Sad & Unfortunate Memory...

Sunday, June 04, 2006 3:46 PM

Apparently I have the potential to be a Smooth Criminal... Current mood:  aggravated Category: Life    Because I have a black man in my car from time to time. Yes, you read that right folks... Here's the rundown... Cory and I were driving ALL OVER THE FRIKKEN WORLD yesterday. Having a good ol' time. We were driving through Santiago Canyon, discussing my theory on Rocks being stupid, throw boys at them and so on. (Not that deep of a conversation, don't worry, you didn't miss anything.) We decided to continue on down Chapman Ave. to In N Out to grab some tasty deluctibles. Well, we're almost there, & I have not done a single thing illegal.  Out of nowhere, this guy is on my tail. I just drive like normal. About 2 miles, on my tail. Literally. Finally, pulls me over right in front of In N Out. By the time he finally got to my window, did he tell me what I did wrong? NO. HE LOOKED IN THE CAR AT CORY. Oh yes, my friends, he did. I have never seen racial profiling THIS bad ever. He goes through the whole spiel of license and registration. I didn't have my license, because if you know me, I lost it last week. He didn't care that the car wasn't in my name. He didn't care that I didn't have proof of insurance. He was more concerned as to why I was in OC and why I was letting a black man riding in my car. Wanted to know exactly how long we had known eachother, how we knew eachother, what friends we shared, etc. Now, here's the kicker, he thought I had to be way older than 24. Um, I may have been a little haggered, but that cut deep. Do I look like a frikken prostitute? I know Cory doesn't look like a drug dealer, etc . Something in my gut told me the reason we were pulled over, and everything this cop said made it perfectly clear. So badly, that when he was gone I turned to Cory and stated. "I'm sorry, but did we just get pulled over for having a black guy in a white girl's car?" I felt so sick. :( To make it worse... THE HUGE RATS, YES RATS, OUTSIDE OF IN N OUT ON CHAPMAN IN ORANGE. Good thing the cop didn't hear that I was playing Whitney Houston. Would have been worse if he had gone through my music collection. Janet, Jacko, Whitney. Lil' Jon, Usher.... Might have been able to balance with the Def Leppard  & country though...

One Hundred

For my 100th blog I decided to be completely unoriginal and exciting.  Instead, I decided to copy/paste a few of my favorites from my old blog that was on the space that was mine.  To protect the innocent, I have not included the comments. I was going to put them all in one blog, but some are rather long and I've decided to split them up.  Maybe by the end of the day I'll feel like writing something exciting and new, who knows...

Enjoy.

Sunday, March 26, 2006 3:35 PM

Oh, but yes! I am gracing you all with my presence and a song! Current mood:  chipper Category: Music If you know me, you know I'm twisted... and you know I LOVE to twist lyrics... So, here we go... "When I fall in Mud" (Like when I fall in love, ok? I'm not going to explain this, guys. You should all know me by now.) When I falllll in mud... I will turn completely.... for I will glance to seeee.... who saw.. (I will glance to see who saw) In a restless world, like this is... rumors start and endlessly egg on... Before you know it pictures of yourself are allover the internet... and Seacrest says it's crap not mud that's dried on by the sunnnnnnnnn..... When I fall in mud..... When I FALL IN MUDDDDDD.... When I fall in muddddd..... and a little bit offffff... poooooooooooooo............... That is all. Thank you, God bless, and have a great day. P.S. I am currently accepting requests for songs for my next blog.

Note To Self...

Dear Angie,

When you are going to post a blog full of songs that creep you out, but yet you love so much... first of all, include them all.  How could you forget this one?



Second, after writing the blog, don't sit and watch stupid suspenseful movies with Bobby.  He already made you watch another cheesy one earlier in the day. Why watch another?

Third, when you are laying in bed quietly thinking to yourself of your "To-Do" list for the next day, do not be startled by how creepy Bobby's random sudden laugh is when he remembers a silly occurrence with your son earlier in the day.  There is no reason Bobby's laugh should scare the crap out of you now, you've been hearing it for years.  Just because you are laying there in solemn and out of nowhere this loud eerie noise and breath tickle your ear, you should still not have the crap scared out of you!

Fourth, why would you be surprised that Bobby would take every chance for the 30 minutes following the occurrence with the laugh and the scream to scare you?  You should know better!  Though you were right to not let him fall asleep before you.

