When I lived in London, Sam's father, Raymond, gave me a birthday card... it was a piece of paper with a little sketch of me looking very sad. I asked him why I was so sad, and he said sometimes I look like a sad ballerina. Across the top, he'd written, "For Ballet". I was going through some of my pictures yesterday and found that and it made me want to wear my ballerina shirt... I sewed it a couple years ago and I think I've only worn it once! I also found some other pretty amazing things:
One of my aunts does stained glass and she gave me this beautiful headress.
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MY REAGAN BADGE. LEGENDARY!!!!
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Maybe best of all...
Library card! I have really been missing this!
Now I can take Priscilla to the library and actually
leave with books.
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In other news, I decided I hate the photo challenge. I actually continued to take pictures that I wanted to post for the next week or so after my last post, but I absolutely don't give a shit any more. It was a cute one, but I haven't been feeling that positive lately, or at least just not as positive as the challenges were (I still think it's a rad photo challenge, it just didn't suit me).
I'm going to make my own photo challenge that lets me take pictures of stuff that ACTUALLY happens (no more day-to-day dreamy crap!), like... I don't know. Like me being a sad ballerina. I think seeing myself moping around like a dickhead might make me put my face in check the next time I'm feeling bummed out. Like when I find one of Priscilla's sippy cups under the bed and it's been there for so long I can't get the lid off, and the only good thing about it is that I have now identified why her room smelled like a hot summer homeless behind-a-dumpster piss for the past month.
Or things that make me angry, like when I see a shoe in the road. HOW DO YOU JUST LOSE ONE SHOE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAMNED ROAD ALL THE TIME. I swear I see at least one a day. Where are all these people, hobbling around with one shoe?!
Anyways, so it won't be ALL negative things, just something more realistic... for me, Miss Badittude.
8 comments:
Yes - I wonder about the single shoes, too! Also, in the industrial estate where I used to work, single gloves and random jigsaw pieces. What?! How?!
AMAZING. See?? Those are the kind of things that deserve photo documentation!
I wonder the exact same thing. I always see kids shoes and I want to find these parents and slap them. I'm sure the kid took it off and threw it out the widow or something but get it together mom and dad! Comeon!
Did you make your painting?!
You sound like Gob from Arrested Development. COME ON!!!
NO :( :( :( My boyfriend bought THREE huge paintings for us to do and I forgot to buy spray adhesive. And letters- I had some in the basement that I'd been thinking of using but they turned out to be too small. My daughter and I are actually on our way to the craft store now :)
Haha! Photo challenge Day 10: my pile of dirty laundry.
I love you more than Whitney Houston loves gold toilets.
Could you just please dress like a ballerina and look sad for the camera? Thanks.
The Reagan button is so funny! Yes, I see single shoes thrown in the road on a daily basis too. I don't get it.
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