Lifting the Veil

Millions of pictures, pictures from me! For you! For strangers! For creepy people!

Category 1: Vocation - Mind Shaper, Word Reader, Blah, Blah, Doodley-Doo

So this is my classroom. I had to withstand four years out in the portables with dead mice on my carpet before I got this little jewel. The principal informed me today that I have to move my hanging cubes, though. Apparently my projects set off the alarm five times (over the past couple months) in the middle of the night (circa 3 am) before they figured out that I was the culprit. Who knew that tying wall hangings right in front of a motion sensor and beside a heating duct would set off the alarm? And yes, that little black and yellow book is Poetry for Dummies. I am very educated.

Category 2: Moving the Boy - Island to Mainland

Apparently moving can cause you to do crazy things. We packed up some stuff, put lots in storage, and then ate sandwiches and hit some bottle (spinning). This picture of Andy in the "moving van" is a personal favourite, mostly because of the cowboy hats, his amazing expression (seriously, you should really enlarge this sucker), and the full bum shot (which I don't recommend you enlarge). This picture of me is a perfect example of "all is not as it seems." I may look like I'm slammin' this rather large bottle of amber rum, but I'm not. Nope. I'm a good girl. I'm only pretending.

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Category 3: Snow and all things magical

We've had some snow days lately, eh? Glorious. When I took these photos, we were on our way to Anton's where I received a plate of pasta that seriously was stretched over FIVE meals. That, my friends, is a lot of freaking carbs and butter to eat for that many meals in a row. Why hallooo little Herbert!

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Category 4: Ailments - Yeah, yeah, my own fault

OK, so this is my swollen toe. If you are thinking that it doesn't look very puffy or painful, then you are WRONG. My toe is much smaller than that on a regular basis. You may also notice that you can see my toe hairs. Gross? Naw. I refuse to shave my toe hairs. Seriously, I already have to shave, like, half of my body as it is. This (sideways) odd looking concoction is my brilliant version of icing my sprained joint capsule. For your future reference, if you're ever in a similar predicament, just grab a baggie, some ice, a sock, and a tea towel. The trick here is to elevate your foot and balance the ice on top, see. The tea towel helps hold the ice in place, plus adds a little je ne sais quoi.

All right, I think I'm gonna end this little photo tour. I mean, I could go on and on with more pictures, but I am going to save some for a rainy day. I already know that the formatting is going to cause me immeasurable grief, so I'd better get at 'er.