10 a.m. on Sunday = time to take the little doggers for a walk.
Here's the link to the photo challenge if you'd like to take part.
10 a.m. on Sunday = time to take the little doggers for a walk.
Here's the link to the photo challenge if you'd like to take part.
For today, I went with an image of the most common thing I see hands doing these days. That's my husband, by the way.
Here's the link to the challenge if you'd like to take part.
This evening I went to see my niece and nephew perform in their school talent show. Both of them did a great job. My 11-year-old niece did a dance routine to the song "Barbra Streisand" by Duck Sauce. I had heard of neither the song nor the band before she asked my husband to edit the song down to 2:25.
My 6-year-old (almost 7) nephew did a light saber routine of his own choreographing to a rocked-out version of the "Star Wars" theme, which was apparently such a huge hit when he performed it at the school earlier in the day that the girls were chasing him around the playground at recess. I'm glad to see that being a dead-serious "Star Wars" fan is not a social faux pas at his age.
The talent show organizers had two genius ideas:
So it was actually pretty entertaining throughout, although they needed disclaimers on the program for the old people, e.g. "School's Out" (not Alice Cooper) and "Shake It Up" (not The Cars). That would have saved us all some disappointment.
If you feel like joining in on the photo challenge, here's the list.
I thought I'd kick-start my blogging for February by participating in this challenge I found at Suebob's Red Stapler. That's the workspace I chose at the office today.
If you'd like to participate as well:
You only wish you could sleep as deeply as Dr. Jones does.
P.S. There's still plenty of time to enter yesterday's Red Envelope giveaway, if you haven't done so.
I ran across a mention of the Passport and Reality gallery, which shows people's photos from their valid passports side-by-side with what they look like now.
I have a particularly unrepresentative passport photo from 2001 (my passport expires this summer), so I knew I had to do my own comparison.
As with most of the photos in the gallery, it doesn't even look like the same person. Of course, no one looks good with Serious Face.
Funny thing is I've already changed my hair since the "recent" photo shown above. Now my hair is medium brown with chunky blonde highlights and I've been wearing it curly. So I guess you you don't need ten years to change your look; you can do it pretty thoroughly in less than a year.
Sadly, there's only one pair of stamps in my passport, from a trip to Jamaica in 2006. When I renew it, I'm going to promise myself that I'll do more international travel in the following ten years. There are lots of places I want to go!
The other day I spent some time scrolling through my entire iPhoto collection, which gave me the opportunity to do some reminiscing. I thought it would be fun to post a few random ones that caught my eye.
Here's a snowman I made several years ago. I'm hoping I don't have the opportunity to make another one anytime soon.
This is a view from the Ferris wheel at Navy Pier in Chicago. I took a break during the BlogHer Conference in 2007 and did the ride even though I'm afraid of heights. I lived.
Isn't this a gorgeous photo? I got this Bloody Mary at LAX while I waited for a flight home. It was delicious.
A cool shot of a stormy sky from my home office window.
My sister and my niece at the Kansas City Renaissance Festival last year. We were all very cold.
One of the most charming things my cleaning lady does is to take anything tiny that I've left on the bathroom counter and line it up on the narrow windowsill.
Do I have any mixed feelings about hiring someone to clean my house? Absolutely not! It costs me $50 per visit, she comes every other week, and it's worth every penny. I still need to deep clean semi-annually yearly a few times per decade, but just having someone clean the bathrooms, floors, countertops and ceiling fan blades regularly is well worth the expense.