A Photo Catchup...Kinda

It seems I post so infrequently lately, that I wonder if any of y'all are still visiting...my apologies for that, one of these days I'll be re-motivated to write. But in the interim, one can keep tabs on me at least partially by visiting the blog of a really cool project I'm involved in: Envisage 365. It's where a bunch of women, there are 43 of us now, send in one picture a day to capture a slice of our lives - and it's a phenomenally interesting group of women I've come to think of as my friends. Go on, check it out.

Here are some recent pics.

Seriously.

What is the deal with Tapout decals on *everybody's* car or truck anymore?? Good grief. It's nothing against mixed martial arts, not at all - we love to watch extreme fighting and do so fairly frequently. But we don't have Tapout stickers on our cars, because -- guess what -- we aren't cage fighters. We don't know any cage fighters (well, we know a dood who fancies himself one, which is ludicrous - and Scott knows the dad of a pretty highly ranked one). It seems like every third car you see anymore has a big ol' Tapout sticker...kinda like the Everlast sticker on the car of a wimp who's never donned a boxing glove...a Nike swoosh on the back of a minivan piloted by a 300-pound couch potato...
Come on, people.

And while I'm on the subject of stickers, let's see. Those little "these stick figures represent our family and our pets" ones. If your family has that much of an identity crisis, stay home. (Scott and I think it would be funny if they made amputee stick figures or retarded stick figures, to be thorough.) We saw a suburban the other day that had no fewer than 15 stick-beings between all their kids and their pets - and I think to myself, wow, back in the day, the simple presence of a car of that magnitude advertised familial magnitude.

And people who have ribbons for every cause. You can buy 'em for any cause, sure, but jesus christ, people. Pick one or two. Just because your car has ribbons plastered all over the back of it, doesn't make you a nice person.

Those stupid little white oval stickers with letters on them standing for ski resorts, ethnic groups, recreational habits, or whatever-the-hell. I saw a website once that actually sold white oval stickers that read (I think) SWO - for Stupid White Oval.

People who are so insecure in their profession or respective livelihood that they have to advertise it on their car. Case in point: a few of the EMT folks around here. Volunteer firemen. "Army Sniper"s. I mean, really. The people who earned the hero's respect you're jockeying for don't advertise it.

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I think that's all the ranting for now. Been busy lately just keeping up with everybody's schedules and activities and so forth - finding some time for fun once in a while, we spent a beautiful St. Patrick's day on the bike (although my right contact BLEW OUT OF MY EYE about a half-hour into the ride - it blew out!! I don't even know how that happens, especially when one has wraparound sunglasses on. Strange.) I'll post some pictures when I get around to it...

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