Day 21

Here's a pretty pattern.

It's my shower curtain. I don't know if I've mentioned it yet, but I am borderline obsessed with World Market.

By the way...

It was this thing.

The Tsaritsa was so close.

Days 18, 19, 20

Slack attack. Sorry, I've been avoiding natural disasters in D.C.

I spy with my little eye...

The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell. This is an awesome book. Awesome. I just finished Freakonomics by Steven D. Levitt & Stephen J. Dubner. Fantastic. Before that? Confessions of an Economic Hitman by John Perkins. Wow. I'm on a roll here. I hope my next book doesn't suck.

Here's where the magic happens. And of course by magic I mean surfing the Interwebs while eating Easy Cheese straight from the can.

Day 17 - On the Shelf (Virginia Earthquake 2011)

What a coincidence that today's photo would be "on the shelf." By now you have probably heard about the 5.8-magnitude earthquake that struck the East Coast today. Here's my shelf after the quake.

Nope, no damage. I came home to crooked pictures and opened doors(?), but nothing broken.

Let me say that that earthquake pretty much spoiled the thought of ever moving to California. Or Indonesia. That shit was not cool.

Day 16 - What I Ate

Busy drafting a sales proposal + lost appetite =

Yep, that's it. Straight out of the pouch.

Weekend Agenda: Zombie Apocalypse

It was just a typical Saturday night for me, running from flesh eating zombies.

My zombie apocalypse emergency kit: a map, a zombie warning whistle, water, a wipe for cleaning zombie bite wounds, a glow stick for when my flashlight dies, gum(?), and one "brain" token.

Days 14 & 15

We have reached the halfway point.

I thought it would be a good idea to head to the United States Botanical Garden to take my day 15 photo. I snapped this when I wasn't running from the bees.

And here are my shoes. Plastic flip flops and band-aids...typical.

Day 13

This is the George Washington Masonic National Memorial. I always thought the Masons were a secret club like the Skulls. Guess not, since the guy who sold me my car is a member.

I cannot say "from a distance" without Bette Midler popping into my head. I know all of the words, by the way, since this was a song from one of our awesome school musicals.

Day 12

Can you guess what this is?

Day 11

Reading is fun.

If they had the Book It! program for adults, I would eat so many personal pan pizzas that I'd have to have a wall removed to leave the house. If I had a twin, we'd buy motorcycles and hats and ride them around, and we'd hold a Guinness World Record.

But I don't have a twin. So I'll just have to try another route.

Man, I love those personal pan pizzas. And reading.

The return of panty-head.

Why do robbers keep putting underpants on their heads?

Don't people own scissors? Just get one of those beanie hats, cut two holes, and voila! You've got yourself a robber mask! Or use face paint. Go in that convenience store looking like this, and see if you get caught...

That would be pretty tough to describe to the police, now wouldn't it?

Don't be so lazy, criminals. Don't be so sloppy. Let's see a little effort, a little planning, a little drive. Grabbing the first pair of size 16 Hanes Her Way's you fumble across does not a successful robbery make. Stop putting panties on your head. It's just embarrassing.

Day 10

I've always been a crappy painter. But I try. Here's a detail of one of my craptastic paintings.

Yes, it is for sale.

Days 8 & 9

My pretty car provided the perfect setting for my day 8 assignment. Look at all these thingamabobs and doohickeys!

I would just like to tell you how exciting it is to rock out to satellite radio. Every day I get excited about it. Every fucking day. Especially when I listen to the 80s station. And when I flip back and forth between that and the 90s station, it's all over. The other day I almost ran off the road swapping between AC/DC and Billy Idol. Keep in mind that Ramona had no music. Period. Yes, I have a fantastic set of pipes, but one can only be entertained by singing the Milkshake Song to herself for so long...especially when the only lyrics one knows accurately are "la la la la la." And no music meant no car dancing. I'm a seriously good car dancer. If there is ever a "SYTYCCD," I will rock that shit.

And here is my day 9 photo. It's me, headless.

Days 6 & 7

You might have noticed I skipped day 5 (someone I love). I'll be turning that assignment in late.

As for a childhood memory, I caught these two playing the hand slap game while they waited for the Metro. I loved playing this when I was a kid.

Don't know what the hand slap game is? 

Now for something new. This photo has a double meaning.

The shirt is new. Because I'm attempting to train for...my first half marathon. Yep, totally busted on marathon runners in the not-so-distant past. But this is different. It's a half marathon...twice the fun.

Day 4 - Favorite Color(s)

You will now learn two things about me.

1. My ultimate, all-time favorite color is hot pink. (But my favorite combo is pink, red and orange.)

2. My closet is color-organized.

So now you know.

Day 3 - Clouds

When commuting to work, I opt for two Metro transfers each way instead of just one. That affords me a few minutes at the outdoor King Street station (as opposed to the underground L'Enfant Plaza), where I can get a little bit of fresh air. The platform is high above the street, so the view is great, and I've taken quite a few nice photos from this vantage point.

Pretty self-explanatory here...

Day 2 - What I Wore

This could have been a super-duper easy one for me, due to my obsession with bathroom mirror photos. But I tried to change it up a bit.

T-shirt: H&M, Skirt: J.Crew, Shoes: Aldo

30 Day Photo Challenge

I'm "competing" in a 30 day photo challenge, as detailed on this lovely blog. Technically it should have started August 1, but my competition started today.

Here is the list:

And here is entry #1:

I wanted to go for a no-fooling bare-faced portrait, so I took this when I first got up...before coffee. So if you ever hit the jackpot and find yourself spending the night at my place, this is what you get to look forward to waking up to! But seriously, don't hold your breath.

Apparently I'm 14 years old.

I haven't gone over my 450 allowed minutes in a pretty long time, but lately I haven't even been close.

Why? Oh, just because I've gotten into the habit of sending between 1,000 and 1,500 text messages a month.

OMG. WTF?

Am I going to start sneaking out the back door of my own apartment next?