Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Daybreak
Photograph and Haiku Copyright July 2008 by Vanessa V. Kilmer
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Off to See the Wizard
Time for our annual family reunion. No internet access unless I can manage to check out the local library. I leave you with some images from last year's trip.
All photographs Copyright 2007 by Vanessa V. Kilmer
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Wordless Wednesday
"Fireworks" Woodstown, NJ (53 seconds)
Video Copyright July 5, 2008 by Vanessa V. Kilmer
Wordless Wednesday
Video Copyright July 5, 2008 by Vanessa V. Kilmer
Wordless Wednesday
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Just Dune It
"Dunes" Island Beach State Park, NJ
Photograph Copyright 2007 by Vanessa V. Kilmer
"Everything comes to him who hustles while he waits."
– Thomas A. Edison
Last week, as I congratulated myself on completing my errands in record time after work, including a trip to the grocery store, I peacefully approached the street where I live. Unusually, there was little traffic, with the exception of a pickup truck just in front of me and an SUV leaving the parking lot of the new daycare center on the corner.
"Yo, Bubba," I said to myself (yes, that's how I talk in my head,) "there's no way in hell you are making that left hand turn going fifty miles an hour."
I shook my head in disgust as I watched the pickup veer left at an excessive rate of speed.
“Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit…” I eloquently began to chant.
“Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit…”
I watched in amazement as the truck crossed the two southbound lanes, jumped the curb, took out a metal sign and chopped into a wooden electric pole with the passenger side of the truck, continued on the newly turfed grass, drove straight between the daycare sign and the corner stop sign, crossed the street and ran headlong into the side of the church sitting on the far corner of my street.
“Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit…” as I stopped in the road and fumbled for my hazard lights.
“Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit…” as I clumsily dialed 911.
I babbled semi-incoherently to the dispatcher but managed to get out the information about what happened and where. Within seconds, several patrol cars, an ambulance, EMT’s and three fire trucks arrived.
My daughter is an EMT and firefighter in town and takes the pictures at scenes, so when she heard the location, she was concerned. When she arrived, she saw my car in the middle of the road and she came running.
My husband heard the impact of the crash and went to the front yard to see what was up. The neighbors told him there was an accident at the corner and my car was stopped in the middle of the street. He threw his beer can into the driveway (he always has a beer can in his hand, just ask my mother) and came running.
I assured everyone I was ok. I tracked down the proper police person and gave a statement, then asked if I could go home to put my no-longer-frozen vegetables away.
The man (a neighbor from the next street over who went to high school with my daughter) walked away from the accident with minor injures. He smashed his father’s pickup to smithereens. The church has a huge hole in the wall.
I didn’t take any pictures.
Photograph Copyright 2007 by Vanessa V. Kilmer
"Everything comes to him who hustles while he waits."
– Thomas A. Edison
Last week, as I congratulated myself on completing my errands in record time after work, including a trip to the grocery store, I peacefully approached the street where I live. Unusually, there was little traffic, with the exception of a pickup truck just in front of me and an SUV leaving the parking lot of the new daycare center on the corner.
"Yo, Bubba," I said to myself (yes, that's how I talk in my head,) "there's no way in hell you are making that left hand turn going fifty miles an hour."
I shook my head in disgust as I watched the pickup veer left at an excessive rate of speed.
“Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit…” I eloquently began to chant.
“Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit…”
I watched in amazement as the truck crossed the two southbound lanes, jumped the curb, took out a metal sign and chopped into a wooden electric pole with the passenger side of the truck, continued on the newly turfed grass, drove straight between the daycare sign and the corner stop sign, crossed the street and ran headlong into the side of the church sitting on the far corner of my street.
“Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit…” as I stopped in the road and fumbled for my hazard lights.
“Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit…” as I clumsily dialed 911.
I babbled semi-incoherently to the dispatcher but managed to get out the information about what happened and where. Within seconds, several patrol cars, an ambulance, EMT’s and three fire trucks arrived.
My daughter is an EMT and firefighter in town and takes the pictures at scenes, so when she heard the location, she was concerned. When she arrived, she saw my car in the middle of the road and she came running.
My husband heard the impact of the crash and went to the front yard to see what was up. The neighbors told him there was an accident at the corner and my car was stopped in the middle of the street. He threw his beer can into the driveway (he always has a beer can in his hand, just ask my mother) and came running.
I assured everyone I was ok. I tracked down the proper police person and gave a statement, then asked if I could go home to put my no-longer-frozen vegetables away.
The man (a neighbor from the next street over who went to high school with my daughter) walked away from the accident with minor injures. He smashed his father’s pickup to smithereens. The church has a huge hole in the wall.
I didn’t take any pictures.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Numb
Photograph Copyright 2008 by Vanessa V. Kilmer
I saw this at Peacock Blue and it's the best I can do.
Monday Unconcious Mutterings #285 (word association)
1. Intimated :: Whispered
2. Brush :: teeth
3. Masquerade :: hide
4. Procedure :: surgury
5. Tattoos :: raindrops
6. Square :: peg
7. Tuck :: Nip
8. Boyfriend :: Shhh
9. Badass :: Droopy
10. Thousand :: Years War
I saw this at Peacock Blue and it's the best I can do.
Monday Unconcious Mutterings #285 (word association)
1. Intimated :: Whispered
2. Brush :: teeth
3. Masquerade :: hide
4. Procedure :: surgury
5. Tattoos :: raindrops
6. Square :: peg
7. Tuck :: Nip
8. Boyfriend :: Shhh
9. Badass :: Droopy
10. Thousand :: Years War
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Delayed Gratification
We postponed leaving for the campground until tomorrow.
Let the celebrations begin.
Happy Independence Day!
Let the celebrations begin.
Happy Independence Day!
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Lucky Limerick
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