Facebook has a time machine that shows you items you interacted with in the past. Today, my memory was of sweet Libby. Sure do miss her!
Dharma makes me smile every day… but I sure miss my Libby girl.
First of all, “swoopy” isn’t really a word so how am I supposed to take this survey thing seriously? What haircut should you actually have? Click away and fill in blanks, but please note — even if you prefer lunch with Lady Gaga over Oprah, you may not get the end result you expect.
Libby took the same test (indicating that her most satisfying “feel” was pooping) and her results were:
What Haircut Should You Actually Have? You got: a bowl cut. You’re eccentric and forever imbued with a childlike sense of wonder. Your friendly and adorable personality needs a haircut that’s just as cute to match.
While it’s true that Libby is imbued with a childlike sense of wonder and has an adorable and friendly personality, I personally don’t think the bowl cut is her best option.
Real photographers spend a ton of time post-processing photos before showing them to clients while others outsource the chore. Obviously, most everyone who takes pictures — either by phone or with a camera — want to do some post-processing too. I know this because of the vast number of phone apps created specifically for that purpose and because bajillions of people buy them. Why?
We want the memories we’ve captured to make others feel the way we did that very moment the shutter closed.
Following are 2 photos taken seconds apart:
- In the first photo I used the natural light coming from a window and set the camera’s aperture wide open for the lens I was using (1.8 — to effect the blur and depth of field). I wanted to accentuate Libby the Diva’s softer, feminine (heh) side. Post-processing, I simply muted the color just a touch and added a slight vignette.
- To create the second photo I pushed the aperture up allowing everything to be in focus and used almost direct flash. For post-processing, I ripped out all the color, bumped the contrast, and added a stark vignette. It’s definitely a more “artsy” look and the one I personally would choose to frame.
The end result is two dog portraits that look totally different even though both were shot at the same place and the same time — nothing more than my favorite hound dog resting on the kitchen floor. Anytime you’re capturing memories — just take two (like cookies… always take at least two).
I’ve been thinking I should do some regular weekly addition here. Like ‘Facebook Friday’ where I share the craziest status post I found for the week. If there was a day of the week starting with an “I,” my new category would have the name ‘Idiot’ in it someplace and would be a whole lot catchier. I would share stuff like I read yesterday…
This dude wrote a long letter and tagged some of my FB friends in it. He used the ‘F-word’ 4 times to start the message. Then he explained that he had feelings for a member of their family — and had hidden said feelings for years. He poured out his heart in hopes that the family would not think less of him, and wanted to publicly announce what he had already shared with his secret love in private. What a horrible time he’s had throughout his life pining silently away for this woman who didn’t (until now) know how he felt! He said, “Get married and have kids toss around a couple girlfriends always wondering why they never lasted… What would it take for you to finally say BLEEP IT! and tell her.”
Then, dude named the chick and linked to HER FB page so I troll it and find she’s married. So I troll her husband’s page and find that he only has 5 friends so he will probably never, ever find out. And then… she liked the dude’s post and all the family he tagged gave him ‘high fives’ and mentioned they wondered what took him so long to profess his love. (All this reading and trolling took about 5 minutes and BARELY made 1st place over one friend whose husband has his eye on some floozy — her words, not mine — from a neighboring county.)
So again, what do you think about ‘Facebook Friday’ here on whatifitdid.com? Next week, I might get to tell about chick’s friendless husband going to jail for battery or worse… or… you might get to see photos of a wedding. Cool, yah?
Or maybe you have the same thoughts about my brilliant idea as Libby. She remains unimpressed.
I ended up in this furniture store one day late last week and now I spend almost every waking moment thinking about this one certain bed. I’m in need of a new mattress. The one I have feels like heaven the second you crawl in bed — but in about 3 hours, I’m wide awake and crawling out… my back feeling like it belongs to someone twice my age. The down pillow-tops (yes, there are pillow-tops on both sides of the mattress) makes it so high off the ground, I almost need a stepladder to get in. It’s like sleeping on this huge, fluffy, feather pillow. I’m thinking I need something like a sheet of steel instead.
