A few nights ago I was talking with a friend of ours here in town about his potato container. He and his wife followed this tutorial back in the spring and are waiting anxiously to see the results of their months of work.
As our conversation was wrapping up I said, “Hey, be sure to get some good pictures when you dump out your container!”
He nodded politely and said something like, “Mmhhhmmm. That’s a good idea.” (But he had a look on his face which told me that he had no idea why I would suggest such a thing.)
And then I realized: Laura! Only certain bloggers take pictures of every cotton pickin’ thing they do. Most people do not feel the need to take a picture of their potato container experience. Or of the food they buy on sale. Or of the dirty laundry on their bathroom floor.
I offered my friend a way out by saying, “Oh yeah…never mind. You have to remember that I’m a blogger and this is the way I think. I’ll take a picture of MINE when I dump out MY potato container. YOU just get your potatoes and go make yourself some dinner.”
Like I said in this post…only a blogger takes a picture of newspaper stuffed into stinky shoes.
To prove my point, here are a few picture examples:
I took this picture one night when Matt pointed out that our boys had arranged some lovely “reading material” on the back of the commode. I’m wondering…how many of you have a picture in your computer picture file named “toilet.jpg”?
Or how about this with a picture of what looks like a mother (that would be me) cutting off her son’s ear. It’s just that maybe someday I’ll blog about how to give a boy a haircut. I have a whole file of these kind of pics, oh yes I do.
Here we have a creation our oldest came up with one day while snapping green beans. I happen to think it takes a lot of talent for a child to spell his name with long green vegetables and I wanted to remember the moment forever.
Ah yes the classic black banana picture. Hey, I had some really deep insights to talk about and needed a picture to illustrate.
Check it out. The whey has separated from the curd.
A funnel, a balloon and some lentils. A memory to last a lifetime.
Fuzzy balls with googly eyes. I think I got these centered very well in this picture. I’m not bragging or anything, but I must say it takes talent to take such an amazing shot. I mean, no matter where you are, it’s like the eyes are looking right at you. Okay, not really. But I made you go back and look again, huh?
Don’t even ask me how this shot made it’s way into my picture file.
I did not take this picture. I do believe it’s time to delete it. Yes?
This is what happens when you let your son pretend that your fifty pound wheat bag is a pinata. Note to self (and to whomever it may concern): When a wheat bag is hit with the blunt end of a light saber…it spews forth a steady stream of wheat. All over the kitchen floor.
Well, that was fun. And completely pointless.
Oh but you just wait. Not only am I planning to take pictures of my “dumping out the potato container” experience…I may even video tape it.
As I complete my crazy picture file tour I have just one last thought: I sure hope I take as many pictures of my children as I do of my casseroles.
