February Photos


March 2, 2012

If you’re not on Instagram yet, I can’t help but think that you’re weird, and it’s probably better if we’re not friends anymore.

So please stop reading.

No really, stop.

Phew, that was awkward, I hate break-ups.

But if you are on Instragram, you’ve likely heard about the photo a day challenge.


It started in January, and while I don’t like to be the first do do anything, I thought I’d sit January out to see how it fared, then join up in February.

And February 1st came, and I was a go.


This one was “my view today.” It was Berlyn’s birthday, and we celebrated with her with a loud and abrasive dinner at Farrel’s. She’s doing her best to look unaffected and nonchalant. But there is a giant marching band drum banging next to us, and she’s about 3 minutes away from a farm sized trough of ice cream and sprinkles being delivered directly in front of her face.


This one is “words.” I scrambled to find some words, and at 10:00 p.m., I looked around my room and saw a flickering candle. It’s a little half-assed, but so is most things I do.  It’s a Malin+Goetz cannabis candle. That’s right, cannabis. It’s the best smelling candle in the world, and no it’s doesn’t smell like bong water and day old pizza, it smells grassy, and citrusy with warm spicy notes. It’s basically my favorite.


This one is “hands.” Berlyn was playing with paper party cups.


This one is called “Stranger,” and it was pretty intense, because I threw caution to the wind and snapped this photo right in his face. I was banking on the chance that since he was at the bar he was probably drunk, and therefore didn’t mind. Judging from his expression, I think he was kind of okay with it. Maybe even intrigued…? No sir, I am not hitting on you. Please ignore the flash of my camera phone and go about your business.


This was what was happening at “10 a.m.” one morning. I think it was a weekend. Because I’m usually doing this much, much earlier. No, wait, I take that back. I’m not applying lipliner early in the morning on a weekday. I’m lucky if I have concealer on my zits and chapstick on.


Brown rice with stir fried veggies was “dinner” one night. We eat mostly vegan and this was just a typical weekday meal for us. And no, my kids don’t eat it. They cry and scream at the sight of a vegetable…kind of like their dad.


This is Hudson’s massive outie belly “button.” It’s a hernia. Doctors say it’s not a problem…and I have one too, so we’re basically hernia twins. YAY!


This is what my “front door ” looks like. Not that exciting. I got the wreath at Anthropologie, naturally.


Self portrait.


If a goat isn’t something that “makes you happy”, something is seriously wrong with you.




This is a peek inside my closet.  And this is where the photo challenge started to get weird for me.


Berlyn’s Valentine’s for her class. “Heart.”


A pay phone outside the library.


And lastly, “something new.” Pat bought me See’s Candies after our dinner plans went catastrophically wrong.

So that’s where the challenge ended. 16 photos.

I found it odd when asked to see inside my closet, but I went along. But then it was asking for samples of my handwriting and the contents of my bathroom cabinet. What’s next Instagram? You want me to take a picture of my poo and hash-tag it with the last thing I ate?

I can blame my quitting the instragram challenge on the breech of privacy, but we all know that I have no problem with over sharing. The truth is I’m lazy. And it felt like a school assignment. And school assignemts were basically the worst.

Because I never learn my lesson, I’ll start it up again in March…

Only if don’t have to take a picture of my poo.


You should just make an alternate theme and shoot whatever you want. Or at least the other three corners of our messy closet.

by Pat on March 2, 2012

How do you do the split screen thing in Instagram? I’m totally clueless and checking out all these awesome daily photos from people and scratching my head about combining the photos or whatever it is you’re doing. I like it. I like it a lot. I want to do it. I want to be like you. I want to be you. What?

by Yellaphant on March 6, 2012

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