March 7, 2011 No taste, It's True!

For those of you who have said over the years that the only taste I have is in my mouth, I say to you "Bah! Not true!"

I don't seem to have taste even in my mouth anymore!

I've got the crud again (damn. it.) and am taking a wonderful mix of drugs for cough, for infection, for inflammation, for that hangie down thing in the back of my throat (what a nice shot of that, by the way), for my distemper, for my split ends.

Anyway, some combination of said chemicals has robbed my sense of taste. Or perhaps it's the fact that I can't smell anything. I don't know.

But, eating is no longer an adventure for my taste buds.

If you are mesmerized by the photo and really, who wouldn't be, and you happen to spot a taste bud in there somewhere, please do your best to coax it back into service.

To hell with the taste buds. I'm trying my best to peel my eyes from the double chin. Good god.

March 6, 2011 Mom's Day Out

Luke and I met Ryan at Red Lobster on Sunday for lunch. Ryan had much to tell us about life at KU. He's especially excited to be a summer new student orientation leader. He'll be a great one, that's for sure.

However, I think Ryan had a bit of a disconnect at lunch....he was shocked and surprised (and a bit nauseated) to learn that the lobster rolls he had just eaten had previously been darling lobsters in this tank.

I believe his exact word was "Seriously?"

March 5, 2011 My Momma Rocks!

The benefit of your mom being a retired florist and all around creative genius? A rose bowl when you're feeling a bit under the weather!

I'm suffering from my second bout of infections: sinus and upper respiratory (SHIT!) and spent the day in bed. Mom called and said that she was bringing a "little something" over for me. Luke met her at the door and this was the surprise:


Isn't it beautiful? Mom bought the rose at the local flower shop and then did her magic.
I know when my sense of smell comes back, it will smell as heavenly as it looks.
Perhaps I should hire her out to do weddings and funerals?

March 4, 2011 Heaven, I'm in Heaven!

OH. MY. GOD. This much popcorn in one place can only mean one thing: the car with the melted butter can't be far away!

All day, I thought about my flannel pjs, my Kindle, a case of Diet Pepsi, and curling up in the backseat of this car (but not in a "YIKES! These seats are cold on my butt" kind of way") and eating my way to Monday morning.

I took down the license plate number so just in case I ever do find the car with the barrel of melted butter, I can get the two together.

Now that would be a picture of the day, for sure!

March 3, 2011 One More Reason to Hate George Bush

Any guesses what I paid for gas this morning? If you said $3.29, you'd be wrong. So wrong. Why should I pay $3.29 in Manhattan when I can pay so much more in my own little town?

It's true, I blame this on Dubya Bush. What a piece of shit president he was and his presidency is the gift that keeps on giving.

I had a guy tell me that the reason we had, HAD to be at war in Iraq was to prevent me, specifically ME, from paying $1.50 for gas. It worked! I haven't paid a buck fifty for gas since!

March 2, 2011 I Wish I Could Paint!

Every night when I drive home from work, I see this hill at the intersection of Highway 99 and Zeandale Road. I love it.

Tonight there was no one behind me and no one on Highway 99, so I got my car in just the right position and took a picture.

I know it doesn't look like much here or in any picture for that matter. But in real life, it is beautiful. Especially in the evening light.

If I could paint, even a little bit, I think I'd camp out at the intersection and paint away. All I paint is walls - and even then not very well, so I'll be satisfied with this photo.

And seeing it in real life every, single evening.

March 1, 2011 Something New!

What's new around "Say Cheese"? I am going to try to title each day in addition to putting the date. Let's see how that goes, shall we?

Now for today's picture. I was at an intersection in downtown Manhattan today and saw this marquee at the Wareham Opera House. As you may or may not know, Kansas State has a bit of a basketball team. Last night KSU played University of Texas, also known as UT. Not TU. Never TU.

Someone should have told the person doing the marquee. It's the same letters, buddy, you just got them in the wrong frickin' order.


I wondered for a moment if K State had played Tabor University, or Temple, or Tulsa, or Towson or Tauro. Never would it have occurred to me to think of Texas. UT. University of Texas. That's what it has always been. Never TU. WTF?

Part 2 of the marquee story. I pulled in to angle park in front of the opera house to jump out to take 2 pictures - about 10 seconds. I was half in a handicapped spot and half in a yellow zone. As I was taking the pictures, a car full of old people pulled into the handicapped spot. They were so close to my car that there is no way the driver could have opened his door if he wanted to. Fortunately, I was leaving so he could get out. I'm sure he was cussing me and wondering why some fat woman with a camera needed to park like a crazy, blind person in a handicapped spot.

At least it gave them something to talk about until bedtime.