random Sunday-ness
Jul. 30th, 2006 03:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saffronhareMaybe that could be Sunday randomness? I don't know. Eh, whatever. (shrug)
My folks sent some of photos from their trip with Princess B¨oredome back in June. By "some," I mean "eleventy gajillion, but somehow still not all of them." There are several pictures which are sort of traditional in my family :
~ The shot of my mother's thumb, not quite obscuring the Venus deMilo.
~ Vaguely framed shots of landmarks, but from so far away that half the photo is taken up by other people, taking vaguely framed shots of the same landmark except slightly closer than our own photographer.
~ The blurry photo of PB's finger, entitled: somewhere in Europe, on the Autobahn, in the car. She tells me she "just wanted to see how it turned out."
~ A very distinguished moment, captured on film, in which she sat in the Bishop's Chair at Notre Dame.
~ A very sweet picture, taken by my mother just for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
agrnmn, of a very nifty recycling station (location unknown).
~ A picture of Rowan posing at the same fountain my brother and I had to pose at in Rotenburg about 24 years ago. Facial expressions remarkably similar.
~ Finally, there's a particularly entertaining series of photos, all showing PB eating something. Spagetti and meatballs at Georges V in Paris. A sandwich bigger than her head in Bernkastel. A salad and crepes at the Twillereis (also in Paris), and food I cannot name (with fries on the side) at a place called the Hippopotamus. There is a photo of her decimating some schnitzel (perhaps in Minnheim?), one of her sitting at a picnic table in the Marienplatz in Munich (drinking Snapple, apparently disgusted with the smell of beer), one of her eating ice cream at the base of "a very large erector set in Paris." Finally, there's a picture in which I'm certain she's half-blitzed outside the winery in Minnheim. In the background is a sign: "Fr¨ohliche Menchen und guter Wein sollten immer beisammen sein.
Finally, I was snoozing pretty soundly asagrnmn got the family together for ritual and potluck today. (Note: I will be snoozing again Any Minute Now.) They made chicken fingers. At one point, when he came into the bedroom to get something, I asked if there was anything he'd like me to try getting done while they were gone if I happened to be out of bed. He said something to the effect of there being a bit of clean-up to do in the kitchen. Sure, I say, and roll over. A little while ago, I wandered into the kitchen. The stove looks to be Tits Up. Dood. A little clean-up? I don't think I've ever seen the innards of my stove before. Can't wait to hear the story...I just know it's gonna be a good one. Dishes are done and counters are clean, anyway. (grin)
Oh. And a squirrel visited our water fountain. I was amazed to realize that I could tell it was female. Thank the heavens it wasn't male. Okay, back to bed now.
ETA: Awake, awake, awake. Not energetic, but feeling lots better. I swear, I could eat my body weight in Doritos this very moment. (goes hunting for spare change)
My folks sent some of photos from their trip with Princess B¨oredome back in June. By "some," I mean "eleventy gajillion, but somehow still not all of them." There are several pictures which are sort of traditional in my family :
~ The shot of my mother's thumb, not quite obscuring the Venus deMilo.
~ Vaguely framed shots of landmarks, but from so far away that half the photo is taken up by other people, taking vaguely framed shots of the same landmark except slightly closer than our own photographer.
~ The blurry photo of PB's finger, entitled: somewhere in Europe, on the Autobahn, in the car. She tells me she "just wanted to see how it turned out."
~ A very distinguished moment, captured on film, in which she sat in the Bishop's Chair at Notre Dame.
~ A very sweet picture, taken by my mother just for
agrnmn, of a very nifty recycling station (location unknown).~ A picture of Rowan posing at the same fountain my brother and I had to pose at in Rotenburg about 24 years ago. Facial expressions remarkably similar.
~ Finally, there's a particularly entertaining series of photos, all showing PB eating something. Spagetti and meatballs at Georges V in Paris. A sandwich bigger than her head in Bernkastel. A salad and crepes at the Twillereis (also in Paris), and food I cannot name (with fries on the side) at a place called the Hippopotamus. There is a photo of her decimating some schnitzel (perhaps in Minnheim?), one of her sitting at a picnic table in the Marienplatz in Munich (drinking Snapple, apparently disgusted with the smell of beer), one of her eating ice cream at the base of "a very large erector set in Paris." Finally, there's a picture in which I'm certain she's half-blitzed outside the winery in Minnheim. In the background is a sign: "Fr¨ohliche Menchen und guter Wein sollten immer beisammen sein.
Finally, I was snoozing pretty soundly as
agrnmn got the family together for ritual and potluck today. (Note: I will be snoozing again Any Minute Now.) They made chicken fingers. At one point, when he came into the bedroom to get something, I asked if there was anything he'd like me to try getting done while they were gone if I happened to be out of bed. He said something to the effect of there being a bit of clean-up to do in the kitchen. Sure, I say, and roll over. A little while ago, I wandered into the kitchen. The stove looks to be Tits Up. Dood. A little clean-up? I don't think I've ever seen the innards of my stove before. Can't wait to hear the story...I just know it's gonna be a good one. Dishes are done and counters are clean, anyway. (grin)Oh. And a squirrel visited our water fountain. I was amazed to realize that I could tell it was female. Thank the heavens it wasn't male. Okay, back to bed now.
ETA: Awake, awake, awake. Not energetic, but feeling lots better. I swear, I could eat my body weight in Doritos this very moment. (goes hunting for spare change)
