STUFF STORAGE or THE STORAGE OF STUFF

This is what OUR "out-of-sight-out-of-mind" STORAGE UNIT looked like previously...

This is what MY "in-sight-always-on-my-mind" GARAGE looks like now...

The difference...

$285.00 a month!!!

There you go!  So, what would YOU do????

Grocery Shopping

I don't keep much food in the house.  It's a household of one.
Ok, I don't want anyone to immediately say "oh, how sad".  NOPE, not sad, just facts.


And I have always HATED the grocery store.
REALLY HATED THE GROCERY STORE!


HUSBAND knew that and did most of the grocery shopping.  He loved it.
He's not here.  (DAMNIT!)


I'm NOT wasting away however.  Did you know that there are these restaurants that have the DRIVE-UP WINDOWS?!?!  Yep.  They are all over the place.


So, anyway, more about my pathetic availability of food in the house...
Finally, when DAUGHTER stayed over several nights ago, I realized, oh poor girl there's nothing to eat in the house.  I went to work and left her in a house with only CAT FOOD.  And margarine.  And beef bouillon.  And mustard.  And Stubb's BBQ sauce.  And Tabasco.  And sugar, flour, vanilla.  That's it.


Asidefromthebeerandwineanddietcokeofcourse.


So I went shopping today after a looonnngggg, not really enjoyable day at work.
Here is what my freezer looked like BEFORE food shopping...

Here is what my freezer looks like tonight AFTER food shopping...
I threw away the peas and fruit. 

And I re-organized things.  I'm good.

NEXT WEEKEND...

I'm putting up a new post NEXT weekend.

AND changing my background, geez!!!  

I have so much to say - just haven't had the time or the mental fortitude recently.

I'm getting back into the swing of it though, finally!

"I get by with a little help from my friends!"

xoxoxo

LAUNDRY

Hi friends.

I've had some things to deal with.  I've been gone for a while.

Here's my new thing to deal with...

This is just MY laundry.

Just mine.

I told myself a couple of weeks ago, that of course I would feel motivated, DO THE LAUNDRY, when it started falling on the floor... when the basket was REALLY full.

I've washed my favorite sheets and pillow cases a hundred times (because I love my favorite sheets and pillow cases).  They never enter the basket-balancing.

It's amazing how careful I am now about putting my "to be laundered" things on the pile.  I don't want to say "dirty" things, because I don't really feel that they're DIRTY.  They just need refreshening.  But they need two machines, and somebody to put them back where they belong, to refresh them.

I'm just avoiding this regular sort of laundry.  For whatever reason.?

And, clearly, there is more stacking room on top of that pile!  

to be continued...

NEW FAMILY MEMBERS

I just watched "The News" tonight and it talked about how the Austin area deer population is getting more aggressive. They showed some very disturbing videos.

My view of that topic (again probably political!) is that the deer population is just trying to take care of themselves, as we all are.

I have a mom and baby who have been in my backyard for a couple of months.  I'm pretty sure mom was here last year too, with another baby.

They help me with yard work.  They don't ask for towels.

Mom comes over and lays with baby a lot.  She is never far away.

I keep water out for them (I know not to feed them!!!)

They're not aggressive.  They just want their space.  And I let them have it.

I sit in my chair in the backyard, and they lay about 20 feet away. We just watch each other.

BUT, when I reach for my camera during those times, they run away.
Just like the rest of my family!!

IDIOTS & MORONS

OK!
I never get political here, but I have to tell you, I am so, so, so, so tired of hearing about these three guys...

Arnold.

What can I say...  A complete moron!  Didn't we always know that, though?!

John.

I was a supporter for a while!  I was wrong!  I admit it.

Weiner.

The KING of them all right now... makes me want to take a shower.

Just why?  Don't you think that's what everybody is asking?  Why?

I've never known anybody (hopefully) that looks in a mirror at ANY point in their lives and thinks now THAT is worth taking a picture of and showing people.

What an unbelievable idiot.  

I'm reminded of the SEINFELD episode about "shrinkage".  Elaine is talking to Jerry and George and says, "I just don't know how you guys walk around with those things".

Well said, Elaine!  It's a huge (no pun intended!) responsibility.

SINGLE, WIDOW, NOT MARRIED

Hi friends,

I've been away for a while.  Dealing with things.  And dealing with ME.
HUSBAND is gone, as you know.

