do is make the decision (which I know what it needs to be) to pick up the phone and let a very important someone down with my body's change in plans for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's photos turned out more like I envisioned that the previous night. This beautiful old girl knows how to work it doesn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqjucPX91jI/AAAAAAAABc8/VEPV1BYsItc/s1600-h/_MG_0077_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379811923824858674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqjucPX91jI/AAAAAAAABc8/VEPV1BYsItc/s400/_MG_0077_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the old girl still has some moves left in her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqjubTokLFI/AAAAAAAABcs/0ALZm2pdZTE/s1600-h/_MG_0040_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379811907788352594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqjubTokLFI/AAAAAAAABcs/0ALZm2pdZTE/s400/_MG_0040_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then there's this one [sigh]...beautiful! (if I do say so myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sqjubt1hdqI/AAAAAAAABc0/qEmyRQoDsA4/s1600-h/_MG_0049_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379811914822022818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sqjubt1hdqI/AAAAAAAABc0/qEmyRQoDsA4/s400/_MG_0049_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderfully productive and enjoyable day folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-4039368564160626668?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4039368564160626668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/signs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4039368564160626668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4039368564160626668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sqjua1H1P_I/AAAAAAAABck/usU6-WehDfc/s72-c/_MG_0024_PP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-2829606630073817497</id><published>2009-09-09T09:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:22:31.814-03:00</updated><title type='text'>forming HABITS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqedHxZaeMI/AAAAAAAABcc/M75s-ik390o/s1600-h/_MG_0048_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqedHxZaeMI/AAAAAAAABcc/M75s-ik390o/s400/_MG_0048_PP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379441036761921730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Can I say [for the 100th time] how much I love our fall weather! It may not be technically fall, but I'm certaining taking advantage of the sun and temperatures that are hangin' with us these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fortunate enough to witness spectacular sunsets daily out my back window, and these days I am counting this as one of the true blessings of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took the opportunity last evening to experiment with my &lt;s&gt;new&lt;/s&gt; old lens that I retrieved yesterday from the Camera Repair Centre on Hunter Street in Halifax. I must say the folks there gave me a scare when I arrived. The really nice man says there wasn't anything wrong with the lens and Canon wants me to send my camera body with it. I quickly feel the heat rise into my face. He says, let's take a look at it, and he snaps away, seemingly pleased with himself. He says "you're not getting what I'm saying". I'm too busy thinking what an expensive shelf ornament I have and that it doesn't even go with my decor! Then I clue in. He has previously told me it is quite common for the folks at Canon to say there isn't anything wrong with their equipment. Phew! I finally exhaled and took a look myself and snapped a couple of shots of the &lt;em&gt;handsome&lt;/em&gt; guys that hang out at the shop. They were handsome to me this day because I was able to retrieve the lens that I have been guilt-tripping about since the day I purchased it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess by new obsession will be that new camera body I've been mauling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above photo is my first attempt at photographing Sienna at sunset in the field behind our house. I'm playing with the light to see what works best for me. Again, I know this isn't a well done photo technically speaking but I love sunsets and wanted to include the sun in the photo. Hopefully, more practice will give me the shot I see in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for habits...it's something I have talked about before. Forming a new habit isn't easy. Sometime recently (or not) I have read how simple things can change your life. When Wally left this time I decided to do one simple task every day. That task is make my bed. This morning as I was taking the 30 sec. (OK maybe 1 min) to make the bed I think to myself...the 2 sec. it's taking me to make this bed is making my life so much better! How's that for feeling success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby steps folks. Baby steps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-2829606630073817497?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/2829606630073817497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/forming-habits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/2829606630073817497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/2829606630073817497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/forming-habits.html' title='forming HABITS'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqedHxZaeMI/AAAAAAAABcc/M75s-ik390o/s72-c/_MG_0048_PP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-7215324840500535273</id><published>2009-09-07T09:30:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:42:03.667-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographers Workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Labour Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karen Russell'/><title type='text'>Photographers' Workshop</title><content type='html'>Look what came in the mail for me this past Friday! One week today and this is what I will be up to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqT_BUedCuI/AAAAAAAABcU/cG9HIav_cfE/s1600-h/2009-09-07+Photographers+Workshop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqT_BUedCuI/AAAAAAAABcU/cG9HIav_cfE/s400/2009-09-07+Photographers+Workshop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378704253128608482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have