I LOVE taking pictures. I really do.
I take my camera everwhere. And it's heavy too.
But I'm not so great at taking pictures of people. (Wah wah.)
In fact, I don't do it very often. At all. It's kind of sad really. And strange.
Pictures of my shoes? Yes; I've got plenty.
But pictures of people I love? Precious few.
Moving subjects are just so difficult to capture.
And truth be told I love the subtleties of photographing a great many little details.
Looking back over this weekend though, I realize how much I need to get over this strange aversion to photographing people. 'Cause what's a weekend - much less a life - without great company to share it with?
Note to Self: Photograph More People!
That little diary entry aside, guess what? It was another great, busy weekend, one filled with people (who are mostly not pictured).
Friday Mikael and I had a super early dinner date (like, before 5) before he headed off to band practice.
The sandwiches were good, but the cookies... WOWZA.
Adorable and incredibly delicious. I'll definitely go back for those.
While Mikael and the boys (the band) worked really hard to gear up for their next few shows, my night was spent watching Cold Case reruns with my mom and sister. (My mom is eerily good at making that opening noise by the way, the screechy shrieky scream. You know the one!)
While I've already shown you plenty of pictures of my adorable puppy nephew, there are relatively few appearances of his sister, the cat.
I'm just NOT a cat person (or a people person apparently).
But this one, Ellie, is pretty tolerable as far as cats go. Especially when she's sleeping.
Pretty much anything napping is cute. Am I right?
I also didn't photograph myself stealing the electric guitarists' leftover chicken nuggets. (But then again, that's a picture I can live without.)
And even though I embarrassed myself horribly at the basketball game, (i.e. I didn't make a single shot, sorry Dad; you taught me better than that!) I was still glad we got to celebrate a special girl's sweet sixteen.
Did I mention she loves zebra? Zebra nails. Zebra belt. Zebra cake.
Her coordination was very impressive (as is the fact I finally got a picture of human faces).
That night we had a legitimate date (meaning not an earlybird dinner at a sandwich shop).
We sprang for steak and then went to see the new Oz.
The storyline was great, and the effects superb. But my favorite part (being the nerd I am) was the opening credits.
It was incredibly artistic and well done, like handcut figurines dancing in a carnival scene. It's hard to explain, but was very inspiring. (Now if only I'd put all that great inspiration to good use.)
But it was also about hanging out with family and new friends, including the peeps from church (who I'm still too embarrassed to take pictures of my food around).
After dinner they invited us out to karaoke too, and that made for a very fun (entertaining) evening.
I resisted the urge to do The Replacements' dance when one of the guys sang "I Will Survive," but only barely.
And I guess that means I stopped being a card-carrying Baptist just in the nick of time. (I kid. I kid.)
To sum the weekend up, we missed SNL (something everyone was talking about Sunday) but it was with good reason.
Life is full. And moving fast. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
I do hope to share more people pictures with you in the future.
In the meantime, though, thanks again for sticking through these Weight Watchers-like entries of what I ate over the weekend.
You're good pals, especially those of you who've been eating with us.
It's really great having such good company to gather with.