Archives for the month of: July, 2013

Baby Greta Birdie.

This picture was taken by a good friend Danae Fuller. Check out her website and enlist her photography skills for any occasion!


One of my favorite places... on Earth. (I'll post about my favorite places on other planets some other time)

The boardwalk to the spit.

Little Things Lost

When I was a kid, there was no bigger thrill than going down to Hennessy News in Scituate Harbor to rent a movie and pick out some penny candy. It started as a small shelf of VHS tapes at the front of the store. Each family in town was assigned a number when they signed up for a membership. My family was number 14. I remember the first movie we rented was the Muppets Take Manhattan. And then waiting weeks and weeks for the movie “The Watcher in the Woods” to be available. It was the scariest Disney movie ever made, staring Kyle Richards from the Real Housewives of the Beverly Hills back when she was like 10 years old. Ever since then I’ve wanted to name a dog Nerak, but back to my point. Yes, there is a point. I loved the ritual of going down to rent a movie. You had to scan the shelves, look at the covers, read the summaries on the back. If I was lucky my mum would let me get a candy bar. The new release you really wanted to watch wasn’t always in stock so there wasn’t that instant gratification we have now with OnDemand or Netflix. Sometimes you were forced to rent a movie that wasn’t your top choice, but it ends up being a really good movie and something you never would have watch otherwise. It’s a little bit sad to think that our kids will never experience that same excitement when it comes to renting a movie and the joy that comes when that movie you really wanted to see was actually in stock. And they’ll never know the disappointment of that new release not being available, well unless I don’t pay the cable bill and they can’t order any movies. And that is always a possibility. Oh, and they’ll never know the shame in returning a movie that you forgot to rewind. I always had a little anxiety stepping up to the counter with a return… because we NEVER rewound our movies despite the flourescent sticker on the side reminding us to Be Kind and Rewind. And one more thing kids, if you ever read my blog. Your father was arrested for not returning a movie in New Hampshire. It’s a good story. Ask him about it sometime.

Nantucket Beach Boy Print

Scituate Beach Baby Girl

Scituate Beach Baby Boy

Not Cruise Wedding

Here is a sample of a framed wedding coordinates print in an 11×14 silver/wood frame with white matte. This print takes the latitude & longitude coordinates of the couples wedding location and arranges the numbers, along with graphics unique to the couple to create a one of a kind custom print that commemorates their special day.


There is just something about Keith Lockhart that creeps me out. Like in order to be a conductor, he must be a complete control freak. Just look at the grip he has on his wife’s neck in this picture! She looks horrified and he looks two kinds of crazy. What do think he is whispering to her through that clenched jaw smile? Leave your guess in the comment section.


I’ve been sleeping with a baby in my arm pit for three months. It’s starting to get uncomfortable.

I’ve been saying for years that they should sell a 20 oz Capri Sun and what do you know a new mega sized Capri Sun juice bag was sitting on the shelf at Shaws today. I had to buy it. And sadly, it just didn’t tast the same. It had a big built in straw which made the whole experience just different and not as tasty. Maybe the key to their success is the satisfaction of stabbing the juice bag 10 times trying to get the straw inserted. It’s like trying to start an IV. After all that hard work the juice just tastes better. Skip that step and it just isn’t the same experience. Ok, Capri Sun… I admit I was wrong. Pull those mega sized bags off the shelf before you ruin pacific cooler forever.