My sister wants me to go with her to New Wave City on Saturday for her birthday. She tells me that at midnight they’ll probably do a block of Duran Duran songs, maybe lasting a whole hour! I hope I can stay awake that late. Now where’d I put that fedora?
That’s a costume I wore to work a few years ago. This year, I’m not wearing anything. Er…I mean, I don’t have a costume. Anyway, you may notice from the photo that I go a little overboard with themes. Those posters? Dug them out of my sister’s keepsakes as mine had been thrown out years ago. My entire cube was filled with posters of Simon, Nick, John, Roger, and Andy. That’s Duran Duran for you non Durannies. And that weird electronic item with the rectangular box next to it? That’s called a record player, kids. In my day, we put large, flat, round things called records (or LPs) on it and a needle glided through the grooves in the vinyl to make high quality sounds. It was awesome.
Speaking of totally tubular music, please give me some music recommendations in the comments. My iPod has been boring me of late, and I’m dangerously close to digging out my Scritti Politti 12-inch singles.
October is breast cancer awareness month, so this week, Kristine had us pay homage to the girls.
1. Your Pot Holders (Oven Mits)
2. Your Pumpkins (or Melons)
3. Something Pink
My oven mitts. Safety first in the kitchen. That’s what I always say. These celestial-themed mitts are from the early 90s when I had my first apartment in Lexington, KY. I was so happy to have my own kitchen, so I had to be sure it was cool. And it was. So cool. These mitts have seen a lot of heat, as is evident from the worn thumb. I should replace them, but oven mitts are not high on my list of things I want to buy myself. Perhaps a bridal registry item?
My pumpkins (or melons). Well, I have neither pumpkins nor melons, whether speaking metaphorically or literally. But, how do you like them apples?
Something pink. My pink lid from my Yoplait raspberry yogurt, which is also pink. And yummy. I love me some yogurt. Do you remember when they first came out with these pink lids and they said “Let’s lick breast cancer” or something to that effect? I thought it was kind of perverted. Then again, my mind dwells in the vicinity of the gutter, so maybe it’s just me.
Did you play this week? It’s pretty easy, and you still have time!
…keeps the “you’re slacking on your blog updates” comments away.
I’m the kind of person who needs motivation. I need to be held accountable to someone, and that someone is not me. I’d like to change that, so, I’m going to try to post something everyday during November. No. Wait. I won’t try. Do or do not, there is no try.
I’d love to be able to do NaNoWriMo, but no way do I have enough time to write that much. So I am going to do something similar, but on a smaller scale (I hope). I hereby pledge to participate in NaBloPoMo.*
To prove my intentions, I give you this seal:
Oh, sorry…this is the seal I meant:
*If I run out of ideas, I may just post a picture of one of my cats, but I will post. Something. Daily. Hope you like kitties.
Finally, I’m back in the SPF groove. I think I’ve been on low brain power for the last couple of months and just couldn’t get the creative juices flowing. And then I was in lala land and giddy after our engagement. But this week’s was easy, a perfect segue into my favorite photo assignment. Speaking of segue (segway), did I tell y’all I got to ride one? At Epcot. Matte and I got a 10-minute “lesson” and then had about 30 seconds each on a Segway. It was super fun, but too short a ride.
But I digress. (What else is new?)
This week’s assignment from Kristine was:
1. The kitchen sink
2. Something you need to fix.
3. Something you’re going to throw away right after you take the picture of it.
Kitchen sink. I have one of those! And it’s something concrete that I don’t have to think about with my tired little brain. Here it is:
Something I need to fix is this desk. Actually it’s a table. Which is why it’s such a mess. There are no drawers in which to file hide my papers and things. I completely blame the furniture, and am powerless to it’s lack of functionality.
Something I’m going to throw away right after I take the picture of it. OK, actually, threw it away before I took the picture, then immediately remembered SPF, grabbed it out of the trash, and captured it. I can’t believe I have Philly nearly one month past it’s expiration in my fridge. In my defense, it was in the back, hidden behind several bottles of beer. I had to drink the beer before the cream cheese entered my sight. And that took a month.
It’s good to be back playing SPF. Did you play?
