Everyone has photographs of themselves that they hate. Everyone. Right? Right??
Some of us are guilty of trying to hide these photos from the light of day (untag on facebook: check, delete digital file: check, and so on) and I am just as guilty.
And the photograph below is one of those photos. I should delete it. My eyes are bloodshot and full of tears, my hair looks like it has been greased back with motor oil and don't even get me started on my teeth. But I can't. It makes me smile.
Four years ago today Mike proposed on the sandy pink beaches of Horseshoe Bay in Bermuda and I simultaneously laughed, cried and shrieked with joy.
I love you Mike-Sometimes I don't know what I did to deserve your love :)
I also love this photograph because shortly after I finally got my own Canon 5D and started my journey as a wedding photographer :)
It's the title, isn't it? The alluring title of this blog post that you brought you here? Yeah, it does sound a little disgusting, but I like to warn my readers! :)
It's been forever since my last blog post. Mainly because I was super sick. Not sick as in Oh-I-Need-Another-Cough-Drop-Yippee-I-Can-Catch-Up-On-All-My-Reality-TV-Shows sick but sick as in In-Bed-All-Day-With-103degree-Fevers-For-An-Entire-Week. But I'm all better and since I'm not an octogenarian I will stop talking about my ailments and move on to other, more lovely, topics.
It's been raining here in Santa Barbara and that means it's snail time. Well, at least in my neighborhood. The giant snails of prehistoric times flood out of nowhere and bejewel the sidewalks with their tiny iridescent shells. It's kinda hilarious actually because when I walk the dogs, their paws unknowingly kick the snails and they slide, bump and skid all over the sidewalk. A friend of mine did a house swap with a family from another country a few years ago and the foreign family was so excited by all of the fabulous escargot they found for free in the yard. I'll let you take a guess on where the family was from.
So, on to less disgusting topics. Y'all know I read like a fiend so I wanted to share the last 3 books I read this past week. Some good, some OK.
A quickie snapshot courtesy of my blackberry: (Geez, that's a horrible shot. Good thing this isn't a photoblog! ;) )
Mennonite in A Little Black Dress by Rhoda Janzen
UM, hilarious! Funny writer, as well as an excellent writer, who manages to laugh at herself during some not-so-happy situations in her life. Highly recommend this memoir!
Perfection by Julie Metz
This one bummed me out. I will say it was well written but I'm not really a fan of this memoir or infidelity stories in general. I would still recommend it, though.
Falling Home by Karen White
liked loved Sweet Home Alabama with Reese Witherspoon you will probably like love this book because they're pretty much the same. Obviously there are subtle differences, but very similar. Easy read, good story.
Alrighty then folks, I'm signing off. Happy Wednesday! :)
homemade waffles, running, organizing closets, fresh squeezed oj, finished a novel, started another, made from scratch pasta, pouring rain, doggie hugs, bike rides, being lazy with mike
How was your weekend? I'll leave you with this image, more details on that adventure soon :)
Remember in elementary school, before they handed out A's and B's and so on...when teachers would mark your skills as Very Satisfactory or Unsatisfactory? I've always had the drive to do well, so I would usually receive Satisfactory remarks...except in penmanship. I would always rip open my quarterly report card so I could silently gloat about the usual nice remarks from my teachers: "pleasant, quiet and hard worker," "highly motivated," until my eye would roam and stop on a check mark, next to, gasp, an Unsatisfactory mark.
I never understood it. I always got my point across and I thought I had wonderful handwriting. So what if the teacher thought my "W" was an "L"? (don't ask). After admitting that fact, I guess it is possible that my handwriting is unattractive. OK, actually it's horrible. So horrible in fact, if you've ever received a handwritten note from me, I'm willing to wager I had to tear up the first version and rewrite again, maybe even a third time (somewhere Mike is cringing at the thought of me wasting paper). Sometimes I leave Mike cute sticky notes around the house and half the time he'll smile and wonder "what on Earth did she mean this time?" Both my sisters have very pretty handwriting, so much nicer than mine, that they actually addressed my wedding invitations for me because, let's face it, if I had written them the guests wouldn't have made it to the ceremony.
But, after all these years, I've stopped caring about it. Everyone types these days...texts, facebooks, blogs...you can practically go an entire lifetime without actually seeing someone's handwriting. Unless you have a penpal.
I always loved the idea of penpals. A few times during elementary school, our classroom would be chosen to have a penpal from another local school or sometimes from a different state. One year I had a penpal from Japan...I thought I was so cool. I even told people on the playground that I could speak Japanese. Anyway, I digress. I even convinced my Nana to be my penpal. Even though she lived just 15 minutes away, I loved getting letters in the mail from her. She would always type her letters on a fancy, old fashioned type writer and I would illegibly scrawl something back to her and usually include a newspaper clipping about how bad the Atlanta Braves played against the New York Yankees (with the former being her favorite team).
Paula has been my "grownup" penpal since we graduated high school (you know, before facebook was invented and blogging was in vogue). I would always look forward to checking my dorm mailbox for letters from Paula, to see what was going on at her college and her dorm and what her major was like. And now we still write letters back and forth and I love it because in the midst of the texting, the blogging and the facebooking, it's nice to know people still take time out of their day to think about you. :)
Happy Groundhog's Day! I love little Punxsutawney Phil...and his irony of declaring an early spring in the midst of a blizzard.