November 11, 2009

• {Outfit of Choice & Survey of Sorts}
  
  

  
  Thanks to all who gave their opinion and fashion tips on what outfit I should wear for our family pictures…
  
  I ended up going choice#1 with wide blue belt and heels.
  
  At the last minute I decided to wear a different skirt.
  which I’d found for 2 bucks,
  which I thought was a wonderful deal,
  which I thought was adorable.
  
  But, you know how they say, ” always go with your first instinct.”
  yeah.. I’m kinda feeling that as I look through the shots –
  
  We’ve got browns and blues. browns and blues. browns and blues.
  then suddenly…
  Hello Bright Purple Skirt!!
  
  Here’s a few of just the girls and I being silly..
  waiting for the boys to come over,
  who kept running to the van to listen to the Bengals game. :/

  

  
  
  It’s always a funny {not really} thing when trying to get our once a year family Christmas pictures..
  
  I swear, we could stand outside all day long in our own back yard and snap away..
  wearing who cares what…
  and acting which ever way we want…
  and have every single shot turn out great.
  
  But dress us up.
  Haul us across town.
  Try to pose us..
  and bam!
  It must be stage fright or something.
  …every other one has someone’s eyes shut.
  mouth open {wonder who that would be?}.
  or the wind creating strange illusions…
  like the longest nose hairs EVER!
  
  We ended up with a whole entourage of family and friends there~
  yes. it takes a village!
  I so appreciate their help.
  I’d like to say it was a fun time – but, well..
  even I don’t find being in pictures “fun.”
  {shhh.. don’t let my husband read that}
  
  It was a bit ironic that I got a call the day after our 2nd attempt from a professional photographer..
  reminding me that we’d won an all paid 2 hour session with as many people as I wanted to bring!
  It was one of the prizes from that whole singing competition thing in the summer…
  and I totally forgot!~
  
  When I told Shayne he just stared at me with that blank, dumbfounded look he gets that needs no words.  
  
  
  Maybe if I convince him they could be our Christmas pictures for NEXT year he’ll cave.
  We could just photo shop a few wrinkles in, don’t ya think…

  

  
   
  
  
  

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  The other day while eating out I discovered a hair on my food.
  I’m usually not overly freaked out by such things – -
  hey, I’m the kid who ate ants when I was little.
  And of course wanting to believe the best about others..
  naturally I assume most people are generally “clean.”

  So I kept eating.

  But upon the discovery of a second hair,
  I took the sandwich apart and examined it more closely.
  Taking bites from a few more safe looking areas.

  When I spotted another, that I’m not sure had been on the food or not..
  just casually laying barely on the side of the plate –
  I decided to eat no further.

  When we got our bill I asked the waiter if he would take mine off, explaining why.
  He called the manager over who, after giving my explanation again, said-
  “Um.. so there was a hair in your food.”
  {why do people repeat what you just said?}

  I nodded and slightly corrected, “Hair-S! Yes sir.”

  He acted a bit peeved and I saw his eyes glance up at my head…

  “…and they were black.” I quickly added. “short….black… hair-S.”

  As we left, the person I was with said she thought that was bold and could never say anything if it were her…

  Bold? I just thought hair on food in a restaurant where you’re paying for what you assume will be quality service was a no brainer!! :/

  But. maybe. I’m. wrong.
  I have been before.

  And then I became curious –
  was I unusual?
  I have been before.

  So, I thought I’d run a survey for fun.
  and to convince myself I’m not so unusual..
  or maybe I’ll find out I am.

  What do/have/or would you do in that situation?

  a). Stop eating the minute you see it and not say a word.
  b). Tell the waiter and ask for another meal
  c). Keep eating it – carefully
  d). Stand up and yell, ‘HAIR!’ Immediately exit the restaurant… grabbing the Purell from your purse on the way out!

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  And with that wonderful imagery in mind.. it’s time for lunch!!

  

  hope your day’s a happy one!

  

  

  i should add: photo credit goes here.
  

  
  

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