Today I’m tired (I had to get up quite early) and I just want to look at pretty pictures and imagine all the what if’s…
…what if I was crafty…
…what if I was motivated to try to be crafty…
…what if I made fun to-do lists…
…what if I threw caution to the winds…
…what if I worried less about the difficulties and focused more on the delights…
[via]…still in PEI mode…what if I just took a nap…
Today is another round of ninja brownies for younger son’s class birthday treat tomorrow. I’m getting good…maybe I should look into professional ninja brownie baking…
I plan to relax over lunch, watching the second half of Anne of Green Gables.
I re-watched the first half on Saturday night, when Butters took one for the team and took both boys, each with a friend, out to CiCi’s Pizza for dinner. I don’t know if you have CiCi’s where you live…it’s like a Gattitown or general family friendly pizza buffet. It’s my boys’ first choice restaurant pick and let’s just say, it isn’t mine. The one thing I do like about it is how the young pizza hawkers announce the latest pizzas out of the oven, ready to be put out on the buffet. For example:
*in singsong*
“It’s hot, it’s kickin’….it’s Buffalo Chicken!!”
There’s a cute little rhyme for most all of them, and it’s almost charming. Almost.
Anyway…I stayed home eating leftovers and watching Anne of Green Gables. Megan Follows was such a perfect Anne…and Jonathon Crombie the perfect Gilbert. I think if I saw him somewhere, I’d immediately blurt, “Gilbert!” without even thinking about it. I’d forgotten about the sack race…and the first wink. *Sigh*
Time for lunch!
As you might notice by the icon slapped onto my sidebar, I delved into the mysteries of Twitter this weekend. It was tough. I didn’t want to do it, but I felt a little bit like I needed to, in the name of promotion. After I came up with a nickname (alyssagoodnight was already taken), I sat there staring at a mostly blank screen, wondering what to do next. I half-heartedly started searching around for friends, wondering who I should ‘follow,’ but I couldn’t really get into it Here’s why:
If Facebook is like a cocktail party, where you casually meet everyone and they tell you the most interesting little tidbits about themselves, Twitter is like having RainMan as your escort at the same party. And you hear about EVERYTHING. Especially the Cheetos.
Now obviously not everyone is like that, but some, very definitely, are. So not only can I not decide who to follow, I can’t figure out who would follow me. I’m lucky if I come up with one interesting thing to say a day (which I then extrapolate into a blog post here). So, how can I keep the interest of someone who wants a constant influx of ‘material’? In the words of George Constanza, “I gotta be on all the time!” It boggles my mind. I currently have three followers, and I think they might be pity-followers.
In other news, Butters agreed to snap some shots of me this weekend with the new camera, but between the wind blowing my hair around, the sun bringing out my squint, and the chilly temperatures making me hunch and shiver, I’ll be lucky to get one good one out of the hundred or so we took. The best part? Watching Butters contort himself to ‘get the shot’ from the best possible angle. Let’s just say I had no problem smiling.
The pictures are currently in photoediting…
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