Hello intertubes! I don’t have TOO terribly much to say, and it’s probably a good thing as I’m pretty much all typed talked out.
There are these nagging pics on my camera that I took and want to keep, but am not really sure why and they are a bit…leftoverish.
You will now be subjected to them.
John, New Year’s Eve at our friend’s house with a blanket wrapped around him cause he was freezing to death as he didn’t wear a jacket like his smart, intelligent, always right wife told him to. It looks a bit grainy, I guess cause I took it on ISO with and he is illuminated by distant fireworks/streetlamp. Oh hell, I dunno. This new camera is still a bit of a mystery to me.
My guilty secret, hidden in my freezer. No, not the bottle of vodka. Next to it. The bag of minty good Three Musketeers bite size wonders. My reason for living through Christmas.
John is such a BIG boy! He concentrates carefully on getting two cups of coffee back to us at, yet another date at La Madeleine’s. Maybe next time we could dress up a little for our date?
More evidence of our lunch date while playing with my new camera and trying to see how clear I could get a close up shot. Well, we can clearly see that the table needs re-varnishing and a cup of coffee is $2.00! Ridiculous.
This just makes me laugh. Tell me the truth. If this didn’t have “Media Mail” stamped all over it, wouldn’t it look just like one of those packages of cocaine, or weed you see on TV that the cops are always finding in door panels of cars coming over the border? I left it sitting in the car seat while we were eating breakfast at afore mentioned restaurant and half expected to see a cop peering in at it when we came out.
Just to prove what a good, kind, loving, adequate pet owner I am I have given our ancient cat her own heat lamp. It shines on nothing but her 13 year old body. She loves me best.
Gratuitous cat pic. Again, I love that ISO setting! She looks as if she’s deciding between a nap and a long hot bath with one of those books… Oh, wait a minute, that was me.
Her other favorite place to hang out. As long as there’s a jacket or something to curl up in…
I’ve been trying to get a good shot of the wall treatment I recently finished in my bathroom. The wall paper was HORRIBLE, straight out of the mid ’80’s. I took some drywall compound and textured right over it with a wide putty knife and then, when it dried, (just a few hours), I held up a stencil of a fleur di lis and swiped more compound over it. Then, just lifting the stencil off leaves a raised fleur di lis.
After that Mither came to visit and we painted it light lavender and finished it off with a dark purple glaze for that aged look I don’t want on my face but, for some reason, think is good on the walls. Oh and then I silver leafed the fleur di lis. AND if all that fleur di lis stuff wasn’t enough pretentious French talk, I then said, “VOILA!”
Here’s a close up of a…fleur. heh
And here is my guilty secret. The strip of wall paper that I didn’t get done, below the mirrored cabinet and above the backsplash. I didn’t notice it until I sat down on the… well, you know… where you sit when you go into a bathroom… I don’t go in there much as it’s the guest bath. Anyway, the wallpaper looks like someone got drunk and threw up many, many different colors of paint all over the walls. It was BAD. I sat down on that same, er, receptacle to take the pic and you can se the top of my head in the mirror.
OK, where I was just sitting to take that last shot.
HEY, MY PANTS WERE UP!