admired &lt;a href="http://www.snapshotsofagoodlife.com"&gt;Karen Russell's&lt;/a&gt; work for quite some time now and didn't think I would ever take one of her sought after classes...until this spring when I was feeling brave and decided to take a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually didn't make it into this particular class, but Karen graciously added me to the winter session since I was one of the many on a waiting list. I e-mailed her to thank her and jokingly told her that dreary wet winters don't always make for beautiful pictures. Unbelievably, the next morning when I opened my e-mail she sent me a message saying she added me into the fall class. Talk about warm fuzzies before the class even begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm pretty stoked about my upcoming adventure?! Now I'll just become a stalker looking for people who will be my next &lt;s&gt;victims&lt;/s&gt; subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: In honour of Labour Day I will be working in front of my computer. Have a wonderful holiday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-7215324840500535273?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7215324840500535273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/photographers-workshop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7215324840500535273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7215324840500535273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/photographers-workshop.html' title='Photographers&apos; Workshop'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqT_BUedCuI/AAAAAAAABcU/cG9HIav_cfE/s72-c/2009-09-07+Photographers+Workshop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-2241106140774569053</id><published>2009-09-06T10:38:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T11:07:14.243-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family Bradley'/><title type='text'>all about the BOY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqO-k5l-EaI/AAAAAAAABcE/Kht2Sf6i_Gc/s1600-h/_MG_0129_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378351921155150242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqO-k5l-EaI/AAAAAAAABcE/Kht2Sf6i_Gc/s400/_MG_0129_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago today, we had a little visitor (and his Mom &amp;amp; Dad). Bradley has grown so much it is shocking! He impressed us with his rolling around and attempts at crawling, but I think he may just skip right on by those tasks because this little guy likes to walk! He's also fearless. We had a brief discussion how Chrissy may soon have a partner to share her love of roller coasters as her father did with her when she was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqO-RxbkY5I/AAAAAAAABbs/Au7TjmRczZI/s1600-h/_MG_0090_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378351592546526098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqO-RxbkY5I/AAAAAAAABbs/Au7TjmRczZI/s400/_MG_0090_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqO-khguLuI/AAAAAAAABb8/HK6iqqVHWyk/s1600-h/_MG_0120_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378351914690686690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqO-khguLuI/AAAAAAAABb8/HK6iqqVHWyk/s400/_MG_0120_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqO-SEsfSeI/AAAAAAAABb0/ejJHnOObbzY/s1600-h/_MG_0110_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378351597717768674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqO-SEsfSeI/AAAAAAAABb0/ejJHnOObbzY/s400/_MG_0110_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time Bradley visited our house he was only six days old. Now, just shy of 7 months last Sunday it is really hard to believe how quickly the time has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqO-lS3O7KI/AAAAAAAABcM/-08Xpyj3vLo/s1600-h/_MG_0134_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378351927938444450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqO-lS3O7KI/AAAAAAAABcM/-08Xpyj3vLo/s400/_MG_0134_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wally took some shakey video that I would love to combine with the photos I took that day. As soon as I figure out how to do that I'll have a share because it's too cute to pass up and leave hanging on my computer for no-one to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wally also spent some time...well...being Wally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqO-RadEwsI/AAAAAAAABbk/DyIsHzF-Z_U/s1600-h/_MG_0011_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378351586378826434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqO-RadEwsI/AAAAAAAABbk/DyIsHzF-Z_U/s400/_MG_0011_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it starts out all sweet and cuddly;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqO-Qg3-5HI/AAAAAAAABbU/wD3rvrIVu8I/s1600-h/_MG_0007_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378351570922431602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqO-Qg3-5HI/AAAAAAAABbU/wD3rvrIVu8I/s400/_MG_0007_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but then it turns ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqO-Qw7W1aI/AAAAAAAABbc/iqxKbQlwSPo/s1600-h/_MG_0008_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378351575231550882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqO-Qw7W1aI/AAAAAAAABbc/iqxKbQlwSPo/s400/_MG_0008_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and that's all I'm gonna say on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Chrissy and Todd for taking the time to visit. Anytime you feel the need for Philly Cheesesteak Sandwiches (or anything else for that matter), let me know, and I'll do my best to deliver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-2241106140774569053?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/2241106140774569053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-about-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/2241106140774569053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/2241106140774569053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-about-boy.html' title='all about the BOY.'