My wife hates to have her picture taken. No photo ever looks like what she believes she looks like. I have that same problem. I always think I look better than my photo. The only picture that ever did me justice was taken for my high school senior yearbook when I was a graduating. But this post is not about me. It’s about my wife. So, since I can’t show you a photo of her, imagine my surprise when I came across some street art- some might call it graffiti- of a woman who looks just like my wife.
OK, maybe Lynn’s hair is longer, and actually brown instead of black. And her lips are a little wider, maybe. The nose is not quite right, either. And her eyes are brown, not blue. Maybe the face is a little narrower, too.
But otherwise, the spitting image.
On a side note, this guy is so talented. I was just amazed when I saw this. How do these guys- and gals- do this? And when? Late at night when no one’s around? But this is Las Vegas. Someone’s always around.
Graffiti on a wall near the Fremont Street Experience Las Vegas NV
(The above image has nothing to do with this post. In fact, it has nothing to do with anything. I have no idea whether or not it means anything but I do admire the artist’s skill.)
Would you travel into outer space? Are you crazy? I’m not even fond of inner space. I hate to fly and have admitted several times previously to ordering a drink as soon as it is offered on any flight I have ever taken. Even when I was a kid, I would just tell the stewardess it was for the person next to me- who was usually my mother or father. My mother and father were usually so nervous about flying that they never noticed I was getting inebriated right under their noses. So when do they start serving cocktails on a moon or Mars flight?
Which country/city in the world (that you have never been to) would you most like to visit and why? Well, right now my wife and I are in the early planning stages of a trip to Fontanarosa, the town in Italy where my family comes from. I am told we might still have a relative there who became a priest. Imagine that? Someone from my family ending up a priest.
What could you do to breathe more deeply today? Get a bottle of oxygen and a straw!
Complete this sentence: This creamy peanut butter sandwich could really use some …chunks of peanuts and a banana! The only real peanut butter has chunks. And the only real peanut butter sandwich needs a banana!
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? Last week I ended up pretty sick and had to remain housebound for two and a half days. I was so whiny that I think my wife divorced me, I’m not sure. I haven’t seen much of her lately. But by Sunday afternoon, I felt much better and we went for a five hour drive. Next weekend we are going to explore more thoroughly, the area we discovered.
OK, so there you have it, my answers to Cee’s Share Your World for this week. Please visit her website to read what others have to say about peanut butter sandwiches. Maybe you’ll find a great new combination.
Lynne Ayers of Beyond The Brush Photography invited me to take part in the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge. Thanks, Lynne! The challenge is to “post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”. Day 2:
“Dude, I need a drink.”
“No! No more drinking. We’re late as it is.”
“But I’m really parched. Just one?”
“Can’t do it, man. You know how you get.”
“How I get? I have a week bladder, that’s all. No big deal”
“No big deal? You even look at a water fountain and you have to pee!”
“I haven’t had to go all day today!”
“That’s because You haven’t had any water all day!”
“But I’m thirsty.”
“Listen, we’ll get you a martini at this place here. That should keep you!”
“A martini? That’s an old person’s drink.”
“It’s either an old person’s drink or an old person’s bladder, take your pick.”
“A martini, then. Shaken. Not stirred!”
So now I’m supposed to invite someone else to join in the fun. That’s easy, I nominate West 517. No obligation, West!