This lack of pictures is currently a theme in my life, apparently, because I was just complaining about something similar to SB.

No one takes pictures of me. I just forwarded the album of shots from the camping weekend to the ladies and I realized that out of 44 pictures, I was in 3 of them. THREE! One bad, double chin inducing self shot, and the two self-timer shots we took at the end.

I am the historian of my family and my friends. It is important to me, I realize, and it doesn’t have to be important to anyone else. It’s just that, someday, I picture me and my ladies as OLD ladies, sitting around admiring how hot THEY used to be, thanks to MY documentation. Or worse, I’ll find myself old and friendless with a house full of photo albums bursting with pictures of people I no longer remember.

I was just venting this to SB and I could tell he thought that I was being bratty or vain or something, but damnit, I just speak the truth. He claimed that when he looks at old pictures, he sees them from his memory, what he saw. I called his bullshit, though. Think about it. When you stumble upon an old picture from highschool or college, who do you look at first? YOURSELF, that’s who.

Perhaps I am being vain and bratty. This is what a blog is for, no?

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EDITED TO ADD:

boo-ya

Thanks, Richard!

First, marvel at the picture I took of a hummimgbird. I rule! Second, so that we all learn something today, you should know that the problem was solved by going to:

Tools
Internet Options
Clear History
then
Clear Cookies
then
Clear Temporary Internet Files

and voila! Blogger is my friend again.

GAH!

My apologies. I hope to post something interesting soon.

One of my friends started a blog and picked the same template I was using. Yes, I realize thousands of people are using that template, but for some reason, it just bugged me. So I switched.

This also proves that she has never read my blog because I don’t think she would have picked the same template on purpose. I could have been talking about her this whole time*!

It’s cool though, because I intend to learn all about pimping my blog at
BlogHer. I was planning on remodeling soon, anyway.

So, dear readers, please accept this temporary template. I hope it does not remind you too much of tennis shoes. And 897? What? I will have to come up with some significance.

* Just kidding. Sort of.

running with the bulls
uncircumcised weiner pictures
Solstice Parade
Costa Rica Travel
weiner
Pamplona
Hilltop Tacoma Ghetto
Billion Belly March
Quack Didlioso

Welcome Google visitors! Sorry to let you down on the weiner front.

I used to be a frequent poster at Mothering.com. I mostly lurked and learned about attachment parenting and natural family living (I am clearly a hippie) until the 2004 elections came around. They used to have a forum called ‘War and Politics’ that got really heated around that time. It was an interesting group of people to discuss politics with because everyone came from an AP/NFL background. You would think that would be mostly granola-types but there are an awful lot of fundies with similar parenting styles. You know the type, defending the back forty with their home arsenal, etc.

We had just gotten home from living in England for a year and I didn’t have a job and my normal obsession with politics was in high gear. After being away, I just wanted to come home and fix my country. So, if it’s not clear already, I was one of the loud liberal posters, frequently being warned or ordered to edit when things got too personal. (I am sorry but if you are a fundie republican asshat who wants to police my uterus, the world, and homos in love, your opinion is no longer just your opinion. It is INSULTING to me.) By the election, a tight little group of us had formed that kept each other sane in the trenches. When things didn’t go our way, we all kind of went down in a blaze of snark and our little sanity thread was closed down. We all missed each other, though, so we formed our own little board and I have talked to these lovely ladies every day since. There are 10 of us, scattered all over the world, really. Canada, Australia, and all across the US. It’s funny. I talk to these women I have never met more often than I talk to my ‘IRL’ friends. They have become my best friends, actually. Which leaves me struggling with what to call them. They are more than just ‘internet people’ to me.

I bring all of this up because tomorrow I am going to meet one off them in the flesh! Her name is Vicki and she lives in Portland, about 2 hours south of me. She has invited me to her kickass company party that will be at an historic mansion (with tours!*) and includes food, drinks, music, and fire dancing. Isn’t that cool? I can’t wait. Stay tuned for a full report. I will definitely tell you if she is actually a 14 year old boy or an old pervy dude who likes to lure women with cool haircuts to Portland** with promises of history and booze.

*Perhaps when I am trying to convince you I am NOT a dork, I should quell my excitement for guided tours.

** Sin City of the Northwest, baby! Smoking is still allowed there, as well as drinking in stripclubs! YeeeeeeeHAW!