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqO-k5l-EaI/AAAAAAAABcE/Kht2Sf6i_Gc/s72-c/_MG_0129_PP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-8233174918790287536</id><published>2009-09-05T11:05:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:40:27.019-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gary'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>Hello Saturday. Glad to make your aquaintance after a somewhat fitful sleep. I'm dragging my behind today, so a little bit of effort is in the works to keep my energy up. For those of you with kids, let me apologize to you right now because I can almost hear the groans when I talk about being tired. Having never had the pleasure of little ones interupting my sleep I have absolutely nothing to compare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just over a week ago Wally and I were invited out on the water again with our friends Gary &amp;amp; Sue. It was beautiful. It was peaceful. It was perfectly lovely and relaxing....except the part where I almost pulled Sue into the water trying to "save" her from falling in the water. That's all I'm going to say about this "incident" because I'm trying really hard to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top banner, and the photo of me (thanks Wally) on this page were both taken that day, and below are just a few of the other photos I took that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st up...our hosts out of focus. I love this photo even though it isn't technically a good photo. I love Gary's smile. I love that Sue is reflected in his glasses. Hopefully, someday I'll have a do-over on this one have it look like I envision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqJzmJyGzgI/AAAAAAAABak/42W4d0WwCz4/s1600-h/_MG_0044_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377988004332097026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqJzmJyGzgI/AAAAAAAABak/42W4d0WwCz4/s400/_MG_0044_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a couple of Wally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqJzmqZ0kTI/AAAAAAAABas/GN4CNMHcLbQ/s1600-h/_MG_0080_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377988013088608562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqJzmqZ0kTI/AAAAAAAABas/GN4CNMHcLbQ/s400/_MG_0080_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above photo is one of my favourites. I have been practicing "sunbursts" and I managed to get a few on this day. Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqJzl2inGsI/AAAAAAAABac/E_6RCzv6tHU/s1600-h/_MG_0027_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377987999166831298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqJzl2inGsI/AAAAAAAABac/E_6RCzv6tHU/s400/_MG_0027_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and who could resist taking a few (or a dozen) photos of the cutest little sailor. Max happens to be Sue &amp; Gary's little dog who basically sleeps or entertains while he's on the boat. Aaahhh! What a life he has!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqJznVH-63I/AAAAAAAABa8/IwFe-IvOKH0/s1600-h/_MG_0172_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377988024556514162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqJznVH-63I/AAAAAAAABa8/IwFe-IvOKH0/s400/_MG_0172_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqJznEjIusI/AAAAAAAABa0/Se6h3kMU_5s/s1600-h/_MG_0181_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377988020107000514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqJznEjIusI/AAAAAAAABa0/Se6h3kMU_5s/s400/_MG_0181_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and this is what we were able to witness as we were being ferried back to the Yacht Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqJz57AndrI/AAAAAAAABbM/yCk92jo3vEA/s1600-h/_MG_0224_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377988343963809458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqJz57AndrI/AAAAAAAABbM/yCk92jo3vEA/s400/_MG_0224_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top one I've cropped sharply horizontally (which you can't see here) and plan on having it enlarged and framed so I can be reminded of the beautiful times on the water year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqJz5U2MGDI/AAAAAAAABbE/RcxgfGGCmUA/s1600-h/_MG_0204_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377988333719525426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqJz5U2MGDI/AAAAAAAABbE/RcxgfGGCmUA/s400/_MG_0204_PP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: Pretty much a repeat of yesterday, except the BBQ pizza from yesterday will be lunch and supper is grilled shrimp marinated in fresh lime and cilantro. My fingers are crossed that I can get a dip in the pool for the 3rd day in a row after a spending most of my time in front of the computer doing what I get paid for. I also must get the lawn mowed and take what I believe to be my depressed doggy for a walk around the lake in hopes of perking her up. If I don't figure out what to do with the poor girl, I may never have to worry about recyling paper since she's developed quite the appetite for it...and her leg too! Poor Sienna - I think she's missing someone as much as I am. In fact I've caught Lily more than once sitting in the hall staring at the door looking for a certain someone to arrive home. Guess we're all feeling the absence around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-8233174918790287536?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/8233174918790287536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/reminiscing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8233174918790287536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/8233174918790287536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqJzmJyGzgI/AAAAAAAABak/42W4d0WwCz4/s72-c/_MG_0044_PP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-643698846969171360</id><published>2009-09-04T09:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:30:31.704-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool personal'/><title type='text'>B.L.I.S.