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A few minor updates to the blog

Look at me!  I did a few {painfully simple} updates to the blog and didn’t have to pay anyone to do it!

I added a google search function to the blog.  This should help those looking for a particular post or two.  I had no idea there wasn’t a search function on the blog, so thank you to the readers who emailed me with that suggestion.  I then figured I might as well put up direct links to a few of the most requested posts.  (They are near the top, right under the email subscription box.)  I put up the ones I think people search for the most–if there is one that I missed, let me know.

I have my twitter updates down near the bottom, which should be good for those interested in the status of my mental health or diet, which are inextricably tied, it seems.  I updated my mini bio slightly, but it occurred to me while writing it that maybe most of you don’t know I am obsessed with elephants?  Don’t worry, I’ll fix that shortly.  I guarantee your life will never again be the same.

Not really.

Dry Off Soft

This commercial from the early 80s is the reason I have used Johnson and Johnson’s Baby Oil after my showers for the last twenty five years.  And, still, twenties years later my eyes goe immediately to the rogue drop of water shooting off her shoulder.

For summer, I like to use my Johnson’s baby oil and then roll on some of Tristan’s Coquette. The combination is very tropical on me, and reminds me of summers by the pool with nothing more than an icy diet coke and a good book.

Tongue in Cheek: How to Hide Your Double Chin

Some people long for wealth.  Or fame.  Or true, everlasting love.  I just want to face a camera head on without fear of double chins.  Granted, even thin people have double chins.  My best friend was once married to a man with a chin so weak that no amount of diet or exercise could chisel that jaw line into anything more defined than a turkey wattle.  It turns out his weak chin reflected an even weaker character, so the fact his face resembles a plate of flan pleases me to no end.

I, on the other hand, have no desire to look like custard.  So after years of study, I have perfected the art of hiding my double chin.  A talent many of you have witnessed first hand.  The techniques are simple, but work best when you are either taking the picture or comfortable enough to tell the person taking the picture what to do.

Technique #1: Lose weight.  This technique sucks, is rarely any fun, and is impossibly  hard.  But, it’s also the most effective.  Le sigh.

Technique #2: Hide it.  This is where you hide your double chin behind any number of props, including, but not limited to, hands, cameras, turtlenecks, small children, and your husband’s shoulder.

This is my face

40 Pounds, Gone

Technique #3: Crop it. Seriously, pull the camera in tight. Conversely, take a regular picture and then crop it with photo-editing software. Either way, get in real close and get rid of that wiggly beast.

This is my profile

These are my glasses

Technique #4: Lift it. Stand next to tall people. Lift your chin up just so, as if you are trying to help out the composition of the picture by positioning yourself more in line with the rest of the subjects in the photograph. You’re not, of course. The only composition you care about is the adipose tissue dangling from your jaw.

Me & My Hot Husband
{Me and The Mister, at my brother’s wedding, before I lost 40 pounds.}

Technique #5: Position it. This is a hard one, but one that when done well, can fool a lot of people. If you do it often enough, you can even fool yourself, a disappointing truth that becomes apparent when you see candid pictures of yourself at a baseball game and all you can think is, really? Damn.

So. If you are taking the picture of yourself, with or without a tripod, position the camera at slightly above eye level. Forehead level is best. Then, every so slightly point the camera down so that the aperture of the lens is pointing at the spot right between your eyebrows. It will be a subtle shift, but necessary if you want your entire face in the shot. Next, more positioning. Drop your chin slightly, push your shoulders back just a touch, and elongate your neck as best you can without looking like an invitation to vampire. All of this is easier to do from the side, by the way.

40 Pounds, Gone

These techniques are guaranteed to swipe ten pounds off your face. When you consider the camera also adds ten pounds, it’s a bit of a wash, but let’s not think about that. Occasionally, the techniques don’t work, or aren’t enough to combat your natural tendency to look ridiculous. Case in point:

Us

Problems: Hair is wonky. Shoulders scrunched from trying to contain wild dingos. Chin tucked very, very low in an effort to position face closer to said dingos. Smile is plastered on, and looks every so slightly defeated. Camera is positioned dead center, aimed at nose.

Solutions: Edit the crap out of it on Picnik. Increase the exposure. Take down the highlights. Add a 1960s effect to the image. Try taking picture again.

Quakes Game

Problems: Hair. Still wonky. Teeth appear bucked thanks to talking through smile at person holding the camera. Camera still pointed at nose, which is looking downright bulbous thanks to your habit of scrunching it up when you smile like a bunny sniffing the wind for predators.  Still wrangling dingos. Grip on dingos too tight, pushing up hovercraft boobs high enough to create two additional chins.

Solution: Edit, edit, edit. And laugh. And realize with trepidation that you will one day look at this picture and think you look young, and that in the end a little double chin isn’t that big a deal.

Also on the list: relaxation

Grocery List

Soon. Very, very soon. After my sister in law’s baby shower on Saturday (which I am co-hosting) the long three months of weekend social commitments will come to an end.

No more birthdays, holidays, showers, graduations, or social engagements we can not turn down. From here on out we are going to have dinner with friends and family, visit parks, zoos, and baseball games, and enjoy the quiet weekends.

I might even know what I am going to make for dinner before 5:00 pm, but I’m not promising anything.

High School

Something occurred to me after I watched that Joan Jett video for the 37th time. My 20th high school reunion is next year, and I, along with one of my best friends from high school, am in charge of putting it together.

So for the last week I have been trolling facebook like a recently separated guy on Match.com. I can’t find my yearbook, so I’ve been searching the dark recesses of my mind trying to remember my graduating class. When I hit upon a name, off to facebook, classmates.com, or google I go. One part stalker and two parts loser, I send unsolicited emails hoping beyond hope this is the same Chris W. I sat behind in Trigonometry, the same Karen who’s red hair I always admired, and the same Potter who was always very nice but I rudely ignored. {Sorry about that, by the way, Potter.}

So the topic today is high school reunions. Who has attended them? What did you do? Any tips for yours truly to make this reunion fantastic? I heard many classes have reunion weekends. Was that the case for you?

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I found that one guy from World History on Twitter and I need to scare the crap out of him with a random direct message from the past.

The Busy Season

Me + Mikey

I’m so tired I am stupid enough to post a horrible picture of me.  Mikey and I are both exhausted in this picture.  We both have dark circles and puffy eyes.  Not long after this picture he burst into tears, but not before thoroughly enjoying his birthday party on Sunday.

There is a season in my life that starts every year in the Spring.  After Easter, I truly begin to sweat and tremble at what lies before me.

It begins with Mother’s Day.

Approximately 5 days after that is my sister in law’s birthday.

Five days after that is my dad’s birthday.

Five days after that is Mikey’s birthday.

Five days after that is my brother’s birthday.

Five, sometimes 10, days after that is Father’s Day.

Five, sometimes 10, days after that is July 4th.

Three days after that is my niece’s birthday.

Eleven days after that is my mom’s birthday.

In between all that are graduations, end of school year parties, and more birthdays outside the immediate family.

We are half way through the insanity, thank goodness.  At least the 5 day celebrations are almost drawing to a close, which helps.

So, humor me.  What is your busy season?

5th Birthday

Saturday on a Long Weekend

The Mister and Mikey went camping in the backyard, and I finally organized the shelves in the toy room. Curiously, they are still stuffed with toys.

Camping

Toy Room

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