Fifth, make sure you tell Bobby "Happy Valentine's Day".  Give him a big hug and kiss. Also be sure to tell him you love him.  Thank him for letting you sleep in and making the most delicious scrambled eggs you've had.  After all, he knew you were on a low calorie diet and took extra measures to make the entire meal healthy.  He's such a swell guy.  Going to all that trouble and even leaving 14 videos on your facebook wall while you were sleeping.  You are, most certainly, the luckiest girl in the world!

Love,
Angie

P.S. Next time you go to the store, could you please remember to pick up a shower cap? Thanks.

Creepy...

Just felt like making a public proclamation of some of my favorite songs, that just so happen to be creepy...



Okay, I love this song... and I love Stryper. (Yes! I said it! Gotta problem?) I can't put my finger on the reason why this song gives me the creeps though. But just in the same way that some people will watch a scary movie to feel scared even though they hate it, I listen to songs that creep me out. Maybe that is why sometimes I find myself playing this song on repeat for an hour or so...



I don't think this song needs an explanation. If a guy told me he wanted to be my mother, I think I would have ran. Then again, a lot of my ex's were really strange... and rather creepy... maybe I should seek therapy.



This song gives me the heebee jeebies, but I have to hear it once in awhile. (Please note: Commentary & emails on what this song may or may not say backwards and how Christians shouldn't listen to it is not welcome. Been there, thanks.)



This song makes me cry, in a sad scared way, but I love it! (I know Kathy loves it, too!)



The first time I heard this song, I was listening to the radio as I was falling asleep. I was awake for HOURS after.



Even before Bobby came along, these two songs were those types of creepy songs I loved. They're just that much more creepy now...




As I'm writing this blog, my friend/sis Emily posted this one on Facebook. I completely forgot about it! Creepy, though not as much as others. Mostly funny, silly. Gotta love it, though you really don't want to...



I think the title of this song, and the tune, are enough to creep anyone out. How I love it so, regardless...



Stalker, much? Yeah, definitely. Still catchy!



Apparently it's impossible to embed "The Kill" by 30 Seconds To Mars. I think this is my favorite creepy song... here's the link.

The Police: The godfather's of creepy songs...







It's quite possible this song was written by someone who was a seasoned stalker. Obviously not as seasoned as Bobby's ex-girlfriends, but seasoned. Seriously, who in their right mind would sing this? Obviously, your baby doesn't want to be found. Still, it's one of those songs that when, way back when - once upon a time, I had a desk job it would play in the background on KOST or KBIG and I would be more motivated instantly. I also walked around the rest of the day with it in my head. Totally creepy. I would love to hear a "devotion" of this song on the radio, just to hear what a real life freak's voice sounds like. (Wait, I just remembered... I worked for years to get away from freaks. Don't need more, I'm good.)




Now, I don't dance... but this song makes me dance...



Once again, a song that is impossible to find that can be embedded. This has to be the most popular love song... ever. Heck, I won't lie, it was played at the reception at my first wedding. LOVE THIS SONG! But listen to the lyrics... seriously? Click Here!

Awww... who doesn't love this one? One of mine and Bobby's favorite on the creepy list...



This one always makes me want to run away and hide in a closet while I cry and pray for safety... but once again, I'll hit "back" on the player and listen to it a few times before I move on to the next.



Bobby feels I should include this one... so here you go...



I used to love this song. Thank you, Geico, for ruining it for me. :(



Ewww...



And yet another...



And another...



LOVE this one...



Ohhh yeah. Can't forget this song...



I absolutely love this song... but once again I can't place why it gives me a creepy feel...



This song creeps me out, but just because when I was younger I believed the urban legend that a woman was murdered while it was recorded... Click here for urban legend info...



Well, I think that is all I have for tonight... expect a sequel to this blog in the future... Or don't.

UPDATED: Just to add this one. Can't believe I forgot it!

These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things...

This song is just amazing. I can't hear it without crying. And written by a man who was an awesome minister who was taken to Heaven much too soon. Thank you, Jesus, for giving this man the talent and the song. It's a perfect explanation of what His love has done for me. And yet I wasn't even born when it was written...

Bobby & I once danced to this song in Ralph's (Grocery store) at 1am after a difficult week. I don't remember particularly why it was a hard week, but I do remember the spontaneity of the moment and the romance of the way Bobby took the bag of Dorito's I was picking out of the bin and threw it aside as we began our waltz over to the bottled water aisle. One of the most romantic moments of my entire life.

