08.20.10
Posted in Uncategorized at 4:19 pm by Bridget Zinn
I’m not sure what happened between 9 & 11, but photographic evidence is not forthcoming. I could put up a picture of me and my co-star sharing a malt and pretending to be in love in the World’s Fastest Librarian and maybe even try to photoshop Barrett in, but it would be a sham. I’m guessing that hidden box of photos would be handy right about now.
But we must move on.
Year 11, Our First Visit to Portland
Year 12, Our Second Visit to Portland (take note that this is the year I stopped straightening my hair)
Year 12 Bonus Photo, I also found a picture of us in Vegas in which I forgot to pack my contacts (it was an early flight!) and Barrett has some kind of slickster hair, but he’s wearing that cute suit.
More olden times photos to come (well at least a year or two back)–keep a look out!
Love to you all,
Bridget
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08.19.10
Posted in Uncategorized at 9:03 am by Bridget Zinn
Year 6:
That’s us working! Look at those muscles. My mother said we’d want pictures of us working in the woodpile someday. I thought it was just an excuse to take pictures instead of help us, but lo and behold, we now have evidence of our labors.
Year 9:
The re-creation of a painting (I’m not saying it’s a good re-creation as we had never seen the painting when we took it and were going off the photographer’s memory, but that was the idea–bringing the Renaissance to life for John Zimm). Thanks to John Zimm for taking the photo and Jacob for sending it and helping me fill in this year.
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08.18.10
Posted in Uncategorized at 8:59 am by Bridget Zinn
For some reason, I can’t find our stash of photos anywhere, but I was able to unearth a few tucked in random places.
We did not actually spend those two years entirely in evening wear.
Year 2:
Year 4:
Love to you all,
Bridget
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08.17.10
Posted in Uncategorized at 12:24 pm by Bridget Zinn
This week Barrett and I are celebrating sixteen years together.
Which is officially half of my life. Woo hoo!
Yes, I know we are a bit celebration-happy, having multiple weddings last year, taking the whole month of March to celebrate those wedding anniversaries this year, having a Summer of Love tour to celebrate love with all of our other loved ones (finale in Portland still to come!), and now we’re celebrating couplehood as well?
We are suckers for love. I’m thinking next year will be the year of the Honeymoons.
Here are some entertaining photos from Year One. I had to take pictures of the pictures since I haven’t figured out how to use the scanner and Barrett is doing this crazy thing called *working* so they have some weird glare and blurriness issues.
In the meantime, before the year of the Honeymoons, we are planning a BIG adventure for later this week but haven’t decided which adventure to have! Enjoy the coasty coast, cool waterfalls, shooshing rivers, or do some cupcake testing?
Any BIG adventure suggestions? We would love to hear them!
Here’s wishing you all love and someone–spouse, relative, neighbor, friend, or mailman–who continues to surprise and delight you. And (possibly even better!) is continually surprised and delighted by YOU.
Love and kisses,
Bridget
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07.26.10
Posted in Uncategorized at 10:52 am by Bridget Zinn
There is no humidity in Portland in the summer. As a matter of fact, there doesn’t seem to be much humidity in the winter either possibly because we have the heat on all of the time drying up that luscious, rainy air.
I had no idea that humidity was something that I needed.
Until I bought a humidifier. Now that I am breathing air that is like little poofs of heaven and I know what happiness is, I realize just how much I love humidity.
It happens that I am on some drugs that cause dryness–my fingers are all wrinkled up and the bottom layer of my feet recently cracked off.
But who cares about such trivialities as finger tip loveliness and having intact feet? Barely a bother really.
What really gets me is the nose.
In the past when I’ve complained of schnoz-related issues, some people, whose names I will not mention (Jeremy), suggested, and this is so gross I can barely type the words, a device known as the natty pot. Yes, that thing filled with some sort of liquid that you stick up your nose and expect to have drain out the other side.
Have we learned nothing from the peas????
Don’t stick objects up your nose. This is wisdom.
And sticking something up your nose EXPECTING STICKY, NASTY THINGS TO COME OUT???
What twisted individual came up with this idea?
That guy who invented chemo?
Back in the day, before my nose dryness trouble, that first breath of air in the morning was scrumptious–all silky, velvety and smelling of hot cinnamon toast and a steaming cup of Scottie B.
Lately, my first breath of air in the morning has been so painful that I sit upright in bed vigorously NOT screaming. Because my nose is so dry and sensitive that the first breath of air is like lighter fluid to the flame inside my nose.
Where fire ants have set up a penal colony.
Not just fire ants having fire parties, delinquent fire ants having fire parties.
I mentioned this to my fabulous reiki practioner at the Chiyu Center who casually suggested a humidifier.
So I gave it a whirl. While the fire ants have not completely vacated the residence, they are now much pacified by the heavenly poofs of moistoned air gliding over them.
Ahhhhhh…..
Hope you’re having a great week!
Love to you all,
Bridget
Photo Credit: Zaser
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