Reduced Speed Ahead

Great day today. Little bit of photography, little bit of matting, little bit of Photoshopping, little bit of schoolwork (very little…in fact, all I did was turn in my peer evaluation for my “group” project…after two glasses of wine – hee!), little bit of housework, little bit of errand running, and a whole lot of Zoe Time.

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Paper Tiger

Last night, being slightly ahead in class and apparently ready for some self-flagellation, I dove into our personal finances, which have been piling up for a couple months. We always pay our bills on time, that’s not what I’m saying. Everything even got paid right after my wrist surgery, although it looked like a drunk wrote out the checks. It’s just that all the paid bills piled up instead of being filed all nice and neat-like in my Anal-Retentive Bill Binder (ARBB). (I should patent the ARBB…it’s that effective. You know, when you actually use it.) In an attempt to stave off the chaos about a month ago I created a folder for Things That Just Need To Be Filed. A plain blue folder into which everything that needed filing was crammed, so at least it wasn’t sitting on the buffet in the dining room. I could do that one-armed, so it worked for a bit. Until the Things That Just Need To Be Filed folder started rivaling the ARBB in sheer bulk. Sigh. Time to do something about it.

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Correction: Fletcher…isn’t

Okay, so I have to correct myself. Or rather, my daughter. In talking to her teacher after school today, I learned that Zoe likes to call Drew “Fletcher.” So, the little boy in the photograph below isn’t Fletcher, as I’ve been told. By Zoe. It’s Drew. And he didn’t break his knee falling off his grandma’s couch, as I’ve been told. By Zoe. Are you sensing a pattern here?

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Crasher

Yesterday was one of those amazing days that, after it’s all over you sit back and think, “How the hell did that happen?” It wasn’t the day actually, but rather late afternoon into the evening.

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I’m for ______.

You know, I wrote a whole giant rant about the debate last night, and the two contenders for VP, and I decided not to post it. Why, you ask? Because I am a giant weenie. It’s the same reason I won’t put campaign signs in my yard (don’t wanna get egged) or campaign magnets on my car (don’t wanna get keyed).

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