Travel Picture How-To

This is what happens when you let someone else take your picture. Ew! But... unfortunately, this is actually what I look like! Pretty much warts and rolls and all. Sigh. The bad part of coming home after a vacation is looking at how fat you are in your pictures! Ugh. Who wants to see the real me?

That's why I have perfected the art of the flattering self-portrait! The key to a satisfactory image of one's self? The right angle, scope, and perspective. Showcasing the strong point of your figure is ALSO helpful...

On The Way There

Just a picture I took from the plane on the way to Las Vegas. The little winky glint at the top is the moon. It was just a sliver then, but on the way back last night/uber-early this morning the moon was a huge gorgeous crescent. I would have snapped a pic of it but my camera battery was dead and Dani's camera was tucked away in her carry-on. I would have asked for her to dig it out but she was pretty busy freaking out in the seat next to me. A little turbulence managed to turn her into a wreck in mere nanoseconds... which, as far as sights go, almost made up for not getting a tangible memory of what it's like to fly alongside the moon.

Bedtime

Mundanities

Ahhh. I have just sat down after being go-go-go all day today. I was at 8am to meet my Godparents for breakfast. They're my surrogate parents, so I can't really complain about getting my ass out of bed for them. After some delicious pancakes at Route 99 they dropped me off (I seriously would have walked, but it was snowing and my Auntie Carol and Uncle Bob refused to let me brave the elements!) and I took care of some things around the apartment while waiting for Josh to call me for our date today. Then, he monopolized my time for the next few hours, my favourite part of which was our lunch at the Upper Crust Cafe. Yum yum yum!!!! I love it there so much! Thanks for treating, Joshie ;)

Then, after I got home, I REALLY went to work. I cleaned up the entire apartment (save for my brother's room), INCLUDING the bathroom (ugh), and the kitchen. Everything is spotless, which makes me feel ridiculously pleased with myself. How domestic of me! Maybe I WOULD make someone a good wife after all ;)

Then, once my surroundings were cleaned, I set to cleaning myself in preparation for departure tomorrow. The whole grooming process took me a couple of hours and a LOT of water. If I am single-handedly responsible for Edmonton running out of hot water, I would not be surprised. Tee hee. So now I am fully smoothed and lotioned and pinked and buffed! Woot. :)

Now, I just have to pack! *lol* Sigh. If only I could stop listening to the Hoedown Throwdown over and over again I might be able to remove myself from the computer...

I Dream of Genie

My friend/coworker Marisa has a page-a-day calendar that features fun little activities. Sometimes, when she takes a particular liking to one, she photocopies it and passes it out to the rest of us to do. This is one we did a couple of weeks okay, that I never got around to posting, but that seems particularly fitting today:

I suppose that since I AM going to Vegas (Las Vegas, not that other one) tomorrow I should be asking the genie for safe flights and hitting the jackpot, but I still wouldn't change a single wish.

Farm Town

So, I joined this adorable new application-slash-game on Facebook called Farm Town. You get a patch of land on which you can plow little gardens and plant things like grapes and tomatoes and rice. So, my potato fields are 98% done, which means in another 2% I need to harvest those potato fields, and then either store the potatoes in my storage shed thingie, or sell them at the marketplace. If I DON'T harvest those potato fields in time, then they go to waste.

I'm sitting here, waiting for my imaginary potato fields to finish growing, before I let myself carry on with my un-imaginary day. This is either quirky and adorable, or just plain sad.

Geography Lesson

"My hands are so dry the backs of them look like the Safari Desert."

Dani Desjardines