Single, Widow, Not Married.  Those are my options for these new forms I'm having to fill out now that I am one of those things... after 37 years.

So each day I TRY my best to get out of bed (and it's hard).

SON and DAUGHTER are having the same problem.

Dang, we just never saw this coming!!

So, DAUGHTER sent this yesterday, as she was trying to do something out of the norm, and get a bit of a vacation in the process.  She and her Dad were really close.  REALLY close!  I'm hoping she had a blast!

Here's the picture...

I like it very much!!

I'm trying to have that attitude each day, too.  Can't seem to do it right now, though, but I'm trying, damn it.

So, apparently, I am ALL of these things,  "SINGLE, WIDOW, NOT MARRIED".

In my head & life, I'm not single or a widow and I'm still married.

I'm just sad.

Plus more.

Happier blogs to come..........

LESSONS - PART 1

I've had some hard times over the past two years.  I'm getting my "new" life figured out slowly.  It's hard, but, thanks to supportive friends, I'm moving forward little by little.

HUSBAND is no longer with me. I still have some stories to share though.

Other than "fucking Sprint", or "fucking Time Warner", he never had too many negative things to say (until recent years!!).  He was the better half of me most times.  He saw it differently of course, but...  that's why we were together for so long.

This picture was from the summer after my sophomore & his junior year in high school.  We were at Six Flags in Arlington.  Oh my gosh, we loved each other.

I miss him.  Good times, bad times, ups, downs...  All of it.  I miss him.

I've learned some important, sad, and wonderful things in the past two years, however.

It's amazing what good things bad things do for you!!  (I know that's a weird sentence but I like it.)

I've  learned...

-  There is never anything more important than relationships.  Good or bad, they control your life.
-  FRIENDS are the best thing you will ever have.  Ever.
-  A sense of humor is the other most important thing.  Keep it.  Always.  Laugh at everything you can.
-  Keep gas in your car.
-  Keep a house key hidden somewhere.
-  TV is not bad for you.
-  The worse thing you ever imagined CAN happen to you when you're not looking.
-  When you think you can't go on, you can.
-  Oprah doesn't know everything.
-  Surplus money is important.
-  Things that bloom in bright colors make you smile.
-  Walking is better than therapy.
-  Stay off Facebook.
-  The litter box needs to be cleaned every single day.
-  Dishes in the sink start to smell even if they've been rinsed.
-  Nothing grows without nourishment and tlc.
-  Google rocks.
-  Flashlights!
-  Doctors are insensitive and make too much money.
-  Sitting in the sunshine is so great.
-  Enchiladas (not chicken soup) cure almost everything.
-  Pets can keep your life going and give you a reason to get out of bed.
-  Keep extra lightbulbs and know where they are.
-  Keep extra batteries and know where they are.
-  You don't always have to answer the phone when it rings.
-  Cry.
-  Laugh.

I have more of these and I'll be sending them your way.  Right now I need to spray my new Lavender / Vanilla Pillow Mist (a gift from someone I love, and now I'm addicted!) on my sheets and go to bed.

xoxoxoxo

BACKGROUND

I need to change this brown flower thing.  It's been there a while.  Sorry.

I'll be working on it.

SOMEPLACE ELSE

I want to live here...

I don't know where this is.  And the rest of the house might be a "double-wide".  You know, one of those attachment things - a work in progress.  I don't care.

I think one could really get their shit together in a place like this.

So this is where I want to live right now.

But just for a couple of weeks.

Then I'd have to have a diet coke from 7-11.  And some cheese enchiladas.

I working on getting back to my life.

SUNSET

I haven't written anything in a while.  Here's why...

HUSBAND passed away on Sun., Feb. 27, 2011, after a courageous, 18-month-long fight with ALS, Lou Gehrig's disease.

I'm trying to get my sense of humor back, as he would have wanted.

I'll write soon.  Even with the horrible, final 39 hours in ER and ICU, there are still some stories!!!

Get some rest finally, HUSBAND, and enjoy never-ending Longhorn games.

I miss you.

AGING GRACEFULLY

This is another one of those totally random things, but since the things "on my plate" are pretty serious right now, I thought I'd pass this along.  It made me laugh out loud, and I haven't done that in three days.

I forced myself to leave my house today and go to the grocery store.  I was in a horrible, wretched mood, mad at everybody in the world (except about twelve).

