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Once more into the breach, dear friends.
I love this blog, you dig? It makes me sad when I go for long periods of time without updating, makes me feel awkward and tongue-tied in a way that usually only happens when I'm confronted with real live people. And God, I have no intention of letting my own ineptitude turn this into yet another place where I feel overwhelmingly, teeth-grindingly silenced.
With that in mind, I'm going to make another attempt getting back into a semi-regular groove, and since I mean to post, and since I've always meant to start posting photos more often in spite of my nonexistent skillz as a photo-type-thing-taking person, I figure that I'll combine the two things for now. I think what's gonna happen here is that when the urge strikes me (and also, let's be realistic about my recent posting history, when it doesn't), I'm going to post a photo of a little piece of my life and then maybe talk about it. I hope I'll talk about it.
We'll just see how far this gets us, shall we?
I picked these up a couple of weeks ago at a local pottery show, and I am deeply in love with them. They're by an Athens-based artist named Crisha Yantis. I loved everything she had on display, and wish I could've bought one of her bigger works, but I'm quite happy with my little plate and bowl.
With that in mind, I'm going to make another attempt getting back into a semi-regular groove, and since I mean to post, and since I've always meant to start posting photos more often in spite of my nonexistent skillz as a photo-type-thing-taking person, I figure that I'll combine the two things for now. I think what's gonna happen here is that when the urge strikes me (and also, let's be realistic about my recent posting history, when it doesn't), I'm going to post a photo of a little piece of my life and then maybe talk about it. I hope I'll talk about it.
We'll just see how far this gets us, shall we?
I picked these up a couple of weeks ago at a local pottery show, and I am deeply in love with them. They're by an Athens-based artist named Crisha Yantis. I loved everything she had on display, and wish I could've bought one of her bigger works, but I'm quite happy with my little plate and bowl.
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{{{hugs}}} Post more!
(and those pics look lovely on your current layout : )
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*hugs* I love that old daisy layout. I really need to see if I can't make it work out in S2.
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And I love reading you, even if you don't think it's interesting. Even if you don't want to post so often, you could comment more to get warmed up. (I am totally talking through my hat here, because I seldom post anything to comment on. I just carry on conversations in other people's LJ comments sections. But it's a start.)
Photo request? Have you got any nice spring flowers in your yard? I always love house pictures.
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In fact, you asked a question the other day that I haven't managed to answer, and here is my answer: yeah, I'm still sticking to WW. (We'll just gloss over The Great Frito Spree of 2008, on last Saturday, shall we?) I've lost 50 pounds, still got some way to go, but I'm not missing that first 50 so much. How's it going for you?
Also: since we in the Deep South are sort of past the "spring flower" stage, and working on the "summer flower" stage, I don't know how springy the flowers I'm taking pictures of will be. But I'll give you flowers, oh yes I will.
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And yeah, there is something about Fritos. Nothing can substitute for them. I could probably just suck on salt tablets and get nearly the same effect, but echt Fritos have a real siren song, especially the BBQ kind.
I did get to enjoy the spring flowers when I was down there, and now I'm getting some of them again up here. It's nice to get double spring! I will happily accept any and all flowers. Now if only I could get some summer tomatoes. I have been getting good corn, at least.
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God, Fritos, don't even get me started, I have one and the next thing you know I'm passed out on the floor with honey barbecue crumbs scattered all around, they're slapping me in junk food rehab, I'm hanging out at the Frito House on the corner. My favorite flavor is the honey bbq twists, but I'll eat any flavor and like it.
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I had a funny dream last night, and you were in it! We were playing an alternate version of the board game Life, where instead of careers and kids, you pick up drugs and prostitutes and such. The prostitutes' little pegs were all glittery, and you had way more of them than I did -- I was perpetually bankrupt and could never afford them. The dream ended before you could win, though.
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It's another fish in the sea. :) I haven't posted in months, or maybe it only feels like months, and I know how you mean. I just haven't got the energy, or something.
Plus I don't want to whine about my mom (who is loads better, but still living in my house!), and that's been all I've been doing for a long time.
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I hope you keep posting more regularly. I always like seeing you on my friends page. It's hard when you get out of the habit, I know. I'm currently trying to get back into the swing of making proper posts again, too.
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I like the pottery, but I like you better.
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GOOD.
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I'll just have to buy more, I guess.
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Kid, I tell you, my cell phone. I didn't get your message till the other night, and now I'm just purely embarrassed to call you. :/ I'm so sorry. When's a good time for me to try again?
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