I love this song. It's just flat out soothing & peaceful. Just the other night I had a tough night. Okay, I admit. It was a bad hair day that took hours to repair. When this song came on my iPod I stopped, took a deep breath, felt the calm take over me, and was able to accomplish my goal. This song I have played on happy days, sad days, stressful days, and days full of rejoicing. :sigh:

I really can't explain this one. It's been my favorite song since I was a wee teenager. I do know that when I realized I didn't want to be alone forever as I had previously claimed during my divorce was while listening to this song. I wanted to feel "Hysteria". Yeah, I know. Super cheesy. Who cares, go read another blog if you don't want cheese, because me? I'm all about cheese. Especially since Bobby came along. Thanks to him, I know "Hysteria".

LOVE this! Who doesn't?

Okay, just kidding. I was serious about the others though!

More to come as I think of them... I'm tapped out for now.

Some People Call Me Maurice...

Some might say I'm a sell out...

My reply is I just created a new brand.  No harm, no foul.

Don't worry, cause I'm right here.  Yes, right here.  Right here at home.



Disclaimer: This post was not "triggered" by any one person's words or such.  It was just randomly thought out while doing some (once again, dangerous) thinking.  Possibly by playing a wee bit too much Rock Band.  But who's to say what is too much?  Hmm?

I'm feeling silly, in case you haven't noticed.  Having a good high calorie meal at the local Red Robin after 1 1/2 weeks of dieting might do that to you.  A blog on that topic is to follow in the next few days...

This Just In...

Bobby has stated that I am a perfect Mom.  If that is so, I would guess I am perfect in general, right? RIGHT?!

Though I think he was comparing me to this freak (click on freak) and next to her, nearly anyone would look great....

Still, I'm just sayin'... Bobby said I'm perfect.

This blog will be kept on file for future references when complaints are brought up against me and my "perfection".

Note: On January 22nd, 2010, Bobby stated that I am perfect.

Thank you.

P.S. Isn't he HOT!!! I'm seriously one lucky woman to be married to such a perfect father & husband. ;)

So There Was This ONE Time I Was Weird...

So, I'm sitting here eating some good ol' cheez-its and thinking of how wonderful of a salty snack they really are. I mean really. Think about it. What is better than cheez-its? Not a whole lot!

Cheez-its have probably been my favorite snack cracker my entire life. I loved them as a kid, as I did just about anything cheese related.

One night, my brother Jared and I were enjoying a box of tasty treats when the horrid realization that we were down to crumbs had come to our attention. Knowing it wasn't likely to happen, we asked the adults in our home to take us to the store to get some more. My Mom was tired from working all day, and our Grandparent's looked at us like we were pretty much insane. I asked if I could make a grilled cheese sandwich then. They granted permission and off to the kitchen I went...

Well, somewhere in the hall way the brilliant idea occurred to me that I could MAKE cheez-its. I mean, how hard could it be, right?

I got out the velveeta, cut it into tiny squares, and placed them on the griddle. Then I loaded on the salt. I was CERTAIN this was going to be fantastic. I had visions of my recipe being listed in the church potluck cook book. I mean, this was going to be the perfect snack, even better than the name brand, right?

Well, Jared was a little skeptical. He felt the need to feed a few pieces to our gold fish Jaws. (Jaws never ate fish food. He ate our left overs. I'm not lying. That fish lived over a year merely on our left overs! He was a carnival prize and lived on green beans, cheese, bread, etc.)

Jaws ate them up. We tried a few, were enjoying our delicacies, and in heaven. I'll never forget what happened next. Jared went to drop another piece in Jaws cereal canister (Like I said, carnival prize. He was one of 100's. My Grandma refused to invest money in a fish that could pass any day...) and it splashed. SPLASHED! Fish water ALL OVER the griddle and plate. I cried.

Naturally the grown ups thought I burned myself cooking, came running, and were horrified. I wasn't allowed to cook again for awhile. Apparently fried cheese is a greasy mess, and is FAR from a healthy cracker snack.

Just felt the need to share that story. Poor Jaws. Probably died of a heart attack due to clogged arteries after all the junk we fed him.

RIP Jaws, RIP.

I Can Relate... Kinda...

