Cold. Effing cold.

What the hell is up with this wind chill? The temperature is -5° right now, but the wind chill is -25°. I'm sorry, negative what now? Cat and I were talking and she said that instead of reading -5°, the digital thermostat in cars should just say FING COLD.

Speaking of cold in the car, we need to get a garage door opener installed so we can use our garage for more than box storage. I have never, in all my years of driving, had the luxury of parking my car in a garage and I think it's about high time I change that.

My friend Kate who is from Red Deer, Alberta doesn't think it's so bad. Of course it snows in July where she's from so her opinion on these matters can't be really be trusted.

Day-O-Photos

Today, I took nearly 500 pictures. Wow.

I narrowed the first batch of 250 down to the best 20. Seriously, 250 down to 20. I guess that's why I take 250 at a time. So maybe, just maybe, half a dozen or so will be good. That doesn't make me a bad photographer, I swear...










These two girls were a dream to photograph. They were so cool. Little Girl wanted to play in the dirt and her mom let her. She said, "Okay, go ahead." What a great mom! She wasn't worried about her kid getting dirty for pictures. I love that.

I'll weed through the second batch tomorrow. Right now it's pizza and beer time.

Oh Boy.

A few moments ago I was thinking to myself how nice it was to be relaxing at home on a Friday night. It's not pathetic because I'm married, so obviously I'm lovable. And I'm not lonely, because again, I'm married. And I had the option of going out tonight anyways but I chose to pass on it.

And then I realized that I was watching trash TV, drinking wine and licking out the inside of a frosting container. Seriously.

What about this isn't pathetic again? I forget...

I did get some work done tonight! I also got two more orders for robot scarves. Robots plus scarves equals a big hit apparently!

Good Old Days

I was listening to a few older gentlemen at work reminisce about the good old days of Omaha. The old drive-ins, the bread store that was run by Italians (real Italians), Charlie Manson. Say what?

I work for a youth services organization and apparently Charles Manson was sent here in 1957 but he was screened out during an initial psychological evaluation and was never admitted to the program. Good call on that one...

The conversation made me wonder what I'm going to miss when I'm 65. What from today, or from my childhood, won't exist forty years from now. Are people going to think I'm an old fart when I tell them that when I was little we didn't have cable TV, the internet, cell phones, MP3s? Or are those things not even going to exist anymore? The world is already freaking me out in a, "Big Brother Is Watching You," kind of way. I can't even imagine how much worse it's going to get. My dream is to one day open a restaurant that does not have TVs propped up in every corner. Can you imagine what a novelty that will be in another decade? It seems like ever since 9/11 every restaurant in America (except for the really, really fancy ones) has installed TVs. No one wants to be less than six yards away from breaking news. The last McDonald's I went into had a huge flat screen TV on one wall and everyone in the dining area was pointed at it. How sad is that? I long for a time gone by where going out to eat, even going to McDonald's, was an event cherished by American families.

I also long to return to a time and place where it would be chic for me to vacuum the house in a cocktail dress and apron, holding a martini in one hand. I seriously want that. I want to put on my wedding dress and this really cute vintage apron I have and get someone come to my house and photograph me vacuuming in it while drinking a seriously dirty, salty martini. How campy and fun would that be? But that's neither here nor there.

Now that I'm married and potentially going to be introducing more humans into this world, I want life to return to the simple times of drive-ins, real Italians and pre-cult Charlie Manson.

Things I'm Loving Tonight

Cheesy Chex Mix...

Diet Coke (what else is new)...

Real Simple Magazine...

Family Guy...

Feeling a sense of accomplishment...

Ringo...

Robot Love

I mailed off a few scarves this morning to a co-op store in Des Moines. It felt good to cross that one off my list. I sent this one, this one and this one:



I didn't realize what I terrible picture I took until just now. It's too late to retake it though. It's in a box somewhere between here and Iowa.

Photographic Proof That I Really Did Get Married!

We finally got our wedding pics back! Here are a few. There is a whole folder of them over on my Flickr stream.



I created my own button stems and then had local wedding vendor/artist Princess Lasertron make felt stems. The bridesgals had similar bouquets too.



We found this awesome tent at a golf course and rented it for the entire day at a ridiculously cheap price. We had both the ceremony and reception here and saved ourselves a ton of money. We also saved our guests from driving to two separate places.



How excited am I?



Our cutting cake was decorated like the Yellow Submarine cartoon. It was a surprise to Matt from me. The cake was unbelievable. It was chocolate with peanut butter mousse.



Our first dance was to, "Something" by The Beatles.