Photo Hunt, #2: Flexible

So, the theme for today is “Flexible.” I thought and thought and couldn’t remember a photo I have that would represent that well. So, since John was home the other day, I tried to talk him into letting me set up the tripod in the bedroom, and… well, anyway, he was very adamant that I was not going to be doing anything of the sort. He didn’t even care that I had important homework to do!

So, I had to set it up where he couldn’t see.

But, darn! All the pics came out poorly lit, so I had to hunt through my old photos after all.

I don’t currently have a scanner, so I had to resort to taking a picture of a picture. *ashamed*

Theme for November 10th, 2007: Flexible

While not the most flexible pose I’ve ever struck (I used to be able to put both feet behind my head simultaneously, for example), this looks like something I’d have a hard time doing now.

Because I’ve gotten WAY TOO stiff and lazy lately. I seriously need to hit the Yoga again, people.

Anyway, the picture was taken at Fort Macon in Atlantic Beach, NC. Back in May of 1997. Woo, doggies! That’s 10 years younger. Look at that youthful so and so. She has no idea, man.

Hey! Hey, you! Little girl in the window! One day your boobahs are going to remind you of a sock with an orange in it!

That’ll teach her to sit there so happy looking. Hmph.

Photo Hunt, #1: Classic

If you haven’t noticed, I thoroughly enjoy joining in on other people’s reindeer games here in the bloggy world.I think it is because in various other situations, I do not play well with others.

Here’s my first go at playing PhotoHunt.

And initially, I typoed “hung” insted of “hunt.”
I think I’m missing my husband a little too much.

Enjoy!

Theme for November 3rd, 2007: Classic

 

These are my grandparents, Walter and Trudi. They are my mother’s parents.

I never got to know my grandmother very well, other than things my mother said about her. I have been told that when I was four, I called her a jerk, which is unusual, because I was a pretty polite kid. It must mean I really didn’t like her. She didn’t understand (she was Swiss, and did not really speak any English), so my mother told her I called her a “sweetheart,” so her feelings wouldn’t be hurt. I don’t have any of my own memories of her. She died several years ago, and I remember being struck with the feeling that I was hearing about the death of someone I didn’t even know, and it was my GRANDMOTHER. Sad.

My grandfather, Walter, I have memories of spending time with when I lived in Switzerland for awhile. He is generally calm, well-mannered, intelligent, and can be very funny. I remember him allowing me to yodel loudly along with the radio on a car trip when I was 7, and I thought he was totally cool when he suggested I could be a yodeler when I grew up. He is incredibly hardy and strong. I imagine him still being able to climb mountains when he’s 90.

It’s strange. I don’t think about this stuff regularly. I like it when something random makes me pull up thoughts and feelings that are catalogued in the inner recesses of my mind, but that I haven’t seen while thumbing through the mental rolodex lately.

Here’s hoping you come across some of your own wayward memories today. May they all be pleasant.