i have a secret

i'm hoping that my husband gets me that nifty new camera for valentines day. it's a big hope, because normally he 'thinks' of all these great things he's going to get me for certain occasions, say, my birthday or christmas, but waits until it's too late to actually get anything. and then i'm stuck with nothing. except a pair of black socks.

betty davis, we love you

I surprise myself sometimes. Apparently, I know every single word to madonna’s “vogue” (I am well aware that I’m admitting to you how much I loved that song at some point in my life). You guys know this isn’t an easy song to remember, especially when you get to the end and she’s just listing off famous OLD people and how they danced on air. It came on this morning on my way to work and I sang my heart out. Yes, I vogued, shamelessly.

she says 'fart'.

Lastnight, I actually thought about putting chocolate chips on my salad. Let me explain: My husband and I have been doing this ‘thing’ the last couple of weeks. It’s not a diet, but we’ve cut all breads, wheat and grains out of our daily food consumption. We eat meat, fruits and vegetables. Mostly. We tend to cheat. A dark chocolate candy bar here, a bowl of granola cereal there. (We allow ourselves one thing a day so it better be worth it.) We even had turkey burgers the other night sans bread. We wrapped them in lettuce. It was good. Seriously.

So why are we doing this? Well, the husband was hoping to lose a couple of pounds and I was just hoping to cleanse, more or less. (Feeling like I need to drag myself through every mundane task of my day is draining and sad at 28.) Last time we did this it was over a weekend and there was no meat involved and I was starving and weak, and I think my stomach ate a portion of itself, quiet literally. So this time, I wasn’t looking forward to a ‘cleanse’. I, however, have felt great. It’s amazing. We let ourselves cheat all day on Superbowl Sunday and by that evening we were keeling over, letting out disgusting room-clearing farts, and burping uncontrollably. Our stomachs were in protest of the fried chicken, brownies, cupcakes, chips and dips, and calzones. It’s really incredible the difference you feel, which is why I’m still avoiding the animal crackers and cookies with ease.

And the turkey burger thing is awesome. I’m so serious. I dare you to try it.

burried in the white stuff i love

since i tend to be cynical and dreary, i thought i would shake things up a bit.
so, internet, i present the things i love today:
• light fluffy snow
• hot cocoa
• a day off from the gym
• pedestrians bundled up & hurrying through the streets
• the view from my office
• my to do list
• my oversized sweater
• 'love monkey'

self portrait tuesday #1!

selfinwall.jpg, originally uploaded by tinkerellen.

this is me. i'm a photographer. i'm not great, but i'm not bad. i see things that other people walk right past. i see the world in a constant viewfinder. it's a blessing and a curse. i have nightmares about visiting the corners of the earth and forgetting my camera. i have hundreds of pictures that never get printed. but every time i look back at the images of my life, i remember exactly what i was feeling at that moment and it all seems worth never forgetting my camera.

see others self-portraits here.

I love all things sweater.

While my husband was busy losing a few poker games, I was out finding excellent deals on clothes I didn’t need. I bought 3 sweaters and a pair of jeans. One of the sweaters I’ve had my eye on, but last time I was there they didn’t have my size. Well this time they did, and it was on sale for 6 bucks. Score. The jeans were ten. Double score. There are some benefits to being a size tiny.

conversationalism

ME: i thought i'ld finally call you back. i'm on my way to bible study

Anonymous Friend: wait, you go to bible study?

ME: yeah, why, you thought i was going to hell?

AF: yep. in a handbasket.

ME: a handbasket must be awful small.

AF: yeah, but you'ld fit.

roses are pink

roses are pink, originally uploaded by tinkerellen.

i bought these for 4 dollars. they were dying in the grocery store, sad, lonely and rejected. so i brought them home to die in my happy, warm house. i'm like a hospice for vegetation.

take that MB

cd_cover.jpg, originally uploaded by tinkerellen.

my CD cover designed especially for my CD recipient. although it didn't print this nice because my printer is on the fritze. just imagine more purple than blue.

the state of my union

i actually watched half of the speech lastnight. half! that's a new record for me since i've never watched a state of the union, ever. why do we have to have an entire night devoted to talking about everything we all already know anyway? and on the same night as Scrubs? for shame.

so my hair is totally shagadelic. i need a haircut. bad. i look like a dishevelled wildebeast. not that they ever look shevelled. is that even a word. who cares. so it looks fine from the front, i can control it now that my sideburns are finally long enough to tuck behind me ears instead of curling straight out from my face. that does so annoy me. but the back. the back is horrendous. it's so bad, that if i were to pass you on the street and we were the best of friends, you would still whisper about how disgusting my hair looked as i walked away. and you'ld have the right. who here has ever tried to grow their hair out and actually succeeded? usually i get to that point where things start getting in my eyes and crawling down my neck and i rush to the stylist and have her buzz my head. but that's not happening this time. IF we go to LA, i plan to spend tons of time at the beach. my current pixie style is cute and lovely and an easy do, but it reacts to the beach like cats to big scary dogs. i need something longer and easy to pull behind my ears, wet or dry. so. it's growing. and growing. and fast. which is both good and really really annoying. especially since my amazing stylist, whom i love enough to pay an outrageous amount of money for a simple haircut, is booked for two weeks. two weeks!

'i'm annoyed with my hair. the end.'
that would have made a much shorter post.