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Things went better at the meeting than I expected. Details, if I get around to them, will be provided then.

Instead of writing blog posts, I’ve become obsessed with Pinterest. It’s not you, it’s me.

I have a board that I post the stupid things I find on Pinterest to, including the above poster (without the strike-through or additional word). Of course someone went right ahead and repinned it so now the damn thing is perpetuating itself like a couple of cockroaches under the sink of a hoarders bathroom sink.

Now that I have it posted a corrected version here, I can repin it. And you can just go about with your day as usual while I ride my high horse off into the sunset.

 
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Posted by on November 21, 2011 in Drivel

 

Fabulousness

I’m a RSVP Nazi. I think that if I send out an invite to my kid’s party with a phone number or email to RSVP to that it’s not unreasonable to expect a response either way.

Not only am I a RSVP Nazi, I’m also a Hypocrite. Nice to meet’cha.

An acquaintance (a girl I temped with a year ago) invited us to her wedding reception. On the postcard-like invite, we were asked to RSVP on their website or their phone by a certain date. A week before their wedding, she sent me a text wondering if we were going to be there so she could get a final meal count.

I can’t believe she would have contacted everyone who hadn’t RSVP’d, can you? I thought well, maybe, she hadn’t invited that many so catching those last half dozen or so….but I’m not buying that either. If she invited me, who hasn’t seen her much less talked to her in months, she probably invited tons of other people who are much closer than we are. Unless she doesn’t have friends?

Is it weird that she text me? Would you? I’m not talking about a birthday party with ten kids, either.

She must recognize my fabulousness and wanted to make sure I was going to be there.

Yeah, that’s it. Fabulousness.

 
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Posted by on August 26, 2011 in Drivel

 

New Toy

I got a new toy for my upcoming bday and thought I would give it a test run via an app. I can’t imagine typing out a major post with my thumbs (esp since it took me 3 attempts to type “thumbs”).

But when the urge strikes I can update on the fly.

 
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Posted by on July 4, 2011 in Drivel

 

Gone

And just like that *snap*, the killdeer’s eggs were gone.

The man we hired to install a sump-pump next to my husband’s shop had no idea that his heavy equipment trailer’s width would take out the four speckled eggs. I saw the tracks in the lane as they drifted to the right, to the side where the nest was. I had coordinated the nest’s location with a large white rock and in line with the fence post several feet away. The adult killdeer, who took turn nesting and who had become so accustomed to our vehicles passing by and therefore didn’t even bother to fly away each time we passed by, were nowhere to be seen.

Even upon close inspection I could see no eggshell fragments. Nothing but gravel and rocks. Maybe they had hatched that morning before the trailer drove over their nest. Maybe.

It’s as if they were never there.

 
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Posted by on June 9, 2011 in Drivel

 

Mylar Murder

My son brought home one of the mylar balloons his teacher received for her birthday. He then tied it to some random toy and started using it like a punching bag…and then it floated up to the ceiling in our entryway.

Exciting, right?

Let’s add some details to that:

  1. The teacher’s birthday was in March.
  2. Doodicus’ ability to tie his own shoes is sub par, at best.
  3. The entryway ceiling is 18 feet high.

Unlike a latex balloon that loses its will to live within hours, this mylar balloon was in it for the long haul. I was warned by my friends on Facebook that it could take months for it to finally lose its oompf. But one of my friends threw out the words “sewing needle” and “nerf dart” and I was psyched!

"Ha ha! You can't get me!"

Warning: Do Not let your children see this!

Do you feel lucky, punk? Well, do ya?!

Ready? Aim! Fire!! (Lacking in the "Aim" department)

"I'd give you the finger...if I had any!"

Warning: Do not stand under a falling dart with a needle attached to it.

Nerf guns aren’t exactly accurate, did you know that? Wouldn’t want to depend on one out camping in the Rockies when a grizzly comes charging (because a Nerf Dart that was perfectly aimed would certainly take a charging bear out). I know I had several direct hits to the balloon, including one where the needle actually stuck in it long enough to weigh it down a couple of feet before it fell out. For whatever reason, I just expected that once I hit it, it would come right down, but it didn’t. Eventually I got bored and walked away (not before remembering to put away the needle first).

