A photo to be proud of…

A photo to be proud of...

but I wasn’t the one who took it. I’m a strictly point-and-click kind of girl. But I guess I can claim half-credit since I gave birth to the person who took this shot ๐Ÿ˜† .

Yup, my son was snapping away with his kick*ss camera (that’s why he’s the pro) while we were enjoying the show. This photo is unedited and it’s one of my favorite photos of all time.

Killer whales are so amazingly beautiful and graceful, aren’t they, with skin like dye leather and that smooth, flawless complexion? ๐Ÿ˜‰

Going Green with the Grizls

Favorite guilty pleasure

Favorite guilty pleasure
Going Green with the Grizls

As I was sitting down to write this post, I was exclaiming out loud, “Hmm, let me see, what’s my guilty pleasure?” From the bathroom comes Hip2bDaughter2’s (my 16 year old) voice, “Why do you have to be guilty about something you take pleasure in?” Hmm, good point. I hadn’t really thought about that.

My guilty pleasure would be that I love to shop and Hip2bDaughter2’s right. For the most part, I’m enjoying myself too much to be feeling much guilt. I think I have what they call shoppingitis. But don’t worry, it’s not infectious. Not unless you’re traveling with me.

Once on vacation in Bali (an island in Indonesia), my girl friend and I shopped till we almost missed the bus that was going to take us to the airport for our flight home. I was pregnant then but that didn’t stop me from cramming 4 bags to the brim with my shopping finds. That’s 3 bags more than I arrived with.

I would fly 8,000 miles to shop but I wouldn’t drive 8 miles to eat. If I had a fulltime job now, it’d probably be shopping forย cloud backup solutions. Believe me, if I could live at Costco, I would.

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