This & That…

These are all school photos from my Elementary years and Junior high years. The last shot is my graduation from junior high photo. Don’t you just love how they would airbrush the photos and make your skin look perfect with no blemishes!! They even removed a prominent beauty mark mole from my left upper lip. I have since had it removed as it got quite prominent as I got older and since I was having some other minor face surgery done.

The minor surgery I had was to remove road gravel from my chin that got embedded when I crashed and landed on my face while riding downhill on my road bike. I hit a patch of gravel going around a curve and that’s all I remember. I was riding with Dear and a few friends near Leavenworth, Washington. They all made it down the hill with no incident and began to wonder where I was. Two guys in a truck found me convulsing on the side of the road. One of the guys stayed with me and the other one went down the hill and found my deserters companions and brought Dear and my doctor back to the sight of the accident in the truck. Yes, we always ride our bikes with our Doctor. I had an ambulance ride to the local medicine man hospital and they didn’t clean out my wounds well at all. So I still have road pebbles embedded in my knee and I had the gravel from my chin removed by a butcher plastic surgeon. Boy, I had a horrible experience with that Butcher Plastic Surgeon and I wouldn’t recommend him to anyone.

Today I’m headed to the miracle lady hairdresser who will remove all signs of my gray roots. Let’s just call this my crossing out words post. The weather looks like it will be wonderful so I’m wondering what mischief me and my camera can get into today.

The ducks are regulars in our yard now but they’ve decided the deck is the place to leave their unsightly squishy deposits. I gave them a talking to and instructed them to do their business on the grass please!!

Hope you have a wonderful Wednesday and you find joy wherever you are…

Photobucket replaced all my photos with ugly black and grey boxes and they are holding my photos hostage until I pay them lots of money. I’m slowly going through all my posts and trying to clean them up and replacing some photos. Such a bother.

About Ellen am a wife, mother, baba (grandmother) and a loyal friend. Jesus is my King and my hope is in my future with Him.

15 thoughts on “This & That…

  1. Funny, funny, funny….except not….just your cross out post…deserters! :o) My mother in law has a TON of geese making messes around her home…she lives on a lake….they are so inconsiderate sometimes.

  2. Oh dear..gravel imbedded on your face? That sounds painful.
    I too have a photo of a ‘up hairdo’ and airbrushed face on my 18th b’day…only one I have of me without any blemishes:)
    Wonder what you and your camera will find today??

  3. This is too funny. Our photos looks so similar. I think we could of been sisters…I too had a biking accident at 10 years old…so similar and have just had reconstructive surgery in the past 10 years.
    Let’s go bike riding together…..

  4. Ouch! Embedded road gravel sounds ghastly. And painful.

    I jumped off the back of a bike once when I was 9 as it was hurtling down a hill (because I was scared and the person doing the “driving” refused to stop!) and broke my front tooth. Most of my life I went around with half a front tooth…wasn’t until I was in my 30’s that a dentist suggested capping it – duh! I just never thought about it.

    Oh, I do hope those ducks listened will to your lecture…

  5. Oh Ellen B. this is just the cutest and funniest post! I love all your crossed out words and wouldn’t it be hilarious if we all spoke/wrote that way?
    Your pictures are so cute…uhm, sorry to hear about the gravely chin experience…that must have been a horrible fall ;-(.

    My hubby refers to ducks as walking pancake batter machines and I hope you don’t discover why ;-O!

    xoxo cori g.

  6. The question is not ‘Why did the chicken cross the road?’ but it is ‘Why did the ducks cross the road?’ Answer: the public restrooms were closed!

  7. Love those old pic’s! (I can see you in them…for sure.) The Leavenworth bike ride doesn’t sound all that good…scary.

    Good luck training those ducks!

  8. So enjoyed this post Ellen ..your school pictures are wonderful .. cute all the way through.

    The bike ride story was great. .not at the time I’m sure. .but as all things are tells well after the wounds heal.

  9. My sister had a nasty bike incident at Busch Gardens years ago. Same result–embedded gravel. But in her knee that all ready had nasty scars from previous bike incidents. Needless to say, that was her last bike riding event. She too had to submit to a plastic surgeon for the repair of it.

    Hope your Wednesday let you into wonderful photo mischief–fun for those of us who can’t take a picture in a bucket!

  10. I recognized Joe and Betty right away, there on your deck. When they’re not resting on your deck, they’re visiting here and eating the hen scratch in the chicken yard.

  11. A fun post to read, Ellen! Luv’d your line-outs 😀
    The ducks are pretty…hope they listen to you about where to potty!!!!!

  12. having trouble commenting here from my phone…so just know that I’m reading all the posts.

    actually. I hate that places choose to airbrush your family pictures. I don’t want hollywood style perfection. I want an honest account of what we look like at this moment in time….scrapes, bruises, wrinkles, double chins and all!

    but I’ve never been called “normal” so go figure.

    I love the hairstyle in that first pic….sister’s bangs look right, maybe I should take her back to the barber and get the length just like it!! 🙂

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