On Holidays and Panic

Gah. A week has gone by since I last posted. How does this happen? Seems like it was just two days ago I was writing about going into D.C. to take pictures, and now a whole week has come and gone, including a birthday and made-for-the-greeting-card-industry holiday.

It’s the wife’s birthday that I speak of and luckily for me (?), it falls on Valentine’s Day, so I’m not likely to forget. Growing up with a birthday near a holiday myself (my birthday falls on the 23rd of December. Don’t forget. And my wish lists are over on the right there ), I try to keep the two seperate. For her birthday this year, I email a bunch of friends and family to pitch in and help buy her a pottery wheel. She was quite surprised and in her words, “if I wasn’t so dehydrated, I’d be crying.” That’ll teach her to go out and party a little too much the night before.

I did the normal flowers, chocolates and card bit for Valentines Day. Nothing too special in that one, other than we have a ton of chocolate in the house now. Not saying that’s a bad thing mind you, but I’m going to have to take advantage of the nice weather and get out and walk the dogs or something.

Other than that, things are, as always, the same. I have to start on a story for my class that’s due by the 8th of March, and I have no idea what I’m going to do, how I’m going to write it, or what I’m even going to write about. I guess I’m one of those who need inspiration. I think in this case, it’ll be a case of last minute panic that inspires me.