October 9, 2008
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?
October 8, 2008
Nothing makes me smile more than a new baybay.* The only thing that could be better is two new baybays!
October 6, 2008
Well, I’ve purchased tickets and reserved cabins, so I suppose it’s actually going to happen.
October 5, 2008
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.
October 3, 2008
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).
October 1, 2008
I have met academic hell, and its name is Financial Management.
September 29, 2008
When I was growing up, my mom and dad would throw me and my sister in the ol’ minivan and we’d set out on a grand adventure. (Gas was cheap and for some reason my sister and I didn’t kill each other in our second-row captain’s seats, although I admit there was a fair amount of poking and glaring.) Granted, these trips weren’t always so grand, such as the time that we decided somewhere in south-central Illinois around 3 p.m. that we’d like to visit Hannibal and see all the Mark Twain exhibits. We arrived at 5:05. The exhibits all closed at 5. Pretty sure Mom still hasn’t let Dad forget that one.
September 26, 2008
M and I attended the wedding of one of his colleagues last weekend. Lovely affair. Beautiful bride, handsome groom, blah blah blah. I did my usual inspection of the hired photog (he was shooting Canon with a Quantaray external battery pack, and couldn’t bounce flash off the ceiling because it was too high, just FYI. Most girls look at the dresses. I look at the gear, then the dresses.) The family sitting in front of us pulled out an SLR to take pictures, as is common. Two things struck me, though. First, they have never turned off the auto-focus confirmation beep. Which is a ridiculous thing to ever install on a camera, especially an SLR. So, during the aisle walks and the ceremony, this was heard in the relatively small church: beep beep! click. beep beep beep! click. beep! click. Not exactly what one wants as audio background to your wedding vows. The official photographer was loaded with gear and moved all over the place, but stealthy as a black cat on Halloween. He blended and was unobtrusive. As opposed to cousin Bernie with his fancy schmancy SLR that beeped every 20 seconds.
September 24, 2008
Went to a “Women and Science” luncheon sponsored by Siteman Cancer Center this afternoon. They have these about once a quarter and they always bring in some fancypants doctor who tells us things we should know about living healthy and all the great things that Siteman and Washington University are doing because they know, for the most part, that we’re gonna ignore all their advice and they’ll have to help our disease-ridden asses out sometime in the future.
September 24, 2008
So, as you know, I like to visit different photographers’ web sites and have a look around. Sometimes I hit some real bombs, and some are rather good. Then there are those that make you suck in your breath really quick and go, “Ooooooo.”