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Pinhole Photography

What is pinhole photography you ask? I’ll tell you. You build a box. Put photography paper in one end. Cut a tiny hole in the other. Keep the hole covered until you are ready to take the picture. Uncover the hole and the light will shine onto the photo paper. You can keep the hole uncovered for as long or not as long as you want. Then you must have a dark room to develop the picture. You also have to know how to develop the picture.

There’s where the problem arises. I don’t exactly know how develop film. So instead I just had fun on this day and told you how to do pinhole photography!

Now let me tell you about the greatest weekend of my entire life.

It started out on Friday. I woke up really early in the AM and watched the royal wedding. I made crepes and mimosas. Crepe Day has really done me right. So we had fun breakfast. I took a really long nap. Went to one of my favorite Mexican restaurants called Fuzzy’s. I went to two different date parties in one night. I went to IHOP at 2 a.m. Went to sleep around 3:30 a.m. I woke up today at 1:30 p.m. I hung out at my house. Went to dinner with some friends. Went to the Norman Music Festival. Had one of the best phone conversations of my life. It was a good weekend. Not to mention that I went to a Thunder game last week and I’m going to one on Tuesday. My last few weeks in college could not have been more fun. Here is the documentation.

We have been friends since freshman year.

These two make me laugh. Lots and lots.

Oh, hey there Natalie!

I can say with large amounts of certainty that this weekend was one of my favorite. I was really busy, which is why my Dad guest blogged. Which was hilarious! You really need to read that. He is a riot. And he was a champ for doing that. I’m sorry that my lack of photography skills prevented me from pinholes, but you got this pictures from before my date party. And I wore a dress that I really liked. Not that that matters to you, but I did.


I had the longest phone conversation of my entire life tonight. Literally.

PS: Discussion topic. This was a requested discussion. I am a large proponent of sharing meals. But won’t you be hungry only eating half a meal? Of course not. I’m not talking about sharing one meal. I’m talking about sharing two. It’s a brilliant plan. You get to try twice as much awesomeness. If you are at a cool restaurant, with awesome food, (which why would you be anywhere else? Am I right? I’m right) you should clearly want to maximize your menu options. You cannot accomplish this alone. You need a menu buddy, one that is committed to the cause, one that is as daring (or in some unfortunate cases not as daring) as you are in the world of food. Find this food buddy and hold onto them. They will be your new best friend. Now start enjoying twice as much flavor as you were before. Again, am I right? I’m right. Again. So there’s that. My advice for the day. Very off topic, but incredibly vital to your restaurant success.

PPS: I found said buddy.

PPPS: Here’s what I know about bicycles. I went on two bicycle tours in Europe last summer. They were amazing. I highly suggest that if you are in London, Paris, Berlin or Barcelona you take a bike tour with Fat Tire Tours. They are outstanding. Here is a picture of me on my bike in London.

My bike's name was Alexander Fleming. He discovered Penicilin!

So there’s that. The end.



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Guest Blogging

My dear father is blogging for me today. I have things to tell you about bicycles, but I just don’t have time. I’ll explain later. So my dear dad is blogging about what he knows about bikes. So here goes nothing! I’m not sure when he’ll update but it should be hilarious.


Busiest and funnest day ever.

It’s me…the Dad that uses the dot dot dots.  I’ll try to spare you from the insane punctuation, but no promises…

Kate called and asked if I would be her guest blogger…little did I know she was already refused by at least one other family member.  It’s sad to realize that you’re a third or fourth stringer, longing to come into the game on a moments notice…

It’s Bicycle day.  While usually that would be a yawner for me, I’ve actually had a notable encounter with a bike today.

I was  hurrying to the post office today to get a couple letters mailed. I was hurried cause I had a lunch date with Sister Abby at a very greasy diner we call Murphy’s.  I noticed a block ahead there was a fender bender in the intersection so I took a quick detour to avoid the mayhem. While zipping around the block, out flew a guy on a bike. I slowed, he cut me off, he offered a drugged glance.  I laughed three ways…he was sporting a wife-beater and really short cut-off jeans, he was at least 35, he rode a bike with a banana seat and high handle bars. I guess if your going to ride a bike at 35 that’s how you should do it.  Classic.

ps.  It was weirdo day at Murphys…saw the most gigantic example of cankles today (you know when the calf and ankle merge as one); I tried to make conversation with the overworked busboy (girl) and was snubbed; Saw three inches of buttcrack in the waiting area.  You should try the place…it’s really good.

It’s fourth quarter, gotta go see who the Thunder are going to beat next.


Always the bridesmaid and never the bride…

pss.  Cankles may run in our family…but not from my side…


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There’s a poem in my pocket!

I read that like the phrase “There’s a snake in my boot!” circa Woody the Cowboy. I’m a very big Toy Story enthusiast you know. I thought that this was a fun holiday. I kept a poem in my pocket today.

Also, I love Shel Silverstein. So clearly I chose a Silverstein poem to put in my pocket. It’s called Hug O’ War.

Hug O’ War

I will not play tug o’ war
I’d rather play hug o’ war
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug
Where everyone kisses
And everyone grins
And everyone cuddles
And everyone wins

I think I sort of liked it because it started sentences with and. And I always do that. See what I did there? It was also just a really sweet poem. It seemed simple and nice. I kept this poem that was written in Sharpie pen on a very square piece of paper in my back pocket. No one knew it was there but me. And my totally cool boy toy that keeps his hand in my back pocket. Oh wait….those people are terrible humans.

Terrible Humans.

I’m not a fan of this. I prefer my poems to remain in my pocket unnoticed by others, but that’s just me.

My favorite Silverstein poems are all in Where the Sidewalk Ends. One of the best ones is called Dirty Dan. My Aunt Becky introduced me to this. I’m pretty sure she and/or my mom used to read it in a crazy voice. Here is a brief sampling. Although this wasn’t in my pocket, rest assured that it is awesome.

Dirty Dan

I live in a pen with five hogs and a hen
And three squizzly lizards who creep in
My bed, and they itch as I squirm, and I twitch
In the cruddy old sheets that I sleep in.

If you looked down my throat with a flashlight, you’d note
That my insides are coated with rust.
I creak when I walk and I squeak when I talk,
And each time I sneeze I blow dust

Dirty Dan is yucky. Real yucky, but I love it. There is a very particular way that I say ‘That my insides are coated with rust.’ I’ll show you some time if I run into you.

So there’s that. Poems in your pocket are very cool. The end.


Little Peggy Ann McKay

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