I'm blaming everything on the lack of sun.
Once summer is here, we'll do more stuff. Once summer is here, I'll feel better. Once summer is here, I'll have something to write about. Summer summer summer...
Yesterday Chloe and I were talking about weddings, and she was absolutely appalled that I didn't want flower girls in mine. "Why do I need flower girls, Chloe?" I asked.
"Because it's what you do at weddings!"
Well excuse me! I think she just wants to be a flower girl...but that's not on my radar quite yet...
Well, okay, theoretically it is, but for all practical purposes, it's not.
Lilli and Lauren spent pretty much the whole weekend taking pictures of themselves. They spent hours in the bathroom, gussying and painting and dying hair, hours in the woods posing in the rain, and hours on myspace, posting hundreds of pictures. I'm glad they have so much fun together, but I hope they will learn to look past the reflection in the mirror.
After the dying extravaganza, I did find a streak of dye on my favorite sweat pants. My fault...I left them on the bathroom floor. But I don't mind the streak, mainly because the dye coordinates with the pants. Nothing adds character to pants quite like a streak of dye on the hip or a splash of paint on the leg--frayed hems and worn knees. I love it. New jeans are not my thing.
Yesterday, Paul, Chloe, Nicholas and I were at Barnes & Noble, looking at...books. We were teasing each other, and I said, "Kids, your dad is a dork!"
Paul replied with, "Kids, your........Heather...is a dork." Your Heather.
What am I to them? Their Heather? I'm not their stepmom quite yet, but I'm more than just a family friend. What do they think when they think of me? They reply in kind when I tell them I love them, they cuddle with me and show genuine affection, but they're cuddly kids anyway. What is really going on in their little heads?
These aren't troubled thoughts...just curiosities.
You've made it through my meanderings so far--congratulations on the quality of your attention span! Now, take a moment and look to the sidebar on the right. See that image of a pocket watch? It's a link. Click on it after you've finished reading this page.
A few weeks ago, I decided to do a photo a day project for the next 12 months. I thought it would be a good thing to focus on. It would make me pay attention to how time was passing and to remember a part of each day.
But, I'm having a hard time. Some days I just don't see anything. Some days I forget. This results in photos of the pepper and my glasses. Exciting, I know. I even messed up last Sunday! There's no post.
I could give up, but I don't want to. I need to stick to something.
So help me out! What should I capture with my crappy iPhone photographs? What do you want to see?
Go take a look, and either criticize me for my mundane stupidity, or think I'm brilliant. Whatever--at the end of the day it, just like this blog, is for me and only me.
Happy Tuesday/Monday everybody...