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqEGmxoraQI/AAAAAAAABaU/nHsef13OEJE/s1600-h/2009-09-03+Sunshine+Pool+BBQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqEGmxoraQI/AAAAAAAABaU/nHsef13OEJE/s400/2009-09-03+Sunshine+Pool+BBQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377586693285832962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was PERFECT. I couldn't say anymore. Sunshine. Swim in the Pool. BBQ. What more could a girl ask for I say?...well, probably lots, but those 3 things are good enough for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working hard at not worrying so much. Eat healthy. Exercise. Good rest. Play. That's my personal prescription for keeping the nagging worry thoughts away. Let me just say this beautiful weather is making my job really easy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: It's all about BBQ'd pizza with roasted chicken, carmelized onions &amp; peaches. Trouble is, I have to wait another 8 hours or so to be able to dig in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-643698846969171360?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/643698846969171360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/643698846969171360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/643698846969171360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/bliss.html' title='B.L.I.S.S.'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SqEGmxoraQI/AAAAAAAABaU/nHsef13OEJE/s72-c/2009-09-03+Sunshine+Pool+BBQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-484012357732940398</id><published>2009-09-03T09:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:22:36.896-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment'/><title type='text'>Deployment Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp-w6J06t9I/AAAAAAAABaM/NNq28B2GK_M/s1600-h/2009-09-03+Deployment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp-w6J06t9I/AAAAAAAABaM/NNq28B2GK_M/s400/2009-09-03+Deployment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377210993220433874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say it's hard to get back in the groove. Up until a month or so ago it was automatic for me to sit down in front of my PC and quickly write a little something about what recently happened or what was about to happen. How easily that routine was destroyed! I am attempting to get routine back in my life right now. I need it in more ways than you can imagine. So, for the next while, if you're following me, I hope you can be understanding, because lord knows what's going to be coming at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above photo represents what's happening in my life right now. Wally came home with these items two days ago. All I can say is...my, how things have changed. I'm going to sound really old now; well, because bascially, I feel old when I think about these types of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times have changed in the Military that's for sure. Most notibly is the obvious - technology has advanced so far in the past 15 years. When Wally &amp; I first started doing &lt;em&gt;"the deployment thing"&lt;/em&gt; together there was no e-mail, or phone cards. We always had lovely gifts of $800/mth. phone bills to catch up on when he returned. When e-mail first arrived on the scene they weren't private. I could write a message to Wally and someone on the other end would print it off and drop it off to his bunk sometime in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember him telling me that there was two LS Bennett's onboard during one of his deployments, and the person dropping off the e-mail mixed them up. Wally received an e-mail from what I am sure is a lovely woman. As he read the part about the washer breaking down he thought...that sucks, but OK. He read a little further and saw the dog was sick, and thought...well, that really sucks, but OK. Then reads on to hear the kids are sick. Wooooh! The kids?....brain kicks in and he looks at the names on the e-mail to discover he had received &lt;em&gt;the other LS Bennett's &lt;/em&gt;message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't yet looked at the CD or the very attractive leather bound and embossed binder that provides what I'm sure is a ton of information for me while he is deployed. All I was thinking when he dropped it on the table was...guess it's really happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll deal with this all later. Like when I see him sail out of the harbour and around George's Island.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-484012357732940398?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/484012357732940398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/deployment-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/484012357732940398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/484012357732940398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/deployment-reality.html' title='Deployment Reality'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp-w6J06t9I/AAAAAAAABaM/NNq28B2GK_M/s72-c/2009-09-03+Deployment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-3093196094017381814</id><published>2009-09-01T16:21:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:20:52.621-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bennett'/><title type='text'>it's all about the BENNETTS</title><content type='html'>Beautiful fall sunshine in summer. I'll take it. Crisp &lt;s&gt;cool&lt;/s&gt; cold nights, warm sunshine days. I miss my little pool already, but I'm lov'n this sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to add a disclaimer right here, right now...this post is heavy on the pictures of the visit we had with Wally's family, so if you're not interested, now is the time to click on by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned in an earlier post we hosted a birthday party this summer for my father inlaw, but did I mention how he is one of the sweetest people I have ever met in my life?...except when he's playing cards. That's a story for another time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the party. This was a first for me. Planning a party for a spry senior citizen who works full-time and is passionate about golf was totally new for me. I hadn't a clue what to do...until I was travelling the 101 Hwy., feeling a little brain dead, and it hit me. Golf lover. Golf themed party. We decided to have a specialty cake made from &lt;a href="http://www.tonysspecialtycakes.com/"&gt;Tony's Specialty cakes&lt;/a&gt; which was exciting itself, but I wanted to do something more. I went back and forth in my head about preparing some kind of a party favour that wasn't cheesy and would suit the occasion. Then it came to me. Thank Goodness!! I decided to design a sports trading card for the guest of honour. This is what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three different photos were used...