Archive for February, 2009
Finally, a post not titled “Macro Monday…” and not about jewelry. Shocker. I know. I really don’t have anything to say these days. Yes, I always say that and then end up writing a novel… but for reals, yo. Most of my time on the computer is spent building and growing our business. It’s a full time job, just with no “perks” (yet). I guess that’s not entirely true. It has paid for some pretty cool toys. Toys are definitely perks.
Today I spent all afternoon working on taxes. The sad part is, I’m not to the actual tax part yet. It took me all afternoon to enter my end of year inventory into my spreadsheet and add up the totals. People, I have too much stuff. Really, does a girl need so many gemstones?
Well, yes. Yes, she does. A girl just doesn’t want to be bothered with counting them every year for uncle Sam. Uncle Sam is not the nicest of uncles. All he does is take our hard earned money and spend it on crap. He’s not very fiscally responsible. And yet I have to be accountable to him. That’s all kinds of crazy.
Speaking of all kinds of crazy… it’s been all kinds of crazy windy here. I mean, knock you over windy. Well, knock you over if you’re tiny like me. Ok, I have not actually been knocked over, but “knock you over windy” just sounds so much more ominous than plain old “windy”. Shoot, everywhere has plain old “windy”. How boring is “windy”? But we don’t get plain old “windy” here. We get 50 MPH winds on a weekend for no good reason. That’s all kinds of crazy.
And we’re back.
It will be all kinds of miraculous if I awaken to the lack of recyclables strewn all across the neighborhood and threatening stares from our neighbors.
Speaking of all kinds of miraculous… the fact that the following photos came out even halfway decent in this all kinds of crazy knock you down wind must indeed be a sign from the heavens. A sign of what, I am not sure.
These are, as I’m sure you guessed, little baby oranges on my little baby mandarin orange tree.
*Pauses to relish in the collective aaaawww*
Not so awww? The fact that I picked and threw away probably twenty little baby oranges. It was so sad. So very, very sad. I did it only because apparently it’s recommended the first few years, so the little baby fruits don’t take so much energy from the growing tree.
If only I knew this fact when we planted the dang thing two years ago. No wonder it hasn’t grown. But it is prolific!
Did you know that little baby mandarin oranges, even when teeny tiny pea sized and still green, smell just like edible full sized mandarin oranges? Oh, so sad having to pick ‘n toss them.
Did you also know that I can throw little baby mandarin oranges all teeny tiny pea sized and still green over the fence really really far? I probably made some birdies really happy. Well, if they didn’t get hit over the head that is.
Now orange you glad I blogged?
Okay, okay, okay… so last week was a little too easy. I think everyone guessed correctly!
Red onion, indeed. I was making a big pot of black beans the night I photographed the pepper and onion. I bought a red onion specifically with Macro Monday in mind. Maybe I should have stuck with yellow! *wink*
Well there you go… can you outsmart my macro?
… little bitty glass flowers. Every-freaking-where.
What can I say? I guess I’m ready for spring.
Maybe I like them cause I can’t kill them.
Oh wait. I guess that’s not true. I did kill a few… apparently glass flowers do not like the 1400+ degree heat of a torch. They sort of explode. I don’t recommend trying that.
I do recommend wearing them, however, as they are just darling. Dontcha think?
A few of you got kiiiinda sorta close, but not really.
Sorry, peeps. No alien skin. How about another macro of the item? I took two and had to choose:
Here is the rest of the original photo:
It’s the inside of a bell pepper! Oh, the nastiness! I really, really hate bell peppers. I always have. They have always made me want to gag. Their flavor is quite offensive to my palate for some reason or other. I feel the same way about celery. All other veggies, I’m fine with.
Up this week:
Let’s see how you do this time. Can you outsmart my macro? Good luck!
Signs that you are a chocolate addict:
You are walking out the door, on your way to Lowe’s, Circuit City, and any other store your husband decides to drag you to… but before you get out the door, you find yourself running back to the kitchen and stuffing a bag of Hershey kisses into your purse.
You find yourself holding it up, proudly, and declaring it your “snack”.
Cause heaven forbid you go a few hours without chocolate bliss.
That is all.
To my fellow inhabitants of planet earth, and beyond:
I love babies and I used to love the idea of carrying and birthing one. That ship has long sailed. I no longer desire to be pregnant. Whether that disappearing desire is my own doing or God’s, I don’t know, but the fact remains that it is gone and I am glad.
I want a baby, not a pregnancy.
I need lots of support and encouragement as we seek to get that baby through adoption.
I’ve moved on… why can’t you?
That is all.
Sorry it’s so late this week!
Several of you were right last week. The photo was of a rubber texture sheet used for metal clay. Pretty much a stamp, just large and without a wooden backing. Or any backing, really. This particular one leaves a bamboo texture. It’s really cool… I should use it sometime.
Can you outsmart my macro? Go on, give it your best shot!
I’m a firm believer in forgiveness and grace. You know this already. I don’t like to hold a grudge, nor do I like one held against me.
So what happens when someone offends you deeply (a rare occurrence) and you just cannot let it go? You try. You ask God for help. But you can’t. The bitter roots run deep.
What does that mean?
Try as I may, the very sight of certain people turns my stomach and makes my blood run cold. Even after pleading with God to change my heart about it. This bothers me almost as deeply as the bitter roots go… but obviously not quite there yet. I hate this about me.
That is all.
Deciding to try new things, we recently bought a jar of sunflower seed butter. What do you know, sunflower seed butter tastes frighteningly similar to sunflower seeds. What’s even more frightening is the fact that this somewhat took me by surprise.
I hear “______ butter” and expect to taste peanut butter. I don’t know. Don’t ask.
Almond butter? Tastes surprisingly like almonds. It’s my favorite.
Chocolate licorice, however, tastes nothing like chocolate or licorice. What kind of world do we live in anyway?
That is all.