Some time later, I walked past the entryway to go into Aitch’s room and out of habit I looked up to the ceiling. No balloon. I spun around, expecting it behind me with a hypodermic needle aimed at my shoulder blades, and nothing. WTF? I looked back up again. Nope, my eyes were not deceiving me. I looked down again and finally noticed it. It had floated down and wedged itself between the loveseat the stair railing looking all tired and sad and I pouted on its faceless behalf. Awwww. Poor widdle bawwoon.

And then I did a happy dance! Victory is mine!!

 
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Posted by on May 11, 2011 in Drivel

 

Kolbe & Kolbe Millwork Can Kiss My Butt

One of the perks in having my blog is knowing that when people are looking something up on the internet, there’s the ever slightest chance they could end up here. My stats show that the majority of people who end up at this blog are looking for info on Maggie Gyllenhaal’s tattoo from the movie Stranger Than Fiction. The second largest number of hits come from people looking for homemade diaper wipes.

I believe I’ve found my niche! Now to combine them into something fabulous…

So that’s why I’m going to voice my complaint with Kolbe Windows and Doors (Kolbe & Kolbe Millwork) because if I can save one soul from wasting their hard-earned money buying windows from this company, I will feel the slightest bit vindicated. I’d feel much better if Kolbe & Kolbe would replace all my windows with another company’s quality windows, specifically double-hung windows.

Our contractor convinced us that nothing else would compare to Kolbe & Kolbe. Not Anderson, Pella or Marvin windows. Silly us since who has ever heard of Kolbe & Kolbe Millwork? Not me! Have you?

Right away, we noticed the windows from Kolbe & Kolbe leaked dust. Wait, not just dust: Sand. I thought it was because we didn’t have a yard. Well, we have a nice green yard and the sand still pours in. The seals and gaskets on Kolbe & Kolbe’s windows were ineffective against the winds of the plains. Ironic since that’s where the company is based, in good old Wisconsin. For all you that get technical about where the plains are and aren’t (you know who you are), Wisconsin’s weather can’t be that much different from Nebraska’s.

Not only do they leak dust, sand, grit, dirt, debris; Kolbe & Kolbe windows whistle! Whistle is too kind of a description. The air HOWLS through the windows, scaring the bejeebus out of any person who may be asleep in the room, usually our son who gets a wonderful southerly wind that angles through the seams JUST right. I’m listening to it now, in fact!

We’ve complained formally. They sent out a Kolbe & Kolbe guy who replaced all the gaskets with larger diameter gaskets. They still leak and howl and scream. I’ve tried stuffing dimes, pennies and even nickels in the frame to “tighten” up the fancy Kolbe & Kolbe windows. Didn’t work. So I bought insulating felt and stuffed it in the windows. That hasn’t worked either.

Kolbe & Kolbe? You suck. Wait, no. Unless the wind is blowing and then there’s some weird joke in there somewhere. Thanks for bringing in a little bit of that old prairie life literally through my windows. It’s so attractive seeing it accumulating on the corners of every window. And that fine, high-pitched squeal that sounds like a bag-pipe being thrown on a bonfire? Ah, who needs peace and quiet when my daughter is napping in the afternoon or 3:15 a.m. when my son should be sleeping in his room but instead is waking me up to tell me he’s scared of the wind? Thank YOU, Kolbe & Kolbe Millwork!

 
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Posted by on April 29, 2011 in Drivel, For Better or Worse

 

Wordless Wednesday: Cell Phone Pictures from Tuesday

Toddler or Pitbull bite: You be the judge.

Jorts as far as the eye can see!!

Couture de la Larry Zee Cable Guy (notice the security tag?)

Alien baby eats your baby and happily spits out its spinal column.

Oh. It's an ad for a chiropractor. That makes much more sense.

 
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Posted by on April 26, 2011 in Aitch, Drivel

 

Little Blogger On The Prairie*

Since I moved from my old blog to this one, I have been cautious about exposing too much of my previous identification. Once burned, twice raped by those in your real life who want to be up in your biz…and all that. Now that I haven’t been around the bitches from where I worked because 1) I don’t work there anymore; and 2) Stalker took a job in The Metro and hauled her whore-ass out of town, I am once again considering welcoming other people from IRL back here, especially those I am friends with on Facebook.

And then I go back to that “once burned” thought and I rein myself in. I guess I’ll wait a little bit longer before I update my old blog with a post that I can now be found here.

