With photographers like Cheryl and Malisa in this challenge – I wouldn’t even attempt taking a picture of an actual bird.
Luckily, we have some interesting things around my house and I was able to use those objects quite literally.
#TEAMLAME
*Please take a look at other contestants participating by clicking here!
I don’t know about any of you, but for some reason, the prompts for this particular challenge seem to be much more difficult than the previous challenges. Yes?
However, for me, this challenge is really more about getting back into a blogging routine and having a reason to get out of bed in the morning. So I am not going to beat myself up or stress too much about my ideas for the prompts and/or my pictures sucking. Besides, a lot of other people participating in this challenge are totally super talented and who can compete with that anyway? I’m just doing this for the fun of it.
Also, John, Paula and I have already joined forces and we will be representing #TEAMLAME
*Please take a look at other contestants participating by clicking here!
PS: Please be forewarned that I’m probably going to break a shit load of rules. M’kay?
Have you ever been totally-super-psyched because your brother’s getting married again, but you’re even more excited this time because you seriously love his bride and you’re thrilled she’s going to be the sister you’ve always wanted. And then you have the time of your life at your brother’s wedding, because it was the best wedding ever, and you couldn’t be happier.
But then, just 24 hours later, you receive a phone call, only to find out your ex-boyfriend, a man you loved very deeply, lost his battle with addiction and depression, and took his own life, leaving you utterly devastated and overwhelmed with anger and sadness, and you can’t even talk about it because it hurts too much.
And then, just 24 hours after that, you come down with the worst sickness of all time – second only to having pneumonia. And you just can’t deal with anything else or anyone else, so you close your blog, log out of Facebook, ignore emails and text messages, and stay in bed bed for an entire week, watching Six Feet Under, because you’re too sore from dancing at the wedding, and too sad from burying your lover, and too tired from the sickness.
No?
Well – I do.
And it was awful.
But now it’s time to pick myself up, dust myself off, and attempt to rejoin society.
And there’s no better way to get back into the blogging zone other than a 30 Day Photo Challenge. Come September 1st be prepared to see daily posts from me based on the prompts provided by the hosts and two of my favorite people: Mike WJ and Ziva.
I hope YOU will consider joining us too?
Lastly, I’d like to share this incredible video with you.
It’s beautiful, poignant, and absolutely inspiring.
Here’s to second chances.
For the past seven years – I’ve entertained you with stories about my father. Mostly because he’s hilarious.
He’s an evil genius executing the greatest revenge after being ripped off at a gas station. He’s been confused as Tony Bennett. And he’s been woken up in the middle of the night to kill a spider.
He’s repaired a broken garbage disposal, a desk drawer, and all of my flat tires. He’s moved an enormous amount of property. And once he sawed a sofa in half. He’s installed a chandelier, a waterfall, and he puts out dangerous grill fires.
* Also, he’s been known to dance while he cleans.
My father is famous for channeling his “Inner Larry David” when arguing with bank tellers, people in line at the grocery store, and by leaving notes on car windshields that belong to rude pig parkers.
* And in some circles, he’s been dubbed the King of Confrontation.
He’s responsible for scaring the crap out of people in the luggage department and for driving me insane after hiding a very noisy clock inside my bedroom closet. He’s photo bombed most of my pictures. He’s said some of the funniest things I’ve ever heard. And he’s pretended to be a 90-year-old man while trying to score a free bagel.
* Oh, yeah. And he really loves Hanukkah.
But here’s what you don’t know about my father.
After working for 30 years in the Commercial Insurance Industry, he is branching out from sales and focusing more on consulting. My mother and I worked really hard developing his Commercial Insurance Website along with creating his Facebook and Twitter fan pages. And we’re thrilled to announce everything is finally up and running.
However, there is one small glitch.
Because his Facebook and Twitter pages are brandy new – he doesn’t have many ‘followers’ or ‘likes’ – which makes them look very sad. And I need his pages look successful for any new potential clients.
Since you guys have been so supportive over these years, I thought maybe you’d like to help my daddy out too? Ya know, in light of it being Father’s Day and all.
It would really mean a lot – if you could:
1. Follow him on Twitter
2. Like him on Facebook
[Afterwards please feel free to ‘hide’ him from your NewsFeed so you’re not inundated with boring insurance content.]
And there will a prize for the 100th like and/or follower or both!
Maybe even a personalized funny video from my father himself.
So how about it guys?
Lets make my dads Father’s Day a little extra special this year!
Happy Father’s Day to ALL of the wonderful Daddy’s out there!
When I first heard about you I thought you were going to be a glorified version of my favorite game Bejeweled Blitz. After receiving multiple invites – against my better judgment – I went ahead and signed up.
From the very beginning you sucked me into the Candy Crush vortex where time ceases to exist.
And then you held me tightly in your grip.
Honestly, I didn’t know the true meaning of addiction until you entered my life.
I played your game from morning until midnight – ignoring all of my other responsibilities.
The laundry piled up to the ceiling. Trash cans overflowed. Dirty dishes were left in the sink. And my house quickly became the newest filming site for an episode of Hoarders.
But that didn’t stop me.
Oh, no.
With each new level, I became more and more obsessed.
Your musical theme song hypnotized me into harassing my friends on Facebook – begging them for extra lives, tickets, or help to unlock next chapter. And you plagued my life with ticking bombs, regenerating chocolate squares, striped candies, along with that darn rainbow sprinkled doughnut.
Even when I wasn’t playing?
I dreamed about clearing all the jelly, or bringing down the ingredients, one power-ball maneuver at a time.
Alas, there is nothing sweet, or tasty, when you tell me there are no more possibilities.
Especially when I thought I was only one move away from finishing the next god-forsaken level!
Sadly, I can’t play with you anymore.
I have lost countless hours, days, and possibly even weeks of my precious time. If I continue living this way, I fear the men in white coats will soon take me away. And I don’t want to end up sucking my thumb, in the fetal position, while locked inside the corner of a mental institute.
Goodbye, Candy Crush.
It was fun while it lasted!
Dear Justin,
Holy shit – I can’t believe you’re seventeen years old!
Where did all of the time go?
It seems just like yesterday when you had your first glass of orange juice and asked, “Who put feathers inside my cup?”
It seems just like yesterday when you almost drowned in quicksand.
It seems just like yesterday when you had an evil imaginary friend named Jackrafire.
It seems just like yesterday when I made this silly movie for you.
It seems just like yesterday when you started high school.
It seems just like yesterday when you cut off all your hair and pierced your ears.
It seems just like yesterday when you dressed up as a woman for school.
But it also feels like a really long time ago.
I am more proud of you than I’ve ever been.
I am more impressed with you than I’ve ever been.
And yet, I am more nervous about letting you go than I’ve ever been.
As I hand you the keys to the car, and surrender you to the universe, please remember these Top Ten Things while driving.
And lastly, but most importantly, always remember how much I love you.
Happy 17th Birthday, Justin!
