i came. i saw. i ate all your cheese. photographer :: imaginary world traveler :: word guzzler :: coffee grinder :: night owl :: indie listener :: wisecracker. a little sarcastic, a tad comical...Sarcomical.
[as you'll see in the first video, lucy was mesmerized by the bread maker, and i'm not surprised, seeing as this was the first time in her six years that it's been turned on. (yes) p.s. make sure you turn up your sound.]
[a few moments later, she's still enamored...and then ENTER: the cat, who she happens to have a tenuous relationship with. oh, and at the end there? yeah, that's ricky, on my lap.]
I do not usually sound like an 80-year old lady when I open my mouth as I do at the opening of this clip.
Lucy started doing...strange things...with her ball after she saw us maneuvering it like a soccer ball to keep it away from her. I think she tried to mimic our footwork? The first time I saw her do this I laughed probably very disproportionately to how funny it actually was. Maybe you will laugh disproportionately as well. BONDING EXPERIENCE!
I do not like Rachael Ray. But my dogs love her BOOscotti cookies. Dog Bellies=FTW. Grudge Against Annoying Levels of Pep and Superfluous Hand Gestures?=FAIL.
"You're not giving away our water pick!" ... "SERENITY NOW!!!"
Sometimes there are crumbs in my toaster oven.
Ricky is mysteriously terrified of walking on the wood floor about 8.5 times out of 10.
*Don't miss the video at the VERY end of my dog that needs therapy.
Some Things I Love:
Lots of words that start with 'V'. For example...velour, vast, vanquish, velvet, vista, vampire, vilify, valiant... One of the exceptions to this rule? Vagina.
Soft, fluffy IKEA Flokati rugs. I would like to take a nap all over one. Right now.
Egyptian and other ancient art...it captivates me.
Check out some of the permanent collection features at the Met.
Little food with toothpicks in it. Preferably colored toothpicks. More preferably, green.
Friday Hot Little Number of the Week: Ryan Dimple-icious Reynolds (mrawr)
Some Things I Hate:
Jell-O with pineapple in it. Or grapes. Or oranges. Or any fruit except for the glorious strawberry.
The cars with the blinkers that go reallyreallyreallyfast! like they're on crack.
Living in a subdivision - either give me hermitage in the country or the life-buzz of city dwelling, I'm so weary of this annoying dullness.
Thinking your period has stopped for an entire day, and then realizing suddenly the next day when you get back to work from lunch that no, it has, in fact, NOT. Then you have to go into the communal "special drawer" of storage in the bathroom and steal from someone else's stash. And it's not your brand. And you really like your brand. So the afternoon kind of sucks.
This commercial. The Husband came into the room last night to find out why I was suddenly crying with accompanying sobbing noises (I'm sorry, I was a little bit tired), and all I could tell him was to rewind the television. He watched it and said "Great, thanks. That was depressing." What can I say, we're suckers for a pouty face. And then we looked at our three and he said "...and just look how YOU GUYS don't appreciate us."
Some Things I Just Don't Get:
Why so many people love Larry the Cable Guy. (On a side note, the next person I hear say "Git 'r done!" is going to get whacked by my purse, old-bitchy-lady-style.)
Why everyone in the media is suddenly acting like Anna Nicole Smith was some sort of beloved American icon who we want to obsess over a month after her death. What's with the weird montages and the emotional backstories? I know it's very sad, and I know it's a trainwreck, but haven't we already seen enough? Does her life and what she did with it really warrant all of this?
People with Micky Mouse heads on top of their car antennas.
I've shown you this before (well, not this particular video, as this just literally happened two minutes ago), but I have no idea what Lucy's problem with the stairs is when she does this. As you will see, several times all she'd have to do is just OPEN HER MOUTH and take the toy off the step, but apparently that is too, oh I don't know...SCARY. (p.s. turn on your speakers)
I'm an animal snuggler, Lover of Words and raging introvert who others often confuse for an extrovert. I'm typically caffeinated as a rule, BE IT BY BEAN OR BY LEAF.
This is the year I'll be talking a lot about my journey to grow further as a photographer, artist, music addict, YOGISTA, writer, volunteer, life adventurer, ALMOST-VEGETARIAN, runner, book devourer, knee sock connoisseur and procreator (yes, after 13 years we're finally working on that one, and it may be a more twisty path than we anticipated).
I embrace my inner geek (see: obsession with finding the perfect pen, affection for NERD GLASSES) and accept my irrational fears (see: FEET, rug bugs, outer space). I figure they balance out my super cool musical tastes, good luck in parking lots and long legs.
*Wife to 1, fur mother to 4. Future parent to severely over-photographed children.
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