Oh, hey there. Did I mention that the summer round of 7 Days, my favorite gang of self portrait photo takers, happened last week? I probably should mention that. I had a great time as usual. At least for the first few days, and then things went swiftly and crappily down hill. Turns out when you have a fever and feel like you want to die, you don't feel like taking photos, or commenting on your friends' photos, or generally doing anything except laying around and feeling weepy and sorry for yourself and certain of your imminent demise. Did I mention I somehow turned into a drama queen with this fever/cold nonsense? Ask Joe. I'm normally just mildly whiny and needy when I'm sick. I'm not stoic, but I'm not difficult. Except this time around something snapped and I just moaned and laid about all sweaty and shivery and ridiculous, choosing my funeral playlist and demanding "no carnations" on my coffin's floral spread. But then the fever broke, my melodramatic nonsense passed, and we headed up to Omaha for the weekend.
So here are the photos from this round! And I promise to not ask you to write a eulogy for my service next time I get a little fever. Though that "no carnations" rule is hard and fast.
This is my lovely and very game friend, Wendy, at 6:30am last Saturday morning. We've been walking the trail between our two houses, about 18 miles, over the last few Saturdays and she was willing to take this before shot with me. The after was decidedly sweatier and less smiley. Though the 3.5 miles zipped by as we talked.
I feel like I grew up at Royals Stadium. My grandparents had season tickets for years, and my brother and I were lucky enough to go with them to games all the time. We were showered with hot dogs and batting cap sundaes and peanuts, it was a kid's dream. This Sunday game with my parents, brother and some friends was fun, but the nearly 100 degree heat and full sun, not so much.
This is my favorite photo of this round. I just set my iPhone up with the Gorilla Pod camera timer app, and went back to reading my Kindle. This captures that perfectly mundane night time scene that all married couples have, falling asleep, reading, chatting a bit, before tomorrow comes.
When do freckles become age spots? The consensus says, "Never!"
Chocolate. Yummy, bossy, caramelly chocolate.
And laying sick on the couch, deciding between Mumford and Sons or Avett Brothers to play at my funeral after party.
On the mend and in the car, headed to two wonderful days with family, particularly the cutest little boys and girl in the history of nephews and nieces!
So how's your summer going? Vacation plans? Laying around in the air conditioning? Give up on that cilantro in your garden yet? (I did. It's coriander now.)