September Photo a Day Challenge: Day 5 Bright and Day 6 Every Day

Two more days of the September Photo a Day Challenge? Whhaaa? It’s like I don’t even recognize myself anymore!

Day 5: Bright and Day 6: Every Day

I’m starting with Day 6’s picture because it amuses me.*

Day 6: Every Day

Every day, often several times a day, I walk into my living room and regret buying my children the 5 foot tall teddy bear. While I share Creepy Bear’s taste in fiction– he has those stuffed-animal eyes that follow your movements. Those few times I actually forgot about his existence only to catch him in my peripheral vision? Dude.

*Thanks to my friend T, who took a picture in costco of a look-a-like bear reading 50 Shades a few months ago, which inspired my staging idea.

Day 5: Bright

Okay, this picture wasn’t taken yesterday. Or even today. It’s my oldest son, taken back in June. But I like how the lighting is bright and the bright blue sky is reflected in his shades.

September Photo a Day Challenge: Day 4 In My Mailbox

I’ve made it to Day 4 of Fat Mum Slim’s photo a day challenge for September. Yay attention span!

Day 1: Me, Now (my fingers still hurt!) and Day 2: Father are here.
Day 3: Far Away lives over here.

After seeing some really kick-ass mailboxes (future DIY project, identified) I felt like I was going to have to bail on Day 4: In My Mailbox.

Then I went and checked the mail and huzzah! My beans are here, My beans are here! Hello, future homemade, high-quality vanilla extract. Now all I have to do is stop drinking buy the vodka.

September Photo a Day Challenge: Day 3

A photo a day challenge? Sure.

Fat Mum Slim’s photo a day challenge for September is turning out to be an exercise in self-awareness. My examples from Day 1: Me, Now (my fingers still hurt!) and Day 2: Father can be found over here.

Day 3: Far Away

This picture makes more sense with some information, so if you are interested please read on.

Two children born two years apart, a love for drinking beer and surfing the web and an ambivalence for drinking water and moving the arse left me with some…spread. Fluff? Cushion?

Bad eating habits during pregnancy left me far away from my healthy weight. Exercise and a healthy diet took me far away to a not-as-bad, but still not good, unhealthy weight. But I’m still far away from my end goal– which is back to a healthy height (a whooping 64 inches) to weight ratio.

A circle is just a round line, right?

A white board and some number magnets, easy enough; now to find hard-copy pictures of me that correlate to those dates and weights. But there weren’t any.

D’ohSelf Awareness One: looking at hardcopy pictures is more fun than watching digital slideshows. Go print some pictures.

Then I went looking for digital versions…except there aren’t very many.

D’ohSelf Awareness Two: If I want to be in the pictures, someone else needs to be allowed to touch my camera. Otherwise, I need to get more consistent with the tripod, but not when I’m also using the hot glue gun.

Finally, I have a sample of the concept, except that the method was more photoshop than photo. In the interest of maintaining challenge integrity I thought, “I’ll take a picture of a picture! To take a picture of a picture again symbolizes far away

How many ways can I beat this horse?

Click-click, crop-crop— wait. I noticed the picture Zach had drawn of me for preschool hanging in the background. For the record, those lines behind my legs are to show me running, because I am (or was) a runner.

Children, they are often without guile in their art. He didn’t draw me sitting in front of a computer or eating a cheeseburger. He drew me running.

D’ohSelf Awareness Four: teach my 5.5 year old, who sees me as both active and freakishly thin, to use my camera.

All problems solved.

Beach Vacation 2012: Quick Shots

Beach vacation– quick shots for you (and me).

A lot of people think he’s gorgeous– and miss that he’s quietly brilliant.

A lot of people think he’s brilliant– and miss that he’s absolutely gorgeous.

Today I see gorgeous brilliance everywhere.

What’s in a name?

What’s in a name? Well, let’s imagine your last name is Graves, and your lifelong dream is to be a probate judge.

How could you not vote for him? Or perhaps, more importantly, there’s an election for probate judge? While I understand probate is a grave matter…

Wordless Wednesday: Different Literary Tastes

Opposites attract, right?

Dead Man Rising. Get it? Twain is dead and she's hot? Ha.

One beyond my Reach

The symbolism of watching one of them riding far beyond my reach.

While the other one rides toward me, still needing the safety of a close-by parent.

Am I sad that they are growing up? No, not at all. Okay, maybe sometimes. Or any time I think about it for longer than 5 minutes. Lucky for me, my attention span is short, hunh?