Photo Friday: A Year in Sandwiches

It is no secret that I am crazy obsessed with Jimmy John’s sandwiches. When I was working, I would go more than once a week. I was the mayor on Foursquare for a good long stretch, for $%#!s sake! Even pregnant I was going once a week; nitrates be damned. I can pinpoint who started my obsession and I can name at least ten people whom I have passed the joy on to.

Pinterest has plenty of “ideas” for monthly photo shoots, of course. Though they tend to be overdone and/or overly complicated. OF COURSE.

So that explains the following.

And full disclosure: I was not sponsored or paid or reimbursed or anything. Though I wouldn’t turn it down retroactively. (wink)

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Photo Friday: Spring in MN vs. Spring in MD

Life in Maryland last week was a liiiiitle different then it was when we were in Minnesota the week before. Don’t get me wrong, I love my home state and never waver on that, but they are bat shit crazy with the weather this year. Like, it snowed while I was there. At the end of April. And they got substantial snow yesterday. IN MAY. That’s weirder than The Great Halloween Blizzard of 1991, for reals.

I go through snow withdrawal  so I didn’t mind. We played in it! Little A wasn’t impressed. Possibly even annoyed I put him in it because that snowball? Went straight down my sweater immediately following that photo.



We returned home to 65 degrees and sun. And played in bright green grass.


He wasn’t impressed with that either. And played perhaps isn’t the right word. Froze in place seems more accurate. He wasn’t sure what to do.

He seemed to enjoy the swing and the slide and/or the basking in the sun but was unimpressed with his first baseball game.





He’s just bummed the Reds lost. Or maybe that it wasn’t a Twins game. Shit, it was pretty warm, maybe he missed that cold white shit. A big week of firsts (snow, grass, slide, swing, public transit (not pictured), baseball) and varied weather!

You may notice an extreme difference in my hair. There’ll a blog post about that. Because it had gotten RIDIC awful. And it’s the @!#%!# baby’s fault.


Photo Friday: Facebook Sucks

I had something more exciting planned for today. At least I think I did. Regardless, it is long forgotten and then I got frustrated with Facebook because running a Facebook page with mostly your smartphone is like trying to poke ALF with a chopstick after he’s flown back to Melmac.

I don’t know that because I watched ALF. I know that because I watched Saved by the Bell and Screech mentions it like 9.5 times.

IMPOSSIBLE. It’s impossible.

First they make you download another app. Which is stupid, I don’t want two apps for the same @#%! website. Then they remove half the functionality. Then they just make it not work at all. You can uninstall and re-download if you want to waste 45 minutes of package fail and network down messages. Personally, I’d rather watch two episodes of ALF.

Meanwhile, since they want you to use that worthless app, they make the regular app totally useless for page posts and everything you post shows up as a wall post from yourself. Meaning no one sees it AND your real identity is identified. Because that’s totally what I wanted to happen.

LET’S NOT MAKE THIS INTO AN ANDROID/APPLE DEBATE. Just do not go there. Soooooo not in the mood.


Here are two photos that I INTENDED to post on my Facebook page but Facebook had other ideas. And if you follow me on Instagram, then you’re awesome but these episodes are repeats.

Garden Party

Garden Party

"Look, lady, I'll eat it. Just stop with the damn noises."

“Look, lady, I’ll eat it. Just stop with the damn noises.”

And yes, this is a thinly veiled ploy to get you to like me on Facebook. Even though I hate it right now.

I can’t quit.

Call Intervention. Zack Morris has a cell phone you can borrow.

And no, the alliteration the title could have had did not escape me. I just thought the annoyance wasn’t worth the vulgarity. Which is weird. For me.

Happy $@%@! Weekend!


Photo Friday: When in Rome…

Well, not ACTUALLY Rome. Not even remotely close.

But when in the Bayou…do as them Southerns do!

Wear Overalls.

Wear Overalls.

Get Daiquiris from the Drive-Thru Shack

Get Daiquiris from a Drive-Thru Shack.

Eat a Crawfish

Eat a Crawfish.

Or Not.

Or Not.

Play "Who Dat?" instead of Peek-a-Boo. And earn the nickname "Hambone".

Play “Who Dat?” instead of Peek-a-Boo. And earn the nickname “Hambone”.

Don't Wear Pants.

Don’t Wear Pants.

It’s a kind of a BIG DEAL that I ate a crawfish. I even almost liked it! We all had a warm, wonderful, pantsless time in Louisiana!

Oh, and Little A was often pantsless because his decision to “Rome” included shitting his britches. This kid has never pooped in his @#%!$ carseat before. We had to wash that cover three times. IN FIVE DAYS. No photos of that. YOU’RE WELCOME.

Did we miss any “when in Rome” opportunities while there?


Photo Friday: FAIL

Sometimes my son is not the brightest star in the sky.