December 21, 2009
Grades and shopping and acid reflux
We got our final grades for the term last night. A’s for both of us. Which means that we made it through two years of grad school with all A’s. Wow.
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December 19, 2009
Logic
This morning, I begged Zoe to get dressed. “C’mon, Zo, we have to leave to go Christmas shopping. Please get dressed.”
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December 18, 2009
I heart my softbox
Several months ago I attended a seminar on using a flash for studio lighting, how to get a more natural look, etc. It was a good seminar. I bought a few things, including my very first softbox. I’ve wanted a softbox for about as long as I can remember, but normally a softbox is a big investment. You don’t just buy the box, you have to buy a light and a powerpack and a lightstand. Then you have to buy a transmitter and a receiver so your camera can remotely fire the light.
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December 17, 2009
Chocolate’s ailment
Many times, Zoe’s “babies” have the same ailments as she. Hoot has thrown up (as you all know) and had sore feet and knees (owls have knees?) and tummy aches. A few weeks ago, he got his finger caught in the tire swing s-hook just like Zoe did. So it’s not a surprise when she announces that one of them isn’t feeling well and then elaborates.
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December 17, 2009
O Christmas Tree
Yup. That’s our Christmas tree. We purchased a base for the tree this year that rotates the entire tree, slowly, allowing you to see all sides. For the first time, we put all our ornaments on the tree, and even bought an extra strand of C9 LED lights. Since my brain is now unencumbered by terms like “market capitalization,” I can think of things like, “Hey, wouldn’t it be sweet to slow the shutter waaaaaay down and get some wicked blur with those lights?” And since I don’t have to spend my evenings typing term papers, I could take the camera and tripod in the library and set up long-ass shutter speeds and play. Yes, boys and girls, this is what we call photographic fun.
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December 16, 2009
Hi. We’re the Germysons!
Well, this is a most inauspicious start to our new-found freedom.
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December 15, 2009
Well, duh
Tonight, after I picked up Zozer from school and drove us home, and pulled into the garage and shut off the car and reached around to unbuckle her from the car seat amidst her hat, gloves, Hootie, HeartSaysKissMe, and a book, we had this conversation:
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December 14, 2009
On deck: laundry
I woke up at 5:45 this morning and smiled. Because the only thing I have to do tonight is laundry.
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December 13, 2009
MBA – check!
Holy Mother of God…WE ARE DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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December 8, 2009
One less excuse for Tiger
Well, given that he’s apparently had LASIK, it’s not like he can claim that he had misplaced his glasses and accidentally had “relations” with women who weren’t his wife.
Received this in the mail last night and cracked up laughing. I hate it when I spend gobs of money on a beautiful four-color-with-bleeds marketing piece and mail it out to a gajillion people, only to have my star endorsement (whom I’ve also paid gobs of money for) making headlines for not being able to keep his fly zipped.Question: Do you think the “friends” who told Tiger about TLC were his Vegas “friends?” Maybe a New York “friend?” Possibly a Florida “friend.” I’m going with the Vegas friend theory, as those showgirls are more likely to have had LASIK since glasses would totally mess up the line of their fancy costume headpieces.
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