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Before your special day is over…
Happy birthday, dogrl! Mmmmmm, giant birthday cake!
See you in a few days, Lisa!
Anyway, it TASTED good
Tim tried to warn me when we were in the grocery store. Those aerosol cans aren’t easy to control, he said. But did I listen? No. I was pressed for time. I went for the quick solution.
Here’s Rex sneering at my efforts. Or because he couldn’t do a taste test.
Lavender Tuesday: for no apparent reason
Lavender’s green, dilly, dilly, Lavender’s blue,
If you love me, dilly, dilly, I will love you.
Let the birds sing, dilly, dilly, And the lambs play;
We shall be safe, dilly, dilly, out of harm’s way.
Traditional English folk song
Monday morning you sure look fine
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.
Lila looks like quite the little rock star in these glasses that the Easter bunny brought her. Lynne got some great photos of Lila eating her chocolate rabbit, but my favorite image of the day was when Lila got her first swallow of a Diet Coke. Her eyes got all big, she immediately wanted more, and Laura shook her head and said, “Crack in a bottle.” We Southern girls do love our Coke, and after all, Lila’s grandmother was born in Atlanta, home of Coca Cola.
Tax day and other things
I’m thinking I might live. I was able to eat two things Friday, plus I went to the gym. Tons of thunderstorms rolled through from the afternoon until nearly midnight. Rex and Margot: not happy. Guinness: thinks eating could be a great cure for foul-weather fears.
Another tax day has come and gone, and even though I didn’t feel so great, I couldn’t resist going to the downtown post office to see the last-minute filers on Wednesday night. However, for the first time ever, I couldn’t get NEAR the post office, even though I left the house well before eleven.
A man and his dog
All politics aside and photographically speaking, I love this White House photo from Pete Souza.
Hugh Hefner, eat your heart out
Saturday evening, I began to think about Easter dresses, maybe because it’s been ten thousand years since I was forced lucky enough to pose for photos like these:
The Easter Bunny has made an appearance on this LJ before, and I decided to break out my needle and give him a reason to come back. Or six reasons, really.
For a look at the individual frocks designed by Becks and other Easterish shots, as well as to be up-to-date with my Top Models’ names (to differentiate them from look-alikes you may have seen on other designers’ LJs), check out the full photo set at Flickr.
Oh, and the Top Models want to remind you that although they chose other shoes for their photo shoot, white footwear is perfectly acceptable now that Easter has passed.
Crazy little thing called love
Congratulations, Bill and Jim, on your tenth anniversary. Ten years together and committed and your relationship STILL hasn’t managed to destroy the marriages of any of your straight friends.
Slackers.
It’s not easy being one.
As I mentioned, Miss Lila turned one on March 29, but she didn’t celebrate the occasion with her public until April 4. Tom and I were lucky enough to get invited to this event. Unfortunately, I committed a faux pas by aligning myself with the paparazzi. Lila immediately expressed her displeasure and spent the rest of the evening making sure that in every shot I got, I captured her serious side. She doesn’t want anyone thinking she’s one of those vacuous socialites always getting their faces and other body parts plastered on the tabloid covers.
She has things to read and places to go.
She has fashion choices to make.
There are culinary matters that require her attention.
And maybe, just maybe, if she has time, she might give me a hint of her smile.
