Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgia

The Huffys in 1974.

The Huffys in 1974.

The Huffys, 39 years later.

The Huffys, 39 years later.

Today’s photo theme is perfect for me. I’m feeling a little nostalgic because 39 years  ago today I married Best Husband. He has indeed been the best (and only) husband I’ve had, and we’re both glad that we’ve stuck together these past 39 years.

Although it doesn’t seem like that long ago, things have changed a lot since we posed for that photo in our horrible 70’s clothing. Gas was about 20 cents a gallon, and folks were getting used to this new kind of gas called unleaded. The Viet Nam War was still raging and Americans were still protesting. President Nixon was close to resignation. Most goods sold in the US were manufactured here. People worked for the same company most of their lives, retired at 65, and died a few years later. Seventy-five percent of the US population smoked, and no one stood outside to do it. Words like outsourcing, networking and texting did not exist. Most women chose homemaking over the workplace. Blow dryers, cell phones and home computers were still a long way off. Most TVs received two to three channels, unless you opted to pay extra for a new-fangled thing called cable.  No one had anything digital, except the ten things on the end of their hands. And lest you think I’m 100 years old, all of this nostalgia was really only 39 years ago.

© Huffygirl 2013

Weekly Photo Challenge: My 2012 in pictures

What a year!

© Huffygirl 2013

Weekly Photo Challenge: Breakfast

I admit it – I’m not a morning person, so that pretty much makes me the breakfast curmudgeon. When I saw this challenge, my heart sank. Breakfast is not something I celebrate – it’s something I do just to get it over with. Cereal in a bowl or toast on a plate, and hope I feel more awake and chipper after I’ve eaten and moved on to the next step of the morning routine. I’ve never been one of those “Leave it to Beaver” breakfast-making moms. My kids learned how to put cereal in a bowl at a very early age. Hey, it’s my job to teach them to be self-reliant isn’t it?  I don’t feel guilty at all, well maybe just a little bit, but they turned out fine so I guess it didn’t hurt them to have the breakfast curmudgeon for a mom.

When we have overnight guests, I really wish I was the kind of hostess who would greet them in the morning with a stack of fluffy homemade pancakes, crisp bacon and freshly squeezed juice. Instead, I’m the hostess who shows them our wide selection of cereal and hope they will jump right in and help themselves. After all, I’m just trying to make them feel at home.

I’ve scanned over some of the entries by my fellow bloggers and have been blown away by the number of people who prepare beautiful, enticing breakfasts. I’ve seen stunning pictures of fancy, gourmet oatmeal, muffins, pancakes, french toast, eggs, and every imaginable breakfast delight, artistically arranged and begging to be eaten. Amazing. At this point, I should probably insert my photo of my breakfast, but really, what would be the point? Anyone who wants to know what my breakfast looks like, do this: open your cupboard, get out a bowl, look at it. See, easy.

Instead, I thought I’d share some links from my fellow bloggers who took a creative turn on the theme of “Breakfast.”

From my blogging buddy Mayfielder – this is my favorite: Fenland Photos: Breakfast

Amateur Golfer has an interesting take as well, one familiar to many college  students: Amateur Golfer: Breakfast

Jake’s entry shows a thoughtful juxtaposition: Jake: Breakfast

Fergiemoto’s entry will make you say “Awwww.” Fergiemoto: Breakfast

Oh, all right, heres mine: Huffygirl, breakfast curmudgeon’s breakfast: 

And here’s what I wish it looked like:

(Except for that bad spot on the apple, that is.)

© Huffygirl 2011

Weekly Photo Challenge: Wonder

The wonder of a three-year-old, at what could have made a footprint this big.

(Fossilized dinosaur foot print, Dinosaur Ridge, Morrison, CO)

© Huffygirl 2011

Weekly Photo Challenge: Hidden

When we traveled to Ireland a few years ago, my favorite stops were gardens and ruins. I was always looking for the secret part – the out of the way doorway, the back parts of the ruined castles, the secret garden that somehow all the other tourists missed. I guess I’m always hoping to discover something that no one else has seen – the mystery seeker in me. Unfortunately, when I do discover that secret door or gate, it’s almost always locked. Here’s a few of my favorite hidden spots from my Ireland photo diary.

The very back corner of Bunratty Garden (© Huffygirl 2011)

Notice the padlock on the door – foiled! 

Dungeon steps at The Black Abbey? ( © Huffygirl 2011)

See the authentic ancient plastic bottle on the steps? Must have been left from one of the sieges.  I wanted to make this shot look like steps leading down to a dungeon. Unfortunately, there was no dungeon at the Black Abbey. This was a set of steps leading up from the cloisters to one of the side buildings.  Not wanting to be undone, I stood at the top of the steps and shot the picture looking down into the dark cloister, giving the effect of steps going down to a dungeon.

Hidden gate at the Dower House Garden of Kilkenny Castle (© Huffygirl 2011)

This gate was pretty well-hidden, in the far back corner of  the Dower House garden at Kilkenny Castle.  I framed the photo with the foliage, trying to make it look like a gate to a secret garden, rather than the garden maintenance shed that it really was.

© Huffygirl 2011

Weekly Photo Challenge: Possibility answer

What is this? I didn’t get too many guesses, possibly because it was too easy, or too hard. Possibly because not that many people cared. Possibly because the bad economy precludes our enjoying fluffy photo guessing games. So many possibilities…

Blogging buddy Martin from Thoughts from Finchley, came up with the correct answer.

Yes, it’s yeast, full of possibilities.  A little yeast turns flour and other ingredients into bread, rolls, pizza dough – the list of possibilities is endless. Those ingredients, without the yeast, have fewer possibilities of turning into something delicious and nutritious.

Later today, I’ll try out a little yeast on my new bread machine, pictured in the background. The possibilities again are endless. I could end up with a delicious loaf of bread, or a shapeless lump of dough, and a chance to write about the hilarity that ensues from same, or something in between.

© Huffygirl 2011