On the sex of our future children

Him: I want a boy first.
Me: Really?
Him: Yeah, so make that happen. Do whatever you gotta do in there.
Me: Umm, the man's sperm determines the sex of the baby.
Him: Oh. Then I got that. Boom! yah! hah!

My sweet, plastic, friend.

Remember this post?

Wellll, a few minutes after writing about my discovery of the Holga camera, I researched it fervently and discovered that it is pretty much the best invention since the toaster. Then, I bought the complete set for $60. Free Shipping.
In fact, this is what the first page of my new Holga book says:

"Think your eyes are open? I'm afraid to say that until this very moment they have been closed. The unassuming Holga is here to save you from a future of digital pixels and images shared on small screens on cameras or phones. We have all become numbed with photography, there is no denying it, but a chunky camera made almost entirely of plastic has been put on this Earth to save us. It will reawaken your vision, fill you with joy, make you see beauty when you thought it had disappeared forever, and bring out sunshine on a cloudy day."

I feel like that is alot to expect out of a $30 piece of plastic. So far, it is really cool. It came in the mail yesterday, and I have only taken four pictures with it, one of which had the lens cap on. Tomorrow The Mr and I are going to take her out for a few hours and use up all her film on carousels and sunsets. I'll let you know how that goes.

Curly: The Musical

So, Once Upon A Time, my sweet husband (who didn't have long, luscious, curls) worked a 9-5 escrow job and made more money than he knew what to do with and hated it. One day, in a tunnel, I prayed that he would have a different job, one that he loved, and was incredible at, and felt like he was made to do. Several months after we got married, he was laid off.
He was bummed, and I (secretly) rejoiced.
Fast forward (almost) two years. Our living room has been transformed into a music studio. I have seen him perform in several cities, and go from being a beginner pianist to...well, a not at all beginner pianist. The sounds this guy can produce make my toes tingle. He is a very secretive and private kind of guy, so the entire universe has no idea what will hit them when the world becomes his audience.
You'llll seeee.
AND, the very best part is that he has found a career with purpose and meaning, and he is doing exactly what he was made to do.
Hooray!
And the very, very, best part is that when you are a workfromhome musician, you get to have yummy curly hair that gets stuck in my eyelashes when you kiss me.
And we lived happily ever after.

Its July

July= anniversary month. As in, month of TWO YEARS AND WERE STILL MARRIED. Score! Every year is one more dart in the face of the naysayers and ridiculous divorce rates. In celebration I will probably be writing more often than usual about how I accidentally married my best friend, not even knowing that under his handsome, rugged, overpriced clothing, was the man of my dreams. I thought I knew, but I was deeply infatuated and he is really cute and fun and funny, and those things are nice but they arent the kind of things that hold marriages together. Or maybe they are.
Anyway, I lucked out. Hit the jackpot with a quarter I found on the ground. Lucky me!

lover's quarrel

me: i love you, kid.

hub: hmm?
me: love you, kid.
hub: i'm a person. a grown up person.
me: oh. love you, person.
hub: ahem?
me: love you, grown up person.

Holga

to whom it may concern,

can i please have one of these?


they are very inexpensive and unpredictable and fun. did i mention inexpensive?

heres a website: http://fredflare.com/customer/product.php?productid=2785&cat=309

if i had one of those, i could take pictures like these:




they make the colors vibrant, pictures blur together, you never know what youre gonna get! please?

love,
allie
(a future Holga photographer)

Thoughts on being alive

watching Into the Wild and eating orange otter pops and brown rice for dinner and making art and living with a guy who wears striped socks
= being alive.

The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.”
— Chris McCandless


p.s. Babas, can we make one of these?