Come and Knock on our Door

I got to go out for lunch with Angel today and we took some time to go browsing at Macy's. I found a shirt I loved, but it was out of my price range. It also smacks of TV's Mrs. Roper.

This might be becoming a pattern with me. Last March I bought a dress with a similar "look". And yes, I did hang a sheet as a backdrop and take pictures of me in it. I had sent the store link to my sister who hated the dress, and I was determined to prove it was cute. She continued to disagree.

I love that dress. It's so easy to wear. I think I would love that shirt just as much. Maybe I'll treat myself for my birthday next month. I suspect Mrs. Roper was onto something!

Edited to add: After seeing this blog, Dax informed me that he's very glad I didn't buy the Mrs. Roper shirt.

Trying to keep a good attitude.

We wanted to go on a hike today. Kenny (our dog) gets a chance to be off-leash, and we get some much needed exercise and fresh air. However, I hurt my knee in December, and have re-injured it at least once per week since. I need the thing to heal so I can do fun stuff! The most recent time, I hurt it getting into the car. I didn't slip or anything. It's my left knee and apparently it doesn't take much lateral movement for me to be in some pretty bad pain for (fortunately) a relatively short time. So. I decided I'd try to hike. I put my knee brace on and we were headed to a trail that Dax and Kenny went to a couple of weeks ago. When we got to the van, we noticed the GPS was gone. Yesterday, I went to my friend's house to take some photos. Dax asked me to leave him the GPS in case he needed to go pick up our son from a playdate. I took it out of the car and tossed it on the seat of the van...and didn't lock it. Turns out, the playdate dad brought Jack home, so Dax never needed to go anywhere...and I certainly didn't think to lock the van. Fortunately, just the GPS is missing. We have a portable DVD player in there too, along with my mp3 player (which is cheap, I admit), and a nice tripod. Some (not all) of my change was missing as well, so we assume that whoever took it, heard something and didn't take the time to really clean the van out.

Anyway, this all meant that we couldn't go to the trail we planned on because Dax didn't know how to get there. He had programmed it into the GPS. Plan B was to go to a nearby lake (small) with a trail around it. I was very upset and it a horrible mood (and nervous about my knee), but I tried very hard to keep a good attitude about everything. It only worked so well.

It was cold! Much colder than we had planned on (so it's probably good we didn't go to the big trail), and there were some icy sections, so I couldn't even walk most of the trail. We weren't there long, and I didn't walk much. I did watch some people playing hockey on the lake.

Mazzy loves ice skating, and I feel really bad that she hasn't done it much this year. I can't imagine how I could possibly skate this year though, if I'm hurting myself getting into my car! And how cool is it that I live in the capital city of New York and about a mile away from my house is a pond we can skate on! It's just like Little Women!

Crazy Clown Eye

Sometimes if I really laugh, the right eye closes completely and I look like Popeye.

Sometimes I Try

The company Dax works for had their annual fancy party tonight. I love the chance to dress up! It's like putting on a costume and costumes are fun!

Yep that's me.

Catching up

Saturday, bride meeting at Starbucks.

Sunday, daiquiri break at work. I'm a wedding photographer. It was cocktail hour.

Monday, trying for a photo with the cat. She was uninterested.

Age. It's all about the number.

I don't like this picture. I got sick of taking shots of myself that I didn't like. This one was at least somewhat pleasant. I wore my contacts tonight, which I rarely do. We were going to see Avatar though, and I didn't want to have 3D glasses on top of my own. I'm really beginning to dislike how I look without my glasses. They are a terrific accessory to hide behind, and they can help you create a character, and make yourself feel interesting. Without mine now, I think I mostly look old. My face is changing so much. Some of that is weight, but most of it is just age and it's weird. It's not like we just keep our regular face and it gets wrinklier. Whole freaking planes shift or something, and we start to look weird. It's really really odd watching your face slowly shift towards what the older You will look like.

Next month is my birthday, and I'll be 39. I like my birthday. I always have. I may not be thrilled all the time with getting older, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't want to celebrate it too! Recently I said to Dax, "I'm almost 39. That means almost 40." "Hey," he said, "If you live as long as your Aunt Eliza has, you'll have another good 65 in front of you." I paused for a moment and said, "Or I could live as long as my mom did and have around 20." "Well," Dax said, "Who do you want to be when you grow up?"