Merry Christmas, friends!

(can this guy play the shit out of a piano or what?!)

Have you seen Shit Girls Say? It was a Twitter feed first, and now it’s a webseries. Totally brilliant and “oh my god. so true!”

(I’m currently in bed with the stomach flu, so you may direct your love notes, sympathy and other funny things my way this week.)

Did you like my gift guides this year? I debated doing one, but was so inspired by everyone else’s that I had to put one together!

Apropos of nothing, I found this hilarious photo of my father in 1980 on Facebook. It is clear my goofy smile is inherited.

Happy weekend!

I try not to complain a lot, because LAME – I hate when people moan about dumb stuff. Also, there’s not a lot of things that annoy me; I’m mellow, and pretty much don’t care what other people do. However, there are a few things that, despite having no bearing on my life, make me smh. Here are some.

Toilet paper that goes under the roll, not over. If it’s like this at your house, I am going to turn it around while I’m in there, and you’re welcome.

Insisting that The Magician’s Nephew is the first book in the Chronicles of Narnia series. It is not.

Movie talkers. Ok, these kind of affect me, but if we’re being honest, it’s mostly just indignation. What really annoys me is the fact that 90% of the time, if someone’s yammering in a movie theater, they’re perpetrating a stereo-type. You know which one.

Leather jackets. I don’t get it. You’ve wrapped your torso in the skin of a dead cow. For why?!

People who listen to music through the speaker of their mobile phones in public. It sounds awful, and headphones are so inexpensive. And you’re being rude.

Smart phones at dinner. Check in on Foursquare, sure, then put it away or risk my irritation. (dun dun dun.)

Rude receptionists, and, while we’re at it, rude phlebotomists!

What bugs you? (And don’t say bloggers who cheat at NaBloPoMo by making quirky lists.)

“Oh! I wanted one of these, but then they went out of stock. Now they’re back!”

“So grab one! We’ll use it.”

“No, we don’t need it.”

“It’s seven dollars.”

“So? CLUTTER!”

He sighed, and put it in our cart, and that is why he is my favorite.

When I invite someone to take a mirror photo with me, I have a good chance of getting smooched.

Happy weekend!

I would like to go tell 14 year old Amber that one day we would be married to a guy with a beard. She would be pleased.

Happy birthday, Rob Blatt! I love your beardy face.

I found a turquoise recorder for $4.

So far my repertoire consists of Jingle Bells, which I learned twenty years ago, Mary Had a Little Lamb, and the opening notes of Eye of the Tiger.

As a rule, I never do “impulse buys”, especially of “stuff” that can clutter my apartment, but I totally deserved this, don’t you think? It’s making me seriously happy.

The call came this morning: the injection for my ectopic pregnancy appears to be working, and will require no more treatment right now, just monitoring. Woo hoo! I am so glad I made the choice to forgo surgery to try to save my tube. It’s paying off.

Thanks for bearing with me as I slog through this. Your comments, emails and tweets have made this way more bearable than it would have been.

Happy weekend.

The SCAR Project by fashion photographer David Jay illustrates exactly why I became a photographer: there is beauty in everything and everyone, and those of us lucky enough to have fallen in love with our cameras can bring it out. Look at what I get to aspire to!

The site is LSFW, depending on how big of a douchebag your boss is.

The book is available on Amazon: The SCAR Project (Breast Cancer Is Not a Pink Ribbon) Volume 1

photo from hello don’t hang up / Susan on flickr

September?! Already?!

Man.

Anyone else feel like this summer speed by? I want more!

Technically there are still 20 days left to complete my list of things to do this summer. It’s too late for berry picking, but going to the farmer’s market for peaches will be a close second. (They’re amazing right now, thus I’ve declared it peach cobbler season.)

How was YOUR summer? Was there enough swimming, outdoorsy goodness, and relaxing? Were enough popsicles eaten? (Important.) Any regrets? There’s still time to do summery stuff! Go!