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376592046646496082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp19-uKOC1I/AAAAAAAABZ8/rorC5af-Lik/s400/2009-09-01+Sports+Trading+Cards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the back of the card with &lt;em&gt;fake made-up &lt;/em&gt;statistics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376592048583419426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp19-1YBJiI/AAAAAAAABaE/wTdqGH2Bg1A/s400/2009-09-01+Sports+Card+Stats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp14hCEJ9DI/AAAAAAAABYs/5ViLwucCl70/s1600-h/_MG_0002_PP_5x7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376586039035556914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp14hCEJ9DI/AAAAAAAABYs/5ViLwucCl70/s400/_MG_0002_PP_5x7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and this is the Birthday Boy getting ready to cut his cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376586046896900626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp14hfWcihI/AAAAAAAABY0/8endB3NdyB0/s400/_MG_0114_PP_4x6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so great that everyone came to help us celebrate this special day. It has been many, many years since both Wally &amp;amp; his sister Tracy were together for their father's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father &amp;amp; son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp14iMexJiI/AAAAAAAABZE/gcQ-7omn0uM/s1600-h/IMG_0045_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376586059011401250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp14iMexJiI/AAAAAAAABZE/gcQ-7omn0uM/s400/IMG_0045_PP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom signing his sports trading cards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp14hgu-QgI/AAAAAAAABY8/DFCnDXq9xSU/s1600-h/_MG_0130_PP_4x6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376586047268209154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp14hgu-QgI/AAAAAAAABY8/DFCnDXq9xSU/s400/_MG_0130_PP_4x6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labrador friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp14ivK-GjI/AAAAAAAABZM/po3TI6hqSmY/s1600-h/IMG_0049_PP_4x6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376586068323605042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp14ivK-GjI/AAAAAAAABZM/po3TI6hqSmY/s400/IMG_0049_PP_4x6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the many photos from our visit with the Bennetts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp17RaPDgQI/AAAAAAAABZ0/ws_znszrR8c/s1600-h/IMG_0082_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376589069180698882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp17RaPDgQI/AAAAAAAABZ0/ws_znszrR8c/s400/IMG_0082_PP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp16yv8sMRI/AAAAAAAABZk/dbgNpU84Gd8/s1600-h/_MG_0196_PP_4x6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376588542433308946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp16yv8sMRI/AAAAAAAABZk/dbgNpU84Gd8/s400/_MG_0196_PP_4x6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of many shots taken on the golf course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp17RLMaKxI/AAAAAAAABZs/Lf2j_--ItFs/s1600-h/_MG_0030_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376589065143069458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp17RLMaKxI/AAAAAAAABZs/Lf2j_--ItFs/s400/_MG_0030_PP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wally's family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp16fcrzsZI/AAAAAAAABZc/v7V4nPo2K6A/s1600-h/_MG_0172_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376588210844709266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp16fcrzsZI/AAAAAAAABZc/v7V4nPo2K6A/s400/_MG_0172_PP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already it seems so long ago. Hard to believe really. It truly was wonderful to witness Wally and his family "play" together after so many years being separated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-3093196094017381814?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/3093196094017381814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-fall-sunshine-in-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3093196094017381814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/3093196094017381814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-fall-sunshine-in-summer.html' title='it&apos;s all about the BENNETTS'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/Sp19-uKOC1I/AAAAAAAABZ8/rorC5af-Lik/s72-c/2009-09-01+Sports+Trading+Cards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-4861526090125131346</id><published>2009-08-31T11:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:28:37.251-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer wrap-up'/><title type='text'>Picking up...</title><content type='html'>The arrival of September evokes warm feelings in me. Every year as August winds down I reminisce and am reminded how much I loved returning to school after the summer break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s the most wonderful time of the year... It’s the most wonderful time of the year...” is exactly how I feel. New school clothes. New book bag. New pens &amp; pencils neatly tucked away in their case. New scribblers and binders organized by subject. The nervous excitement of meeting my homeroom class for the first time. I was never a great student. In fact, good grades weren’t all that easy for me to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.V.E.R.A.G.E. That’s pretty much how I see myself. Somehow over the years &lt;em&gt;average&lt;/em&gt; has become a “dirty little word”.  