There hasn’t been many dull moments the last few weeks. Crunch time at the office, full-on editing at home in the evenings… it’s been go-go-go which is why I haven’t written anything personal lately. But a list is gonna change that today.
- I’ve had some wonderful photo sessions in the past couple weeks and I have even more coming up in the next few. There’s nothing more satisfying than smiling back at the faces in the images while I’m editing and getting excited to share them. There’s plenty coming up, I promise!
- But if you can’t wait, there are a few sneak peeks on Facebook.
- I have fallen victim to peer pressure this month. First in the form of hosting a jewelry party at my home. Second… well… there’s thing called Twilight that I’ve never really cared about…
- Twilight Lunch [twahy-lahyt luhnch], noun - A midday meal that involves watching the Twilight movies with fabulous co-workers in an effort to relive vampire-werewolf-teenage-love-triangle in time for new a movie. May span over several days due to limited one-hour lunch breaks.
- Yes. That happened. Never read the books (although I want to now), never cared to watch the teenage angst unfold with fangs and fur (but it’s been quite enjoyable) and never thought I’d admit that I like (but I kind of do). Gah. What is happening to me?!
- More peer pressure: I’m attending a midnight showing with said fabulous co-workers tonight. I have two fears. One is that I won’t be able to stay awake. The other is running into someone I know.
- I seriously just took up
fourfive bullets to talk about Twilight. I must be ill. - On a completely different note, I have discovered the best boots in the world. I actually discovered them on another lady’s foot and asked her if Frye boots were really worth the money and then she told me her secret. I bought them and have been wearing all the live long day. I have fallen in love with a pair of shoes.
- I also fell in love with an L-series lens. A friend let me borrow his Canon EF 24-70mm f/2.8 L for a wedding and man, they don’t call it luxury for nothing. I’ve started a little piggy bank in hopes of purchasing my own L-series lens. But I’ll probably go with a prime because I have the hots for them. And I’ll probably have to wait a while as the piggy bank will have to grow a lot first.
- I also fell down. Again. On the deck. I had the BDD on a lead early Saturday morning and she saw something she had to get. With the deck frosted over, homegirl had her feet slip out from under her, slippers flew off and banged my head. This is not the first time… and I’m seriously contemplating that helmet now.
I did a fun little bloggy thing.
My pal Omawarisan over at the Blurt Blog has started his own philanthropic endeavors through an action figure – we call her The Jolie. And she travels. Between states, between countries and between friends in the blogosphere. Bringing people near and far closer together through her Jolie-ness.
I hosted her. And though our time together was not the most entertaining, The Jolie was definitely in Louisville.
- Yes. It’s one of those days. Quite possibly one of those weeks. I should take bets on how long my left eye will continue to twitch. Or if this is the year I finally get that ulcer I keep talking about. Actually, it isn’t that bad. Yet. My day job just has very cyclical work. Like the kind that only happens in fourth quarter. Gah.
- To take my mind off of my very cyclical work flow, I have a house guest this week. She comes in the form of an action figure and since toting her around in my purse, I now realize I am in-cre-di-bly-bor-ing. Seriously boring. I couldn’t get more vanilla if I tried. But her lame visit to the Ville is being documented – I’ll let you know when it will grace the interwebs.
- I want to talk about Louisville football. But I don’t want to talk about Louisville football. I will say I’m looking forward to the first Saturday home game so I can tailgate. And nachos.
- A new experience this week: live Irish music. While I’ll admit I don’t know much about Irish history or their music, if they keep coming back with songs about redheads with glass eyes and wooden legs and refer to them as “beer goggle beauties,” the probability of me sticking around is higher. If there’s beer, we can inch up that probability a bit more.
- Our power was out last night. Not a huge deal as it wasn’t hot as all get out, but it was dark. And I had brought home a little stack of work that required me using Excel. And that didn’t happen so much. But I’m positive now that our power goes out way too often. Annoyingly often. Especially when our next door neighbor has lights on and I’m sitting in the dark playing Angry Birds on the hubs’ tablet while being smothered by a big deaf dog. *jealous*
- Would you believe it if I told you I haven’t taken my photo for this week’s challenge yet? I know. You believe it. (Hate the game, not the player.) The good thing is I know exactly what I want to photograph. The bad thing is I keep losing light before I can snag it. Tonight. Is. The. Night.
So next week will be a fun week. For me. For you. For everyone. Because it’s a fun week.
What all is going on?
I have no idea yet. But there will be a giveaway. Because I’m celebrating over here.
You want to know more?
Well, you’re just going to have to wait until next week.
Like I said, I ain’t got it all figured out. But I will.
Stay tuned… and Happy Friday.
The hubs has been working hard on making our backyard usable again. Which is necessary on account that the BDD pushes my blinds out of her way to look out the window which then not only shortens the life expectancy of said blinds but chips the paint off the window’s trim. No amount of shooing can keep her from doing it either. So you see, the hubs’ hard work will pay off once I can just let the beasts free in the backyard again.
And since he’s been hard at work, so have I. I’ve put in hours with him pulling nails, getting rid of trash and what not. But this past weekend, I did the biggest favor of all. I mowed the grass.
This might not seem like a big deal, but to me it is. I’ve never mowed the grass. The men in my life have always done the mowing so there’s been no need to. But if I wanted to take that picture up there, with my feet standing on a new cedar deck floor, I was going to have to mow. And since the hubs was fine letting me near the pushing mower (I might have lowered the deck on a riding mower once resulting in a fresh, curvy go-cart track through a yard. Maybe. It could be myth.), I put in my husband blockers and I went to work.
Husband blockers = Skullcandy earbuds. Believe me, you can’t hear them calling your name at all. It’s pretty fantabulous.
How hard could it be? It’s like vacuuming the yard, right? WRONG. It’s nothing like vacuuming. It can’t be done one handed. It’s so easy to leave a small strip of tall grass. It’s impossible to guide that machine over to that small strip to clip it. I did what any smart person would do: I started behind the garage where no one could see me. After about 20 minutes, I started getting the hang of it. But it’s definitely not like vacuuming.
I walked away with a sunburn (how I manage to miss sunscreening body parts, I’ll never know) and a nice-sized blister on my thumb. Trying to explain to the hubs that I have delicate lady hands was wasted breath. But after spending so much time outside, there in the open yard, I had another concern.
When I work outside, I like listen to music. Thus, the husband blockers. It makes the time go by faster and I’m not as bored with the physical labor as I would be otherwise and I don’t have to overhear any conversations that may include my name or hissing. I sing along quite often but I have perfected my earbuds-in singing voice as I usually do this at my desk at work. I have no worries about that. My random bust-a-move dancing, however, has not been perfected.
I skip through the yard, snapping my fingers to Madonna. I do my own rendition of Rhythm Nation from the shed to the house. I shake it like a Polaroid picture behind the mower thanks to OutKast. I’m a one-woman show, dancing for 15 seconds at a time, parading to a tune that cannot be heard by anyone else. I thought nothing of it until I locked eyes with a neighbor. Who was watching me.
And so now I’m concerned they think I’ve lost my marbles.
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