With the onset of fall, my brain has told my body that it's time to hibernate.
That is my most plausible excuse for my lack of posts, lately.
Just do me a favor, and go with it...Trixy agrees with my logic.
Hibernation is her favorite activity.
Is it a sign of the times, for one to sit and think "What the hell have I been doing over the last couple months?" and have to revert to the pictures on my not-a-smart phone to jog my memory?
Well, maybe so. You can thank me later for taking you with me on this photographic journey.
After 2 mornings of having to scrape the frost off the car windows, while my freshly showered hair froze solid; I hightailed it to Menard's to pick up a better scraper....and ended up coming home with this pink, plaid, prize of awesomeness:
Hibernation is her favorite activity.
Is it a sign of the times, for one to sit and think "What the hell have I been doing over the last couple months?" and have to revert to the pictures on my not-a-smart phone to jog my memory?
Well, maybe so. You can thank me later for taking you with me on this photographic journey.
After 2 mornings of having to scrape the frost off the car windows, while my freshly showered hair froze solid; I hightailed it to Menard's to pick up a better scraper....and ended up coming home with this pink, plaid, prize of awesomeness:
"Make a fuckin eye doctor appointment! Love, Mom :) "
Being the responsible, 31 year old that I am; I did as I was told. My prescription had long since expired, which prevented me from purchasing new contacts. This left me with the last pair of "2 week" ones that were over 2 years old & my gigantic Bono glasses that won't stay on my face & who's lenses appear to have a coating that is wearing off, leaving them permanently spotty looking & difficult to see through.
Is it a bad sign, when the optometrist assistant gasps when she sees the state of your glasses?
While killing time in the waiting room, I picked up the closest piece of reading material within reach, and after several minutes of flipping through, I found myself repeatedly thinking to myself "How did this happen & I haven't read about this anywhere in the news?!" Then, I flipped back to the front cover to check the date...
I wasn't sure whether to laugh & appreciate my Optometrist's sense of humor, or be very concerned at his lack of attention to detail.
My fears were confirmed when he entered the waiting room to fetch me, casually asked if I was catching up on current events; to which i answered, "Yeah, from when my parents were 'doing' it". After witnessing his puzzled expression, I explained my remark; to which he replied, "Oh. I just grabbed a few from home. I guess I should have checked the dates."
"Who keeps 30 years of Nat Geo's sitting around their house?! Is this guy a hoarder?", I thought to myself.
Regardless, of my initial panic, the rest of the visit was quick and painless. Except for the other assistant who nearly killed me with anticipation, trying to adjust the eye-air-puffer machine. It's bad enough knowing that you're going to get shot in the eye, but waiting for 10 minutes while you're in the line of fire, and the operator really seems clueless as to how to operate it; is a bit nerve-racking. I was in and out in less than 30 minutes, with a crystal clear pair of contacts.
It was like seeing a whole new world!
Regardless, of my initial panic, the rest of the visit was quick and painless. Except for the other assistant who nearly killed me with anticipation, trying to adjust the eye-air-puffer machine. It's bad enough knowing that you're going to get shot in the eye, but waiting for 10 minutes while you're in the line of fire, and the operator really seems clueless as to how to operate it; is a bit nerve-racking. I was in and out in less than 30 minutes, with a crystal clear pair of contacts.
It was like seeing a whole new world!
This is Bella.
She's my office buddy.
We have long talks about life, boys, and fuzzy balls.
Mostly she just hangs out under my desk and farts, while I pick eye goobers off her face.
It's a special relationship that we share.
We have long talks about life, boys, and fuzzy balls.
Mostly she just hangs out under my desk and farts, while I pick eye goobers off her face.
It's a special relationship that we share.
This is a lop-sided prototype for the centerpieces I'm making for the Holiday Party I'm in charge of for work, this year. My goal here was classy, yet rustic, & very, very "budget friendly". I'm changing a few things, but I still think I can keep my total cost under $3/centerpiece; which I am quite proud of.
There's a full blog post in the works w/ details of the party planning & pictures of the final set-up to share with you all. The party is about 4 weeks away, though, so be patient.
Until then the last picture I'll share is regarding my revived love of motorcycles & sidecars. This one might be the coolest one I've ever seen.
P.S. I couldn't be happier that this man is still my president.
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