I’m average although I have always had the drive to be more than average. I always wanted to make my mark somehow on the world. What I learned this summer was that being average is something I am more than average at being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you spend your summer vacation? Remember being asked this on your first day back to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember having to write a one page &lt;em&gt;story&lt;/em&gt; about how I spent my summer vacation almost every year I attended school. I have no recollection of what I wrote on those pages, but I suspect a few of those years contained anecdotes of my family summer camping trips, or the places I visited while being a competitive swimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my summer vacation consisted of waiting for my favourite person to arrive home, having relatives from afar visit our home, hosting a surprise birthday party, eating out waaay too much, complaining about the month of rain and then complaining about the month of sweltering heat and humidity, squeezing in a couple of wonderful day sails, seeing a couple of movies, worrying about sick relatives, visiting hospitals, attending a beautiful baptismal and having unexpected visitors, spending the day in the heat and dust with the horses and family at exhibition, indulging a little too much, frustration with camera equipment failures and doubting my abilities to actually take photos, making a necessary medication change; &lt;em&gt;but mostly &lt;/em&gt;I spent the summer wondering how to find time to make some special memories with my guy, and ultimately letting those wishes slip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I learned…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… to trust my instincts.&lt;br /&gt;… to not doubt myself quite so much.&lt;br /&gt;… that my flaws are what makes me me; and that every person who walks this planet is flawed one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;… that I am more creative and productive with lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;… I am a woman with strong convictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also reminded that I am happiest when I have no restrictions or plans in place. I work best when I’m plugging along to my own schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next little while I’m sure I’ll delve a little into what some or all of these statements actually mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wally’s crazy schedule is now continuing. Wednesday he departs for the last of the trials prior to his deployment in October. Right now it looks like he’ll be home September 25-27, so I’m pretty stoked he gets to be here just after my birthday on the 24th. Fingers crossed that schedule won’t change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on some changes with my blog. I am see-sawing back and forth as to whether to do a total update and focus more on photography or just leave it as is. Either way, I will definitely be sprucing things up around here, however, I'm sure I will continue to share the non-sense of MY LIFE…the crooked path of my sweet, sweet life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we prepare for the changing season, I only hope that all of us can find joy and happiness in the mundane things that make up the majority of our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-4861526090125131346?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/4861526090125131346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/picking-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4861526090125131346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/4861526090125131346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/08/picking-up.html' title='Picking up...'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-7424433046431892771</id><published>2009-07-24T08:09:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:18:16.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Skip Do My Loo</title><content type='html'>I'll be the one skipping my way to pick up my guy from his latest jaunt onboard the ship, and hopefully get my new lens (or my camera) fixed along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wally is returning from a Missile Exercise that had him visit Charlston and Philly, and now he's scheduled to be hanging out close to home until September. I'll take that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my camera, I'm not totally sure it's the camera or lens. I also think there is still a possibility that it's operator error, but I'm really ready to find out why I can't seem to get tack sharp focus with my new, really expensive, lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In amongst this I'll actually be doing the work I get paid for, and counting down the minutes until Wally's family arrives for their vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-7424433046431892771?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7424433046431892771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/skip-do-my-loo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7424433046431892771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7424433046431892771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/skip-do-my-loo.html' title='Skip Do My Loo'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-2461430390396139884</id><published>2009-07-23T10:21:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:34:17.228-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejected garbage'/><title type='text'>Rejected</title><content type='html'>As I'm sitting at my computer working away yesterday, out of the corner of my eye I witness two people in orange vests heading toward my garbage. I get that sinking feeling. You see, generally I am an avid garbage sorter. I am because I want to help the environment, but if I'm totally honest, there are times that I do it because of my fear of the garbage police!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was in a rush. You see our garbage only gets picked up every two weeks, so if I need to throw food items out it must be planned to hit garbage day. If you happen to come by my house and open the fridge to an assortment of food that you would consider garbage hanging out in it, that would be why. At least I don't have to suffer the smell as long as it's refrigerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was rushing around yesterday morning, I realized I needed to clean out the fridge because we had company coming, and we all know that company will inspect our fridge and cupboards for cleanliness. OK, maybe not, but in my mind everything has to be at least respectably clean. Back to the garbage. I had a ton of expired salad dressings and marinades and other bottles of stuff that for whatever reason I felt the need to buy in the past 6 months or so. As I emptied the first one, and began rinsing it, I thought to myself, just this once, throw it all out and be done with it. