OKIEDOKE. You have spoken.
The results of the 2007 NaBloPoMo WhaNoToWe are in.

I am storing the following things until I *ahem* lose some baggage:

I am replacing these four:

If you haven’t already, please cast your opinion on this shirt, I need a tie breaker, but I’m not too sure I should trust your opinion…

The Internets seriously think I should continue wearing these? Seriously? *Everybody* said keep the beanie?

Time to tuck myself in. I’ve gotta get up early to find something to wear to ::Da Da DAAAAA:: the reunion. Oh, and maybe replace a few shirts if there’s a good sale.

I’m making sweet potatos for Thanksgiving at my cousin’s.

I went in the cabinet to pull out brown sugar.
I pulled out two tubs. One has brown sugar, the other has gingerbread that I made last December.

Right now, I really should be peeling sweet potatoes.
But I’m on line at Macy’s.com looking for a dress to wear to ::cue the music:: “Da da DAAAAA” My 10 year reunion.

If I had my choice, I’d wear this outfit… but I’m sure I would stick out like a sore thumb. How would that be any different than fourteen years ago?

Which reminds me, I need to get my eyebrows threaded first thing Saturday morning, yikes! And good grief, I had bags under my eyes at 14? Maybe it wasn’t such a secret that I didn’t sleep at night!

But my dog thanks me.

This week, at the place one does not blog about: I had to move mountains. I worked late, then went to the gym, then came home and nursed my cold and went straght to bed.

That Darn Dog was mostly gracious about not being walked for a few days. Last night, she began to hint that she was unhappy with being left alone. Usually, when she’s lonely and mad, she pulls the tablecloth off the kitchen table and takes them out in the yard to chew on. Last night she just pulled a blanket off the couch and left it there.

It was a convincing argument, and I could hardly be mad at her, so I blew off NaBloPoMo to walk the dog. She danced the whole way around the block. She was a very happy girl.

Priorities, people!

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So lately, I’ve been taking a lot of pictures of my dog.



But only because he isn’t so good to look at from this angle.

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Dear Cameraphone,

You suck.

I’m not one who needs a fancy cell phone. But alas, there was no Old-Folks Cell Phone when I needed a new one. I don’t need anything but a dial pad and a send button. I was irked because I couldn’t find a cell phone without expensive extras like a color display, 32 bit ringones and an operating system of some sort. I agreed to purchase this nonsense because there was no cheaper alternative in the store.

But still, you tempted me.You tempt me with fancy advertisements and neat little toys. Bluetooth? What is this seductive hold you had on me? The possibilities seemed endless. Psychadelic Penguins? No Problem!

No more. Our love afair is over.

While it is handy to have a cameraphone for spontaneous outings, you are not a spontaneous phonecamera. Half the time, when I go to take a photo, it takes me 3 minutes to get you into the mode (or mood) to take a picture. It is nice to have pictures at the Weird Al concert, like this one.

It’s nice to grab a shot on vacation. This makes a lovely picture on my cellphone wallpaper, but it doesn’t go much farther than that.

So I take you along with me on outings, stuff you into my purse for a special day with a friend. Wait? Which friend was this? I can hardly tell?

I realize that you are a phone first, and a camera second, but if this is the best that you can do, then you are on your way out the door.
How shall I mark this special day? Shall I fill in the gaps in my memory with a sharpie? Is that what you would have me do?

This is not acceptable! This clown! This is not the face of my friend!

It takes me 47.2 steps to get Bluetooth to send these photos to my desktop, and then THIS is what you have to offer?

You and me, cameraphone, we are finished.

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I thought this was one of the most useful articles from Real Simple magazine… but now I’m looking at this shirt and I’m not so sure.

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