I’ve decided to try this again, but this time, I’m upping the ante (what the crap is an ante?) by doing a 365 photo challenge as part of 101 in 1001. It’s all about me. ME! Yes. I realize that by doing 365 pictures, I may actually just fail bigger, but then again, I may not. If I don’t fail – if I actually remember to do this daily - I may learn something about myself. I may just take 365 pictures of blah-ness and call it good. I guess we’ll see.
In all honesty, I’ve already failed. This is a hard habit to get into. I don’t seek out the camera, and I’ve got plenty of stuff crammed into my brain. Remembering to take a picture of myself is hard. Plus, six days into this, life didn’t just throw me a curve ball – it threw me several balls, each less like a ball with firm, hard sides and more like balloons all full up with shit. Yes. I played shit ball for a week. Not only was it messy, but it involved so many tears from my red-rimmed eyes. So, I missed some days of picture taking. That just means that I’ll extend the final date past 12/31/13 to encompass 365 days. Well, that is the plan so far. Then again, maybe not.
So, to start the year off like that, I can’t help but learn something about myself, right? Or maybe see myself transform from sad and scared and angry to someone who is less of those things and more happy, secure, and contented? Only time will tell.
1/1/13: yes – I’m hiding. Partly because I gained ten pounds over the holidays. How do you like our new shower curtain, though?
1/2/13: I’m forced to spend four hours per day on public transit because we are a one-income family. I like to say that it’s because I care about the environment (I do), but if I could get three of those hours back by driving myself, I totally would. Oh well. You’ve got to have comfy shoes when you walk from bus stop to bus stop.
1/3/13: This is the ratty sleeve of one of my favorite sweat shirts. UTAH UTES, baby! I wear this shirt as much as possible (which usually means all weekend long).
1/4/13: We just woke up, and we’re still in our jammies. See my lips? I can make them do that in both directions. Not a lot of people can do that – none that I’ve met, in fact. It took me months to be able to do it the in the direction not shown here. I consider it a talent. Look at my face – it has talent written all over it!
1/5/13: Oops – forgot
1/6/13: This? This is my plumber shirt. That? That is my screw-you-damn-stems-valves-and-pea-traps smirk. Yes. On this day, I replaced fittings in both the upstairs and downstairs bathrooms and replaced the entire curvy pipe thing under that bathroom sink. My plumbing can stop trying to intimidate me with these little problems. It’s going to take a lot more than that to make me call a professional.
1/7/13 through 1/10/13: This is the timeframe for the shit storm. Trust me. You don’t want to see pictures of that sorry face…. Really.
1/11/13: I’m not an alumni of Tooele High. I’m a Sanpeter through and through – NORTH Sanpete to be exact. I’m a hawk, and proud of it. However, sometimes you just gotta’ support the neighborhood, right?
1/12/13: My mucklucks. Oh, I love these things. LOVE THEM. This is what my feet spend the entire weekend in unless I have to leave the house. And, those are my pajama pants…
1/13/13: Dammit! Forgot again!
1/14/13: That is my right foot. The one that is going to have surgery next week. Yup. The doctor is going to shave off about 30% of my bone that has formed an “impressive ridge” (his words, not mine) that prevents my big toe from flexing more than about 15 degrees. You don’t know how much you bend your toes until you can’t!
1/15/13: Here I am in my cubicle. Behind me is an incredibly exciting (oh, ha-ha) spreadsheet that I worked on for most of the day. Tabs and graphs galore! Oh, it’s a glamorous life…
1/16/13: This is just me on the bus. It’s so cold that I wish I could wear my hat all of the time. This year blows so bad that this is how I feel all of the time. This is how miserable my face looks all of the time lately. Shit.
1/17/13: Check out this shnazzy scarf! It’s silk, and came directly from China via the mother of one of our friends, Ying. Ying’s son is a year younger than the boys and they play together occasionally. Ying is super nice and very smart. Her mother and father come to the US to visit yearly (and spend months). They are so nice. None of us understand each other, but Ying’s mom thought that I needed this scarf. Sweet. (Notice how I accentuated the fanciness of the scarf with my work sweatshirt? I can really spiff things up, no?)
1/18/13: This is my boot. It is scuffed. I am at work with no access to shoe polish. Hey, ya’ gotta’ do whatcha gotta’ do.
1/19/13: See me? I’m in the right side of the little orange flower on the screen. This is a super cool app that Meatball found that uses his webcam to create “stickers” that he can use to decorate the image on the screen. The two of us fit in a flower nicely. Sadly, I’ve been working on organizing the basement all morning, and I don’t smell very flowery!
1/20/13: I was really busy this day – I swear…
1/21/13: I ran on the treadmill in the company gym today. (May I say how AWESOME it is to have a company gym? Well, it is.) Then, I got ready for work. Then, about two hours later, my face stopped being beet red….
1/22/13: Look at how CUTE this scarf is! My best friend and running partner, Carol, knitted it for me. It goes with EVERYTHING, and it actually keeps me just warm enough (with a sweater) that I don’t need to sport that brown sweatshirt all of the time.
1/23/13: Oh for the love of frickin’ Mary. You know what? I’m so damn done with this year already. The main pipe leading from the city water pipe to our house (so under the yard/driveway) is frozen. We have no water in our house. Taking a picture is the last damn thing on my mind right now.
1/24/13: I had surgery today on my toe. I spent the day under anesthesia and sitting with my foot up. PERFECT time to sit around and take pictures, right? Well, my phone was dead, and my camera is at home.
1/25/13: Hey – look at that sexy footwear. Oh, yeah baby! I’m being very good about keeping raised, but my ass is getting really tired of sitting in this recliner.
1/26/13: I’m tired of this recliner. I’m tired of sitting still. I’m tired of having no water and listening to Bub lug jugs in and out of the house (because she is not happy about it and it’s a constant stream of cuss words). I just want to go to sleep. Unfortunately, I’m not THAT kind of tired.
1/27/13: Hey – at least I have cute company while stuck in the recliner!
1/28/13: I keep trying to convince myself that I have good lookin’ calves. After all, I do yoga, I run, I do squats and lunges and hike and park in the furthest stall from the grocery store door. But, all I see is cankles. And, this dorky damn boot thing isn’t making my calves any shapelier, I’ll tell you that right now.
1/29/13: When I was a 13, my sister bought me make-up for Christmas. I was so excited. I followed the instructions on the back of the eye shadow to the letter. Then, my brother-in-law asked me who gave me a black eye. OK. I may have used a bit too much shadow. Anyway, this is the same brand of mascara that I had back then. I used to buy it no matter what. Then, I became an adult who had to pay for stuff herself, and I just started buying what I could afford. Then, I married Bub and just started getting free samples from her shopaholic mother. Hey. You take what you can get. I think that Santa put this mascara in my sock last month. Full circle…
1/30/13: My Chinese fortune cookie said to wear a new hat and the whole world would look different or I would have a new perspective or some such nonsense. Turns out, it looks a lot the same – especially since I’m wearing the exact same sweater I was wearing just last week and sitting in the exact same cubicle. At least I can now better bend my toe…
1/31/13: Recovery. Isn’t this purdy? It won’t always look like this. In fact, I think that it will actually turn out very well with barely a scar. I get my stitches out next week. I’ll try to remember to take a picture of my awesome foot doc as he is removing them.
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