Category: Photos

I'm not a fan of phones. I'd really much prefer to be emailed. Texting is my second choice. Actually talking, well, let's make it brief.

My desk phone at the office mainly serves as an extra clock. I have my voicemail recordings emailed to me, so it's very seldom that I even pick up the handset. I think the whole concept of a desk phone is probably headed the way of the home landline—and for the same reason.

In case you're interested, the iPhone app I used today is called Halftone.

P.S. If the makers of Aveeno are wondering whether it was worth it to give away their product at BlogHer a couple of years ago, the photo above is evidence of a resounding, "Yes!" I am completely sold on their lotion and I have been purchasing it ever since, both for my office and for home. My hands are mummy-dry and I'm very sensitive to perfumes in lotions. Their lotion is truly fragrance free and works wonderfully for me.

This morning the boss brought in warm peanut butter cookies with (Dove?) chocolate hearts melted onto the tops. They were amazing. They were also the only heart-shaped things I noticed today, so I'm glad I took a photo.

Tonight my husband surprised me with a dozen red roses while I was cooking dinner. We stayed in, had spaghetti, salad, garlic bread, cheesecake and sparkling wine, and watched the latest Russell Peters comedy special on Netflix. It was a very pleasant way to spend Valentine's Day.

I had a hard time choosing which image to use for this challenge. I went with this one because it's a glimpse at the things I hang on the wall of my dressing room solely for my own enjoyment.

On the bulletin board you'll see some autographed posters, a vision board from a couple of years ago, every conference badge I've ever had, and some miscellaneous postcards I like. Oh, and the Weekly World News "Frog Baby Born in Kansas" issue, which I naturally had to frame.

Hanging on the door is a poster I had printed with all of my Facebook friends (at the time). My rule for adding friends on Facebook is that I have to have met you, read your blog for a while, etc. No strangers, is what I'm saying. So looking at this poster every morning and evening makes me really happy. It's such a fun reminder of all the people in the world that I care about and vice versa. 

I actually had a photo shoot yesterday to get new headshots for my social media profiles, but because the implication of today's photo challenge is that you are to take a photo of yourself, I used Instagram to capture what I looked like today.

I almost never wear my glasses, but my left eye has been bugging me so I figured I could use a break from my contact lenses today. I also decided to take a break from smiling, despite the fact that smiling's my favorite.

If you want to see my new profile photos, feel free to look for my LinkedIn account, Pinterest, etc. They're out there!

The front door of my house is incredibly boring, so instead here's the front door to my office. If I'd known the fingerprint scanner would be placed to the left of the door, I wouldn't have scanned my right hand. Fortunately it's only necessary to scan your finger for entry outside of business hours.

I don't know about everyone else participating in this photo challenge, but this topic made me think, "Shut the front door!" all day long.

We didn't have any sun today, so I decided to post a photo from a month or so ago of Trillian recharging her feline batteries in the sunlit window.

I have a cool, faux black leather trench coat that I wear when the weather isn't too bad. It has a bazillion of these buttons: a long row up each cuff and lots of them in front. They fall off constantly.

Any time I'm wearing the coat, I have to attune my bat senses to the faint "clink" of a metal button hitting the floor. At any given time, I have at least one of these buttons in my purse and a couple more scattered between my office and home desks, all waiting to be sewn back on when I get out my mending kit.

It's still a rad coat, though. Especially if you don't know I got it at Hot Topic. Heh.

When my husband ordered a slice of the "Delight" pizza, thick crust, the cashier paused a moment and asked if he had ever ordered it before. When the answer was no, he explained that it was about an inch thick with another inch of toppings. It sounded like a warning.

My husband went ahead and ordered it and it certainly was impressive, but nothing he couldn't handle.