Photo-a-day: Week 25
I’m back in the office folks. Here’s a late edition of the weekly photo posts. Some are from the Middle East. Some aren’t. Also, someday I miiiight make a post of cool pictures from the Middle East… but probably not.
out of office
Photo-a-day: Week 24
and all the single women wept: 6th and 7th editions
[You know when you start something, and then your pride won't let you quit it, even if it's not good? That's what these posts have become.]
It’s been an entire three months since the last “single women weeping” post came around, and naturally that was plenty of time for two more Luther Boys to get engaged. Below are their names, photos, and… well that’s probably about it.
Logan Misegades and Abby Evans: Engaged. I’ve got several pictures of each of them separately that are far worse than these, but in the interest of maintaining our friendship, I’ve opted to stick with this one.
T-Bomb and Amanda Caltwedt: Engaged. This is the only photo I could find of them. I hate that it’s so cute. That’s really not the goal in these posts.
Congrats to the next round of engaged Luther Boys, and welcome ladies to the family. Too bad “Luther Girls” doesn’t have the same number of letters as “Luther Boys”…
Talltown Engagements
Sometime back in 2008, a guy named David moved to Texas from Colorado, and in a series of providential events ended up living in my house and getting the brilliant nickname, “Tall Roommate.”
A little while later, this Tall Roommate started dating a girl whose nickname (perhaps to no one but me) was Motown.
In 2009 the two got engaged, and the couple nickname, “Talltown” came to be.
Talltown, precious little kids that they are, asked me to do their engagement photos, and I obliged. Here’s a little preview.
Thanks Talltown for letting me hang out with y’all the other afternoon and take your photos. Blessings, friends.
really?? I mean… really?
Over my nearly three-years-with-an-eight-month-break in the retail industry, I’ve had my share of (insert any adjective here) interactions with customers. You could ask me on any given Sunday about an awkward customer from the past seven days and I’d probably be able to give you a more than adequate answer to your inquiry.
This week has been no exception. We’ve had some absolute characters come in to buy shoes this week. The following is just one story.
A six-foot-three man with long grey hair and a massive upper body walked up to the footwear department to find one employee (me) already helping two customers with boot fittings. Clearly unswayed by the unspoked American standard of “First Come, First Served” he approaches me and mumbles, “Do y’all have Keens?”
Aggravated, both by the absurdity of the question and his lack of tact in asking it, I looked at him, pointed, and said, “Yes. They’re over there.”
This move was sufficient enough on my part to buy me the time necessary to get my other customers to a point where they needed me less, that I might go back over to Big Guy and see how I could help him.
Less than four minutes after our first interaction, I moved towards Mighty Grey and asked what it was that I could help him with.
Pointing to the Keens on his feet, he slurred, “I got these here” (Further irritating me with his initial query) “and I’ve had ‘em a while, and now there’s something on this one that pokes me.”
He proceeds to take off this one and looks inside, finding the object that was poking him, and hands the nasty shoe to me for validation. Against my better judgment, I took the shoe, also looked inside, and also found the pokey culprit. Upon actually feeling the sharp object it was clear, without any remote shadow of uncertainty, that it was a nail.
A freakin’ nail.
I turned the shoe over and there embedded into the outsole of my large friend’s shoe was, shocker, the head of a nail.
I pointed to the nail, and with the least amount of sarcasm humanly possible for me at this point in my life, I asked the man, “… did you step on a nail?”
He paused, either because he was rightfully embarrassed that he hadn’t thought to look further into the situation prior to bringing it to the store, or because he was upset that his attempt to get a free replacement pair was foiled, and then he mumbled, “Do you have any pliers?”
Incredible.
Photo-a-day: Week 23
conundrum 2.0
Last time I blogged about a conundrum it dealt with which Chacos to get. This time it’s about something equally dear to my heart: the Internet.
As you may or may not have heard from a certain group-text that was sent out last Friday, I am now a resident of Dallas, proper. As you may or may not have read in a certain tweet sent out just a few mornings ago, the new apartment’s name is Sandia. And implicit in living in a new space is the lack of certain amenities “right out of the box”, namely Internet access.
It goes without saying that this is a hard thing for me to deal with.
So I opened my Moleskine and did the only thing I knew to do… made a pro’s and con’s list, which you can see here:
Not Having Internet Access at Sandia
Pros
- I go to bed on average an hour earlier
- Less time is wasted looking at generally worthless stuff
- Forced to be creative in how my new-found time is spent (reading, writing, being social)
- I’ll save about $45 a month
Cons
- I’ll be unable to reply to emails as promptly as I like
- Blogging becomes exponentially harder (both reading and writing)*
- No Google Maps access from home…
- I’ll spend about $45 a month on drinks at local coffee shops with free wifi
So that’s as far as I’ve gotten. One minute I’m fine with not having it, the next I think I may explode because of my inability to access gmail.
Thoughts?
*This may seem like a weak argument to some, but if I’m unable to blog, how are you going to spend your Monday mornings at work? What is Miss Shelton going to do instead of teaching her kids? The implications are pretty weighty, folks.
Photo-a-day: Week 22
Photo-a-day: Week 21
