A whole lot of Nettness

It was quite late, but I have been behind in posting my event photography, so I was looking at some of the shots I had done at Greg’s grandmother’s birthday, like the one above and the Mushroom, ricotta & olives… & the Cheese twists in order to get them the heck uploaded.

Drunk on lack of sleep I’m sure, I blurted out “Wow man, I AM good at taking photos of food.” Reference? Greg’s father had been complimenting me on my food photography when he went through my flicker account back around Christmas. I’d said thankyou and was a bit self depreciating as I always think I can do much MUCH better.

Greg replied, “You should be a food photographer” to which I kind of dismissively responded, “LOL, that’d be nice.” He stopped me, turned my head and said “No. I am serious. You SHOULD be a food photographer.”

I know that he’s my partner, and he’s biased, and Chas is my partner’s DAD so surely he’s also a little biased, but wow. I have to say? All kinds of flattered. ^_^;;

Against her better judgement, Jenji linked me this piece of golden gold. SHINING GOLD, GOLD OF THE LAND OF COMMUNISM AND PANDAS!

(Honestly I had a mental blank about whether or not China was the land of shining sun or if that was Japan. So I asked Greg what China was the land of and THAT’S what he came up with. Oh. And bamboo. GREAT EXPORTS YOU GOT THERE, CHINA!)

But honestly the REAL gold is in the comments:

This TOTALLY inspires me, for my birthday this year, to have a marathon of this documentary series: AS A DRINKING GAME. Every time they say the word China you drink. Its ~educational~!

Oh, and CHINA!

AAAHAHAHAAAA!! Jenji found the next ad in the “MAN THAT YOUR MAN COULD SMELL LIKE!” series, and messaged me DESPERATELY, in a tone that was DESPERATE that I needed to have seen it already.

AND SHE WAS CORREEEEEEEECT ARMAGAAAAAAAAAAAD..!

Did you know that he’s riding that horse backwards?

Well, did you?!

Lisa Mitchell, Coin Laundry. Sweet, lilting, beautiful, captivating… And that’s just the music video. xD

*will be having her most recent album on constant repeat for quite some time…*

♥

I’ve left this blog and quite a few others dormant this last month or so, since my health has taken a rather swift nose dive and real life is a merciless slave driver as I’m sure EVERYONE knows.

But. A few hours ago, a resplendent Bec flew into our room all aglow and announced that, after wanting to watch it since she’d first heard about it, she’d just finished watching Julie & Julia that she thought it was LOVELY, that I’d especially enjoy ‘Julia’s’ … Well its hard to replicate on the page, let’s just go with her exuberant sound… ;) And if Greg didn’t mind did I want to watch it before I went to sleep.

Having been entranced by its concept when Bec first told me about the film months ago, I managed to persuade (and by persuade I mean flippantly ask if he’d mind in a casual manner with a kiss or two for good measure) Greg to let me watch it and carefully went to the lounge to take Bec up on her offer.

WELL! After thinking I’d watch it while doing some other things I was utterly taken by the first ten minutes, turned off everything, shut my computer and started it from the beginning to pay PROPER attention.

I loved EVERY SINGLE MOMENT! It was just, joyous, and fun, and INSPIRING! When I rate it for my darn movie challenge (this is the FIRST movie we’ve seen this month – SLACKERS!) I’ll be rating it out of butter. Delicious, glorious, sticks of butter. And I’m mentally ready to BURST FORTH into the kitchen and cook up a zillion storms and blog about them profusely.

Now if my damn body would just oblige me.

But I don’t care, next week while at Mum & Dad’s I’m planning on taking LIBERAL liberties with their stand mixer and get January & February’s Daring Baker’s challenges done and dusted. And hopefully DELICIOUSLY!

I saw my genius massage therapist, Mr Beaton, today and I’m going to see him again the Tuesday following our return anyway, so he can undo any punishment I’ve done to myself over that week. Which I’m sure wont be that much since my darling partner will be looming over me the whole time making hrrmmmmm faces and generally telling me to rest. WHICH I PROMISE TO HEED.

Mostly.

PS: FORMAL FIFTIES DRESSES WITH POCKETS! WHAT A TRIUMPH!! *adoration*