Few things can match a glorious, upscale and refined Saturday afternoon strolling through Lauritzen Gardens, Omaha’s Botanical Center than stuffing one’s face with rib tips, cole slaw and cornbread at Famous Dave’s immediately following one’s garden walk.
Here’s a favorite photo I took yesterday at the gardens. So much a favorite that, in fact, I made it my new desktop photo.
With the help of a few folks (thanks, inferno10!) and a little techno knowhow on my part, my webcam is alive and well at long last.
Here’s a screenshot I took moments ago. That smile is there because my webcam is actually working :-)
I’m discovering that regardless of how much I eat (both good foods and bad foods), drink (both healthy beverages and intoxicating alcohol) or sleep (lots of sleep and only a few hours of sleep), I’m still looking good at 27.
That’s not to make me sound vain. Only that I’m still fortunate enough to wash away any signs of malnourished fatigue or morning-after inebriation with a fast shower and a little mascara.
I know my time to live this way is short.
Thus, I shall savor it and enjoy it to its fullest.
Good night, dear readers. My beauty rest is calling.
StoryCorps, the NPR program that proves everyone has a story to tell, is coming to Ames, Iowa this month.
I have so many stories to tell.
Problem is, which one do I pick?
The following two images were taken at my house last Thursday, as we bid a fond farewell/good luck/we’ll miss you/write often to our dear friend, Holly.
Me and Molly, enjoying cocktails in the backyard. I made this photo black and white to give it a more sophisticated look, although the evening quickly became anything but. {See photo No. 2.}
Me, TJ, Molly and Jimmy attempting to create a pyramid and failing quite miserably.
A few weeks ago I purchased an iSight to chat with friends and family via iChat.
I’ve now decided to set up a Web cam at my Web site, shaggy-money.flywheelsites.com. I’m running into a few snags with my FTP server but hope to have my fabulous, bespectacled face staring back at you sometime soon.
Wish me luck, dear readers. And stay tuned.
For 230 years old, you look fabulous.
Today I went to the dentist.
No cavities.
But at the end of my check-up, as I’ve done the past three times I’ve visited the dentist, I said yes to the dental floss.
Knowing full well that I will never, ever floss my teeth, I said yes anyway. I want my dental hygienist to think I take care of my teeth, that I give a damn about them each and every day after leaving that chair.
The truth? I only think of my teeth when:
(1) Something, like popcorn, is stuck in them and they hurt.
(2) I have an appointment the following day and realize how little I care for my teeth.
(3) I’m examining a photograph to see how much teeth I’m showing when I smile.
So I took the floss, drove home and promptly put it with the other two unused packs of dental floss in my bathroom closet. During a period of 18 months, I have acquired three packs of dental floss and never broke the seal on any of them.
I expect the same thing to occur during my next appointment, scheduled for January 8, 2007.
How can I possibly remain cool as a cucumber when word on the street is that The Postal Service may bless our ears with a second album?
Today was a rather stressful day at work, which was documented in this Omaha World-Herald article, in which I was quoted.
As a result of today’s events, I received the following email from the one, the only Chris Machian.
From: Chris Machian
To: Wendy Townley
Date: June 27, 2006 2:44:13 PM CDT
Subject: cox
So my access to dancingnakedcatholicschoolgirls.com was interrupted today when cox went down.
Therefore I demand you come over and dance.
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I can only assume Machian is referring to a Halloween costume I sported three years ago.
