A few things. One, I know you’ve been totally dying to hear about my YouTube progress, mentioned in that blog I did about dogs back in May. I’m happy to report that because of my diligent tagging and keyword use, my views have gone from a measly 6 views to a whopping 17 views! Good job, everybody!
Sarcasm. It’s what’s for breakfast.
In other news, I recently went to the beach. That is usually good news, but for somebody with psoriasis, it’s great news. The sun and the sand, combined with the salt water act as some amazing healing thing that makes me much better. I want to live there. I realize that in the grand scheme of beaches that Virginia Beach is, like, pretty lame, but it’s close by to friends and family and blah blah blah don’t judge me.
Halloween was last weekend, and for the first time in a long time me and The Hubs went out. We actually went to a wedding Saturday afternoon (a costume wedding – what a neat idea, yeah?) and ate some grilled cheeses with our dear friend The Swisher and then all got ready for a night out on the town.
The plan was to go to Gallery 5, a local art gallery (and so much more) located in Jackson Ward. So that’s what we did. I got my Tarot cards read by a women who seriously had no energy left to give a crap and saw a band that rocked my face off. Apparently they’ve been around for three years, so I’ve obviously been living under a rock. I’m probably going to write them up on the other blog I write (for work) so keep an eye out there.
I already put our costume pictures up on Facebook, so I won’t bore you with them here (since I’m friends with both my readers on Facebook – hi guys!) and I’m sure some other people out there managed to get pictures of the event that don’t look like they were taken by a three year old. In fact, this person has pictures on Flickr even as we speak.
I can’t believe it’s Thursday already. I’m behind on everything – from laundry to scholarly pursuits, but I thought I’d take a minute to put SOMETHING here now that I’m actually on the interwebs for real. No more training wheels.
I realize it’s been forever since I posted anything about Emma, so here is a little story in pictures you might enjoy – featuring our favorite four-year-old.
Emma Jamz
It’s funny, because most pictures of drummers are usually the same. They are just sitting there, behind those drums, rocking out. That’s what Emma’s doing here. She’s rocking out.
Emma Roarz
When she’s rocked quite enough we went outside for some general running around and going crazy. This is Emma roaring mightily. She kept yelling “What?!?!” ala Lil’ John, which I understand is something her parents taught her years ago.
Emma Smilez
Give a kid a bunch of candy and juice and they’ll keep you entertained for hours. Not that we did that…much.
Emma Glamz
In my shameless ploy to be Emma’s “favorite” that night, I presented her with a pink feather boa with the brief explanation that every girl needs a pink feather boa. I saved the tiara for the next time I sense that The Hubs might be her “favorite” that particular time.
**a note about “favorites”. The Illustrious Father of Emma told us a little story wherein he, Emma, and several other folks were at the beach for vacation. Emma asked a friend of the family if she would carry her down to the water. The friend of the family replied that Emma was perfectly capable of walking herself, and Emma said that she was fully aware of that, she would just prefer to be carried. The friend of the family asked, “Why? Why do you want me to carry you?” To which Emma replied, “Because you’re my favorite.” Sneaky, clever, and totally effective, of course. We all try to be Emma’s favorite every time we see her. I’m convinced this will turn her into a great lobbyist or movie star, and hopefully not a cult leader.
So, now that you’ve been hit by that tidal wave of adorableness, I will bid you adieu. I’m off to find interesting pictures and stories to share with you. After I finish the mountain of schoolwork and workwork I need to do.
I got so busy talking about the wine festival that I didn’t mention any surreal parts. Here is a recap of the day that doesn’t include what was previously blogged or tweeted about:
* It was so hot that heat waves were squiggling off the surface of not only the rocks and gravel in Innsbrook, but also off of the sweaty people. I kept rubbing my eyes to fix it, but it was an optical illusion from the heat. Either that or a hallucination. I’ll stick with the former.
* The crowd was relatively young, so they got drunk FAST. There were a couple of times when I encountered someone who was obviously tipsy (even plastered) but holding it together so well that I wanted to say “Good job. I can tell that you’re wasted, but that’s only because I am stone-cold sober. To the rest of the drunk people out here you are holding it together remarkably well. Kudos to you, Drunkface.”
* I am a suck-up to cops. I can’t decide if this is because I really respect what they’re meant to do (because I do, the idea of cops is good), because I like having armed people on my side (also true), or because I think that they might let me off easy if I get in trouble someday (me? get in trouble? never!). Luckily for me it was not hard to be extra-nice to the cops at the Wine Festival, because they were extra-nice and friendly. Innsbrook cops are awesome, as long as you’re not gettinig into trouble in Innsbrook.
* I am an old lady. Seriously. I know I mentioned my back and my sinuses yesterday, and today I have a nifty new rash on my cheeks. Regardez:
Heat rash? Nickel poisoning? Heaven only knows. Hopefully my cheeks won’t rot off before I’m able to post again…
i can't really tell you what this blog is about, but I can tell you what it's not about. monkeys. at least not all the time.
