Breakfast at Tiffany’s

Uncle Steve is in town this weekend, and is, in fact, at the Cardinals/Cubs game as I type. We’re getting shellacked, and I attribute that to Steve bringing his friends, Izzy and Dina (Cubs fans mentioned in previous post) to The Lou, and the Cards are graciously allowing their team to win for a bit so they don’t feel it was a completely wasted trip.

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Happy Birthday, Joey K.!

Last night was a fun birthday party for Cousin Joey. The theme was St. Louis Cardinals, the beer was cold, and the company was lots of loved ones…what could be better? Tons of fun was had by all, with lots of laughs (is there ever anything different with this family?) and a few surprises (Dan nailing both Michelle and Ryan with a single water balloon, Steve arriving with friends – who we decided to like despite their misplaced loyalty to the Chicago Cubs, because they are lovely people, and to be honest, shouldn’t we all just feel sorry for Cubs fans? Yes, I know they kicked our butts in extra innings last night, but it was a fluke.)

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You know, as a career, I don’t want to do that.

“I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything or process anything as a career. I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed…or buy anything sold or processed…or process anything sold, bought or processed…or repair anything sold, bought or processed. You know, as a career, I don’t want to do that.”
-John Cusack as Lloyd Dobler in “Say Anything”

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Mocha for Mimi!

In hauling all our work-related crap out to the car this morning, I oh-so-gracefully banged my head into the A-pillar on the Accord. That’s what happens when you’re loaded up like a pack mule and you’re trying to reach inside the door to pop the trunk. Back inside for the Tylenol, but Dr. M gave the best prescription for healing: a mocha from Starbucks.

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25 Photographic Truths

This is probably only funny to fellow photographers, but I’ll post it anyway, because it makes me laugh. This is from an out-of-print poster by photographer Ted Orland, who worked with Ansel Adams. The text accompanies an image of a not-amused Ansel Adams taking a grade school class portrait (hey, even the greats have to earn a living some way). Orland promises to come out with a new poster soon, with updates regarding the digital world, and I hope he does, because I’ve searched high and low for a copy of the original and can’t find one.

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With friends like these…

Lunched with my lovely ARC pals, Bootsie and Muffy, which aren’t their real names, but in an effort to maintain some anonymity for them it’s what I decided to call them here in Blogland. You can determine for yourself which one is Bootsie and which one is Muffy, and let me know what you think. It doesn’t matter, really. You could even name them whatever you want for all I care.

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Wow

Here are some images I made on Memorial Day, when we went to visit Grandpa and Judy. A lovely day, relaxing, with Dad manning the grill (just one of his many, many talents), topped off by gigantic slices of fresh watermelon. Ahhh, summer is finally here!

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The WaterBug

Today was Zoe’s first day swimming, and she got along swimmingly. Aunt Katie handed her to Daddy in the pool, while Mommy took pictures, and from the minute she hit the water she was happy as a clam. Mike took her for a few laps around the pool, dipping her in and out, before finally placing her in the turtle float that Grammy had very wisely purchased for her. She loved it.

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