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361646850036105330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SmhlZyN-gHI/AAAAAAAABYU/_Uomg93wyBk/s400/2009-07-23+rejected.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the result of my attempt at making one of my to do tasks shorter. I wanted to shrink into myself. I wanted to run out and say to them that I ALWAYS sort my garbage. That I AM environmentally aware and I would NEVER, EVER pollute our environment or cause extra work for our garbage sorters. I wanted to beg and plead forgiveness. Thankfully, I sat at my desk peeking out of the corner of my eye at the two of them while they wrote a nasty report about the people who live at this address.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-2461430390396139884?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/2461430390396139884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/rejected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/2461430390396139884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/2461430390396139884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/rejected.html' title='Rejected'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SmhlZyN-gHI/AAAAAAAABYU/_Uomg93wyBk/s72-c/2009-07-23+rejected.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-5830196761723702984</id><published>2009-07-22T09:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:53:48.323-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper flowers rain'/><title type='text'>Wet Wednesday - AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SmcLeXRINvI/AAAAAAAABYM/lQH26xVHDYo/s1600-h/2009-07-23+paper+garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SmcLeXRINvI/AAAAAAAABYM/lQH26xVHDYo/s400/2009-07-23+paper+garden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361266497677702898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the types of things I do when I'm in avoidance mode...well, that and fast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your puddle jumping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-5830196761723702984?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5830196761723702984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/wet-wednesday-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/5830196761723702984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/5830196761723702984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/wet-wednesday-again.html' title='Wet Wednesday - AGAIN!'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SmcLeXRINvI/AAAAAAAABYM/lQH26xVHDYo/s72-c/2009-07-23+paper+garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-5460200356657542145</id><published>2009-07-21T20:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:54:45.303-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>It's all about the HAIR.</title><content type='html'>Just for my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361064637216751602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SmZT4ic2f_I/AAAAAAAABYE/QVp7Lk1eHXM/s400/Lisa+blonde+006_PP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your persistance has paid off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is, my new hair colour. I'm thinking it won't stick around long. This girl likes her hair to be natural. OK, natural-looking. Not to mention, I can't figure out what to do with all the frizz. Gone are my pretty waves and curls. (This photo was taken the day I had it done, thus it looks respectible.) I'm thinking all this crappy weather we're having isn't helping much either! If my face wasn't so perfectly round (AKA fat), I would seriously cut it all off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-5460200356657542145?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5460200356657542145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-all-about-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/5460200356657542145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/5460200356657542145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-all-about-hair.html' title='It&apos;s all about the HAIR.'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SmZT4ic2f_I/AAAAAAAABYE/QVp7Lk1eHXM/s72-c/Lisa+blonde+006_PP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-7761121442424890782</id><published>2009-07-21T10:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:13:21.289-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncle Beautiful Sky'/><title type='text'>Beauty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SmW8al88MGI/AAAAAAAABX8/IVGhPbLKybc/s1600-h/sky+003_PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SmW8al88MGI/AAAAAAAABX8/IVGhPbLKybc/s400/sky+003_PP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360898096504778850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such beauty. To remind us all when it is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear sweet uncle, and his surrounding family, are in need of a community of prayers. If you care to join in, it will be appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-7761121442424890782?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7761121442424890782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7761121442424890782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7761121442424890782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/beauty.html' title='Beauty.'