Native North Carolinian

Lately, I have been encountering a lot of photgraphy sites that boast some pretty advances techniques as far as photoshopping and such go. It’s pretty hard to compete, looks-wise with airbrushed models, isn’t it? The same applies to the panoramic vistas you see of vacation spots. Such as the one I live in. Arguments about why we have to improve on the blue of the sky God gives us aside, I just don’t do that. maybe that makes my pictures more boring that other people’s pictures, but I prefer to think of it as more real.

Speaking of real, check this out:
Uh, never mind. I have to get some tech help to get it uploaded.

We have been having some weird weather lately.  First it was blistering hot, and then it’s been cooler and rainy.  Is calling 80 coller when it’s been near 100 accurate?  I’m not sure.  And is it really considered weird anymore when it’s happened that way for several summers?  And do you realize that we aren’t through with upper 90s for temps, that we have at least another month to go?  The governor should order personalized pens.  They could say “Don’t like the weather?  Wait 10 minutes!”

of a great idea. You know how kids used to set up lemonade stands? What if we could start a new trend, where kids sold bottled water instead. After all, if I am out walking and sweating, I don’t really want to add calories from lemonade, but I do want a nice cool drink. There is a legitimate need to fill, and a cool (haha) small business opportunity for some smart kid.

Man oh man! I mentioned yesterday that the humidity makes really bad hair, but it does something else that is equally hazardous to your good looks and charm. When it get’s really humid, the temperature stays up at night. Or the temperature being high at night make sit really humid. I;m not sure what comes first. What I am sure of is that it makes it really difficult to find a relatively cool time of day to exercise. One almost begins to consider diet pills.

PS: it occurs to me that I sound as if I do not enjoy living here. In truth, except for about a month of high summer, there’s nowhere else, I’d rather be.

I guess my last post sounded like I only buy apple products. That’s not the case, and I don’t think it is for most of us. In the land of reality, I consider bigger and cheaper to be the hallmarks of the best products, MP3 players particularly. And they must always. always have a screen. My current player is a Creative Zen plus 2 GB, and I was kicking myself for not going wi the 4 GB within a week after I purchased it! When it comes to memory, size really does matter!

I’ve been reading one of my friends’ tweets this weekend with increasing interest. The man id driving himself a wee bit… well, let’s just say he is determined to find one of those new iPhones, but he is not having much luck. I think he has visited or called every store that could possibly stock them wiin a 50 miles radius. he’s even posted a picture or two of the empty shelves. Not being hip with the laatest tech doo-dads, like, ever, I find it difficult to empathize with his pain.

What about you? Do you always want the latest ipods, phones and games? And do you have good luck finding them?

It has been said by numerous people that the mating call of e southern female is the phrase “I’m sooooo dru-unk.” (In fact, it is such a standard that I occasionally say it to dh just to make him giggle.) However, there is another phrase that is spoken much more often, and in tones of great despair, especially in the summer. That phrase is “will you just look at this HA-AIR??!!” This phrase is almost always uttered as we grasp great chicks of the offending strand-y protein and shake it at our conversational partner.

It’s the humidity, see. A humidity so large and so strong, that even the best flat iron holds only until you step out the door. Smooth hair becomes frizzy, curly hair becomes flat, and big hair becomes small when confronted with the wall of air that is summertime in the South. That’s why you find dust on the light hold hair spray here. Who says everything has to remain a mystery?

Here in my small town, we have a little joke.  The name of our little city begins with aan L, and so we say we are “from the greater LA” or “from east LA”, where A stands for area.  We also roll our eyes at each other when we say it, although lately, we have rival traffic, and wish for the salaries that go with actual jobs in Los Angeles. Oh well.

Did I mention we laugh hysterically if someone actually hears the accent and still asks, “oh, California?” Yeah. We do.