Instead, I am comfortable enough to share where I blog from (no, I’m not referring to the laptop I prop on one knee while I sit in my rocking chair situated in the living room), but where geographically, which is Nebraska, US of A. I know. Most of you probably already knew that, but hey, a blogger past her prime can still dream that she can pick up a new reader now and then.

While I have found an incredible sense of camaraderie through the community of blogging, I have to admit that not having a chance to actually get together with a fellow bloggers is one of the detriments to being a blogger in a what is considered a very rural part of the country where people generally still don’t have a clue as to what a blog is! I am pea-green with envy of those of you who mention spontaneous luncheons with another blogger who lives across town. You have no idea how lucky you are.

I’ve tried at different times to find other bloggers in Nebraska. Currently, I know less than a handful who do. So I’m putting out feelers once again for people who maintain a personal blog. I’ve found a syndicated blog, Momaha.com that networks in Omaha (obviously), but only a couple of the contributors have their own blog. I’m not a big follower of community blogs for a variety of reasons, one being rather petty: the truncating of posts. I know, I know. Bloggers, especially pros, don’t want their content stolen and it gives them a more accurate way to collect stats…whatever. I don’t like it.

So I’m collecting a list of Nebraska bloggers. I’m not particular about topics, but prefer to find “personal blogs”, not “Here’s what’s going on in the Capital Building today!” or “Today’s Spring Game for the Huskers was cancelled due to a blizzard!” (which, dudes, we totally had a blizzard today complete with an accumulation of around 8″ and ice and drifts and shit!) (however, I have no idea if the game was cancelled, nor do I care). So if you know of a blogger who lives in Nebraska or you ARE a blogger in Nebraska, shout it out. I’m going to start a new page with the links. Maybe someday this will lead to a CornFab or at the minimum, a spontaneous luncheon with a fellow Nebraskan blogger.

* This is the name of an actual blog. HOWEVER, this person not only has her blog as private, but she’s in Illinois. ILLINOIS! Please. That is so not on the prairie.

 
 

Stepping Up

I’ve mentioned at different times my friend who I use to work with that also struggled with secondary infertility. She got pregnant in high-school and now has a sweet teen-ager. Several years ago, shortly after she met and married a wonderful man, they had tried to get pregnant. This is also the same friend who has a great deal of faith and while they agreed to give a few rounds of IUIs with clomid a try, they didn’t feel IVF – or any further ART – was for them for religious reasons. They then started on the path towards adoption, just completing their profile a few months ago and are officially waiting.

This friend, who we’ll call Sasha, can be quite exasperating, but what friends aren’t on occasion? We definitely don’t see eye to eye on religion, ART, or even adoption (at this point, she wants a closed adoption), but I have an unbelievable amount of admiration for her. Once pregnant at 16, she could have easily become one of the majority of single teen moms and drifted through her adulthood, but she finished school, moved out on her own with a baby, worked full-time, got a college degree and soon after her masters.

When my ex-boss was promoted, his position was left unfilled for nearly a year. Several times I would encourage Sasha to apply, but she always waved away my suggestions (and her husband’s and her other friends’) by saying she wasn’t qualified. But Sasha’s hard work within that department didn’t go unnoticed and eventually the CFO went to my former boss and told him to find out if she was interested in the management position. Finally she figured, “what the hell”, applied, interviewed and quickly became the new director of the department. I am over the moon for her, and I can’t help but be glad I no longer work there, as we would no longer be able to sit in each other’s offices and have our bullshit sessions or disappear for an hour-plus lunch.

Sasha has completed our taxes for us for the past few years. Sparring Partner and I always talk about paying her, but she refuses. I think she’s just being polite, silly woman. This year was no different even though she admitted that with her new position, she might not be able to get them done as quickly. However, true to form, she finished them as quickly as before. So this time, as not only as a way to show our appreciation for putting up with our tax issues but to congratulate her on the promotion, I am doing something for her that she wouldn’t think of doing: Getting her new shoes.

Here’s a young woman who is now in a prominent position with one of the largest employers in our town and she’s running around in shoes from Payless. Not that there’s anything wrong with that… She just doesn’t know how to reward herself so I’m going to surprise her with these:

I’m very proud and happy for Sasha, so I want to make sure her career takes off on the right foot.

