I thought about trying to do a religious post, especially considering I'm one of Jesus' biggest non-Christian fans but in the end, I've got to tell you that I'm not buying this whole resurrection thing. Sorry. So, then I decided to show you old Easter pictures of me and Jake, only that seemed sort of boring. Then I got the bright idea to just upload and show you whatever is on my camera right now, no deletions. As I sat here doing this, I realized something sort of funny and took pictures of that, too. In the end, I decided to do it all and give you a photo-documentary of...something. Enjoy!
First picture off the camera is Beatrice in my recliner. She is, quite possibly, the funniest and quirkiest cat ever. So much so that I forgive her my scars.
In doing my Spring cleaning and digging into some hidey-holes, I found my old wedding rings and decided I best take a picture for insurance purposes. I've long wondered what I'd do with my engagement ring and have decided that if I ever have grandkids, I'll have that stone reset as a pendant for my first granddaughter who graduates from college. If I never have grandkids, it'll probably wind up on the 2060 version of craigslist. I'll be dead. I won't care. If nothing else they prove that this bit of utter sweetness below isn't a bastard.
That's my baby boy. It was taken on Easter night after a full first Easter of bunnies, cake and colored eggs that turned his tongue blue when he sucked on them. He had a busy and wonderful first Easter, my sweet Jacob did. And back then, he was Jacob. He only became Jake when he was about 12 and announced he preferred it. This is one of my favorite pictures of him, taken in old-fashioned black and white film. Ahhh, I look at that face and wish I could have some do-overs. Who knew that face would become this face below?
God, I miss his eyebrows. This is a picture I found on my camera, taken about 2 weeks ago. He thought I was trying to figure out how to put batteries in it, so he wasn't all posed. I do love that boy to distraction and his sweetness shows here. I'm so damn blessed to have him.
But when he poses, he's not so sweet. This was on my camera and taken after he got home from a photo shoot. He's been modeling for a local photographer and building a portfolio so he's used to striking a pose. Those boots? Christmas present from me. I still hate them.
Now for a total change of pace, here are the eggs in my fridge that will become deviled eggs tomorrow. I took this for my cousin who was having trouble grasping what I do. It's very simple, really. Boil your eggs and then roll them with force, cracking the shell into very fine bits but still remaining on the egg. Then soak them in dye (20 drops of food coloring, 1/4 cup of vinegar and 1 cup of water here) for at least 24 hours. The dye soaks in the cracks and when you peel them, you get a cool, colored cracked effect on the egg white itself. It makes pretty deviled eggs. While it's too late for Easter, do red and blue dyes for the 4th of July!
Now, I happened to notice the contents of my desk and got tickled at what I saw since it's *so me. I took pictures. I hope you find them as amusing as I do.
That's Gina. She'll be 17 in August and I can't stand her. She? Loves me. Whatever. I've got a prime spot picked out in the backyard for her. But take a look around...see my cell phone? My home phone? My vitamin and mineral stash? Nail implements? The Ruger .357 Magnum? Lol, what can I say? I'm cautious and prepared. I own it. Want to see the rest of my desk?
There's rum and Coke in that Hyundai mug. *nods* Got my bottle of grapefruit scented cleaner, my Xenu lamp, my router, an apple cinnamon candle and back scratcher. Seriously, who needs more than what I have here? Now, do you wonder what that print is on the wall? I would, if I were being all nosy and checking out someone's room like you are.
I love Paul Gauguin. He's my favorite artist. And there you have it...my random assortment of pictures.
Happy Easter to you all. To those I know, thank you for choosing to be in my life. I am truly honored and I don't say that lightly...you don't have to be here and I'm so glad you want to be. To those who might read this but haven't formally introduced yourself, the same applies. Thank you, and may the Easter Bunny be good to you all.
I hope you all looked as cool as I did at 6.
Me? Sunglasses? Still a thing. I grew out of the blonde weirdness but wish I still had those gloves.