I’m not particularly traditional, so you won’t find me proposing on February 29th. I don’t really believe in marriage as it’s currently socially defined and all that jazz. Are there any other traditions? Or is this just another day in a long line of days….
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Oh look, a quiz.
| This Is My Life, Rated | |
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| Mind: |  7.5 |
| Body: |  7 |
| Spirit: | 7.9 |
| Friends/Family: |  5.1 |
| Love: |  2.9 |
| Finance: | 6.3 |
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Project 365 – an underwhelming beginning.
I am taking pictures, I promise. I’m just not taking pictures every day – and some of them are quite awful as I get used to settings other than “auto” and “picture stabilization” modes. Toward that end, here are three shots from last week.
I did decide to post them all once a week – and to crosspost here and on my Flickr account. However, it’s projects like this that really call my “timeless” nature into focus – I simply don’t realize how much time has passed.
Spend a Big Company’s Money for them**
Through February 29th, Barilla will donate $1 to America’s Second Harvest for every cookbook downloaded (**up to 100,000 downloads).
Download it here and expect a cook-along or three from me from this book.
I do wish they had a counter showing how many downloads had already happened..
Shopping Frustrations.
Today, I walked into a store with every intention of buying a light, springy skirt and heels to go with it. I walked out of the store disturbed and headachey.
There were no skirts in the store. At all. A rack of fugly formal dresses on clearance, but not.one.skirt.
??!!??
I thought This can’t be right and walked back to the front of the store and walked past every rack. Pants, jeans, capris, yoga pants, I don’t WANT any of that, I want a skirt and heels. I’m sick of jeans and work uniforms and tennies.
And then I left – with the promise that I won’t be back to that store again.
Contact info update
I’ve been having problems with normal emails getting trapped in my webhost’s spamcatcher so I’m moving to gmail.
If you’ve sent an email to me in the last week or so, please forgive my lack of response and hit the “contact me” button at the top to resend.
Thanks everso!
The Devil is in the Details
I have a new camera. I have a new camera. I have a NEW CAMERA!!!!
Everyone snoopydance with me now.
All done? Okay.
So, I decided I wanted to do Project 365. Post a picture a day. Only, do I post the SOOC shot, do I resize and give it a GIMP-over? What?
I am having entirely too much fun carrying this camera with me everywhere.
Well hello there, you curvaceous cutie!
You sure have come a long way in the last few years, huh? Listen, thanks for not exploding when my blood pressure took off. Hell, thanks for not exploding during that last month of pregnancy. It really means a lot to me that you were able to keep it together through all that neglect. And I know, I know – I need to start taking vitamins again. But can I have props for at least remembering to take our daily meds?
I want you to know that I really don’t expect you to look a certain way anymore (although I really wish that I had THIS attitude back when a quarter could bounce off our ass and make change). I know that the off-the-shelf clothes don’t really fit properly, and I’m sorry about that. Clothing manufacturers have to hit a sort of size range, and well….with a waist that is 7 inches smaller than your hips, nothing is really going to really work.
The way I see it, there are only a few things we need to work on. That whole not-sleeping thing we’ve got going on? Yeah, we need to fix that the rest of the way. It’s time to wrap the brain around a bathing suit – we promised the kids we’d go to the beach this year. And really, truly – it’ll be OK if we leave the majority of the books in the van instead of carrying them around all.day.long. Also? How about if we work on that whole “priorities” thing? You know – schoolwork THEN the google reader.
One last thing: You were a huge asshole when you were fourteen. Your daughter is a huge asshole now that she’s fourteen. You got over it (for the most part), so will she. A panic attack every time she pitches a fit really is overkill.
This is my contribution to BlogHer’s Letter to my Body campaign.
What not to Do: Valentine’s Edition
Stuffed animals. Holiday chocolate. (I know you think I’m breaking girlcode here, but please note I said HOLIDAY chocolate. It’s too sweet and generally nasty. General rule of thumb – if you can find it in a drugstore or low-end grocery? just say no.) Mass-produced card with pre-expressed sentiment. Expensive dinner out because it’s Valentine’s Day and that’s what you *do* on Valentine’s Day. Flowers. (Hello there allergies!)
Got it?
Now can we please move from the nauseating pepto pink and manufactured sentiment to the innocent pastels of Easter?
Dear Emily,
Upgrading breaks your permalinks. Please remember to fix them immediately the next time you do a bleary-eyed upgrade at 3am. Otherwise people can’t read your individual posts or comment.
Love,
Emily