Archive for March, 2008
Taking pictures was one of my favorite hobbies as a kid…then it became video. Lately, several friends and co-workers have adopted that hobby, and have re-inspired me to try still pix again.
When you think about how $100 camera fits in a pocket today ( or my phone for that matter), snapping photos should be second nature.
Sometimes we move so fast we forget to stop and see a moment for what it is. I think that was my favorite thing about it as a kid. It’s kind of like that game where you point out what you see in the clouds. Some see animals, some see faces….it’s really all about imagination anyway. A “Kodak® moment” is whatever you want it to be.
My favorite “non person pic” of the week is above. It’s an egg Jodi decorated with her name (she made one for each of us for Easter.)
I called my best friend today and we talked about all the good stuff. We both had a great Easter weekend with our families and she was ecstatic because she had just bought a new couch and chair for her new house (she’s a newlywed) and a new washer and dryer were coming in. Well I got excited as well and we spent 30 minutes on the phone discussing what each piece of furniture looked like and even visited websites to see EXACTLY what they looked like. All of it’s so exciting to me!
After we wrapped up our conversation it hit me…you know you’re growing up when…you get excited about your friend’s new washer and dryer. They are really fancy though ;o)
I better watch out or our next conversation will be about 401K’s and kids! Ahhhhh!
Today – for no apparent reason, I was near tears – for a big part of the day. And I did cry a few times.
All my life I’ve heard about people feeling depressed – because of a chemical imbalance – and not truly knowing why. I hate it. I never want to feel this way again. And yet – I feel like it might be lerking there just below the surface.
I know we all carry things – we are all ‘walking wounded”. And if we have suppressed them, they do rise up. On that you can depend.
So here I sit – blogging to just let it go, get if off of my chest. Hoping it will help. In reality, I have nothing to be sad about. So, the fact that I felt this way today makes me mad. This is my life. I don’t have time for this stuff. But – is that me supressing it?
Days like this – I go back to my motto. Dig In. Tomorrow I will start over, and dig in – all over again. Hopefully without any tears.
I find the hectic pace of plane travel is eased by “people watching.” One of my favorite pasttimes.
This weekend I had a quick trip and spent a little time in a layover at the airport.
So here is this girl sitting next to me. She calls a friend to talk about how her accounting job is going and its pressures. Trying to clarify her point, she suddenly goes into the bizarre analogy of a “zoo.” For the sake of cleaning up her words, I will refer to her main phrase as “shoveling stuff” – her actual words started with the same letters, but were a bit more profane.
Here’s how she told the story:
“Well, like -it’s kinda you know like if you were at the zoo, and your job was to shovel stuff….” ( her tone goes up at the end of each sentence)…..”And while you’re shoveling stuff, there are more animals making stuff, so all the stuff is piling up. …And by the time you finish shoveling up all the stuff for a day, you get some of the stuff on you….but your boss doesn’t really care because he expects you to shovel stuff….and I’m like telling him there’s too much stuff for one person to shovel. And while I’m shoveling all this stuff the monkeys and zebras and giraffes are still stuffing…..and the more stuff you get on you, the less other people want to help because you smell like stuff…SO, it’s been a long week of shoveling stuff and now I’m going back home to at least have three days without stuff on my hands.”
I was laughing to myself…I haven’t heard the word “stuff” (ok well actually the word was s—) that many times back to back, well,ever ! And the fact it was being told in a waiting area surrounded by passengers of all ages was hysterical to me. A woman two chairs down actually moved her two young daughters to the other side of the waiting area. Personally, I hung around for the entertainment value.
Real life is where the humor is at. Guess I’ll always think of her whenever we take the kids to the zoo.
Our Chevy is a BIG dog. A BIG boxer. And he is the typical protective pet. Sweet to us, and ferocious to others.
And for some reason he still hasn’t learned that our mail carrier isn’t going to do anything but stick a few pieces of paper in the slot and go on their merry way.
Understand that Chevy barks at anything that makes noise outside, but this is a predictable one with the same results. But for Chevy, when the unmistakable sound of the mail truck shows up, the main event has begun.
It goes something like this:
- Mail truck pulls up.
- Wild barking begins.
- Paws and nails go tearing for the door.
- More wild barking and a focused stare at the mail slot.
- Mail begins to peek through the slot with fingers quickly withdrawn.
- Chevy tears and grabs at it as though a live human hand is coming in.
- A few pieces of junk mail and the cable bill lay in shreds.
- Wild barking stops. Chevy goes back to sleep like nothing happened.
We’re adding this to the list of obedience school items. We’re fine with the protection. Just worried that a disappearing bill or two might get the lights or water shutoff. Hey at least he’s not eating Taylor or Phoebe’s baby dolls……….yet…….