The last few weeks we have had a little friend hanging out in our back yard. I don't know for sure what kind of bird it is, but it keeps me up. Eventually, every night, I end up humming this...




Which, in turn, is making me relate completely to this...



I hope and pray this bird finds some reason to move to another location soon. Falling asleep before 3am would be nice. Why it doesn't affect Bobby or Tommy is beyond me!

P.S. Crystal, I need my Failure To Launch dvd back... lol

Feel Like Laughing? Crying? Throwing Something? Cleaning Your Entire House Top To Bottom?

I hereby declare this pregnancy hormone awareness day!!! (Go through the videos in order for full effect...)

First, the song Bobby sang to me the night we got married. I know, awww... It just happened to be playing in the limo, and being nervous he sang along. This song always just makes me smile.




Now, to make you sad: You have to watch them in the exact order... Better yet, look them up for better quality versions...







Stop what you're doing! Put down the knife! Do NOT slit your wrists! "But why?!" You ask? "WHY did we have to go from happy to sad in 1.2 seconds flat?" I'll tell you why... Because that's what it's like! Not fun, is it?

Now, cheer up and watch this:



Fun! YAY! Happy! Weird, creepy, silly, but HAPPY!

Everyone getting on your nerves?





Angry and ticked, huh? But at least you feel vindicated... Don't be mad at me! I could have used a lot of worse songs just to make you feel anger! Trust me!

OK, Ignore the weird graphics...



Naturally, you worry just what that baby will look like...



Then you remember, everything will be fine...



Besides, if you're having one of Bobby's kids at least, it's inevitable...





That was just strange, and you can't explain it. You don't feel bad, but not quite like yourself either...

But who cares, you're STARVING!!!!



Now you're feeling sleepy...



What just happened? Why is it every time you fall asleep you wake up more confused? Stupid pregnancy dreams...




WAKE UP! You're nesting! Time to CLEAN!



Your husband thinks you are most certainly and definitely CRAZY!



Would not be complete without this...



Who doesn't feel happy and complete after hearing "Hysteria"? Oh yeah, that's just me... anyways...

And now, for at least a few moments...



But, here you are, and it is well...



And now, you have officially experienced a full mood swing. Congratulations! Were you truly pregnant, you would feel this way CONSTANTLY... never ending... it's such a beautiful process, isn't it? That's why to your husband you dedicate this:

You're So Vain, You Probably Think This Blog Is About YOU!

Thank you to Kathy for the idea of the title of this blog some time ago...

So, I must admit in public now that I am slightly obsessed with make up, even though I don't wear it every day. Yes, I still keep it all in a caboodle (purple marble with a hot pink handle) and it contains mostly eye shadows & eye liners. I wouldn't say I'm vain though... If anything I have a low self esteem that I battle with every single day. I just wanted to use that blog title idea, lol.

Speaking of vanity, why is it such human nature to assume that when you read something that refers to the "general you", one must assume it is personally directed at them. Vice versa, why do some people say that something is not directed at anyone but the general public, but it is actually directed at one single group or person?

Why, as humans, and I do mean the general public here... I AM NOT TARGETING ANYONE! (Ahem, don't be vain...) do we feel the need to be so mean and/or cruel to others just because they hurt our feelings or we disagree? Everyone has been guilty of it at some point in time. Most know when to stop and not drag things on. Naturally, everyone has a right to vent or be upset... But, by golly, I've known some people who carry things on and out for so much longer than necessary. Why?! Do you not feel that you are valuable enough as a person to deserve being happy? Such bitterness only drags one down. You aren't hurting anyone but yourself as I'm sure the others don't think much of it, and you're certainly just depressing yourself.

Another vanity topic...

What is with the obsession with weight during pregnancy and postpartum? I swear it is so much more now than it was when I had Jeff and Becca. Then again, maybe it's because I was in another part of the country and not in Southern California. I've been blessed to only gain 4lbs so far with this pregnancy (I started out a little heavy as I was still working on losing weight from my pregnancy with Tommy... and it was the holidays... and Bobby and I had put on some "marital bliss" weight right before I got pregnant with Tommy...) but I've heard of women DIETING or obsessing over calories during pregnancy! Heaven forbid you not be skin and bones after you deliver! Surely, you MUST wear your jeans 3 months after delivery! What will you do if you don't ever fit into a size small again? What will everyone think if you have a slight pudge on your tummy or thighs 6 months after your baby is born? And to still have that weight 2 years later? WHAT A TRAGEDY?! Why don't people think of the tragedy that is a sick newborn? No one wants to think about the pain and suffering a premature infant goes through... What about brain or physical development being damaged due to your "ego"? Grrr... some people should never be allowed to be parents.