So I walk in this furniture store to meet someone else to help pick out a couch and the second I’m inside, I walk like a zombie to the bed section of the store. The beady-eyed salesman spotted me right away. Mr. Beady Eyes immediately directed me to this fabulous (and fabulously expensive) set-up and instructed me to lie down. He clicked a remote control a few times and the pressure I was feeling in my back disappeared. For only a couple bucks a night, I would certainly be a new woman. A couple bucks a night, he explained… for the next 10 years! 10 years? Oh my.
I talked to Libby about this investment and her concern was primarily reference budgeting and monthly expenditures for treats and bacon.
On the plus side, it sure would be easier for the ole’ girl (HER — not me… ok, me too I guess) to get in bed at night. We’ve decided to read and investigate this whole new bed thing a little more before plopping down that much money. Because how on earth could I explain to this face that there’s no bacon in the house?
The best dog on the planet (Libby) is a senior hound, no doubt about it. Her eyes over time have become a bit cloudy, but nothing out of the ordinary says the vet. The old girl can see good enough to spot Freda eating a snack beneath the tree in the front yard.
And here’s how I know with 100% certainty Libby spotted the rodent too…
I admit, I’m a little bummed out when I browse Facebook and see everyone posting photos of their Christmas decorations because I don’t have a single light to enjoy yet this year. I know I’m blessed and I’m so very grateful… but I want to be in the Christmas spirit and it’s hard when I don’t have a place to decorate. Moving begins in 6 days and we’re finally thinking about packing. I have GOT to paint, and buy a stove and dishwasher — when I’d rather be buying toys and baking cookies. (I’m such a whiner!!)
So as I’m browsing photos from last year’s holiday to make whatifitdid a bit festive for this season, I found a a ton of photos taken on Christmas Day. Looking more closely at one in particular, I notice a Wanwan photo bomb!
Libby knows Coco isn’t supposed to step outside and is blocking her path, and right between her back legs is Wanwan peeking inside the warm house. What a reminder of how small my granddaughter was a year ago, and also that we had snow on Christmas Day. Oh, and I’m also reminded that last year I had a Chihuahua pooping on my bedroom floor. Every. Single. Night.
I feel better already!
Obviously something very interesting occurred right beside the tree in my front yard. Both Libby and Gracie thought it was so important it should be investigated, but they took turns so they didn’t have to interact with one another. These two dogs can’t even SMELL together. They harbor no hatred. Only indifference. I’ve known some people like that — living under the same roof, doing their daily routines and basically ignoring one another — but never dogs.
Libby won’t even STEP where she thinks Gracie has been. Where’s a dog whisperer when you need one?
Libby has an appointment today with her favorite doctor. It’s time for the removal of her stitches and I can’t hardly wait to get there. The first week and a half she didn’t touch the dressing. The last couple days she’s totally torn the bandage off twice and raveled the edges a bajillion times. I’m guessing it’s itching like crazy under there.
Still, mention going to see Dr. Rennekamp and expect the cold shoulder. Proof that dogs have selective hearing too.
It’s been 6 fun-filled months since we were told Libby should be euthanized (click here if you don’t remember), and every day that we’ve been able to spend with her causes me to be a bit more disappointed in the care she received on that day. This voluptuous diva still has couches to warm and bacon to eat before heading to Rainbow Bridge.
I saw a photo yesterday that was an obvious fake. One person standing in front of a modified background with a second person pasted/cloned in to look as if the photo was a shot of the two people together. Fiction… not reality. Heck, a piece of the poor dude’s ear was even missing! Still, the fake was being passed off as a real life memory frozen in time. Ewwwww!
Have you seen that viral wedding photo where it appears as if the wedding party is running away from a dinosaur? OooOOoo — and so cool! However, that too is fiction. (If you missed it, you can find it here on the Huffington Post.)
The difference is — the photographer is not trying to pass it off as “real!” The photogrpaher’s creativity and style resulted in an image that not only brought smiles to their client, but thanks to the Internet, many of us throughout the world.
How about that cool “photo” up there of Libby and her boyfriend and Sissy Mammy Grammy? Right out of the camera, you guys! I’m sure you believe me… (at least Libby isn’t missing a portion of an ear!)