Last night, Donald and I sat down with the list of potential names that were entered in my contest and picked a winner.  It was a tough thing to do, mostly because he would have rather spent the time pinching my butt or trying to seduce me, HOWEVER we did (eventually) (heh) prevail.

And so, without further ado, ALL HAIL JEAN FROM WORKING MOMMA 24/7 for she has won.  This photograph has been christened “Photo Echo,” a name that Donald and I both liked.


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Is that not a photo echo?  I think she really hit the nail on the head with that one.

A lot of the other entries really made us laugh as well, such as Kimberly’s suggestion that we call the photograph “The Three Cheeses.”  Tee-hee.  There are, ahem, several people in Donald’s family who call him Cheese or Mr. Cheese or Uncle Cheese, and so I’m pretty well convinced that Kimberly is telepathic.

Tabitha suggested “Family Fun with Photos,” so I blame her entirely for the fact that my husband will probably speak in alliteration for the next month.  And both Heidi and Eddo mentioned variations on the Russian babooshka doll theme, which was pretty clever.  I love those little nesting dolls!  I also really liked Allison’s suggestion that we call the photograph “Layered.  Like an onion.”  It appealed the inner Shrek in me (oh come on, EVERYBODY likes that movie).  And both Kim and Mom24 made art references which were very neat and were very serious considerations as well.

Thank you all so much for participating!  I had a really good time with this, so in conclusion I would like to offer you the following image.  This picture needs a name as well, the same rules apply (although this time, the prize will be a $25 gift card to Target,) and you can leave a comment here to tell me what you suggest! =)


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(For the record, we are not torturing Anastacia.  She likes to have her face rubbed and if we put our fingers together in a ring, she shoves her face through and PURRS like it’s nobody’s business.  The bulging eyes are just a happy side effect for those of us who are stuck rubbing her face twenty-five hours a day.)

(Donald made me include that disclaimer.)  (He’s paranoid.)  (But I included it anyway because he was nice enough to both impregnate me AND allow me to take photos like this.  Happy sigh…)


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This is the image of a social liberal in all her pregnant glory:


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It is also the reason my husband is not allowed to touch the cameras in this house.  He could have taken a picture that made me look like a supermodel, but THIS?!  This picture of my belly literally popping out buttons on my dress, THIS IS WHAT I DESERVE FOR CARRYING HIS UNBORN CHILD?!

Anyway, today is a momentous day for California.  It is the day that a bunch of lawyer folks get together and fight about whether or not Proposition 8 can be legally upheld.

Now, I am well aware of the fact that unless you live in my cash-strapped state, you likely have no idea what I’m talking about, so let me explain.  Last May, a court here ruled that marriage was a fundamental right and that it was unconstitutional to deny that right to the homosexual population.  In November, a ballot proposition passed to overturn that ruling and amend the California state constitution so that marriage was defined as involving a man and a woman as husband and wife.

Everybody and their mother voted in that election.  Donald and I are big believers in voting, HUGE believers in telling people who do not vote that they are not allowed to complain or criticize, and I was in line at the polls well before they opened last November.

Look, even Anastacia voted.  See?  See her sticker?


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Okay, I lie.  The sticker actually came from our local city council elections a couple days ago.  You know what’s amazing?  She almost always manages to look this upbeat in photographs.  THAT’S OUR LITTLE HAPPY CAT.

Back on topic, though, the question at stake is not about the merits (or demerits) of homosexual marriage.  It is not about whether Proposition 8 is “right” or “moral.”  The question at stake is whether our democracy is based on constitution, judicial interpretation, or the will of the people.  Whether Proposition 8 is legally valid.

What do you think?


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The longer you read this website, the more you will find that I have a love-thing for sunflare.  It started, as most love-things do, with some mild flirtation: a snapshot here and a snapshot there.  Most of the time, if a single photograph resulted in any sunflare, it was a (very) happy accident.  And that was all.  As time has passed, however, and as I have stumbled across such brilliant photography blogs as Sheye Rosemeyer Photography and Stuck in Customs, the love-thing grew and the accidental meetings became planned events.  Now, sunflare is an obsession.


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Over the weekend, it occurred to my husband that my father would never stop teasing him about the pathetic state of our lawn unless he did something about it.  So he went outside and started the lawnmower and followed my dad in endless circles around our yard for three hours.  No, really.  THREE HOURS.  That’s how long it takes to cut down weeds that have grown to roughly the height of the Empire State Building.

Naturally, I was completely unmotivated to do any actual HELPING OUT, so I stood in the road and indulged my inner love-thing for sunflare.  And this is what happened.


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Alas, the headlessness of my husband is a testament, I guess, to the fact that “too much of a good thing” really does exist.  WHO KNEW?  Also, just to make me feel really awful, about fifteen minutes after I loaded these images into the computer, I read an article about how our lawnmower is basically going to singlehandedly destroy the Earth.  So I take back everything I said in this post about trying to make eco-friendly choices.  Obviously, I was talking out of my ass.

Have you ever thought a picture would turn out awesome…only to find that it didn’t?


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March 02, 2009

She said:
-  *happy sigh* I like my dad.

He said:
-  I guess he’s alright.  I mean, he tolerates me having sex with his daughter.


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Donald and I celebrated his birthday this weekend, and by “celebrated,“ I mean that he performed all sorts of manual labor and I took pictures of him sweating profusely.  This morning, I had every intention of writing all about it, but I have a killer migraine.  So instead I will leave you with this, an image of Donald doing what Donald does best: bend to his wife’s wishes.  Or start the lawnmower.  Either Iether.  Maybe later I’ll show you all the crap shots I took when I was trying to get some sunflare and wound up with my husband, the headless yard worker.


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