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Week-End

It's been an OK week-end. It started with a date on Friday night. That was fun. Saturday, I covered the wedding of an older couple who were remarrying after being divorced from one another for thirty-five years. Great story and really nice people too. In fact, I found that I didn't really want to photograph the event as much as I wanted to just be there.

That's actually never happened to me before - where I'm at a shoot where I'd rather be participating than shooting.

Saturday afternoon I did some shopping. That's when I found this rad candelabras shirt marked down. Really, a long sleeved shirt with candelabras on it - what more could a gal want?




Then, I was hit with a rare condition - the cleaning condition. We're not talking about vacuuming and doing dishes, we're talking about scrubbing floor boards. They'd gotten disgusting enough.

Today, I went to the gym which I just joined. I'm finding something a bit strange happening though. Usually, when I work out, my sugars drop. I also usually find I need less insulin to do the same amount of work on days when I work out or bike ride. That hasn't been the case lately and it's a bit of a bummer, I must say.

But, I have a shirt with candelabras on it. So everything's fine.

Aloe

Facebook Note

A friend and coworker sent this note to me via Facebook...

Cute story for you:
So today I'm at lunch at my favorite restaurant in Gainesville when this really cute little girl, probably a year-and-a-half old, stands up in her booth, turns around and starts smiling at us. She's clapping her hands on top of the booth, generally being cute, but her mom is worried she's being annoying. Mom: "Cydney Scott, you sit down right now!"
Obviously this made me think of you :)
So hi! Hope you're good. Give Oliver a belly rub from me!

Primates and Mr. Rogers; These Are a Few of My Favorite Things

This may come as a surprise to those who know me, but I find that as I get older, I am far less interested in discussing tragedy. I was at an assignment to photograph a lovely elderly woman while she lead a discussion group with a few members of a local PTO. While waiting for the last member to arrive, the group began to talk about the latest incident of unexplained violence to hit our city. A man walked into a Wendy’s a few days ago and began shooting. He killed a firefighter who was dressed in street clothes, injured some others, shot himself. The group talked about it and I wondered why.

“Well, he was going back into Wendy’s to get his four-year-old a different toy from his meal. I guess the guy came right up behind him and shot him point blank in the back of the head” one said.
“Well, at least he didn’t feel anything” said another
“I guess the ex-wife of the shooter says he has a history of violence”
“Yeah, but there was no record of it”
“The weird thing is there’s just no explanation for why he (the shooter) did it”
“I guess when it’s your time, that’s it”

I’d rather think about the things I heard on NPR’s Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me news quiz show. For example, there was a series of questions related to Fred Roger’s, AKA Mr. Rogers.

Which unlikely friend did Mr. Roger’s make at one time?
A. Kim Jong-I,
B. Koko the Chimp, or
C. Someone else I can’t remember.

The answer was B. And the host went on to explain that Koko, a gorilla who was taught to communicate with sign language, loved Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood and watched it regularly. When he came to visit her one day, she immediately gave him a hug, then crouched-down and took of his shoes for him.
Then there was a which-one-is-true question. There were three options, and the true one was that when it was made public that Mr. Rogers’ car was reported stolen, the car was returned with a note that read, “I never would have taken it if I knew it was yours”.

I think basically I am in a crummy mood today and would just rather talk about happy, loving things like Fred Rogers than anything else at the moment.

Crazy TV Entertainment

I knew it was only a matter of time.
When I saw ads on TV for My Dad's Better Than Your Dad, I thought, oh, crap, this is just asking for trouble. Not only do we have grown men competing against one another in a nationally televised pissing match, we have grown men competing against one another in front of their kids!
In many ways, when I got sucked into it last week, I found it sweet. A little Asian girl squeals with intensity as her dad sends her flying by a harness at a target on which she must toss some giant darts. With her jet black braids flowing from her head, it was hard not to get a kick out of it.
But, there's the down side, of course. Like the dad who made an ass out of himself during the question round when he said the "J" in JK Rowling stood for Joshua. (He and his son were eliminated because they live under a rock).
As much as there are nice moment; kids hugging dads, high-fiving, doing a special hand-shake together, telling each other how highly they think of one another and how proud they are to have them, you also have dads who are trying not to look like a chump in front of their kid. Well, really, they are all trying not to look like a chump in front of their kid.
Well, my concern was realized during tonight's show (keeping in mind it's only been on the air a few weeks). In an effort to keep-up with the Mr. California Dad he was competing against, Mr. Science Teacher Dad was sent to the hospital for heart problems.
He's fine, but you get my point. I can see the Saturday Night Live spoof sketch in my head right now, "My Dad Died While Competing Against Your Dad".
The show kinda makes me nervous.

March Masthead

Saturday

Rachel's response to yesterday's blog (about my dream), "Dude, your subconscious kind of freaks me out".

I got another text message today. It read How do you feel about KD Lang?

read about the first "incedent" here.