
Occasionally, there is a U.F. C. fight that we just can't miss. I tend to be so exhausted that I can't manage to stay awake through the whole fight... Now, we share this love of gladiatoresque debauchery with just a few close people. So, I had to snap a picture of some of the regulars. Saturday fight nights include yelling, groaning, soda, oh, and deep fried goodness. To me this is a classic see no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil picture. Tim sees nothing wrong with the blood and gore, Joe can't hear anything he's so focused on the fight, and I think you understand why Dave can't speak from this pic.
Here's my shot of myself. I am supposed to take a few of myself throughout this project so that you can see my transformation through the year. This day was a Sunday. It was also one of the rare Sundays when Tim has to work. This left me with a sleepy one year old, my normal primary class, plus an additional Sunday school class whose teacher just couldn't make it. This made life fun. Luckily my bambino is easily entertained with crayons and a sheet of paper. Sacrament meeting was actually great! Mac loves singing, and hymnals. He was reverent during the actual sacrament. But, when Joe (Debauchery regular #2) and Tim Otis were called into the bishopric, Mac wanted to go sit up there with him on the stand.
Raindrops keep falling on my head! Today was supposed to be a pool day, or maybe even the beach. Obviously it didn't happen. I love a good summer rainstorm, I must admit. So, we spent some quality time after Y-Change, at my sister-in-laws. I enjoy this photo of rain through her blinds. This is most definitely my photo of the day. I like the way it almost looks backlit in the darkness. So, after my moments obsessing over my brother's wedding, we watched some aimless television, and then got icecream at McDonalds.
As we were eating and driving, at was no surprise that we heard an eager "More!" from the backseat. How could we resist those pleas?
Tuesday was rather unremarkable. I am spending more of my time organizing Malcolm's new bedroom so that I can paint this week. That means tat the actual highlight of my day was this. I went to feed Malcolm, then went into the back room for more glorious cleaning. When I came to check on him, not only had he eaten a good deal, but he had pulled our table runner toward him, and gotten into the salt bowl. I think his food was too bland.
A day for errands. There is absolutely nothing interesting about this day, short of it being pay day. Payday=spending money=driving around. So, the shot of the day you ask? A great photo of my unorganized, and in need of a cleaning out purse.
If you look closely, you will see diapers, my wallet, some swimming goggles, peanut butter crackers, bills I still need to pay, a book of receipts and coupons, a pen, a hairtie, running socks, and housekeys. My cell phone was in my pocket, so it didn't make the photo debut. I thing that this photo pretty well lets you see who I am. Maybe now you'll know a little too much.
2 comments:
I have been trying to get up the courage to do a picture a day for one year. Haven't gotten there yet. I am all for improving my photo taking skills though. So I am giving it serious thought.
Your pictures are great. Keep up the good work.
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