Photo Journalism - a basic approach

Day 3 of the 365 photo challenge. (I skipped posting about day 2 because I kind of cheated on day 1 and did two...)

 Day 3 is brought to you by none other than Acid Reflux!! Today I went to the radiologist and drank barium and what felt like Pop Rocks, then was asked to roll around and lie upside-down whilst drinking fizzy chalky stuff through a straw, all to see if I have acid reflux. Here is my photo-journalistic approach to today - it is pretty hard-hitting....

A basic dinner

Get it? Basic? Acids, bases...ha.    ha.....

Summer must-reads

Hands-free Drinking Solutions

This is great. I was searching for an appropriate gift for a wedding shower and this was actually one of the options that I was given under the wedding shower umbrella of "gifts.com"

http://www.gifts.com/search/product/Beer-Holster?ideaID=9882&prodID=236846


Beer holster

                                                    


A beer holster. It is listed under the category of "Hands-free drinking solutions" and heck, if that doesn't say "Happy wedding shower" I don't know what does. This beauty could be yours for only $29.95 and not surprisingly, there are a number of other HFDS's available for your active-drinking needs - such as the six-pack holster, and the hooded sweatshirt with beer pouch (a personal fave of mine)

Reaching for a state of zen...and my toes

So I've taken up yoga recently and I have yet to, er, settle in, or find my inner guru or something. So before I proceed, I have several burning questions that I would like to have cleared up:


What is the reaction etiquette to accidental farts in class? Is it okay if I laugh? ...because that's what I've been doing, and it hasn't been well-received. On that note, what is with farting in yoga? I've heard at least one ripper per class since I started going. Does that mean people are relaxing? If I'm not farting, am I not relaxing enough at yoga?

When the instructor tells me to take my next breath "for myself," is he/she kidding? Would it be appropriate for me to respond, "I take every fucking breath for myself, thanks" ? (Or wait, is that before or after the person next me to cut the cheese? Because if it's after, I might give that breath to someone else, but I digress....) Does anyone else question the legitimacy of a workout that asks that you "take a breath, give it to yourself, and let it melt away the craters of your heart" ? Because I kinda think that's crazy-talk.

These questions are really plaguing me, because I just don't know if I can get down with a world that doesn't allow lol'ing at someone else's expense when they toot in public - that's a freedom I just don't think I can live without. And the frou-frou-y mumbo-jumbo? I just can't take it seriously. Namaste.

Dirty Feet

So I guess I'm still getting used to the whole "blog" thing, seeing as how if you don't continue to publish posts you seem to lose readers...hmmmmm. So, long overdue: a post!

Don't get too excited, it's a post about nothing. And by nothing I mean everything...and by everything I mean, still nothing. Just tryin to jazz up your attention for a moment. Since it's been months since my last post I have so much to say that I don't know where to begin, so I will begin with today, and the fact that I've just embarked on a 365 day photo challenge. Photo #1 is a throw-back to my childhood. Here is a snap-shot into my young, strange little brain. I'm calling it "Dirty Feet," which I think is appropriate. When I was a kid I had this black satin dress with a light pink sash and I wore it absolutely everywhere. I wore it to school, to my sister's softball games, to play in the front yard, to piano lessons, to search for snails...man, those were the days. There is something so amazing about the minds of children and how free and unfiltered their actions and words are.