It's Official.

It wasn't the batteries. My digital camera bit the big one.

An initial investigation has revealed the following:

"It wasn't me." --Hubby

"I didn't do it." --Son

"I didn't drop it...I swear!" --Daughter

Whatever the case...for now this blog is officially on hiatus, at least until the camera can be repaired or a suitable replacement found.

In the meantime, I will be keeping tabs on all of my fellow 365-ers and leaving tons of comments. You can find my semi-coherent ramblings--including my participation in the upcoming Script Frenzy--on my other blog:

http://kelsfineline.blogspot.com/

And, of course, you can check out my website here:

www.rj-keller.com

Augh!!

After a week of Blogger problems, battery problems, and camera problems, the stars have finally aligned. I'll post my week's worth of photos later on today...

Knit one, knit...another one

My first project. A dishrag to be.

Instant Civil War - Part 2

I think I like Elle's Instant Boyfriend better.

Instant Civil War

Just add water.

My backyard.

Today is the first day of spring.

"Help us!!"

My daughter keeps her collection of mini stuffed animals in a plastic jug. They freak me out.

Winter has left us...

...a few bricks shy of a walkway.

The ground is still covered with snow, but...

Blue skies
Smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies
Do I see

"Pay no attention to the cat behind the curtain..."

Stuff I like [way too much] - Part 2

I made an emergency supply run to Tim Horton's this morning.

Stuff I Hate - Part 2

Shopping for new shoes.

And yet I must. My friend has tickets to see Julius Caesar at the Maine Center for the Arts in Orono on Wednesday. One of the tickets is mine...if I get a pair of new shoes. Apparently she's embarrassed to be seen with me in these:

They're the only pair of dress shoes I own. I got 'em at Mardens seven years ago and they've served me faithfully ever since. Personally, I don't see anything wrong with them.

Stuff I Like - Part 1

Stuff I Hate - Part 1

The award for Most Thankless Job of the Day goes to...

...the guy who reads my electrical meter.

Rejection

I got my first hard copy rejection letter this morning. (Up until now, they've all been emailed.)

I'm disappointed, obviously. Particularly because I REALLY like this agent (well, from what I've read; I've never actually met her). Still...I must (and will) persevere!!

(Agent's name redacted to protect myself from seeming like I'm bitching about someone I actually respect very much).

This is not a frozen pond...

...it's my driveway.

Ain't goin' nowhere...

...on these roads.

Let's get the rock outta here...

While in Bangor today, I drove past my favorite radio station, 100.3 WKIT. Stephen King owns it. Here's a close up of the sign:

As I drove past, Def Leppard asked me, and Central Maine:

"Do you wanna get rocked?"

I did. They were more than happy to oblige.

My most prized possession...

An autographed Bill Lee rookie card.

"Baseball is the belly-button of our society. Straighten out baseball, and you straighten out the rest of the world."

--Bill "Spaceman" Lee

What's a gal to do when the power goes out...

...during a horrible ice storm?

Well, she's gonna write...naturally.

Script Frenzy kicks off in 26 days. I'm going to spend the month of April adapting my novel, Waiting For Spring, into a screenplay. Which means I'll spend the next 26 days making an extensive outline for said screenplay. Here is everything I need for that:

1.) A detailed outline of my novel.
2.) My lucky writing sweater.
3.) Pencil, pens, highlighting markers.
4.) Notebook.
5.) Flashlight. (Did I mention that the power was out when I took this photo?)

Defeating the purpose

I added chocolate chips to my banana bread batter.

Coordinating accessories

I realized tonight that my Tabasco sauces match my tea kettle and cast iron pot.


And here's me going all Andy Warhol on my picture...

Grey update

Well, my husband's goatee only lasted for eight days, but I'm still going strong.

Glass half-full

This is me trying to remember that winter is beautiful. Even though it's also a pain in the butt.