Bullets…how I missed you so!
I have a busy day today so I’m going to post a bit of randomness using my tried and true resource: The Bulleted List!
- We’re getting pictures made today at a place in town that is like a digital Walmart Studio. They heard the people in and out like one of those in-store places, but it’s all done on site so you walk away with the photos. It would be nice to one day enjoy the luxury of a real photographer when you don’t feel rushed, but we just can’t do that right now. This place insists on four backdrops. In 50 minutes. It’s very weird. It should be interesting.
- I watched CSI:NY last night (no spoilers, I promise) and the plot dealt heavily with people my age reading comic books and ordering things like X-Ray glasses off the back page. Okay. Really? MY AGE? Some kids my age read comic books, the comic kids, but it wasn’t something we all did. And now one was ordering the $7 gag stuff in the back because they hadn’t put that stuff in comic books in, like 20 years. It’s like Bruckheimer stole a script from the set of Dennis the Menace or Leave it to Beaver. Weird.
- We did a little bit of Christmas shopping last night and I had to do one of those covert moves will LilZ takes NikkiZ to entertain her elsewhere while I buy something for her. When I got to her, she said, “Did you buy me presents?” LilZ didn’t say anything to her, but she figured it out. Kids these days…
- My toenails are almost 100% back to normal after my April marathon. (If you don’t recall, I lost my two big toenails in a kinda gross and lengthy process.) I was thinking last night, “Man. I really hope Santa brings me a pedicure.” Then I remembered something: I am Santa. So, if you see my husband around, could you drop the hint for me? Thanks.
- My OB/GYN called yesterday, and unless you’re expecting a call from your doctor, seeing their name on your caller ID is not a pleasant feeling. I’ve had a lot of bloodwork done, so I naturally panicked a bit. And by “a bit” I mean that I immediately had an anxiety attack that had me nearly hyper-ventilating. Turns out they just called to say their faxing the paperwork for the next batch and I can pick it up on Friday. I might be a little on edge.
There is a secret society of comic book readers that are our age.
There is a comic book store right by my house and I out of curiosity want to go in there….there is always adults in there, hanging out outside….
Hope the pictures turn out nice!
Oh no – I know they exist! LilZ’s Dad was one. hehe. But – they aren’t the kind from the 50s where you ordered gags out of the back!
Good luck with the photo shoot, Can’t wait to see the results!
Photo shoots always provide good blog fodder.
I had to pick up Fuller’s Christmas gift this week, with him in tow. I couldn’t send him off by his three year old self, so I had to buy it in front of him. Since we were not taking it to Ohio for the actual Christmas day, we went ahead and gave it to him.
And I must tell you, I am really excited about your toenails. I don’t know why, but I am.
Okay, I’m probably one of the few grown women who read comic books. Love ‘em. But I’m pretty sure they don’t put those ads in the back of comics anymore. I’ll have to check when I get home.
I just wanna hug you. My best friend is from Nashville, and she says “We had pictures made,” too. (Here in Kansas we say that we are having pictures taken. When I read that, it just made me smile and think of my dear friend.
NikkiZ is too smart. You can’t get anything past her.
Maria
Also, (((((HUGS))))) on the anxiety attack.
To the commenter above – you are not the only grown woman who reads comic books. I get my Buffy comics in the mail every two months and love them!! However, just to clarify, I have never ordered X-Ray glasses from them. And never would. I don’t think.
Pictures made? I was confused until I read Ang comment above! I think I should invest in a book that can translate Southern to Northern for me!
A friend of mine (in her 40s) wrote a letter to Santa specifying what she wanted and left it on her husband’s dresser.
Sometimes you just gotta be direct. LOL
Glad your toenails are back! I ripped my big nail off moving the couch in August, and now it’s almost half-way grown again! I feel your pain, and hopefully Santa will whisper “Get Zoot a pedicure” in Mr Z’s ear!
Pssst…Mr Zoot – get your wife a pedicure
Oh now WHO could that have been? I guess the photo kinda spoils it, now doesn’t it?
Haha oh well. Hurray for bullet points! 
I keep reminding Andy that I have finished all of my Christmas shopping… All the stockings are stuffed… EXCEPT MINE! Mine is hanging there all droopy and empty. BOOOO
We’re getting pictures “made” is a total southern thing. Andy’s sister-in-law is from the south and they say “getting your picture made”. I think it’s cute, very endearing!