Archive for May, 2009

A Glimpse into the Mind…

I should be packing. Though packing is the bane of my existence, and just thinking of that action causes my brain to melt down into a puddle of goo, just so I don’t have to face the horrible stabbing death that is packing.

So let me share with you what happens when my brain shuts off… Among my errands today, I dropped my car off for an oil change and a tire rotation. When I was forced to get new tires or fail inspection in a few months, I was told to come back within 5,000 miles and I’d get a free rotation. So, fearful of what would happen after 5,000 miles, I went in. I was actually proud of myself, since I was at a not-very-close 4,756 miles.

While rummaging in my wallet for my free oil change card, I noticed that my social security card seemed awful thin. It took a second, but then I realized it was so thin because I usually had my license in front of it. I started panicking and perhaps swearing a little, and I got a free oil change, even though I didn’t find my card. (Bonus points for being crazy!) But that still left the problem of where my license was.

I tried retracing my steps in my head while Ethan and I walked across the street for lunch. My first theory was that when I took my license out to buy car insurance this week, I must have put it back with my checkbook. I was full of relief, until I looked there and couldn’t find it.

Then I remembered that I used it to cash a check on Saturday. Oh yay! But that would mean I left it at the bank, and the teller there wasn’t too bright. So he probably threw it away. By now I’m full of rage and indignation and ready to call the bank and yell at them, only I can’t find my cell phone. Dammit, I probably left that in the car.

Ethan and I begin walking back to the shop, and my thoughts of righteous hellfire being rained down upon the bank were interrupted by the realization that, oh yeah, I gave my license to John to hold onto while we went out.

Yeah…. Sorry about that, bank.

And as an added bonus, the moment Ethan and I settled in at the garage, my purse started ringing. My phone had been in there the whole time, and John was calling to let me know he found my license.

Psycho Elf

Why yes, I have been going off the pop-art deep end, but that’s what happens when I learn how to do something! This picture is from Ethan’s first Christmas, and he is wearing Auntie Paula’s glasses. Somehow, I don’t think he noticed much.

Manchester NH


I’ve been a very bad blogger as of late. But I do have, er, an excuse. You see, I’m moving in a week. Actually, I’m starting the moving process in less than a week. And until then, I won’t have internet access half the time. And I won’t have time half the time. 😛

On the bright side, once I do finish moving, I will have a screened-in porch where I can chill out and work on my blog. And other stuff. (I do still have to write a play as well…though thankfully that’s not due ’till September.)

Target date for regular posts will be June 1st. Until then, there shall be more infrequent updates.

Though, lucky for Ethan, I have recently uploaded just about every picture from his first four years of life onto my handy external hard drive. Including the prerequisite naked bath/potty pictures. Though I’ll save those for when he turns 13 or so. Since he’ll be taller than me by the time he’s 8 or 9, I’ll need something in my arsenal.

Exposed Face

So, what do you do when I take an overexposed picture? Practice thresholding!

Museum of Fine Art, Boston MA

Little Wacko

So I’m putting Ethan to bed tonight, and we make a deal. If he can get down to his underwear by the time I finish getting his clothes, he can have some fruit snacks. He’s almost got his pants off when I come back in, and he keeps trying to get me to leave the room so he can win the game.

Finally, he looks at me and shouts, “BEGONE!”

Didn’t quite have the intended effect on me, as I collapsed into giggles…


Interested to hear what you all think of this one. Uxbridge MA

Chain Shadow

Perhaps instead of trying to “fix” shadows in my pictures, I should go out on, oh, SUNNY days. Uxbridge MA

Arched Bridge

Marlborough MA


It wasn’t until I was about halfway through with this before I decided I really didn’t like the way the auto levels worked. Ah well…I think I compensated well. Marlborough MA

Waterfall Log

Sometimes you find a nice surprise, just off the street. Marlborough MA