I know. Bad pun. It’s the one I’ll include in her greeting card as well.

 
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Posted by on April 14, 2011 in Drivel, It's Not a Living

 

How come…

…when one has an “a-ha!” moment, some refer to it as a “watershed moment*?” When I think of a watershed, I think of an out-house.

…generic prescription medications, who often advertise right on their packing, “Compare to Tylenol Cold & Flu”, don’t voluntarily recall their product when their name brand equivalent does? I’ve compared as they suggest, and I call bullshit.

…when I get dressed to go work out, I think, “Hey! My ass doesn’t look as dimply as I thought in these capri leggings!” but when I stand in front of the wall-to-wall mirror in front of 30 other women, I think I look like a bloated raccoon stuffed in fishnet stockings?

…with all the hoopla surrounding HIPAA, when I sign the pharmacy’s log book which identifies me as a potential meth producer, I can see everybody’s name, address, driver’s license number on the same form above my little section? I don’t like that my competition can get my personal information from the same form. Those crack heads are sneaky bastards. What kind of assurance do I get that one of them won’t break into my house and steal my box of Advil?

*[Probably translation of German Wasserscheide : Wasser, water + Scheide, divide, parting.]

 
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Posted by on April 13, 2011 in Drivel

 

Dear Timbuk2 Bags

Dear Designers and R&D People of Timbuk2 Bags:

First of all, thank you for providing the protection necessary to my Kindle, which I’ve now had for two and a half years, which is impressive considering I have a son who has the ability to destroy anything within reach of his Nerf guns, Legos, battling Bakugans and Beyblades. Also, within that time I have raised a girl from babyhood to toddlerdom in the same household without Kindle Incidents.

However.

I hate that everytime I have to take my Kindle out or return my Kindle to your envelope sleeve specifically designed for the Kindle, I scrape my knuckles on the hook strip of the hook-and-loop closure.

Why can’t you reverse the hook-and-loop closure so that the loops are on the flap? That way when I have a hold of my sweet Kindle, my delicate and lady-like knuckles will no longer scrape unpleasantly across the flap as I remove/return it and cause me to wince each and every time. Reading my Kindle is a joy. Retrieving it from the safety of your bag is not.

A simple change and one that will make us Timbuk2 users for life.

Yours,

Scraped and Bleeding But Would Rather Not

 
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Posted by on April 10, 2011 in Drivel, I Am

 

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Little Annoyances

Yes, I’m blowing off the Photo Ops. It’s called “procrastination”. Get use to it.

Tailor Wannabe?

My husband noticed that I had “fabric glue” written and struck through on the grocery list, because during one of my errands I picked up a bottle. Sparring partner asked what kind I got and I just looked at him stupefied. “Uh, the kind that glues…fabric…?” As if he knows anything about fabric glue.

Related:

I used the fabric glue to adhere some fleur di lis patches to the back of my daughter’s jeans, which were initially very plain. To ensure good adhesion and to keep them flat, I grabbed a concrete paver from the front deck to lay on the jeans while the glue dried. I finished my project and hung up the jeans and set aside the brick. Sparring Partner asked why it was in the closet of the bedroom. I explained. Are you going to take it back outside? he asked. If it bothers you, take it out now. I responded. Hurumph was his reply. I just walked past the closet. The brick is still sitting there. Apparently it bothers him enough to roll his eyes at me but not so much to take care of it himself.

GAH!-la

My ex-employer has an annual fund-raiser. It’s a hoity-toity affair. During my employment I did attend a couple of times. Since I’m no longer employed there, I don’t go. Obviously. My SIL works there so she’s always getting FIL involved with contributions. He asked Sparring Partner if we want to go to the fundraiser and my this was husband’s response, “Not just no….”

I “contributed” ten years of my life there for what?? Did I ever tell you how my ex-boss emailed me while I was on maternity leave “strongly urging” me to make sure I contribute to the expansion project?! I did and was fired a month later. If that wasn’t enough, when the stalking co-worker gave my ex-boss a sob story about her empty pockets, he contributed in HER name. Oh boo-hoo, bitch. So, yeah, no. Thanks for the offer, but we won’t be going to the gah-la.