I was stopped at a red light, thinking about all the things that had put me in the horrible mood.  A car comes blaring up next to me and stops very abruptly for the red light.  The cars windows were down, and NASTY Rap music was thundering from the stereo.  It disrupted the horrible shit that was already going through my head!!

I did a major eye-roll and jerked my head sideways to look at the car.  I was in the mood to risk road rage.  Who I EXPECTED to see was a young, thinks-he's-too-cool, punk.  And I was ready to give him my you're-an-asshole stare.

Who I saw driving the new, metallic blue, Mustang, with embellished stripes, AND a convertible roof, was...............

Are you ready for this?

A SEVENTY year old WHITE guy with grey hair and neck wrinkles!!!!!

So I laughed out loud!  He looked over at me and I just gave him a big smile.

And it lifted my horrible mood for a short time. 

Until I got to the grocery store.

You just never know about things or people.

YOU TALKIN' TO ME?

Today was bitterly cold in Austin, and will be that way for a few days to come.  Our 1950's house is a bit drafty.

Cats are cold when it's 90 outside.  So when it's 30 all day, and the wind is blowing like hell, well!

Luci knows she's never allowed on the table.  Even when there are chicken bits there from dinner and the table-cleaner person failed to clean the table.  Never on the table!!


This is my fruit basket.  It's been empty for a while, however, but .....

I guess it's not the fruit basket any longer.  And I DID really fuss at her for being on the table.

BUT, I moved the basket into the bedroom.  She never budged.

Who has time to eat fruit anyway?

A FUNNY STORY

I've been a non-blogger lately.

Idea-less.

Lazy.

It's January.

I have a new vacuum cleaner.

But all of a sudden I have these very random things popping into my head.

So here we go, with the first of several totally random writings...

My dear friend, and top-notch-English-teacher-book-editor, B, is totally responsible for my literary intelligence.  And probably the fact that I can call it "literary intelligence".   I've always loved to read, and have always done the no-no by dog-earring pages that I liked.  I'd go back and re-read all those dog-earred pages many times, but always feeling like I'd violated the book (old librarian philosophy!).  Over the past ten or eleven years, B has helped me be more appreciative of the books I read.  And also let me know that it's ok to dog-ear pages, and highlight passages, and write in the margins!  That means you love the book.

This little short story is from the book, Bird by Bird, by the brilliant Anne Lamott.  Friend, B, had me read this part of the book a few years ago.
It continually makes me laugh out loud EVERY single time I read it.  And I try to read it when I need a good laugh.

***
My son, Sam, at three and a half, had these keys to a set of plastic handcuffs, and one morning he intentionally locked himself out of the house.  I was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper when I heard him stick his plastic keys into the doorknob and try to open the door.  Then I heard him say, "Oh, shit."  My whole face widened, like the guy in Edvard Munch's Scream.  After a moment I got up and opened the front door.


"Honey," I said, "what'd you just say?"


"I said, 'Oh, shit,' " he said.


"But, honey, that's a naughty word.  Both of us have absolutely got to stop using it.  Okay?"


He hung his head for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay, Mom."  Then he leaned forward and said confidentially, "But I'll tell you why I said 'shit' "  I said Okay, and he said, "Because of the fucking keys!"
***


I just love this story.  I hope it makes you laugh, too.

Stay tuned for more random stuff...

THE LATEST NEWS

Today my horoscope said, "Today you might have to do a lot of communication with friends".

So, I had nothing really to say here right now, but I'm going to say something anyway.

Here are some of today's headlines in the news...

-  The Kardashian woman  -  where did these women come from?????  And why do we care about them?  Or what they do?

-  Octomom - was interviewed on Oprah today, and admitted that she was "a baby addict".

-  Sarah Palin, Sarah Palin, Sarah Palin.  She's still talking. Shut-up!

-  Kelsey Grammer - still getting divorced.  Again, why do we care?

-  Charlie Sheen - who cares about him either?  Pathetic.

-  Kanye West - said something stupid today.

-  Snooki!  Seriously?  Sad, sad, sad, that we want to see this woman on TV.  What a role model.

-  Martha Stewart cut her lip - required 9 stitches.  Ouch.  She tripped over her dog.

-  Brad & Angelina kissed in public.  I think they conceived 9 more kids.

-  And, I think there was other more serious stuff going on, too.

Shocking.

