Wait for me!

Round

Streetlight at night

(in my mirror on my car. I felt weird creeping around this sub at night, so I snapped this ultra fast.)

 A smell I adore.  Like, super duper adore.

I craved this smell when I was prego. 

I would smell an orange for strange amounts of time.

I usually boil the peels after I eat an orange,

to make my house smell. Even when I'm not pg. 

12 noon

At 12 noon today, my HH was brewing up some delectable french press coffee.  

If you haven't tried it, you are missing out. 

It's so good, in fact, that our french press has so many chips in it,

and the spout is pretty much gone, 

but we power through it (on the weekends)

and treat ourselves to this liquid deliciousness.  

Here's your sign.

Harvest & Handwriting

 I love fall. 

This is my third fall in this area.

Heart. 

I really missed it when we were in NM. 

There is nothing like fall in the northern part of the USA! 

This happens to be the very first picture I took in 

my photography class in full manual mode.

I had shutter speed, aperture and ISO forming

the perfect triangle to get a good exposure.

I *love* when I can understand this gorgeous Rebel of mine.

One way to solidify your coolness.

Zztop and I have been heading out to a state park in the area and running the trails together.  (No, I cannot keep up with him.  He's a machine.  He kindly runs at my pace.  When I have had enough, he runs another loop and I pull out my trusty mountain bike, The Hardly.)

And that's how I solidified my coolness this past weekend.  I hate to tell you the story, because I'm sure there will be so many copycats, trying to match my awesomeness.  However, it's worth the risk.  And, I'll always be the original.

There were volunteers from some mountain biking group fixing a section of the loop that I usually take. And we had run the other loop, so I had no idea what was in store for me.  The section that the volunteers were working on was soft.  Really soft.  Picture a garden that is all tilled up, dry soil.  It was really hard to pedal in.  Worse than sand, even.

And I was barely chugging along when a couple of the volunteers asked me if I wanted to be the very first person to bike the new part of the trail.  I hesitated a little.  And they chided me, "Oh, come on! How many times do you get to be first person on a trail?"

Oh, yeah.  This was going to be epic.  And it was.  Just not in the way I imagined.  I took off like a shot, in a snail sort of way.  Everyone starts cheering.  Seriously.  Cheering.  As if.  And then comes the corner.  It was a sharp turn to the right and immediately there is an incline.  I'm cool.  I clearly didn't know how to take the corner in such soft dirt, because the next thing I know- I'm elbow deep in the dirt.  Epic.  I stood up quickly, hoping that maybe they didn't notice? Although, judging by the fact that nobody is cheering any longer, I kind of feel like they saw it. I wouldn't know, because I refuse to make eye contact with anyone.  I'm cool.  And that's when I see the hill.  And realize that there is no way I can start pedaling and make it up the hill from where I am, in dirt this soft.
(People want to be like me.  I just know it.) So, I strut up the hill, pushing The Hardly.

When I'm safely out of anyone's line of vision, I stop to inspect myself.  My left leg was bloody from knee to ankle.  Apparently, pride hurts worse than a physical injury.  As I was cleaning the blood on my leg, Zztop comes running up.  He was the first jogger on the new part of the trail.  And he overheard the volunteers talking about the chick that took a major biff.  Seriously.  I'm so cool that people talk about me after I leave.  You wish you were me.

Macro: bottle cap

Well, at least sometimes.  

Yes, I saved it.  

Yes, I duct taped it to the side of my cupboard.

Yes, I promptly forgot about it. 

I planned on instructing certain short people, very calmly,

to please refer to the bottle cap. 

But, shoot. It slipped my mind. 

Then again, my short people are perfect angels 

and never fight.

So, that's probably why I promptly forgot about it.

Until now.

(This doesn't pertain to you, even if you are shorter than me.) 

When I was a little girl

 This is what I looked like.  

I've been hearing lately, everywhere I go with Kaija, 

that she looks just like me. 

I love it, as I rarely get any credit for my kids.

I tried to let you see if there was any resemblance, 

but she didn't really understand the concept of

holding the photo by her face.

And my scanner is laying next to my desk,

waiting to be thrown out.  

So, this is what you get. 

You get what you get, and you don't throw a fit.

*This is part of the October photo challenge

that Yvonne has organized.

Stay tuned for more photos.*