Posts Tagged: Vlog-Vee Log-Video Blog
All Over the Place
Last week I wrote a post over at The Home School Post about how my kids often call me “The Lunch Lady”.
Today I have two posts up. One at Aiming Low, a repost of one of my favorite Vlog-Vee Log-Video Blogs and another at Photo Bliss about taking self portraits or–as they are known in my world—selfy pees.
The one place that I am very happy and proud to say that I am at is my new professional photography website: Mishelle Lane Photography. Not only will I showcase some of my portraiture there, but I will also have a lot of my artwork there, too! Michael worked diligently on my site and I think it looks marvelous.
Remember: mlp* photography is always for sale. If there’s something you love, just let me know. If you see it here or there you can definitely have it on your wall at home. Then when friends and family admire it you can tell them that they can have their very own mlp original, too!
*mlp: My new watermark and logo was made for me by my new friend, Jennifer. She blogs at “jayesel” and is a very talented designer. You can see her brilliant work at Inksplash DESIGNS where you can get your blog all dressed up! Oh, and did I mention that she’s also a talented photographer?
Thanks again, Jen. I’m thankful that you responded when I called out for logo help on Twitter.
Rollin’ with the Bitches
Welcome BLOG HOPPERS!! It’s nice to have you hopping again. This video is a perfect representation of the one and only Agent Provocateur. Random is the Agent’s middle name. CHEERS, yo!
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Last night I went over to my friend Shelly’s house to watch the two hour season finale of Grey’s Anatomy. I usually watch the show on my laptop, after it’s air date, because we don’t have TV. So, it was really fun to do this. Maybe the wine had something to do with it?
Without Further Ado
(The credits are screwy, but that’s not my fault (for serious.) When I look back at it, everything’s cool. When I play it, I see glitches and missing letters. Whatev!)
Eat More Chili
I met my friend Shelly for dinner on Wednesday night. She’s one of the seventeen Michelle-derivative named friends that I have. She’s also the first person that I met and befriended when we moved to GA (Part I) in 2004. We’ve been good friends even though I’m slack and don’t get together enough with her. Oh and she’s probably going to be my in-law someday. At least I’ll be able to go to my in-laws house and get drunk and laugh. Especially at our old husbands!
The thing about moms is sometimes we don’t eat all day long. It’s not that we are neglecting ourselves, it’s just that we forget. Ok, ok, we are neglecting ourselves. Then we arrange to meet another mom friend for dinner. We get some margarita in us and BAM we’re liquored up. We’re loud (well, actually, I’m loud.) Then we find that we’re talking about stuff we should really be talking about in the privacy of one of our homes, perhaps over some Trader Joe’s wine and fondue?
It’s apparent to me that Shelly and I need to get out for these friend dates more often. My face hurt from laughing. Here’s the thing, though: The best part of it all is knowing someone accepts you in all your inappropriate glory. Knowing that you almost walked out of the bathroom with TP stuck to your shoe, telling your pal, only to hear her laugh and tell you a story that tops it. Knowing that you can tell her that a Facebook quiz deemed you a sexual deviant and her reply is that she already knew it. Knowing that you can laugh, cry, stomp, spit, and simply drone on about mindless crap…that’s friendship.
Viva la friendship, yo!
