Calibrate, Calibrate, Dance to the Music!

I took a Lightroom class last night - my first night of two.

I’m so excited.  I learned so much!

One thing, probably one of the most important - that your edited pictures you see on your screen may not be what your viewers see...so get a screen calibration kit.  Use it.

And be amazed.

That is the profound thought that is rocking my world today.

So be it.

ManCold…Little Tinkly Bell…Call 999

Oh, nooooo.

ThatManILove has a cold.

Yup.  I feel so sorry for him.  I went and got him soup tonight.  Then put an extra blanket on him.  Listened to how I made things worse because he joined a client and myself for lunch. Then took the blankie off because he was too hot.

Sounding familiar, ladies?  Yup.  He is a sick man, indeed.  Hang tight.  He's getting a chill. I have to put the blankie back on. 

Why?  Because, he has a: 

MANcold.

If any one of you even think of sending him a little tinkly bell, I will CUT you.

Meanwhile, entertain yourself I mean pray for him while you watch this video.

Game on, Manx. Game ON!

I had a bit of time prior to catching the plane in Tulsa yesterday.

And as I am wont to do when outside my little podunk town, I drove my little rental car to the closest Dillards.

A sweet one, it was.  Way bigger than the Dillard’s in our town.  Way more selection of cute clothes, guaranteed to turn ThatManILove’s eyes my way.  (You know, whenever he does get to come home. Yeah.  Mmmmmhmmmmm. )  And, who knew I would have just enough room left in my checked bag to pack 8 items of clothing and still be under the 50lb limit?  Yahoooo!

But, I digress.

I never know where to park when I go to a store that size, though.  And invariably, I end up parking in the housewares...or the suitcase section.  

Yesterday, though, I entered the Dillard's door, and voila!  There I was, in menswear.

And what did I happen to see, but Spanx.  In the menswear section.

Yup.

Spanx for Men.  AKA "Manx."

And I knew, with all my being, that indeed, God is a just, just God.  Because, you see, I myself have been laughed at, nay, ridiculed numerous times while getting into my Spanx.  Be it the tights, or the cami, or, God forbid, the slip, donning Spanx is always an accident waiting to happen.  Well, at my house, anyway, and with me at the controls.

I cannot wait until ThatManILove discovers Spanx for Men.

Who knows?  I may mail him a package anonymously.

He’ll just think it’s a t-shirt. Or underwear. (Yes, ladies and gents, they have both.  And they are beautiful, beautiful things, indeed.  Oh, yes, they are.)

Until that beautiful moment comes...you know, the one where he tries to put it on?  Then, my friends, a new ThatJanieGirl video will surreptitiously appear across the internet.

Bwahahahahahahahahhhhhhh!  Game on, indeed!

Snoozebucket

Another saga in the "It's Never Boring Around Here That Janie Girl Life"…


3:30 a.m. yesterday morning.


Renaissance Tulsa Hotel, Tulsa, OK.


"Ding. Ding."


"Good morning, Renaissance Hotel guests.  You are now clear to go back to your rooms.  We have discovered the reason for the fire alarm, and there is no danger to the guests.  Please return to your rooms and have a great night."


Ummmm…what alarm?


I'm supposed to be out of my room?


I never heard the first announcement.  I'm probably missing a Par-Tay out in the hallway.


Dannnnnnnng.

HELP! A Waffle Craving Has Been Flung Upon Me

So, what the heck?

It’s 1:47 a.m., and I’m awake.

To be honest, I suck at sleeping when ThatManILove is out of town.

I have to fly out of here in the morning.  And before I do that, I have to catch a chiropractor appointment, pack, run by the office to get some checks ready to deposit, and just generally get my proverbial poop together.

And...I’m awake.

Awake enough to write this plaintive cry of dismay.  (Otherwise known as the literary version of WHINE.)

Awake enough to consider going to get something to eat so I will sleep.  You know, like something that would inspire a carb coma or something?  (But scared I will miss my 5:30 a.m. alarm if I do so.  And also, pretty scared of my trainer, aka Cruella DeVille  V'Lesha.  I’ve heard about what happens when V'Lesha wears purple shoes.  SCARY, people. SCARY.)

It’s all Crystal's A Pistol’s fault.

She left a comment on my blog.  And I was awake, and responding to emails, and checked out her blog.

And her man, who obviously is not out of town, made her “The Daddy” of all waffles.  And to make matters worse, she posted pictures.

And the craving was, therefore, flung.  Upon me. For waffles.

And to top that baby off, I wanna know just how that woman, Crystal, can look like that and eat “The Daddy” of all waffles? She is gorgeous.

I clicked “follow”.  Because I’m gonna find out.  And the icing on the cake is that she’s really funny, too.

Meanwhile, back to the real issue at hand...does IHOP deliver?

Brooke and her 4H "Jamie's Coconut Cake"

My 10 year old friend Brooke simply amazes me.  We've been good friends since she was 1 1/2 years old.  She works alongside me as my photography assistant, and takes every picture I take on a scheduled shoot. She's won statewide awards in 4H with her photos.  Already.  I LOVE this kid.  And she's not (yet) too big to play in the mud.

This is the end of her first year to raise, work, and show lambs, and she is rockin' Texas.  She just won her 1st Junior Showmanship Buckle in the Texas Best Sheep Show Series.  And now,  we are currently in the middle of our Midland County Livestock Show, and she won some major awards yesterday. (See video!)


While attending school, AND getting her animals ready for the show, 3 days ago, Brooke began the process of baking her cake for her Culinary Arts 4H submission. (During this time, her mom had to go to San Antonio to be with Brooke's grandfather for his surgery.) And at 10 p.m. last night, I arrived with the cake board and doily and watched as Brooke put together the icing ingredients for her cake entry.  Everything had to be made from scratch.  And people, that was some GOOD icing.


Did I tell you that this child has compiled a cookbook that is currently in it's fourth printing?  Read about it here.


She's 10, people.  Ten.  1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10.


Meet my friend Brooke.  She's funny, smart, and has a heart of gold.  I love this child.  Oh, wait.  I said that already.

I'm Alive!

It's been over a month since I've last posted?


How time flies when you're having fun!


Quick update - had meniscus repair on my left knee.  My days have been consumed by (1) physical therapy and (2) working out trying to get back in shape and (3) working in the oil patch!


Christmas and New Year's passed by in a flash, as ThatManILove was out in the field most of that time.


I'm improving, every day.  Hope y'all are all well!  


Here's this morning's funny, from me, to my nemesis trainer, Cruella DeVille V'lesha.

Now, give me a mere half hour or so minute as I creep out to the car to start yet another day!