Tag, you’re it, or maybe you’re not it.
Now THIS is how you answer questions when you get tagged…wish I were this brilliant.
Any who…no new photos to post today. I did take another one of Daphne that was pretty darn cute, but since I promised no more cat photos, I’m not sure what to do. Oh wait, we went to renew our passports, and I figured since I can sometimes take a purty picture, I should be able to handle a passport photo. Liz LOVES her photo. I know…they’re boring, and since we spent all day running errands, this is what I have for the day. Not glamorous, not fun, just Jeremy and Liz.
EDIT: For anyone needing to acquire a passport, the US Department of State provides guidelines for producing High Quality passport photos here. And I know the photos are boring, but I encouraged the subject to have a natural expression, just like the guidelines recommend.
Ok, I’ll play along
I’ve been tagged three times now, once by Zee and once by Julie, and now by Nancy. However, even though I’ve been tagged by three people, I am just going to come up with seven random/weird facts. Hope this doesn’t make me come across as a sour apple. Here we go.
Here are the “rules” I am supposed to follow:
* Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.
* Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself.
* Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
* Let each person know that they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
Seven Random and/or Weird Facts about Me.
1. Not so random, or weird, I suppose, but I LOVE Ice Cream. I grew up in an “ice cream town” and now that I can’t get my beloved Blue Bell any longer, I’ve been making my own.
2. My 2nd toe is longer than my big toe. My mother always told me that this meant I was going to be the head of the household when I grew up. I’m not really sure if there was ever any research done on this, or if she has anything to back up her story. My future mother in law tells me that I have Morton’s Toe, which after reading the first few lines of the Wiki, it appears that I have a foot disorder, and it’s an evolutionary throwback to my tree grasping monkey predecessors. It was also the idealized form for the sculpture in Ancient Greece. That seems an accurate description of me. Thanks FMIL. Here are some other interesting things about people’s toes…definitely worth a read. Glad to know that I have werewolf potential. Hopefully I will be able to use the cool werewolf skills some day.
3. I don’t really like sharing stuff like this with complete strangers. I normally consider myself a fairly private person. I do realize, however that by blogging, and by signing up for things like NaBloPoMo, that I am going to have a lot of people I don’t know visiting my little place here on the internet.
4. I am a world class drummer in my own mind. I played percussion from Junior High all the way through my first two years of college. I love music, and have a nice collection of tunes on my 30GB iPod. If I go to a concert of an artist I like, and the drummer stinks, it kind of ruins from the whole experience for me. I shouldn’t be so negative.
5. I am madly in love with Liz. This isn’t really random or weird, I just want the whole world to know. I love even just the thought of spending my whole life with her. She loves her Diet Cokes.
6. I had “surgery” on both of my big toes when I was in junior high because I had ingrown toenails. When I was done, I walked into the neighboring room and they had to put my mother on oxygen because the sight of my inflamed toe made her sick. After one of the procedures, my dad took me to a monster truck rally at the Astrodome in Houston. I have no memory of who “won” that night, whether it was Grave Digger or Bigfoot.
7. I (seem to)have really great luck selling things on Craigslist. When Liz and I moved in together, I put most of my things up on Craigslist and they were gone within 24 hours, and some things I got more money for them than I was asking. I didn’t feel like I was giving things away for way less than they were worth or anything. Liz can’t seem to sell anything she’s put up on Craigslist. I had a whole team of firefighters show up to my house to pick up an area rug to take back to their fire house. I guess the only advice I could give to anybody selling anything is to put up really good pictures of things (pasting the HTML of pictures from flickr is a great way to list good full size clear photos rather than using the Craigslist upload tool). This may not even be a weird phenomenon, but it just seems strange to me that there are that so many people out there trolling for a $25 coffee table, or willing to pay $100 for somebody’s 7 year old used mattress.
Now here’s where it gets tricky. I’m not going to find 7 new people, I don’t want to torture them. It was an interesting exercise, though.
Pretty in Pink
After we brought Liz home last week, and we put her to bed to sleep off the pain medication and anesthesia, her dad and I went on a grocery and flower buying expedition. My folks also chipped in; we had a whole room full of flowers and balloons once Liz woke up. She was so happy to see all these things from the people in her life that care about her the most.
Homer (her dad) picked out this beautiful Orchid for her. I thought I’d put up a couple shots, so they could see how the flower is doing. Her dad really wanted to get something that would remind her of them.
We inherited a few plants from our friends Mary and Scott last year, and we haven’t managed to kill those yet, so hopefully this flower won’t be any different.
Don’t leave home without it
One thing to remember when using a digital camera is that you need a memory card. Word to the wise, don’t take your camera to work to show off your fancy new toy just to leave your memory card at home so no body can see the results or how the thing actually works other than to stand there and say, ooh…ahh…where’s the picture?
The fall colors are fading fast, and with the storm that is blowing in tomorrow, I suspect that most of the leaves will be gone from the trees. Because it has been so terribly dry here in northern Virginia, we did not get a lot of color this year, but a few of the trees around here are just beautiful. One thing you don’t get growing up in Texas like I did is seasons. It just goes from hot, to hotter, to when is this heat going to end, and then it’s not so bad for a couple months just to start the process all over again. So that’s one very nice thing about living in Northern Virginia is the change that happens every year. I would guess that we won’t see any warmer weather until things come to life next year, and I get to start a new part of my life with the beautiful, wonderful, amazing Liz.
On the balcony:
From the balcony:
