I consider myself a reasonably intelligent person. Based on that, I think it’s safe to say that being able to take a good selfie is not related to IQ. Thank goodness for that line of reasoning. It’s what allows me to not feel bad about my lack of selfie skills.

Spectacular shot from the Space Needle

Breathtaking view of Puget Sound and the Olympic Mountains.

This one’s actually not that bad. A Chihuly glass exhibit with the pieces sitting on a clear ceiling and lit from above.

In considering the subject, I came up with a list of REAL reasons why selfies are hard.

  1. My arms aren’t that long.
  2. Sometimes there’s a glare on the screen and I can’t even see what I’m taking a picture of.
  3. An unfortunate thumb injury (8th grade) which doesn’t allow my right thumb to bend all the way, making it extra hard to push the button with one hand.
  4. I have a big head. (big head+short arm=not much space for background)

Though they are not frame-worthy, they are usually laugh-worthy. At least the kids think so. They think it’s funny that we look so confused. In reality, we’re not confused, we’re just squinting — see #2 above.

There’s that glare I was telling you about.

“Can you even see what’s on the screen?” “Not really.” “Just take it anyway.”

I’m decent at taking regular pictures, though. In fact, the background on my website — the picture of the Rocky Mountains — is one I took myself on a vacation to Colorado a few years ago. So I’ve got that going for me. And if I decide to get serious about upping my selfie game, I’ll just give Kim Kardashian a jingle and get some pointers. #sheISgreatatselfies



A Visit to the Alma Mater

My Marine and I took advantage of the nice weather recently and made a trip to my alma mater, Purdue University in West Lafayette, Indiana. It was the first time I’d been there in years…like years. And it was the first time I took my husband. As I showed him around the campus, he became interested to hear all my crazy college stories. Specifically, he asked for details of things that go on in all-girl dorms. It was a sad moment for him when I revealed that I was just as dorky then as I am now. Sorry, guy. No crazy, sexy stories. Fantasy status: Crushed.

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Husband Material

I’ve been married for 23 years. (I got married when I was 6. It was a delightful ceremony attended by all of our closest first grade friends.) By now, I should already be convinced that My Marine is quality, Grade A, inspected and certified husband material. And I am. But he continues to find new ways to remind me.

Now, I’m not that into antiquing, but once in a while the mood hits me. For Mother’s Day, My Marine and my 3 kids (I haven’t come up with cool, bloggy, secret-identity names for them yet, but give it time – I will.) let me pick out a new tree.


Dia de Madre Tree


Yay! I’m soooo into planting new trees! My Marine also offered to take me to a movie. I said, “You know, how about instead of a movie, we hit some antique shops.”

Well, my friends, I’m sure you can imagine the face. It’s the Dear God…NO! face, with the Mother’s Day filter over it. “Sure,” he responds.

So, I described a big place I’d seen off the highway. I wasn’t exactly sure of the town, really, but it looked like a “big, red barn.” I asked if he knew the place and he said he thought so. However, we couldn’t find a name and we didn’t know if it was open so we went to some antique places closer to home.

Creepy doll just like I used to have, complete with cut hair.

antiques hoof lamp

A lamp that needs no words

Now, here’s the part where the man showed his true spirit – the spirit of a warrior.

The next weekend, he approached me and asked if I wanted to go find the “big, red barn” antiques place.

Did you catch that? HE offered to go antiquing again. The very next weekend, no less.

This guy…unbelievable!

Well, we found the big, red barn off the highway. It’s a fireworks place, but we’re both pretty sure that at one time it said Antiques on the building somewhere. Luckily, I had a back-up plan and had found a place nearby with 80, yes 80, consignment booths chock full of antiques. He powered through every booth with me. Never complained, never rushed me in the least.

How cool is this? It’s 3D! And it was only $25. I’m sure I’ll regret not getting it.

Awesome retro kitchen chairs!

Awesome retro kitchen chairs!

When we got outside, he let out a dramatic sigh and I congratulated him. “You did it,” I said. “So, what did you think?”

He shook his head. “That place needs a match.”


Anyone else have a husband material story to share? Of course, I’d love to hear about wife material, too!