I could go on and on with this... but I think I've already let my hormones say enough. I'm going to shut up... NOW!

I'm sorry, but I do have self respect.

Bobby sent this to me today. Say a prayer for him, so that when I smack him on the back of the head as he returns home I will not do too much damage.



Needless to say, I will NOT be trying out "The Prego Shuffle". Thank you very much!

A Blog From Crystal...

Lettuce in the Ketis is the only thing to have. You might think it tastes good if you eat it on tacos. Now if you it eat it by itself, it doesn't have the same effect.

Some people think that giving birth probably isn't that difficult... unless, of course, you're giving birth to a head of lettuce. Without the epidural, the ice burg is the worst. I have heard the best way to soothe lettuce from the Ketis is the rejuvenation (rejuvenation station, that is...) of the hemorrhoidal defactoral fecal position. If this doesn't work you may want to try a phosphorous ioxide to help reduce the stinging sensation. After all of this is accomplished, you can now burn your candles, eat your cookies, and wash it all down with that famous lettuce.

Thank you for your time and energy.

Best Regards,

Lettuce From The Ketis

(Aka: Crystal)

P.S. YAY! My first blog (though not on my own blog) as a NEW WOMAN!

STUPID MIXER!!!

I didn't want you anyways! :(

:sob:

At least not in "Licorice". I'd prefer "Empire Red".

(I'm ranting about this. I was picked. It was like a dream come true! I woke up way too early, sat and waited... I hit the button right as soon as it was available... I was so confident! Apparently I wasn't quick enough... I've been wanting this mixer for YEARS! :sigh:)

Someday... someday we'll be together like we were always meant to be. We'll bake breads, grate cheese, make gingerbread, ice cream, and so many other wonderful things.

You're my mixer, my KitchenAid Pro 600 Mixer. I'll wait for you, yes, I'll wait for you...

At Least It Wasn't Chicken Poop!

OK, so first of all... we have to go back about 7 1/2 years to the beginning of this story in order for it all to make sense...

At the time a lot of those that attend our current church were attending the Fontana PCofG. I was living in Washington State at the time and was down visiting with my then husband and baby Jeff over Summer break from school. Naturally, having a new camcorder I felt the need to record everything about my trip. If you know Crystal, then you know that she was naturally on quite a bit of the footage. Her and I felt the need to record EVERYTHING! Of course this also meant recording her after she fell walking to the car after morning service... into MUD. She did so gracefully, but then had mud all over her, and her reaction was hilarious while everyone just laughed... especially me. Kathy yelled out a valid point to Crystal, "At least it wasn't chicken poop!". I don't know why, but later that night when we watch the video from that day it cracked us up. This may not be too shocking, but I wet my pants. The combination of Crystal's face and Kathy's phrase was just hilarious. The term quickly became a daily part of conversation.

A few years later, a company released a lip balm. The name? "Chicken Poop". Kathy bought Crystal and I both a tube. Various pictures, emails, endearments have been traded between the 3 of us over these last few years. It's our "thing".

So, now to the present day. A few weeks ago at our mini ladies retreat at church Kathy, my Mom, and I were admiring these little chickens that were up for bidding in a silent auction to buy gifts for orphans. Kathy kept trying to tell me that I should want them because she wanted to buy them for someone. My Mom pointed out they would look cute in my kitchen... Kathy said I needed chickens since I blog about cooking them so much... and within a few minutes I decided "They must be mine!" and put down a bid. The next morning I was sick and unable to attend service. This last Sunday, Tommy was teething so badly that he barely slept (and barely let Bobby and I sleep) for the last 5 days. I had no idea where I stood in the bidding and figured I lost. I wasn't too bummed, but I was kind of sad and hoped to find some others later. Sunday night, my Mom calls on her way home from church to let me know KATHY BOUGHT ME THE CHICKENS! I was so excited. Bobby thought I was nuts.

Tuesday my Mom brought the chickens over and I placed them on the counter. I sent Kathy a picture text of them and she called to let me know "I was glad when they said unto me, let us put the chickens up on the counter". It was great. I was so happy and felt so privileged that Kathy did something so nice for me...

