I've managed to accomplish something every day this weekend, which is very nice, but it has all been outside stuff. Except for putting some mango-yellow paint (free!) on the laundry room walls and judging it "pretty cheery". Now I am wiped out and all whiny at the thought of going back to work tomorrow. I don't deal well with heat/humidity. I asked my sister, was it this bad when we were kids? We grew up in an un-air-conditioned house, and while I remember it being hot, I don't remember it being this utterly, unendurably miserable. I could go outside and play in the summertime without dying.
It's 86degF and 60% humidity, no breeze to speak of, at 8:20pm. In May. I want to move to Canada.
I scanned almost 400 pictures on Sat. and Sun. and am now uploading them to Flickr.
Here's a question: On some of the photos I have identified my mom's parents as "Grampa and Grandma xxxx" (with real last name, obviously).
Now I'm thinking I shouldn't, as anyone seeing that will know my mom's maiden name.
Thoughts?
Do you mean for bank-security type reasons? I don't really see it as a big deal. I mean, if my mother's maiden name weren't my middle name (which it is) I'm facebook friends with a bunch of people from that side of the family, etc -- it just seems like not actually a secret any more.
I also have a question! (Probably not for tommyrot...) I was going through my closet and pulled out several dresses to take to Goodwill, but I have an unworn J. Peterman dress that I'm wondering if it's worth trying to sell. It's this one: [link]
It looks stupid on me. I wish I had just sent it back when I got it!
My mother uses her maiden name as her last name, and so do I. I think bank security has gone a little more secure than that at this point.
Do you mean for bank-security type reasons? I don't really see it as a big deal. I mean, if my mother's maiden name weren't my middle name (which it is) I'm facebook friends with a bunch of people from that side of the family, etc -- it just seems like not actually a secret any more.
Makes sense.
I was just feeling paranoid as I'm using the social features of flickr and having flickr import my facebook friends. I'm losing my anonymity, if that makes sense.
Also, check out baby me, if you haven't seen it already on Facebook.
eta: Fixed typo.
That sucks, Jesse. It's really pretty.
I hate hangovers. Someone remind me when I drink the next time?
Aw, baby! I'm pretty sure my grandparents had that chair, too.
I loved that chair. When I was two and three, I used to sit in it and rock myself for hours.
