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  • What, Tuesday again?  Oh dear, that means I leave town in two days.  I have a lot to do.  Why am I on the computer?  Oh yeah, because I’m the Queen of Procrastination.  Or will be when I get around to buying myself a crown.  Someday.
  • I don’t have an actual bucket list, more of a vague bucket jumble in my head.  Things I want to do.  Make that things I really want to do.  Maybe I should write them down?  Anywho…  I found a new experience to add to the jumble/list this weekend while reading O Magazine.  Travel to a random foreign destination with no plans, asking people I meet there what they recommend.  What an outrageous, scary, exhilarating thought!  I tore the article out and added it to our travel file after informing Jason that we’re going to do that someday.  I tore several articles out of that issue, as a matter of fact.  I don’t often recommend specific magazine issues, but this one has some good stuff in it.
  • Holy cow.  Grilled Chicken and Pineapple Quesadillas?  Count me in.  (Minus the peppers, because, you know, they’re peppers.  Ick.)  I think I’m the only one in the family who would eat them.  Even better.
  • Speaking of The Pioneer Woman, did anyone else do a double-take while watching Dancing With the Stars last night?  From the angle the camera shot them, the people in the audience applauding for Erin looked an awful lot like Ree and her daughter.  At least in the quick glance I got the first two times they were shown.  I knew it wasn’t them, because Ree was tweeting from the ranch all day.  Sure enough, when the camera went back to them later in the show, that was obvious.  Still, it had me questioning myself for a few moments.
  • That was a really oddly random thing to talk about, wasn’t it?  Oh wait, it’s Tuesday.  It’s supposed to be random.  I think I might be getting the hang of this.
  • It’s been a week of weird anniversaries, hasn’t it?  Twenty years ago, Jim Henson died.  That’s the first thing I remember happening in the “outside world” that truly affected my psyche.  Oh sure, I remember the Ollie North trial, and a couple of other major 80’s events, but hey, I was a kid.  A normal, American, self-centered kid.  Those things happened, but they didn’t happen to me.  Jim Henson?  Kermit Himself?  I felt that loss.
  • The other anniversary – today, thirty years ago.  Mt. St. Helens.  I don’t remember that one (I was five, people, not even in kindergarten yet), but now that I live in the PNW, I’m learning a lot about it, and obviously the anniversary is quite a big deal around here.  For good reason.  The thing is still active.  Wow.  I think we’re going to go visit it this summer.


  • I started a new weekly tradition today: going to Kalen’s classroom and reading with each of the students.  (Major flashbacks, as I’d nearly forgotten that I did the same with Nicky’s first grade classmates a few years ago.)  I introduced myself to the class and confessed up front that I am horrible with names and that I would likely be forgetting most of them from week to week.  They thought that was pretty funny.  Or maybe they thought it was strange.  I’m going with the former.
  • I was reading with each kid individually, and I introduced myself to the ones I didn’t know.  We shook hands.  I wanted to stop right then and there and have a handshaking lesson.  Most of the boys (save one) had nice, firm grips.  Every. Single. Girl. (save one) had a fishy handshake, barely touching my hand and letting it hang there limply.  I know, I know, they’re six or seven years old.  But why is it that the boys know darned well how to shake hands confidently, and only ONE girl does??  I’m not saying it’s anyone’s fault, because I’m guessing handshaking isn’t something most parents teach their kids before first grade.  (We happened to, but different people have different teaching priorities.  I get that.  And we have boys.  I hope I would’ve taught it to daughters as well, but I can’t assume I wouldn’t have fallen into the same pattern as most other people…strangers don’t tend to offer their hands to little girls as much.  I wonder why that is…)  It does make me wonder, however, how many of these bright, otherwise confident girls will grow up not knowing this very important (in American business, at least) social skill?  I’ve met my fair share of grown women with limp-fish handshakes.
  • The only handshake worse than a fishy one?  A crushing one.  There was a certain high-ranking military officer I was introduced to as a teenager who crushed the hell out of my hand.   I must’ve been barely seventeen.  A seventeen-year-old GIRL.  (With, I might add, a confident, firm-enough handshake.  I’d grown up meeting high-ranking military officers, after all.)  What middle-aged man feels the need to exert that kind of physical power over a teenage girl??  Now that I think about it, it’s actually pretty creepy.  Great, now he’s not only an a$$h0le in my memory, he’s a creepy a$$h0le.
  • Loved last night’s Big Bang Theory.  The Wesley Crushers.  Heh.  I did have to ask Jason why he’s never so impressed when I quote Yoda, though.  His response: “You’ve been doing it for so long.”  Oh yeah.  I’m geekier than Penny.  I forget sometimes.
  • I have a dentist appointment tomorrow.  I want to switch dentists.  There’s nothing wrong with this one, and the people there are perfectly friendly, it’s just not the homey, “you’re family” atmosphere we had at our dentist in Georgia.  The hygienist never remembers my aversion to mouthwash.  Plus, Jason has a different dentist he used – and loved – when he was here last summer.  How do I “break” from the dentist?  Just not make my next appointment?  Tell them I’m switching?  They won’t really care, will they?  Why do I care?  Two words: people pleaser.  Gah.
  • Are there any reformed ex-people pleasers out there?  Please share.  Methods.  Results.  The whole shebang.
  • The one-and-only Pioneer Woman is going to be here Saturday for a book signing.  I’d love to go, but I can only imagine how crowded it’s going to be.  It’s at the same venue as the Cake Wrecks signing we went to last fall, and that was crowded.  I’d be surprised if the crowd isn’t doubled for Ree’s visit.  I don’t particularly care for crowds.
  • And so ends a post in which you were introduced to not one, not two, but three more Aimee Idiosyncrasies.  (Or maybe four.  I’ve kind of lost count.)  Lucky readers!

Now that I’m fiddling around with my camera more, I thought I’d jump into some challenges.  I don’t know about you, but there’s nothing like a challenge to stir my creative juices.  Today, Ree at The Pioneer Woman issued a Macro Challenge.

I love the macro setting on my camera.  It’s so much fun to get up close and personal.  My initial thought was to take some photos of the flowering bush just popping into bloom in the front yard, or maybe some of the dandelions dotting the lawn.  In clicking through the Flickr group, however, I noticed that flowers and plants were the overwhelming choice of photographers responding to the challenge.

As I looked at flower after gorgeous flower (really, most of those shots are stunning!), a ring popped into my mind.  For my birthday, my parents gave me a beautiful ring.  I love it.  It’s SO me.  Turns out it also makes a pretty darned gorgeous photographic subject.

Not too shabby, if I may say so myself.  I like the fact that it’s low-contrast, and I love the detail the camera captured in the center stone.  I had a lot of fun with this in Photoshop before settling on this version, but I finally made myself quit while I was ahead.

ETA: Okay, this is so frustrating.  Is the photo blurry when you guys look at it?  When I insert it into the post, it’s crystal clear, but once I hit publish, it looks blurry.  Please click the photo to go take a peek at it on Flickr…it’s much prettier there!

Sweet Shot DayI’m adding this to Sweet Shot Tuesday, too!  It’s definitely my favorite photo of the week.

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