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It’s spring! You know what that means…
lovin’ the sunshine
lovin’ the flirty sundresses
lovin’ the beaches
loving the gifs!
How could you NOT love that creamy, squishy sweet pumpkin magic bar layer there?
Yes, I’m sure all of you who have seen my latest batch of posts know that I have recently become obsessed with gifs. Whether or not this will turn out to be an occupational hazard to my health remains to be seen.
Are they all lovely gifs? Certainly not. I’m a gif-fing amateur (is giffing a word? What good is being in an English doctoral program if you can’t make up your own words? Giffing is a word)–I use *cringe* online software because for some reason or other Windows Movie Maker does not work on my computer. I cannot figure out for the holy life of me why. (Any ideas, techie folks!)
So back to my point–these gifs are not Da Vincis. In artistic merit, they’re not Picassos or Monets
or even Stephanie Meyers–nope, they’re definitely better than that. Sorry, Team Mayers folks. It must be said.
As my dearest friend Clark Gable says about this very subject (or maybe it was a different one–I get mixed up when it’s this time of the school year), “Frankly m’dear–I don’t give a damn.“
Because I drool over them anyway.
This may or may not have physically happened to me in the middle of, erm, lecture last week when I was staring at them. It’s okay, nobody noticed.
There were many reasons for my choosing to go total gif-scapade (invented word number two–I’m on a roll! er, a stale one), but the biggest one was when I made the world’s fudgiest brownies and wondered how in holy heck I could convince you all of it.… Read more
I have not danced around with such elf-like mirth since they announced the summer 2013 release of Sailor Moon.
Guess who is the proud new owner of a DSLR camera?
I’ll give you a hint.
ME. Me me me me me me me. Did I mention me?
That’s right, folks–in the shameless spirit of commercialism, selfishness, and dragon-like hoarding, I have graciously received a shiny new DSLR camera for Christmas.
Jigs may or may not have been performed under my Christmas tree this holiday season.
Did I mention the fact that I also received a Playstation 3 AND the Disney Imagineering book?
This year’s forecast: Absolutely zero productivity levels, with a 50% chance of precipitation from the tear ducts–because I am going to be so darn happy playing around with all of my new toys that I will most probably break down into tears at some point and bawl like a baby.
A very, very happy bouncing crying baby adult woman.
In honor of this momentous occasion, I’ve decided to do absolutely nothing substantive in this post except gloat, revel, and bask in the glory that is focused pictures with appropriately blurry backgrounds. I’m still getting the hang of the whole “real-camera” photography deal (read: driving my parents crazy dancing around the house singing “What’s This?” a la Jack Skellington as I test out all of the nifty functions–and they are nifty), and now I don’t have an excuse to not learn about proper photo composition…
But I think I can live with that.
I can also live with a batch of these delicious saltine toffee ‘crack’-ers (thus dubbed as an homage to their addictive status) sitting on my kitchen counter at this very moment.
Those of you who have followed me for some time will know that this is a repeat recipe that you can find here…but the results were so pretty, and my camera was so here (YAY), that I had to share these photos.… Read more