I cannot believe that with all of us involved (Crystal knew of the chicken bidding) NO ONE thought of "At least it wasn't chicken poop".

So, now, let me just say once again... Thank you Kathy for my chickens! At least they don't make chicken poop!

I really don't like jerks...

I think the following letter I sent to AIS just now explains all that needs to be said. "James" is probably worried to leave work tonight with fear that I'll be sitting next to his car with a rifle yelling "You want me to PAY for your mistake? NOOOOOOO!!!! You must PAY!" Maybe I should seek anger management? Hmmm... (I wasn't that bad...) ;)

A few moments ago I called in to the billing department with a question about my bill (this is what seems like the hundredth time I've had to call your company in the last few weeks) and was dealt extremely rudely with by "James" from the moment the call began. He actually felt the need to inform me that I was calling into a call center as though I was stupid. Being that my husband runs a call center of a different type, I couldn't believe that this talk and attitude would be tolerated, especially later in the call when he basically told me that nothing could be changed about the situation even though it was no fault of my own (I was told this a few weeks ago when dealing with the situation that lead to this one...) and that I had the freedom to take my policy elsewhere. I'm very thankful to the supervisor who quickly fixed things with my situation, but am very angry with the way "James" handled things. I don't spend my money with your company to be treated as though I don't matter... I'm about to purchase another vehicle in the next few days and now I'm concerned about how things will go when I need to make changes to my policy to accommodate me. Will there be more confusion and second rate service? If it weren't for the supervisor who took care of things my current policy would already be cancelled and I'd be shopping around with the competitors at this moment. I'm very disappointed and I hope this doesn't happen again. I've complained already to enough people of the problems I had before due to Western United's mix up. I'd hate to let them know that AIS has let me down also.

Thanks,
Angela Schott

Unfortunately I had to shorten it to 1000 characters due to their comment box. Oh well... here's what I condensed it to... a little less angry but it makes the point.

Today I called in to the billing dept for what seems like the 100th time I've had to call your company in the last month with a question about my bill & was dealt rudely with by James. He actually felt the need to inform me that I was calling a call center as though I was stupid. Being that my husband runs a call center, I couldn't believe that this attitude would be tolerated. Later in the call I was told that nothing could be done about the situation, though it was no fault of my own; that I had the freedom to cancel my policy. I'm thankful to the supervisor who quickly fixed the problem. But, I don't utilize your company to be treated as though I don't matter. I'm about to buy a 2nd vehicle. I'm concerned about how things will go when I need to make changes. Will there be more confusion & second-rate service? I'm shocked & I hope this won't happen again. I've told enough people of the problems I had before due to Western United's mix up. I'd hate to say that AIS has let me down also.

I still can't get over how rude he was. I'm not one to make complaints usually, but this time it felt pretty darn good! So good, I had to blog about it so my one reader would see it! (Love you Kathy!)

Blah

I hate being in a funk. Seriously. I don't know what it is that caused this one unless it's just that I've over extended myself during the course of the last few weeks. I'm not depressed or anything, just, "blah". It takes a bit more motivation for me to do anything from answer an email to go to the store. Everything that must be done is done, but I'm just not in the mood for anything else.

I guess that's called "tired", huh?

Maybe I'll go clean the bathrooms, mop, vacuum, and try to get over it... Before I go to the store...

BLAH!

Serial Killer Material

At one point in time I had this genius idea. Yes, it only happened once. I'm sorry to disappoint.

It started with a simple photo of my first child's newborn foot. It was one of my favorite photos for years, and still is. A few years later, I started taking photos of random feet. Ugly, pretty, big, small, shoes, boots, bare, etc. My thought was that I was going to create a coffee table book titled "Keep Your Feet On The Table" or something geeky like that. I don't remember. I even had friends and acquaintances sending me photos for the compilation. It was great.

Then my laptop crashed... and I lost the majority of my photos!

Naturally, over time, I lost interest.

But now... because of the title of this blog I have been inspired to do the same but with EYES!

Won't you? Won't you please? Let me put my camera up to your eye and flash my brilliant light into your life?

Seriously, everyone, feel free to send me photos of your eyes... or cropped photos only including the eyes. I'm weird, creepy, and might just be a freak. Why should that stop you? Try to make it artistic... If it goes well enough maybe I'll get back to my original idea about feet. You never know!