I'm trying something new. Here's a photo essay of my day on Saturday.
Here I am lying in bed reading Eldest by Christopher Paolini.
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10:03am I decided to get up.
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10:04am I got an obnoxious call from "Chris in Cincinatti" who desperately hoped that the weather was better wherever I was than it had been in Cincinatti because boy was it yucky over there. Eventually he got to the point and told me he was selling magazines. I wanted to chastize him a little about him glancing over Newsweek and Time to wonder if I'd be more interested in a "woman's magazine" like People. Luckily, he wasn't a hard sell and he left me alone after one No. I didn't want to press my luck so I let him go without a feminist diatribe. Besides, I had gotten up only a minute before hand.
My first task of the day was to get to the Transfer Station. For those of you who don't know what a Transfer Station is it's a community recycling center. You see, not only do I not get food delivery out in the semi-boonies, but they do not collect recyclables. I had no idea what a Transfer Station was myself until I volunteered for Habitat for Humanity once and the woman I was working with brought all the recycleables, and me, to it. I had been guiltily throwing away everything for two years until I made this discovery. Unfortunately, I forgot my camera today so I have nothing to show you. Suffice it to say it's oddly fun and communal when you go. Like an old fashioned barn raising or church supper, everyone sorting their trash and saving the environment. You can also leave stuff there in the free pile if you think someone might want it. I left this.
Then, I treated myself to a latte and a donut. I had a coupon people! Don't yell at me about my goal to avoid refined sugars. I know! I know! It's why I didn't get the mocha swirl. Baby steps!
Next I put on my headphones and transcribed part of an interview for my thesis. I have indefinitely borrowed this transcription machine from my place of employment.
This is the lovely view from the window behind my computer. Can you feel the power? mmmm bzzzz mmmm bzzzzzz
Apparently feeling productive this day I did some chores - watered the plants, vacuumed.
I
even made fudge! Sort of. I'd give you this 5 minute recipe but it tends to become fudge you have to eat with a spoon. It doesn't solidify so well. Still tastes great, but not something you want to share.
The coolest thing I did on Saturday was a charity fashion show featuring clothes from a funky vintage clothing store. We all had our hair and make-up done and most of us came out pretty nutty.
I ended up with this orange mohawk and crazy flame make-up! You know you are totally jealous. It was my first ever mohawk. I can die happy now.
Here I am lying in bed reading Eldest by Christopher Paolini.
At
10:03am I decided to get up.At
10:04am I got an obnoxious call from "Chris in Cincinatti" who desperately hoped that the weather was better wherever I was than it had been in Cincinatti because boy was it yucky over there. Eventually he got to the point and told me he was selling magazines. I wanted to chastize him a little about him glancing over Newsweek and Time to wonder if I'd be more interested in a "woman's magazine" like People. Luckily, he wasn't a hard sell and he left me alone after one No. I didn't want to press my luck so I let him go without a feminist diatribe. Besides, I had gotten up only a minute before hand.My first task of the day was to get to the Transfer Station. For those of you who don't know what a Transfer Station is it's a community recycling center. You see, not only do I not get food delivery out in the semi-boonies, but they do not collect recyclables. I had no idea what a Transfer Station was myself until I volunteered for Habitat for Humanity once and the woman I was working with brought all the recycleables, and me, to it. I had been guiltily throwing away everything for two years until I made this discovery. Unfortunately, I forgot my camera today so I have nothing to show you. Suffice it to say it's oddly fun and communal when you go. Like an old fashioned barn raising or church supper, everyone sorting their trash and saving the environment. You can also leave stuff there in the free pile if you think someone might want it. I left this.
Then, I treated myself to a latte and a donut. I had a coupon people! Don't yell at me about my goal to avoid refined sugars. I know! I know! It's why I didn't get the mocha swirl. Baby steps!
Next I put on my headphones and transcribed part of an interview for my thesis. I have indefinitely borrowed this transcription machine from my place of employment.
This is the lovely view from the window behind my computer. Can you feel the power? mmmm bzzzz mmmm bzzzzzz
Apparently feeling productive this day I did some chores - watered the plants, vacuumed.
I
even made fudge! Sort of. I'd give you this 5 minute recipe but it tends to become fudge you have to eat with a spoon. It doesn't solidify so well. Still tastes great, but not something you want to share.The coolest thing I did on Saturday was a charity fashion show featuring clothes from a funky vintage clothing store. We all had our hair and make-up done and most of us came out pretty nutty.
I ended up with this orange mohawk and crazy flame make-up! You know you are totally jealous. It was my first ever mohawk. I can die happy now.
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i like the pics of your day