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Facebook Picture Revealed — No tighty, no lighty needed

It’s always a good idea to have some sort of goal, so when Drew and I left for vacation our goal was to make sure we each came home with a good profile picture.

outside the sun was shining in Astoria ,OR

I like this picture. The beer hides all that extra stuff I see when I look in the mirror . . . you know, the chin, the neck, the cheek stuff . . . And the sunglasses cover my puffy eyes and dark circles. I don’t care what those expensive face creams claim to do, they are not tightening or lightening anything! Exaggerated smile — that’s what Rachel always says. I tried that while going chin up. That doesn’t work for me. But then someone told me it’s better to tilt down slightly and look up. I tried it along with a few props and there you have it — my Facebook pic.

I have several good photos of my drew. He always has a happy smiley face on for the camera, except when he doesn’t. What he definitely doesn’t have is that melted play doh face that I have in all my photos. Is it possible that I really look like that in real life?

I’ve picked two photos of Drew from our vacation that I think would be good Facebook pics. They were both taken in Astoria, OR when the sun was shining. And check out his eyebrows. Magnificent!

What an adorable face . . . no signs of play doh but I do see a wooden glider.

We’ve spent a lot of time together this past week and here’s what I noticed: Drew with Droid in hand, deep in thought, checking his messages — well, that’s what I thought but then I noticed that he is looking at Facebook. He’s been checking his Facebook page and I’m afraid I have lost just a little bit more of him to The Social Network.

Me? I stalk . . . yes, I do. I hardly ever post on Facebook and on the rare occasion that I do . . . well, it’s like coming out of the closet. Everyone is all over you. Each time I post someone jumps out and wants to be my friend!

Wonder if anyone will notice I now have a face?

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cables, chargers, face creams, and a bra

So hard to keep track of all the essentials nowadays. I think I’ve outgrown my backpack. Now I have to use a real suitcase. The one screwup, a very important one, is my albuterol inhaler. I brought two from home. Yesterday afternoon we headed over the bridge to the Aladdin Theater. Walked there, it was sunny, misty, cloudy, rainy.

Headed over to a coffee shop. I used my inhaler and rested. Then walked around the neighborhood stopped in a great store called Rejuvenation, 3 more bars and the theater.  Really liked the bars around here. Can’t remember the name of the first one we stopped at.


Second one was Jolly Rogers — watched the Yankee game for a bit while eating fried pickles and cajun wings. The Yankees were winning when we left and my breathing — not so great.


Next stop — The Lamp for a quick dinner before the show. Yankee game on TV — score tied.  (the Lamp next to the Aladdin Theater — get it — Aladdin’s Lamp — ha ha.) Grabbed 5th row seats in the theater next door and watched the Yankees blow it on Drew’s Droid — minutes before the show started. Great place to see a concert. Drew was a bit surprised at the age of the crowd — not young. (Dave Alvin, Peter Case, Chris Smither — not so young either!)


When we got back to the hotel I took a close look at my inhaler — it expired 5 years ago. Do I contact my doctor and have him call in a script and risk paying full price because my insurance might not cover it? I thought about it all night long. Yup, I made the call — better than ending up in the hospital gasping for air. Rite Aid pharmacist called insurance company to get me a vacation over-ride — only paid copay . . . how sweet . . . an override — what did they think I do with an extra inhaler —  albuterol dealer?!

Planning on breakfast at the Bijou Cafe tomorrow — oyster omelets and fresh muffins. It’s near the Powell Bookstore — if it’s raining, that’s where we will be.

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