WHAT PETS DO FOR US

I know I talk about my cats a lot here.  They are a huge part of our life.

Luci ...
Basically, the red-headed-step-child - the beautiful, adopted-from-Illinois, crack-baby.  HUSBAND and I love her so much.  Well, I love her, HUSBAND tolerates her.  And HUSBAND knows that her place in the household is important.  I'm sure he does.  She gets the bugs.  Or at least she lets us know where the bugs are,  brings the bugs to us, shows the bugs to us, wherever we are.

I think this picture is just Luci saying, "Yeah, well, so what!".

She hasn't found her compassionate side yet.  She's just 2 1/2.  But then again, she's pretty cuddly and sweet about 3:30 in the morning, on my pillow, with her ass as close as she can get it to my nose and mouth.  LOVE her then!

Luci has a mind of her own, which I appreciate.  She and HUSBAND are having a tiff right now, however.  Luci spilled his water last night, all over his phone, and the remote control, and other things, and the REMOTE CONTROL.  Luci is into her 5th or 6th of her 9 lives.

But then there's Pancho, our 11 year old, 17 pound (ok, actually now 19 pounds - he's beefed up - we can hear him walking across the house!), orange tabby.
Oh my gosh!

Sweet Pancho has started sleeping by HUSBAND - on the ottoman next to the recliner where HUSBAND sleeps.

And Pancho also waits for HUSBAND outside the bathroom.

(Somebody should have washed Pancho's little face today, as he has allergies.  Somebody forgot.)  Pancho is so understanding and tolerant.  Oh, what a love.

Pancho, also, knows to GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY, when HUSBAND comes out of the bathroom - not wanting to be in the way.   And he knows that's the way HUSBAND prefers it.  Again, so understanding.

The whole point of this blog is to say that our pets do so much for our lives, don't they?!

I think they kind of put the period at the end of the day.

I love my cats.

I love HUSBAND too.  Most times more than my cats, sometimes not!  :-)
But, he's always tolerated my cats.

HOPEFULLY YOU'LL LAUGH!!

I haven't posted anything in a bit.  I'm been pretty busy with family things.  Haven't we all!!

And I think I might have "early-new-year, post-holiday, my-sheets-feel-nice, I-hate-the-alarm-clock, I-hate January-&-February, the-litterbox-still-needs-cleaning, the-dishwasher-is-still-full-of-Christmas-dinner-dishes" WRITER'S BLOCK.

But here are two things that I thought might make you laugh...

#1 - This is one of the nominees for "Funniest Short Joke of the Year" -

A 3-year-old boy examined his testicles while taking a bath.
"Mom", he asked, "Are these my brains?" 
"Not yet," she replied.


#2 - True story: I ordered these "call bells" to put in all our rooms so HUSBAND can get my attention if he needed help.  I tried to find the funniest ones I could find on the internet - we need humor.  I thought these were funny to have at home.

Well, I walked into the living room tonight and was trying to tell HUSBAND something that he needed to know, and he needed to listen to me, but he and DAUGHTER were apparently watching a movie.  Whatever.
So he DINGS the bell at me!  Three times.  To stop talking.  To shut-up.  DAUGHTER laughed.
So I said, "THAT is NOT what those bells are for big guy, and good luck trying to shut me up".
But I did leave the room and leave them alone.  Whatever, it wasn't that important, anyway.




xoxoxo

WALMART EXPERIENCE #3

I'll start by saying that I've avoiding posting anything attempting to be funny here for the past week.  There have been some very hard life issues that several of my friends have had to go through recently.  Too many in the past few weeks, actually, one as recently as Christmas Eve.  Peace to those of you I'm referring to.
MY family is small, so I think of my friends as my family also.

But... I decided that I know first hand that we have to keep laughing.  So...

Last week, three days BEFORE Christmas, I went to Walmart to make a return.  I had bought SON a hoodie during WALMART EXPERIENCE #2, but paid attention to the hanger, which said "L".  The actual size was "XXL", which I didn't notice until the next day.  I should have known that, at Walmart, the hanger size and the actual size are, most likely, never the same.

MY fault.  Walmart should advertise that customers should never expect too much from them.  Because they are Walmart.  And I kept telling myself that for $20 I could just roll down my car window and give the hoodie to any one of the 1.2 million homeless people who are here on every street corner.  And I wouldn't have to endure Walmart one more time.  But I didn't do that.

