Shedding a Little Light on Things

I've been the guinea pig for a lot of my husband's photography lately. He's really quite amazing and carries about a million kazillion facts around in his head. He also has the habit of talking to himself while he's working on something which makes it so I'm privy to said facts.

Today the facts were all about photographic lighting, f-stops, and other such things.

The thing is, I have absolutely positively no idea what he's talking about. And as he goes on and on spewing out brilliance all I'm hearing is the teacher voice from "Peanuts", so I burst out laughing.

You know what happened next?


Dave: "OK, now I need to tell you about it all over again."


And he did!

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A Perfect Storm Leads to a Perfect Lamp

You know how you can have something in your house for years, and this something just kind of bugs you every time you see it?  Well, I had something, well, many somethings, but today I tackled and fixed one of those somethings.

You see, there's this lamp that sits atop my desk.  It's pretty.  It's also utterly and completely boring.  Several years ago I even took it to a friend's house for a day of do-it-yourself projects but never got to it.  So it continued sitting pretty and being boring week after week after week.  Until today, when the perfect storm occurred.

Perfect storm ingredients:
- a day off for Memorial Day
- a literal storm outside keeping me inside
- a chance viewing of a blog I love
- having everything I needed right here

So I pulled my very boring white lamp shade off and painted flowers all over it.  Then I took the base and stem of the lamp and polka dotted the heck out of it.

And guess what!  I love my totally not boring lamp!


...and so does David!

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More Psychic than I Wanna Be

I'm pretty close to my kids.  No doubt.  Many, many years of mostly relationship building stuff and here we are.  But sometimes we're just a little too close.  As in psychically close.

The big guy was heading out to meet someone about some potential work.  I was in the kitchen when he came to the bar to talk to me.  I looked at him as he sat on a stool.


Me:  "You look nice."

Big guy:  "You can only see a little of me, mom."  Ya, it's hard to give the guy a compliment.

Me:  "Well, from what I do see, you look nice.  Except you better zip up your fly."


Now, could I see anything on him below his chest?  Nope.

Was his fly indeed open?  Yup.

Did we get just a tad freaked out?  You bet.

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Lightening the Load

Yes, it's approaching the end of July...and yes, school let out early June...and yes, the little guy and I just now finally got around to emptying his very full backpack.  Why'd we wait a month-and-a-half?  Because it's always a scary activity.  That's why.

Today's finds?

- oodles of wrappers from snacks he'd taken to school.

- unopened, but very squashed snacks.

- a half-full bottle of water (I still haven't opened it to clean it...a little afraid of the possible smell).

- pretty much every piece of completed homework that he never got around to turning in which resulted in a lot of zeros.

- band photos I have no recollection of having ordered (they're awesome...he's wearing his old horn rimmed glasses and his black and orange hand cast!).

- a brownish piece of something that we could only assume was perhaps food at some point.  Maybe part of an apple?  Maybe a piece of beef jerky?  All I know is that a lot of stuff ended up adhered to whatever it was and I couldn't get rid of it fast enough.

- his language arts journal that he immediately started pouring through for something.

     Me:  "Are you looking for your poem about poop?"
     Little guy:  "Yeah."
     Me:  "I have a photo of that poem on my computer."
     Little guy:  Beamed at me...he knows his mom is proud.

- a french horn mouthpiece that I'm pretty sure I had to buy another one to replace.

- a paperback he'd finished reading at the beginning of the school year.


That darn backpack weighed about twenty pounds...and he carried it around every day. I wonder if it will ever occur to him to clean it out regularly during the school year.  You know, to lighten his load and all.  Or maybe he could just start turning in his homework.

Silly guy!

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