Pardon me with my arm candy

Too many pictures taken from too many events, with a sheepish upside-down smile, those should-have-been shared memories are still in my archive.

To those who are probably expecting, including my family, pardon me.  Your humble writer-photographer sometimes "pre-thinks" too much and moves forward right away that she forgets her trails.  "No, lancelonie, you can't do 50 things in your brain in a day!"

Here is the foremost reason why I bought forced hubby to birthday-gift me an iPad last year...

Ipad with flickr colors^^ by ♫muxu, on Flickr

Three little birds sat on my window and they told me ♪ ♫ I could write any where anytime if I had a WHITE handy (finger-friendly?) flat-screen sidekick.  (Love a metaphor that almost sings during persuasion but be a little more specific, like color, so he will think nothing but Apple.)  Life would be easier with just one button.  No more back arrows and 'Droid home icons that reminded me of buying a new house.  Plus, I heard its camera is a nice alternative to my bulky Canon DSLR.  (Hubby says, "Sweet!"  He is no longer my PA.)  And yes, a retina display sounded optically tasteful!

Love a metaphor that almost sings during persuasion but be a little more specific, like color, so he will think nothing but Apple. ~lancelonie

But now that he handpicked this pricey white Apple for me, it sometimes turns into a mere arm candy.

But let me explain (after all that jazz, right?)...  Daily office work tires you out that you come home snoring on the couch.  (It's not that I sleep on the couch and snore, ok?  Metaphor, remember?)  Then you move forward to a weekend of summer dog days.  Saturdays - you pretend to read your electronic CPA reviewer as you wait for your kid's hour-long ballet-tap dance class to end.  Later on, you fill your handy hard drive with videos of her learning to swim in the afternoon.  Sundays - you do another CPA-reading pretense because you keep peeping at how she progresses in gymnastics.  After lunch, you quietly sit up straight as if you're up next to her 5-minute piano lesson.  (Yes, five minutes. It takes longer to get there.). Then back home, I play my online friend - Pandora - while I sort our infinitely disorganized wardrobe.  (I bet you thought I was gonna say Candy Crush.  No, I was a Bubble Witch minion who loved stealing all top spots from my Facebook friends.  I'm sober now though...  I will beat you, [insert FB friend here] !!! #@*% !!! . . . Hi, I'm lancelonie.  I'm a BW addict...)

To those who are probably expecting, including my family, pardon me.  Your humble writer-photographer sometimes "pre-thinks" too much and moves forward right away that she forgets her trails.  "No, lancelonie, you can't do 50 things in your brain in a day!"

my pink iPad by ecindy, on Flickr

So today and hopefully moving forward, I'll turn my pink-covered candy gadget into a MORE useful writing and photo-editing tool.  At all times!

This message goes to those lovely people on my long writing-photography list.  The same goes to you, Sophia, my (hold your breath) ballet-tap-dancing-swimmer-gymast-five-minute-piano-playing BFF.  I'm throwing your Minecraft, Toca Boca thingies and all cutesy-tootsies up to the clouds.  (As if!)

Again, to those concerned, please excuse me while I take time to nap compose. You will be served.

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Soon.☺