Sitting here all haggard and bleary-eyed after a serious lack of sleep. A certain dog whose initials are Guinness was having some kind of issue that meant she paced or walked in circles all night. She was still doing it this morning, but now seems to be okay. I’ll keep an eye on her today, just in case. What I don’t get is: WHY do dogs always get actin’-crazy-sick in the middle of the night, forcing a refrain of emergency vet? wait it out? emergency vet? wait it out? to run through people’s minds for hours when they should be sleeping?
Guinness’s ordeal gave me time to look over some of my favorite photos and think of some of my favorite moments from last week. Even though I was sick most of the week (nobody took me to the emergency vet, either), it was still a good time.
This is just a photo I took while I was downtown watching the mad rush at the post office on tax day. Houston is a fun city to shoot at night, because though we have skyscrapers, there’s lots of space between them.
It was a week of wonderful things for some friends. venusunfolding moved into his new home with Matt. I’m looking forward to photos as they get settled in. And I’m wondering if our torrential rainstorms over the weekend made their move a soggy adventure.
davidpnyc finished his MFA thesis! One day I’m sure I’ll be buying the novel that will come out of it. Congratulations again, David.
I really like this photo that I shot at Green Acres. It’s mother, son, and grandbaby sitting on the swing. Jess is holding Lynne’s parasol over her and Lila. It’s a sweet moment to have captured from a distance.
My Barbie Easter photo shoot was also done at Green Acres. This photo is probably my favorite. I could have taken dozens of great shots in Lynne’s gorgeous yard, but the sun was fierce so I had to escape to the shade.
If last week’s phone call with my sister had me giggling, it’s another phone call that still cracks me up because of where I was when it took place. Normally I don’t keep my phone with me at the gym, but I was expecting a call from Tim. Instead, I ended up in a tantalizing conversation with a friend about a new Someone Special in his life. Fortunately, nobody else was in the locker room, so I got to ask all the nosy questions I wanted to–and nobody saw me with a phone in the steam room.
Lucky for y’all, there are NO photos of me at the gym.
I did get a shot I like of all fourteen of The Compound’s Mattel Top Models. It’s a contrast to a bizarre postcard I got from my friend James that he picked up at what he called a “hip restaurant in Phoenix.” I don’t even know how to describe the postcard photo: I guess Barbie-as-lab-specimen. Creepy and funny.
Lately, all I want to do is sew for these Top Model dolls. It’s very relaxing. However, I DO have an idea for a new novel. It’s going to be something different for me, and all week long, I was mentally writing and rewriting my first paragraph and figuring out my characters’ backstories. I think I’m ready to start writing it this week. Wish me luck!
Sunday after the gym, I needed to pick up something at Texas Art Supply. I was really focused on what I was looking for, so I was only vaguely aware of a man in the next aisle suggesting something to do or buy, then I heard his female companion shoot him down with, “Or not!” Boy, that sounds just like a conversation between Tom and me, I thought. Then I rounded the corner and it was Tom and Lindsey. It was a total coincidence that they were there with Rhonda looking for a crafts project for the afternoon.
I’ll let Lindsey and Rhonda decide if they want to publish photos of their clay creations. Tom ended up with a polar bear, a seal, and a mermaid. Most people know that I haven’t been a big fan of the mermaid since Disney’s Ariel. Don’t worry. You’ll never hear me say she SENDS THE WRONG MESSAGE TO CHILDREN, ’cause you know I despise that phrase. She just sent the wrong message to ME, so suck it, Ariel. You are bear and seal food.
I got my own little craft project done, then it was fun to hang out with The Brides, Tom, Tim, and all the dogs. Sugar and Rex played hard. Even Margot seemed to have a good time.
Since Sugar Mondays seem to have gone the way of Dash Haiku, here’s a photo I got for her fans of Sugar peeking around the table at me. She seems a little concerned. I don’t know. Maybe she’s a Mermaid Advocate?
“Even though I was sick most of the week (nobody took me to the emergency vet, either), it was still a good time.” *grin*
I do so love these snippets of your thoughts – so varied and random but all tied up neatly together.
Hope Guinness is okay!
Thanks!
However, I DO have an idea for a new novel.
YAY!!!!
=)
Don’t worry. You’ll never hear me say she SENDS THE WRONG MESSAGE TO CHILDREN,
You mean you don’t think “change everything about yourself to get a man” is the right message?
I’m crazy, huh?
Diet Coke = the nectar of the gods…
Lila’s reaction was funny.
I need a print of that picture of us in the swing. It is great. Thanks.
You’re welcome. I need to get myself to Snapfish for you, pronto. Although you know I crop most of my favorite photos. I wonder how they’ll print?
Thanks, Becky! I’m so glad it’s done. Now I can catch up on important things, like American Idol and Dancing with the Stars. 🙂
I’m still laughing from the other night, too. If I had known before hand that you would be in a steam room when I called I would have set my own phone to vibrate. LOL
Good luck with the new writing project!
Thanks!
You’re my one-and-only steam room with a guy experience. 😉 Well, if you discount the one in THE DEAL, and even then, Tim wrote that one (including one of my favorite lines: It’s foggier than a Woody Allen movie in here.)
Bonus! You were in there with TWO guys – me plus the one I was telling you about. 🙂
You do realize I’ll be expecting to see a photo when the time is right.
Oh…alright. 🙂
I could have slept in until 10:00 or 10:30 ___ unfortunately Mlle Renee keeps waking me at 6:15. YAWN!
Then I hope she at least doesn’t force you to stay up to watch late-night talk shows because she has a crush on Jimmy Fallon or something.
I would if I could, but I’m lucky I get through the news at ten.
At least she stopped for a two hour nap this p.m. I would have napped for the full two hours too, but her snoring kept waking me up.
However, I DO have an idea for a new novel. It’s going to be something different for me, and all week long, I was mentally writing and rewriting my first paragraph and figuring out my characters’ backstories. I think I’m ready to start writing it this week. Wish me luck!
That’s GREAT!! I look forward to it.
Thanks!
I never create anything. Feel free to post my cuddly bear that will eat your face.
I keep waiting for YOU to show him off! I haven’t checked him today. I wonder if he’s dry.
I wonder if he still has his head.
The return of dash Haiku
he wrote this hopped up on latte’s at Starbucks with a certain southern Barbie girl in mind
No haiku for becks
working hard in the ghetto
heaven, a sin away
I’m going to have to bring it back … that dog has talent.
Oh come on, that’s funny!
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It’s the Comeback Kid–and he’s quoting obnoxious songs.
So sad.
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For cereal Becks? He worked so hard on that ,counting syllables on his little paws…
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HA!
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Oh, laugh now. One day I’ll find a way to repay you for all your cruelties, Endora Joan.
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Coming from Satan’s Meme Minion, I must say again, HA!
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Yes… it is… sorry, Becky, but it is.
OH. Lookit you with your slipping in the guilt trip for the death of Sugar Mondays. I see how you operate.
But we did have a rather fun Sunday didn’t we? Sigh… I love craft hour.
Ha! That was no guilt trip. That was just my way of ending a post with some doggy sweetness.
That was no guilt trip.
Please. Alabama women are masters of the guilt trip. I know, I was raised by one.
Do you remember Jess’ line?
“Pack your bags boys. We’re going on a guilt trip.”
I DO remember that when he takes that trip, it’s with Ms. Rush-Rush. =)