Just Something To Make You Smile

I couldn't come up with anything to blog about, so here's a pretty picture. NaBloPoMo will NOT defeat me this year!

Please Step Back and Stand Against the Blue Sheet

One of the greatest things in the world is having a good license picture. A good license picture is a rare thing - like a unicorn - and when you finally have one, you treasure it. At least that's how I felt about my old license picture (above).

My license expires tomorrow, so I went to get it renewed today on my lunch break. While the picture above is not the best picture ever taken of me, it is, at least, entertaining. When I went to get my license last time, the state trooper I got was in a good mood. Or rather, a Fantastic mood. He was cutting up and joking during our whole 10 minutes together. Hence why I'm laughing in my photo. This was the 4th take (at his insistence) - he wanted me to be laughing in my photo.

I was, somewhat foolishly hoping, that today's experience at the DMV would be just as entertaining as the last. I was wrong. The girl working the camera looked like she really wanted to be somewhere else and didn't have a good sense of humor. I tried real hard to have another fun picture, but alas, she made me retake my photo until it was something akin to a mugshot. Oh well.

At least they let me keep my old license.

And Now For Something Completely Different

Sorry it came in so small - if you click on it it'll bring up a bigger image.

Today, I . . .

+ am worrying about events in future that I can't control.

+ have motivation until the sun goes down. Daylight Savings Time is really messing my productivity levels after work.

+ am tired of being a responsible adult. I wish that I could go back to being a child somedays, just so I wouldn't have anything to stress about. I also wish that I could hide in my bed for a few days or pitch a big enough temper tantrum that someone else would take care of everything.

+ know that I can't hide from my responsibilities and need to just suck it up and deal with life.

+ have developed the lovely habit of clinching my jaw til my teeth hurt when I'm stressed or angry. I need to stop this because I am a very high strung person.

+ am starving but I don't have a "taste" for anything in particular - aka the "funries."

+ slept incredibly well last night and only worked a half day, so I'm in a pretty good mood (despite my earlier bullet points).

Curious, Isn't It?

Two years ago, Mark gave me a really nice photo printer. As y'all know, I love to take pictures. So this was a perfect gift for me.

I had plans to try to sell photos in my etsy shop. The other day, I went to print some out for a friend and I discovered that I have misplaced the cables for the photo printer. I know they moved with me, as I printed some photos for Gumbo's birthday in April. I just have no idea where I put them.

I'm incredibly anal about organization. Unfortunately, I my organizational system only makes sense to me. To me, its very logical, but apparently not to everyone.

Nonetheless, the other day when I went looking for the cables in filing cabinet (filing cabinets are in offices, as are computers, hence computer supplies would be stored there). But, alas, they weren't there. So I checked the next logical place - with my photography stuffs. Nope. No luck. So I proceed to go through the bookcases, bags, boxes, and other nooks and crannies in Matthias'/my crafting room. No luck.

So, in my slight frenzy, I move to the next logical place - the kitchen pantry. Somehow this was logical to me. I've checked in every cabinet, the fridge, the freezer, and on top of the fridge. Still no luck.

I've torn up the living room, the bathroom, my bedroom, and my closet, and still no luck. I'm at a loss. Matthias and I are the only ones that live here. I KNOW he doesn't have it and that he hasn't moved it. So, it comes down to just me. And I have no idea what I could have done with them.

So, if you have any crazy suggestions of where I could have stuck them, please let me know. I'm gonna tear the house up if I can't find them soon!

Body Image

I found a good picture of me (and Billy Mays) from Halloween!

One thing that's been weighing on my mind lately is my body image. I'm 5'3" (on a good day). My measurements are roughly 36-26-34; I wear somewhere between a 2 - 4. I have no idea how much I weigh. I refuse to get on a scale because I know it'll depress me.

Normally, I feel good about my size - I'm curvy but not pudgy. This is mainly based on the size of my clothes. But when I see a picture of myself, I feel like a whale. Like one of those sad girls that doesn't realize that's she not skinny anymore. Even in the picture above, all I can focus on is the way my stomach looks. To me, I look sloppy in the picture.

Me being the over-thinker that I am, try to rationalize and come up with the truth about how I look. I know that in pictures, I look like a whale, but based on things like my clothing size I'm petite. It bothers me. I know that I've gained weight since my divorce - but I don't know if its weight from being happy (stress makes me loose weight oddly enough) or if its weight from changing birth control or if its weight from a change in my life style. Or if its a combination of all three. I don't eat that much and I eat fairly well, so dieting isn't really gonna help. I know exercise would help, but I stay pretty busy, so working it into my schedule is huge challenge.

I know this is a problem that all of deal with - society puts a lot of pressure on women to look perfect. I obsess about parts of my body that I never would have thought of before (like my back and ankles). I guess what bothers me so much about this is that for the most part I am happy with my body - as long as I don't see any pictures of myself.

Maybe I just take bad photos . . .

Day One

So, the beginning of November marks the beginning of NaBloPoMo. And I, being the brave person that I am, am going to try to do it this year. I did it successfully last year, but I was off by 2 days.

So, last night was Halloween. This was the first year that I've dressed up in years. I was a flasher. I had on a skirt and shirt that said "Boobs" underneath a trench coat. Whenever someone came up to me to ask what I was, I'd flash them! So much fun. I know there are a few good pics out there in internetland, so as soon as they appear on Facebook, I'll post one here.

At the top is the wonderful P and his Flaming Cod Piece of Doom! I spent the better part of last week constructing the cod piece. I think it came out rather well.

How was your Halloween?