I went back to return the hoodie, three days before Christmas, thinking that NOBODY would be returning things BEFORE Christmas.  I was #17 in line.
And there were only two "customer service representatives" behind the counter.

I waited patiently. Patiently.  PATIENTLY.  For 31 minutes.

Here's what the woman in front of me was returning........

FRITOS.  TWO PACKAGES.  $2. 49.  She waited in line for at least 30 minutes to return two packages of Fritos.  She was all giggly, and kept turning around to the rest of us in line, thinking we were getting her humor.  Apparently she had had a party and these were the leftovers.  The "customer service representative" had to call for help.  He wasn't sure if Walmart could take back "consumables".  Turns out, they can.

When I finally got to the counter, I gave the gentleman my hoodie.  I tried to explain that the store had been negligent in putting the proper garment on the proper hanger. I wanted him to be aware of this, and maybe explain to management how they could improve their customer's experience.  He took it, said ok, grabbed my receipt, gave me my money!

When I left, the birds were beginning to arrive.  A definite sign I had been there too long.  I got in my car quickly, happy that I had survived returns at Walmart.

Traffic was horrible getting out of the parking lot, and then onto the street where I needed to be.  I waited in line, once again.

Here is the truck I was behind.......

Notice the trailer hitch on the truck.......

Yep.  Scrotum, two balls.  Silver.  Shiny.  Swinging away on the back of the truck.

Here's a bad close-up from my phone.....

I wanted, so badly, to follow the guy home to see what he looked like.  What the man looks like who would put this (these) on the back of his vehicle.  HUSBAND said that they are pretty common, come in colors, and that most of the men driving the trucks are usually short and ugly.  I still didn't get it.

It did, however, give me a lot to think about on my way home.  I decided that the woman who returned the Fritos was probably in the passenger seat.

I am never bored.

DECKING THE HALLS...

I've avoided decking them.  I've put it off, and off, and off.  But I decided to get serious a few nights ago, deciding on the minimalist approach.  Less is more.  Whatever.

I tried to get everyone in the spirit.  I lit some candles.  I put the dirty dishes in the sink (the dishwasher was full), I put on some laundry.

Here is the one and only new holiday decoration I purchased this year...

His name is Max the Moose, and I adopted him, for 20 bucks, from Randall's, while I was shopping for Thanksgiving groceries.  He's pretty cute, don't you think?  The fam agreed.

Luci did her best to intimidate Max (Luci is a crack-baby, remember)...

Max never moved, so Luci gave up pretty quickly, and went on to other interesting things I was pulling out.

Then she realized that there were shopping bags all over the floor.  The Pier One bag was her favorite.  She thought she was hiding.  I was hoping if I ignored her she would STAY IN THERE for a while!

Eventually, Luci exhausted herself...

Meanwhile, Pancho was helping in his usual way.  He always does what is asked of him.  He wasn't really concerned with Max the Moose, either.  He was used to my adoptions over the years... hence, Luci!

Anyway, I persevered, and achieved the minimalist holiday affect I was going for.  It's minimally festive.  Perfect.

HUSBAND got into the spirit too, asking what he could do to help (NOT!).  But I asked him if he would help me untangle some lights, and he said, "@%#&%$, sure!"  He's always loved the holiday season.

He was actually very helpful.  And he enjoyed watching my pathetic efforts, and the show I was apparently putting on.

My family loves having their pictures taken, don't they?  He DID, however, agree and approve of these pictures - just want to say that.  I told him he could show off his Longhorn Snuggie - a gift from DAUGHTER last holiday season.

So, HAPPY HOLIDAYS, friends!!!  Enjoy.

WALMART EXPERIENCE #2

I had so much fun at Walmart last Friday (previous post) that I went back on Tuesday.

This is what we happy, jolly Tuesday shoppers at Walmart had to face at dusk...

See those little specs on the top edge of the building?

Those were Grackles.  Black birds to some of you.  In Austin they are Grackles, and they are obnoxious, annoying, invasive, really nasty, aggressive birds.  And when they like a place, they REALLY like it.  They like Walmart a lot more than I do, apparently.

There were 700 billion of them in the Walmart parking lot.

So, all the happy, jolly shoppers who couldn't get into their cars because their cars were covered with Grackles, were pulling out their cell phones, muttering the word "Hitchcock", and taking pictures. Me included.