 

Photo Ops: The Fridge(s)

What’s with the kitchen obsession, people?? Katrina asked to see the inside of my fridge (god, the humiliation!) while Michelle added to the fridge-peeping by also requesting a pantry (pantRy) shot. Of course, I was immediately self-conscious and considered running to the farmer’s market to set up props of fresh veggies and fruits, but then I remembered it’s the dead of winter and the only farmer’s market around here is the one in Hy-Vee.

So here’s the fridge. I know, ick, the fridge is black (which is OK if you like black appliances). I really wanted the stainless steel appearance (not actual stainless steel since 1] it is impossible to keep clean; and 2] it’s not magnetic), but Sparring Partner said No Way. He suggested white – actually he had the gall to suggest Beige. Beige! Blech!! So we compromised (I compromised).

I made the second picture bigger so you can make fun of me and my Ho-Ho and Bryer’s Ice Cream addiction and the fact that there is one lonely lemon in the fruit storage. A must have for my Dos Equis (which are kept in the garage fridge to maintain a more wholesome appearance within the family fridge).

When we designed the kitchen, we realized we didn’t need a fancy walk-in pantry. The odds would be we’d throw out more dry goods, losing money, so we went with an in-cabinet pantry. It works very well for us. Here’s how it looks when the cabinets are closed:

(You can see why I need a magnetic fridge, right??)

Quick note: if you ever have an opportunity to design your kitchen, I strongly urge you to go with drawers. We have two sets of drawers like the ones on the right of this photo and I wish we had more. LURVE the drawers.

We made sure to have quality pull-out shelves in the pantry, which when you have a toddler who looks at this as nothing more than a climbing wall, it’s a REALLY smart investment. Snacks are right in the middle. Candy is at the top, next to the open box of white rice that was moved when Aitch thought it would be fun to pour out on the floor.

I also thought I’d show you what we did for our toaster (on the right). I didn’t want the corner garage that so many kitchens have, so I had our kitchen dude design the cabinets so the doors looks like the open normally, but it actually lifts up and out-of-the-way like a real garage door. We then had a heavy-duty sliding shelf installed that is normally used for a TV. There’s plenty of room for the toaster, two loaves of bread (SP won’t eat my “enriched” bread), the butter, Nutella, peanut butter and a plate to put it all together.

And for anyone who has a fetish for fridges, be prepared to tingle. We actually have three. The one above, the one in the garage (which stores extra loaves of bread, soda, beer, milk, eggs and juice – the items we go through a lot of), and this mini fridge under the counter:

(I swear! The dust was attracted to the flash photography!)

I wanted something that we could use for entertaining, to store a couple of bottles of wine, beer, cold vodka and gin…the stuff I didn’t want guests reaching past my Ho-Hos for; the stuff I didn’t want them walking into the garage for. Instead, it is full of apple sauce, juice boxes and pouches, cold treats and Pepsi. So much for the glamorous life.

 
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Posted by on February 9, 2011 in Drivel, For Better or Worse

 

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Photo Ops: The View

There’s no particular order that I’m following with the Photo Ops. It’s based purely on what pictures I have taken or was able to take since the original post.

First up is the suggestion from Serenity: Views From The House.

The first set of pictures I took all on the same day and literally, from the inside of the house looking out. Because of that, you may see dirty screens or tiny, greasy handprints on the glass. Keeping it real, yo!

These are the two large windows in our bedroom. It’s hard to get a sense of scale, but I think each set of windows is about 60″ across. We eventually will turn this area of the bedroom into a seating area, but currently it is empty save some toys and where I fold laundry.

The next two pictures are taken standing facing out from each set of the windows above:

There’s a short hallway from the master bedroom to the main part of the house and we almost went with a solid wall, but I pushed for another big window. I’m glad I did:

Also, not sure if you can see it here (above) but there are tracks in the snow that go from the exposed grass past the stairs. Those are deer tracks. Fuckers. More on that another time.

The following pictures if from the one of three panels in the dining room. It’s one of my favorite views. There’s actually a four-lane highway hidden by the thick horizontal line of trees, which is about 1 1/2 miles down the hill. There’s a bench under this window where Aitch can climb up and look out. Hence the faint handprint.

On the perpendicular wall next to these windows are the deck doors. We have a three-sided porch which ends (or starts) here. The porch is covered on all three sides as well. We’ve had some impossibly beautiful (and sometimes dangerous) views of spring thunderstorms here.

