Pioneer Woman

some blogs are lame. for example this one, which you are probably reading because you are my friend and feel obligated.

however-

some blogs are not.

one such non-lame blog that i read is The Pioneer Woman's . I'm pretty sure many of my obligated friends read her blog too, just without the obligation aspect.

I would now like to take you on a photographic journey through the night during which I met the Pioneer Woman....

She walks out of the stage door. Everyone stands up and blocks my flash.

She's getting closer. I see she is wearing a purple velvet blazer thing yet looks awesome.

Then she sits down to answer questions and be funny and smart and more awesome. I come to the realization that even without flash blockers, my camera is worthless.

Then she does Napoleon Dynamite and Ethel Merman impressions- only one of which i have to google when i get home to fully appreciate.

Then I got Marlboro Man's autograph. I talked to MM! It was a magical moment which Beth Ann tired to capture on my camera from the other side of the room. The picture didn't turn out quite like I had hoped.

Then Beth Ann got autographs from PW's two sons who were hilarious and adorable x2. I cry silently to myself after seeing my face in the picture of me and MM.

Then it's time for the real deal. People line up for PW. My friend Ashleigh and her mom were there and had really good ticket numbers. To spite my camera, i take some shots with my iPhone.

Then my turn arrives. I sit down and immediately begin blabbering a story about this burn mark on my nose from a tragic grease splatter incident that occurred while trying to make her chicken fried steak the night before in celebration of THIS VERY MOMENT.

After realizing I got some blah on her jacket, I show her my sweaty palms and explain I'm nervous.

Then I confess that the grease splatter burn only occurred because I don't own the proper kitchen utensils.

Then a miracle- she laughs with/at me. It's possible that this picture only captured a coincidental moment where we are both laughing at the same time, but if you squint, it looks like she thinks I'm funny.

And finally, here we are. Just two bloggers, faces overexposed by my remorseless camera flash.

giveaway link

my friend is doing a giveaway on her blog. here is the link if you like picture frames:
http://lifewithusinks.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-giveway.html

then, while listening to this song, click here, here, and here for some websites that also have to do with pictures.


if you don't like picture frames, sorry, no links for you.

Ashleigh

so i learned that my friend Ashleigh reads my blog because she commented on my last post. this post is for her.


Dear Ashleigh,

Remember when we went out for your birthday? Remember when you stepped on my foot? (You might not). I didn't want to concern you at the time, since it was your birthday and all, but I think enough time has passed for you to find out the truth.


But really Ash, no hard feelings. The pain and swelling only lasted a week and a half, and now it's almost completed back to normal color.

Oh and I'm sorry about my toenails in the picture. I was planning on getting a pedicure later that weekend but, well, i had to cancel.

Love,
Catharine