Usually, he wants a treat, and the way we know what he wants is his ears will flick backward when we say the thing he wants. Unfortunately, I don't have a photo of this...yet. I've been taking so many photos, it is only a matter of time.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Usually, he wants a treat, and the way we know what he wants is his ears will flick backward when we say the thing he wants. Unfortunately, I don't have a photo of this...yet. I've been taking so many photos, it is only a matter of time.
Monday, June 27, 2011
DSC_0120
the tree i wanted to photograph the whole time we were running around northern NM. It is a great photo in color, but I really love it this way.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
i caught you looking at my ass
call me an instigator...
a couple of entries ago, i complained about people who smell my chicken. now i'm making the statement-i just caught you looking at my ass.
yes, i realize that if you look at anything within range of my butt, it will reach out and try to shake your hand. and i realize that sometimes, the lanyard on my keys hangs out of my back pocket, and swings around like tassels on stripper nipples. i am largely unaware of what my ass is doing until i catch people trying to start a conversation with it.
anyway, to the title of this post. i was out in Folsom a month ago, driving through rolling foothills and checking out farm animals along the way. i found this very cute donkey, i think she was pregnant, and she was very sweet natured. i stood at her fence just looking at her, and she walked over and put her head against the fence. instinctively, i reached out and stroked her long ears, scratched her nose. her giant brown eyes were looking into my slightly slanted ones, and i gave her a piece of apple. as she nibbled at my fingers, her owner came out, chuckled and said, "i caught you looking at my ass".
a couple of entries ago, i complained about people who smell my chicken. now i'm making the statement-i just caught you looking at my ass.
yes, i realize that if you look at anything within range of my butt, it will reach out and try to shake your hand. and i realize that sometimes, the lanyard on my keys hangs out of my back pocket, and swings around like tassels on stripper nipples. i am largely unaware of what my ass is doing until i catch people trying to start a conversation with it.
anyway, to the title of this post. i was out in Folsom a month ago, driving through rolling foothills and checking out farm animals along the way. i found this very cute donkey, i think she was pregnant, and she was very sweet natured. i stood at her fence just looking at her, and she walked over and put her head against the fence. instinctively, i reached out and stroked her long ears, scratched her nose. her giant brown eyes were looking into my slightly slanted ones, and i gave her a piece of apple. as she nibbled at my fingers, her owner came out, chuckled and said, "i caught you looking at my ass".
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
What's it to you?!?
A long time ago, when I was involved with MySpace, I asked the question- why should I bother being friends online if I am already friends in real life? What conversation is more important, the one you have in private, face to face, or in public online? I wondered if adding friends there and even on Facebook was like having a collection of useless objects.
Friends and friendships are supposed to be about the mutual benefit, mutual good feelings, mutual everything. An imbalance leads to bad feelings, and eventually a parting of ways. Those same rules apply to love relationships too.
In short, what is the value of having friends online if you don't talk to them personally? What is the point of maintaining a friendship that brings you no insight, no creative spark, no comfort?
Today I am cleaning out my friends list on Facebook, and then I am going on hiatus. I find I just get bored by the ridiculous postings that offer no insight, or that make no sense because they lack context for me. My time isn't that important, but I don't like to waste it either.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
stop smelling my chicken!
human behavior baffles me. people do weird things, and it makes me uncomfortable to witness it or worse yet be the victim of it. so let's start with part one, pertaining to the title of this post.
i was sitting in the cafe at work, enjoying a meal of chicken tenders and a diet coke. i'm the only one in the whole place, sitting in a corner far far away from the meal counter. my earphones are plugged in, i'm enjoying a steady stream of sonic love from the cure, and i'm just watching people walk by. i'm not intruding in any way, just observing, something i do. what can i say?
a couple, or actually an elderly lady and her son, walk into the cafe and order lunch. to the soda fountain for their beverages, and then they look around for a place to sit. where do they decide to park it? at the table next to mine. they could sit....anywhere!...and they had to sit next to me.
fine and good, no problem. except the way the seating is set up is for really close interaction. the table next to me is less than a foot away, and the two decide they want to both sit on the same side. but this means they have to turn sideways to slide between tables, which puts his junk and her butt by turns right into my face. they could have chosen...any other seat!...but they chose to sit next to me.
so i had just a quiet moment of misery, stopped eating while they sat down, got up, sat down again, got up again, junk and ass in my face and on my table, and then they finally settled in. in my ears, the song screw is playing, and i have to force myself to not screw up my eyes each time they pass oh so close.
my lunch was ruined, not even the sweet wailing sounds of robert smith could save it, and i complained a little bit to my friend Tara. being the girl she is, she started riffing on what the reasoning must have been for this unnecessarily close encounter. "they wanted to be friendly; they thought you were cute and mom was trying to set you up with son; they wanted to smell your chicken".
as soon as she said it, i laughed out loud. really. it is a ridiculous reason, but i am convinced that it is the one that fits best. and from now on, when someone is uncomfortably inside my buffer zone, i will lean in close enough to clean their ear with my tongue and whisper "stop smelling my chicken".
i was sitting in the cafe at work, enjoying a meal of chicken tenders and a diet coke. i'm the only one in the whole place, sitting in a corner far far away from the meal counter. my earphones are plugged in, i'm enjoying a steady stream of sonic love from the cure, and i'm just watching people walk by. i'm not intruding in any way, just observing, something i do. what can i say?
a couple, or actually an elderly lady and her son, walk into the cafe and order lunch. to the soda fountain for their beverages, and then they look around for a place to sit. where do they decide to park it? at the table next to mine. they could sit....anywhere!...and they had to sit next to me.
fine and good, no problem. except the way the seating is set up is for really close interaction. the table next to me is less than a foot away, and the two decide they want to both sit on the same side. but this means they have to turn sideways to slide between tables, which puts his junk and her butt by turns right into my face. they could have chosen...any other seat!...but they chose to sit next to me.
so i had just a quiet moment of misery, stopped eating while they sat down, got up, sat down again, got up again, junk and ass in my face and on my table, and then they finally settled in. in my ears, the song screw is playing, and i have to force myself to not screw up my eyes each time they pass oh so close.
my lunch was ruined, not even the sweet wailing sounds of robert smith could save it, and i complained a little bit to my friend Tara. being the girl she is, she started riffing on what the reasoning must have been for this unnecessarily close encounter. "they wanted to be friendly; they thought you were cute and mom was trying to set you up with son; they wanted to smell your chicken".
as soon as she said it, i laughed out loud. really. it is a ridiculous reason, but i am convinced that it is the one that fits best. and from now on, when someone is uncomfortably inside my buffer zone, i will lean in close enough to clean their ear with my tongue and whisper "stop smelling my chicken".
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Cranky Frank
Here he is, my favorite dog doing his least favorite activity- having a bath. He's an old dude, so he has trouble staying standing in a tub, and because I have to use special shampoo on him, bath time takes longer than you'd expect.
I know he hates baths, but they are necessary because he is such a STINKY dog. I am his mom, but I'm also a shutterbug, so I can never resist the urge to take his photo. It's gotten to the point where he gives me this look any time he sees me holding a camera. The look on his face? A very clear "put that thing AWAY!"
Just one more, Frank! If you weren't the best dog in the world, I wouldn't be taking so many photos! Even when you are cranky, you are ADORABLE!
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