Getting home to start wrapping all those gifts in our baskets suddenly wasn't important.  We all had to get pictures of the birds.

And I'm sure we all drove home trying to see through the bird shit on our windshields, thinking, "Wow, that was really something.  Maybe we'll go back to Walmart tomorrow."
I'm not sure how Walmart pulled this off, but they have some good PR people.

Happy shopping!

MY WALMART EXPERIENCE

We all have Walmart stories, don't we?

I made the mistake of going to Walmart today when I really wasn't feeling very well, but I certainly didn't want to go on the weekend.  There are just occasions when a Walmart run is necessary.  Today was that day for me.

My usual experience is, that while I KNOW there are intelligent people who shop at Walmart, I just don't usually encounter any of them.

My two memorable Walmart experiences today were...

First,
I saw an adorable young man contemplating wine glasses.  He was, maybe, 25 years old, and I could see that it was important to him to buy the perfect set of wine glasses.  I made up my own, quick, little romance novel in my head.  I enjoyed watching him.  He was there for a while.  And, although I know there are stalkers at Walmart, I was not one of them.

Second,
here we go......  THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED!
I was in the Pharmacy area trying to find earplugs.  (I wear them from time to time because Pancho and Luci are very noisy at night.)  So I hear these two "guys" talking about their menopausal wives, so my ears perked up.

At that point I had been in Walmart for 1.25 hours.  1.0 hours too long.

"Lucky to be married" guy #1 was saying that his wife was going through menopause and she was cranky and always hot - he could never put the thermostat on the right temperature for her, and she was always kicking the covers off the bed at night.

"Lucky to be married" guy #2 asked how old she was.  "Lucky-to-be-married" guy #1 said 42.

"Lucky to be married" guy #2 said, well you ain't seen nothin' yet just wait 'til she's 45 then she really starts sweatin' and a whole lotta other shit.

"Lucky to be married" guy #1 said, oh really shit.  "Lucky to be married" guy #2 said, oh yeah 45 is when the real sweatin' begins.

I walked a few steps around the end of the aisle to get a look at these charming fellas.  Guess what they were buying???????  Guess!!!!

CONDOMS.  Yep.  Two guys with menopausal wives buying condoms together at Walmart on a Friday night.

They saw me starring at them and actually said, oh sorry I guess we were being a little loud.  I smiled and told them that they were just lucky I was passed 45.

Then it occurred to me that I thought it was funny that the earplugs were close to the condoms.  I actually laughed out.  And my mind went off on a whole other thing about that.

Happy shopping.

LAUNDRY

I have laundry piles.  A few piles.  Piles of laundry. Many.

And there are only two of us, now, in the household.

This is why I always have piles of laundry...

Pancho and Luci won't let me NEAR the laundry basket.

Can't do laundry without a laundry basket.

So.

SQUIRRELS

(First off, I had to look up how to spell squirrels.  I kept getting it wrong.)

I sat outside for an hour or so this afternoon.  Absorbing some vitamin D.  Enjoying the absolutely beautiful Austin fall weather.

And I wanted to watch our Chickadees.  I've been noticing the influx of Chickadees lately. Hearing their wonderful chirps, and seeing them flitting around our backyard.  I love those funny, little birds.

I took my camera out with me, thinking it would be fun to take some pictures of the cute little Chickadees.

Well, once I sat down, relaxed, got my camera ready... Nothing.  Not a Chickadee.  Not a bird.  Nothing within a hundred miles.

Sooooo, I got caught up watching two squirrels.  Yes, I did.  For close to an hour.  What can I say.

I should give my insights about squirrels to some "squirrel expert" now, because I saw some stuff.  Not unlike humans really.  Let's just say it must be squirrel mating season.  Pretty interesting.

Anyway......  here's one of them, chewing on an acorn.....

And here he/she is sharpening his/her teeth for yet another acorn, or whatever.....

Then, here he/she is, starting to realize that somebody is watching him/her, and taking his/her picture......

And, then, finally, here he/she is giving me the "Cujo"/"Exorcist" eyes.  Telling me to stop taking his/her picture, and to go to hell.

I ran inside before he/she had time to lunge at my face.

Like EVERY other member of my family, he/she didn't want his/her picture taken.  He/she just couldn't put his/her hands up in front of his/her face.

Pretty exciting afternoon.