Now we move into the living room where the three-panel windows are repeated two more times. It is here that I have the most beautiful views of the sunset. We can see the fireworks that the village to the west of us shoot off during special occasions. It’s about six miles away. If you were standing next to me, I could point out the cemetery a mile away; the mostly hidden farmhouse down in the valley; the edge of our property; where the deer settle for the evening (fuckers) and where every moment the view is heaven on earth.

Doodicus has two views, one being much like this one. And then another to the south. Not a great picture (did I imply these were going to be “great” pictures? my bad), but it’s realistic. The original house plan called for a door where this following window shot was and I stupidly thought that would be really cool! And then I remembered that someday he’s going to be a teenager sneaking out of the house…

This is also the second side of the porch, the part that transitions from the front porch to the back deck. More deer tracks…that line of trees grows along the street that takes one past our lane.

By the way, here’s how my son’s room would look if you were standing in his doorway and how the windows fill that one wall (I didn’t do a wider shot because his bed wasn’t made. I’m a terrible mother):

Here’s the view towards that same road that goes by our house but as viewed from Aitch’s room. That truck was photographed right at the lane, which you can barely make out from this vantage point. Also, I’m hoping by summer the swing set will get moved right about where that patch of grass is:

And here’s the inside of Aitch’s room looking at the window (the one to the right of the crib) that looks at the view above. See now if I had waited to do this until I had cleaned and picked up, these photos never would have met the light of day:

Now here’s the least attractive view which seems odd since it’s out the front door, but the only time I ever see it is when I’m going to the front door, which is very rare. Family (read: in-laws) have a habit of going through our garage which I LOATHE but am forced to tolerate since they can’t use the steps. That building is the maintenance building for what use to be a microwave tower but was inactivated years ago.

We have a circle drive which you can see (above) and inside that circle we’ve planted several crab trees. Eventually those trees will fill in enough and I won’t have to see the tower or its building from the house. On the plus side, it’s an unavoidable landmark which makes it easy for visitors to see when driving to our home.

This is just a miscellaneous shot that I took standing in the kitchen looking out over the dining room. The view to the horizon is truly endless:

Serenity specifically asked about the view out our kitchen window. Another mistake I made is not going with my original vision and positioning the window directly above our sink. Instead, it sits up almost a foot above and I have to crane my neck to see out. The view for now is not much different from above but every once in a while I’ll look up from the sink and see a herd of deer walk down the lane towards the house before turning north to the field next to us. Herd = 20 head.

So moving (L) to (R) top: the set of two windows in the master BDRM, the single in the hallway, 3 panel in dining room, patio doors, the long wall with the three sets is broke up into the living room and Doodicus’s room. The basement’s windows facing west are basically mirror of above but it’s not finished. Nothing down there except the storm cellar, my husband’s workroom, and thousands of japanese beetle bodies.

I’ll have more landscape photos that aren’t shot through a window screen in a subsequent post under Photo Ops. Thanks again, Serenity!

 
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Posted by on February 6, 2011 in Drivel, For Better or Worse

 

Your Photo Op

I need a diversion. Something to motivate me to do something – anything – other than sit in the glider-rocker with the laptop oozing godknowswhatkind of radioactivity into my groin. Speaking of which, the results of my PAP smear (smear? really? we haven’t come up with a better word than that??) were all negative. My cervix has always been so dependable. Good, cervix! *pat pat*

So this diversion really is going to come from you. Without sounding like I’m comment-whoring, which I swear I am not and if you would prefer not to fall into my evil plan, you may choose to email me instead, I would like to play around more with my camera so I would like your input. Tell me what persons, places or things you would like me to photograph and then I will post them here. Obviously, the limitations would be something or someone I would have access to: no requests for the Eiffel Tower or President Obama. Also, nothing considered X-rated. Keep the requests realistic and I will make the photos real.

Do you want to see a picture of my favorite pair of shoes or the inside of my sock drawer? Or a picture of the city office? Maybe a photo of the tops of my toes to confirm that yes, they are a bit hairy? If you have wanted to know what something I’ve talked about looks like (again, within what I would consider reasonable limitations), just let me know either in comments or an email: thismamasaid (at) gmail (dot) com.

I live to serve.

 
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Posted by on February 3, 2011 in Drivel

 
 
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