Happy Happy with the Easter and all!
Since my dad had to fly his poptycopters saving lives today (he flies MediVac helicopters) we did Easter at his place last Sunday which meant I got to spend Easter at my mom’s today.
Absolutely perfect perfect day for a drive. We bundled the jerkasses into the car and started off. First order of business was to get coffee, THEN it was off to the high holy easter sunday breakfast picked up from the McDonalds drive thru! Sausage egg mcmuffins, hash browns, orange juice! McDeath!
Easter dinner at my mom’s was lovely seared lambchops, asparagus, bread, tzatziki and cherry cobbler.
After simple holy day chillin’ with my mom and the dogs we headed down to David’s sister’s place to spend some time with his family since his mom is in town for a week or so.
The dogs had a great big crazy day. Got to go to my mom’s, they tried to eat her cats (not that they would have succeeded, her cats are mean!) then at Julie’s Ghengis ran his little ass off in the back yard. Maddie tried to beat up Mia, the sweetest little rottweiler in the world. Mia, being so sweet, just rolled on her back for Maddie. Ghengis even snuck under the fence into the neighbor’s yard and I had to lure him back with cookies.
Now they are major passed out and I’m exhausted.
Happy easter, party people!

Sorry, these have to be short, stupid wrist
* My sister actually has a freaky scary infection in a nerve in her gum. She’s freaked out, the doctor is freaked out, I’m freaked out. Please send good thoughts her way, it is much worse than I realized.
* Am I morally obligated to not use my hand much at home so I can get the most out of it at work? On one hand (snork) it is just work and I do have vacation and sick time if I need it. On the other, non-bump affected hand, they are paying me and so i should give them what they paid for. I don’t know. I had to leave an hour early yesterday because my hand hurt, later in the evening I made flat bread which made it hurt worse and in the process I thought maybe I should not have made the flat bread because it wasn’t fair to compromise my work hours. Opinions?
* I discovered that $13 is a LOT of money for a dozen condoms. Walgreens will never see another condom related dollar from (unless I am too lazy to go to Target)
* Speaking of Target, I desperately need to go there and buy an electric can opener. I feel like a number one atard because I cannot operate the can opener anymore.
* The weather is LOVELY. LOVELY LOVELY LOVELY. The sun is bright, the dogs are happy, everything feels hopeful.
* Wearing a padded wrist brace in warm weather is a bad and stinky idea. bad and stinky.
Be good to yourselves, party people.

This is the quickie “my hand fucking hurts” post
1) Easter at my dad’s last night because he will be working on Easter Proper.
2) Easter Proper at my mom’s. Lamb! YUM.
3) My sister had to cancel “Fried Chicken Night”. I weep. She has some sort of infection in her gums or something. I giggle.
4) Saturday David went kayaking and Ghengis and I took a nice long hike in Moose Lake State Park while we waiting to meet him at the pick up point. Pictures will be posted in Ephemera when I feel like it.
5) Have condoms always been so expensive or have I just never noticed? A box of 12 was over $13. Is this normal? They weren’t crazy or anything, just trojans of some sort or another. On the other hand, I guess I don;t mind, I think bargain basement condoms are a bad idea
6) Ghengis is starting a band, Funktomic Bomb and the Mushroom Crowd. Maddie will be on keyboards, he still needs a drummer.
7) Surgery, May 16, 2 weeks off with narcotics. YEAH!

I am so in love with Anna right now.
This is the funniest thing I’ve read all day.
Addendum…
Who knew I could love Anna even more
I’m going to go weep for happy now

Dear future photographers of america…
I’m no expert on art, but I work at an art college and 6 years of watching installation after installation has left me bitter and cynical about the future of art in america.
Today I want to talk to you, the photography students. I’m not going to tell you what is good or what the world needs, I’m going to tell you what we DON’T need. Seriously.
We don’t need anymore photos of emo chicks with thick eye make-up staring despondently off at something the audience can’t see. We especially don’t need said emo chicks in ‘ironic’ non-emo outfits like a princess dress or a french maid outfit. The world has an excess of these photos, a surplus. It would actually be immoral to make anymore photos like this until we have used up the ones we have. No more pictures of emo chicks.
The ’emo chick’ photo trend is just an offshoot of the ‘old person in desolate surroundings staring off into space’ photo. I’m sure it was a necessity since art college kids mostly don’t know poverty stricken, lifeworn old people…but they do know emo chick. Still, it has to be said, “stop taking pictures of the grizled old people!!”. Stop it. You are not Dorothea Lange and channeling gobs of your parents money into the gaping maw of art education isn’t going to help you.
Get used to it.
Lastly we have the “urban decay” files. There are only so many weird angles at which to capture abandoned smokestacks, rusty dumpsters or condemned buildings and we’ve all seen them. Yeah, we all know that industrial growth has left an indelible and ugly footprint on the cityscape. You wanna know how we know? because generations of fucking photography students have been showing us.
That’s my message to you, the future coffee baristas of the world, take a better picture.
and in 180 degree news…
David returned from Wisconsin and there was much rejoicing. He leaves again tomorrow to go kayaking and camping. I will miss him again, but there will be much rejoicing at his return.
I started training Anna in on my job duties for the time she is covering for me while I am out on leave after my surgery. Damn. My job has a million tiny bits of info that I don’t even think about but I have no idea how to transfer that info into her head easily. The crappy thing is that I’m only going to be gone a few weeks and after the first week I will be available to help by phone so it just seems like a pain to dump 6 years of experience into her head for only a few days of use.
Plus, I know where everything is and what all the piles of paper are for. I don’t want to have to explain it.
Why can’t we just make a hologram of me??
it’s raining and it smells like spring rain.
Updating will be sporadic for a while. Typing this post has put my wrist to throbbing. I’m trying to avoid using my hand when I can. damn.