I will not be hunting ghosts...

I'm going to say it. I love the paranormal shows on television. I don't think that they are real, but man, they are entertaining. I was so disappointed when I found out today that the Ghost Hunters were in Derby and we were covering the story in The Valley Gazette, but I couldn't get there to take pictures. There are times where I question why I'm spending the majority of my day behind a desk instead of being a full time photographer, and this was certainly one of them. But congrats to Susan "Ghost" Hunter for getting to meet Jason, Grant, Tango and Steve. Below is her photo and a link to the story.

Ghost hunters arrive in Derby

Grace's Baptism

It was great to spend time with the Born-Napolitano clan over the weekend for the celebration of Grace's baptism. As you can see below, Grace was the most laid back baby ever; even softly snoring during the mass. My favorite shots by far are the second set, after Grace was baptized and Grandma Born's reaction. Of course, my nephew James had to get his stink eye picture in for good measure.

 

Oh and hey! I'm playing around with a new music widget that allows me to set the width. I was able to pull it up from the bottom of the blog, so you can actually notice it now! I am in the process of creating a real playlist, but for now, I threw up some of my favorite Eels/E/McHonky. I'm really much happier with the music selection this widget has and I need to play with the option of uploading my own songs. Grooveshark definitely has potential!

Here's to a little victory...

Today marked another milestone in my ongoing ACL reconstruction recovery. At this point, my challenges are mental and I've been working up the courage to do some tire jumps. The tire is about knee height, so for me, that's a pretty decent standing jump. Jumping up isn't the part that I have a block on, it's the jumping down part that still freaks me out because that's how I tore my ACL. No quick change of direction. No amazing play. I jumped for a rebound, I caught the ball, I landed. And CRACK! (Some people say they hear a pop, I definitely heard a crack.) I know my knee is strong enough, I know it's not going to happen again, but there's still that little voice in the back of my mind that tells me I shouldn't be doing this. Think about being afraid to jump for almost two years.

Well, today I did it! Although my landings were not the most graceful, it's amazing how you forget how to land when you haven't been jumping for this long, I'm glad I can chalk up one more victory, no matter how little it is.

I haven't been posting as much as I want to. Blogging is not as natural as I thought it would be. I've got a back log of photos and entries I've been organizing and I'm hoping to just get it done soon.

Pictured above is my nephew, James, who always loves to hide inside the tire at the gym.