But first…let me take a selfie

Did you hear/read/watch the story about Kim Kardashian being addicted to selfies? Although I’m not sure you can call it selfies when all the photos are of her butt.
I have to admit I love taking selfies too. Just ask my daughter. Or my husband. Or all the other people I grab.
I didn’t think I had a problem until I decided to print some of my pics (yes I still print pictures).
Maybe I have a problem too.
…Or maybe those people that DON’T take selfies have the real problem.
See what I did there?
Also – is it a selfie if there’s more than one person? Howie Mandel calls them an usie. Is it scary that I remember things Howie Mandel said? I should be quoting Maya Angelou but she never mentioned selfies. And now she’s dead.
Here’s some friend selfies, a sister-in-law selfies, a xmas selfie, some night-out-on-the-town selfies,  a lying on the beach selfie, even one uber close-up selfie. Glad I exfoliated that day. There are also usies. And finally the daily selfie taken by my son with my hijacked phone.

I can hear my daughter shouting at me all the way from camp,”stop saying selfies!”.
Selfies.
Enjoy.
(Notice the pic of me taking a pic of my husband taking a selfie, or an usie. Or whatever)
Aren’t you glad you’ll have 30 more days of this crazy?

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non sequitur sunday

Everyone’s got some sort of sneezy, snorty, itchy-eyed allergy ridden cold

School’s in full swing, 2 back-to-school nights down, reading logs are already being ignored. Back to normal.

My blogging hasn’t gotten enough love from me, cause I’m tired! Sorry. No more excuses. Back to the everyday blog – starting tomorrow.

Did I tell you that I’m leaving for Paris at the end of the week. The trip of my dreams. A present from my man for my 40th.  Did I also tell you that I realized my passport was expired during a random conversation in bed the other night.  It’s been fun. The only thing that is sustaining me is traveling to a place where my completely black wardrobe will fit right in. Wine. Cheese. Bread. Black clothes. I may never come back.

Kim Kardashian is always eating on “Keeping Up With The Kardashians”.

Boardwalk Empire starts tonight. I’m excited until I remember that Jimmy was killed off. What’s really left for me?

Am I the only one that gets bit by bugs the nano second I step outside?  I’ve been using more Calamine Lotion than moisturizer.

I have 22 almost rotten bananas in my freezer. I see my husband roll his eyes every time he opens the freezer.  How many more bananas will it take to drive him bananas? Which one will be the banana that broke his back? Is that a banana in your freezer or are you just nuts?

I saw the woman who does my pedicures in a shoe store – it was an awkward encounter, I don’t know why.

Tomorrow’s blog will be full of humor, intelligence and brilliance!  Just kiddin’ – it’ll be more of this shit.