This prompt has reminded me, yet again, why I hate having my picture taken....
It took over a dozen tries to get a picture I actually liked. Seriously. My nose is skinny and crooked, forcing me to avoid head-on shots. My lips are lop-sided, too, so I have to take side shots for that reason as well. I have lots of freckles, which can be pretty if there's no flash. And Livers had just jerked my ponytail out and I had sloppily redone it. Oh, and I'm really really white no matter the season, so using too much flash makes me look like a ghost. (OK, enough self-derision.)
Why the unkempt, unshowered appearance at 1:20 PM? It's not complete laziness, I swear. I've been taking the bit of me-time Livers will give me this morning, which I hadn't been able to do at all the past couple of days. Poor Livers has been sick with some sort of unknown bug, and all we've been doing is having massive cuddle fests (which, if you know her, doesn't happen often at all), watching the Wiggles, and listening to music whilst sitting in my lap at the computer. She's a definite Mama's girl, and her desire to have me near and dear has been in overdrive the past couple as her tiny body has been ravaged by fevers. (No complaints, I just wish she didn't have to be sick to want to cuddle a whole lot.)
Happily this morning I was created by calls of, "Mama, where are you Mamaaaaaaaaaaa?" rather than tears, which meant that whatever had gotten into her system was working its way out. This brought great relief, because no one likes to see their children suffer. Her appetite isn't quite back to what it was, but she's active, running around again, and playing independently for stretches at a time, which is a far cry from the sluggishness and clinginess of Tuesday and Wednesday.
As to why I've YET to shower, I've been doing my Thursday ritual of gobbling up all information, theories, blog posts, and opinions about last night's super-awesome episode of LOST, and I will be doing this well into the weekend. Yes, I'm a nerd. No, I do not care. I dealt with that years ago. :)
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3.) I just asked Pat to help me with a writing prompt so here's his: "What do you think about the NBA All Star game"...blech.
I think there are lots better things in life to do than watch a bunch of overgrown, overpaid adolescents throwing a ball around for even more money.
Sorry, Pat.
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5.) Write about something mean you did to a sibling growing up.
As for how nice I could be when I was growing up....
My little brother was running around the house riding a broomstick like a horse, and I decided it would be loads of fun to jerk the stick up when he stopped. Neither he nor his nuts appreciated it very much. I got my hands popped with a spatula as punishment.
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8 comments:
We women are so hard on ourselves. See, I look at your primp free picture and I think you look great.
But I understand where you are coming from because if you see my assignment you will see that I didn't exactly follow the rules. :)
I agree with Michelle I think it is a Great photo.....ouch...that musta hurt!
they're right, you know... you look beautiful (and YOUNG!). and don't worry, we had all but forgotten you by the time we scrolled to livers. lindsay? lindsay who?
you know, em over at eminpursuit.blogspot.com is a big lost freak, too. and really smart like you, too.
glad lil livy is on the mend!
so who popped you with the spatula?
I think your picture looks great. I like your respond to #3
When things are hectic I pray for the cuddle fests, just to have a reason to slow down.
Enjoy it!
Been there done that, click, delete, click, delete, smile, turn click, delete. At least you picked one. I'd still be clicking.
I share your opinion on so-called "professional" sports. Athletes over-inflated salaries are just something I don't understand...
Your poor brother and his nuts : ). I can't stop laughing.
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