Monday, November 10, 2008

Non-Conforming to the Non-Conformist

Truly...since the 22nd? I've been a very bad girl. Why people check in daily I have no clue. But for your patience:

At the Fair: So I go to the fair. All ready to win me a gold fish. Riddle me this. How is it not okay to win goldfish but it is okay for kids (most in the midst of a screaming fit) to entertain us by trying to hold onto some mutton across a dirt field for their dear lives. I tell ya.

Do You Remember? Speaking of agreeing to be stuck with me. I snapped this photo a week before that infamous date when we had to go get our papers in order. Dude was crazy sweatin'. Looking back, lots was going on that day and I'm just happy he let me get a picture in the midst of it all. I don't remember the exact date, I just remember it was like a week or so before our actual wedding date. Hence the title. I keep forgetting to ask him if he remembers the date. I'm sure we could track down a nice muni worker who would dig it up.
Queen for a Day: Once upon a time, I was queen for a day. And that day (and that pageant) was a HOT. MESS (of the HAM type, yes dear). On the plus side, I was in HotLanta and as such, I can still claim that 2 out of the 3 times I've been in Atlanta, I was on CNN. It would be accurate to even say that everytime I've been in Atlanta on purpose, I've been on CNN. With a real important talking role. Uh huh.

Same Push: I had a different idea for this layout. It didn't quite come together like that, but the gist is the same. I was going to go all "I am woman, hear me roar" on how we always do it all but really, I've never done it all. I'm too super focused on any given "something" at a time to be a jack of all trades like that. In any event, my master's degree was a stitch in the side. Let me tell ya. Same push to get it done. Studious, but in non-studious ways. it is my upbringing. If I don't have to try, I typically don't.

Split: Love. This. Layout. Each photo really has layers of meaning and the journaling around the edges just kinda really details how split a personality I really can have. How people can stand me in intense doses (ie, Alex, Robert, Liisa, Rachel...people who should know better...only one, sometimes two of which knows my middle name at any given point in time--yes, I checked, I married a dude who didn't think it important to know my middle name which kinda leads me to believe he didn't do the background check I told him he should do...poor lad). Anyhow. Oddly enough, no high school pics. Hmph. I'll have to get on that.

Call it done. Enjoy and thanks for stalking...I mean...coming by! Yes mom, I'm working on it.

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