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SmW8al88MGI/AAAAAAAABX8/IVGhPbLKybc/s72-c/sky+003_PP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-5579861197149756192</id><published>2009-07-19T11:54:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T12:12:21.375-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wally hair Kerri'/><title type='text'>Laughter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3f91d33c575c62d6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3f91d33c575c62d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329950586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D139AE115FE7DBFA7B17A0F33CDC1166E098DCF67.6572E1A78689F2C05ED2888FA6E6FAD0851B74A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3f91d33c575c62d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTCs0u0IJ5mzoOfwGFsLGi9Q_px0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3f91d33c575c62d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329950586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D139AE115FE7DBFA7B17A0F33CDC1166E098DCF67.6572E1A78689F2C05ED2888FA6E6FAD0851B74A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3f91d33c575c62d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTCs0u0IJ5mzoOfwGFsLGi9Q_px0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working diligently getting my photos sorted, stored and backed up that are on my PC. It is a huge chore to say the least, but I think I finally have a system that works for me. One thing that has been enjoyable while doing this task is seeing some of the old photos; and thankfully, I discovered some videos were filed where they weren't supposed to be so they were salvaged from my system crash last fall (all videos stored in the video folder were lost).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one that totally cracked me up...I mean I had a total laugh out loud moment with tears streaming down my face when I saw it. Could be that I'm missing him, but maybe you'll see the humour too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, this is the ipitome of Wally. A hair disaster happens and he makes fun and takes a video of it to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360186969969598290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SmM1plK3H1I/AAAAAAAABX0/RXSrU3VmW60/s400/salon+06-04+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo was taken during the process. It is definately a fond memory for me. Kerri (my niece) streaking Wally's hair in 2005...too fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and believe it or not he kept that Eminem blonde hair until it grew out. When we were in Florida for vacation he actually fit right in. Who would have thought so many guys would want that colour of hair. Bad. Really bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-5579861197149756192?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/5579861197149756192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/laughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/5579861197149756192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/5579861197149756192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/laughter.html' title='Laughter!'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SmM1plK3H1I/AAAAAAAABX0/RXSrU3VmW60/s72-c/salon+06-04+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-6099196407705444461</id><published>2009-07-18T09:08:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:30:54.187-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCall'/><title type='text'>Departures</title><content type='html'>I was honoured that Chrissy asked me to take some photographs of her Mom &amp;amp; Dad before their departure to Hawaii. I can only imagine the sadness that they are all feeling during this time, but also the excitement of the impending visits to Hawaii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359773746296381586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SmG90zB14JI/AAAAAAAABXU/UilHexirAXI/s400/McCall+165_PP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The empty spot on the right-hand side of this photo represents those that weren't able to make it. Hopefully, sooner than later, the entire gang will be together, and the picture will be complete. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and here are a few others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359775812232015858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SmG_tDPR7_I/AAAAAAAABXc/IUviolZACmE/s400/McCall+011_PP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359775826270552098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SmG_t3iVACI/AAAAAAAABXs/HByqqnZtJ5Y/s400/McCall+120_PP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359775816838458802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SmG_tUZirbI/AAAAAAAABXk/JjGgLGOWXuw/s400/McCall+045_PP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-6099196407705444461?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/6099196407705444461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/departures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6099196407705444461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/6099196407705444461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/departures.html' title='Departures'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKz_1bfRFK8/SmG90zB14JI/AAAAAAAABXU/UilHexirAXI/s72-c/McCall+165_PP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288232898914600641.post-7910504473992810428</id><published>2009-07-17T09:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:20:48.097-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness project video'/><title type='text'>the Days are long but the YEARS are short</title><content type='html'>I came across this short &lt;a href="http://www.theyearsareshort.com/"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; a while back and I don't think I shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true. So true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288232898914600641-7910504473992810428?l=lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/feeds/7910504473992810428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/days-are-long-but-years-are-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7910504473992810428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288232898914600641/posts/default/7910504473992810428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-bitsofthispiecesofthat.blogspot.com/2009/07/days-are-long-but-years-are-short.html' title='the Days are long but the YEARS are short'/><author><name>Lisa Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048487756422692143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
