So here’s where I need your help.

My blog masthead doesn’t show my face. In fact, it’s an outdated picture now. Changes include hair, laptop and boobs. Look here to see.

My Twitter account doesn’t show my face either. In fact, my Twitter avatar is simply a Mercedes Benz symbol. Remember that my middle name is Mercedes and my user name there is susanmercedes.

This doesn’t stop me from posting oodles of pictures on Twitpic. They show all of me…my face, my friends, parts of my home, my stuff, etc. Therefore anonymity is out the window. I’m out there for all to see.

So please, share your opinion using this poll…

I’ve been too busy mastering word games to blog. Don’t judge. This image always makes me smile.

Salt Lake City sunset from my deck. This also makes me smile.

No idea why I liked this picture of my legs. But I did. And it made me smile.

Darn it, I used words. That kinda messes up Wordless Wednesday. Oh well.

We did a 50’s glam photo shoot and it was so fun. Here is one photo from the bunch that were taken.

Clearly I was in the hands of talent: photographer, Robyn and makeup artist, Laarni.

There will be more soon…

I’m not model. Not even close. However a photographer friend of mine asked me to pose for a 50’s glam look for her portfolio. She even has a make up artist coming to do my makeup. I’m excited as fuck.

But also nervous as hell. Here’s why. From my research, the photos of 50’s glam are super sexy. Sultry in fact. They rarely smile and don’t wear earrings. I smile all the time and wear huge earrings generally. Plus I plan to be full from lunch. So last thing I need is a pot belly showing in a satin gown.

Here’s to looking sexy, skinny and pulling off the 50’s glam look. Cheers. *martini glass in one hand with a cigarette holder in the other*

This was the first trip I loved being on the water, specifically the lake. The breeze made the heat tolerable. Check out my hair. Yeah, it should be no surprise that I’m the blonde holding a glass of wine. The brunette is my darling cousin. Please note: jewelry around my neck was a loaner from my 6 year old niece.

I even went in the lake and had a blast. Kids, water and wine do that.

There are a ton more pictures, but I don’t want to bore you with the boat parade, more family poses, or the wild life in Texas. And by wild life, I mean wild living. Not exotic outdoorsy animals. And in Texas that only means armadillo!

Self photos…we all have taken them. Why do we do it? Well here’s one reason why I do it. If I’m wearing a gift I received, I will send the person who gave it to me a quick photo as proof that I love the gift. When I say gift, I mean clothing & jewelry. I don’t strategically place the gifted iPhone dock on my torso and snap a photo and hit send. That would be silly.

There are also rare instances when I have sent “intimate” self photos to someone who has seen me in person the same way. When I say intimate, I mean naked. More specifically, topless. Beaver shots are not my thing.

As a new trick, I recently learned how to send photos over IM. It’s easy. Simply drag the photo over to the IM window and hit enter. If you’ve ever IM’ed…the pace is fast. Typos are common. Capitalization and punctuation isn’t always perfect. You’re in a mad race to get your thoughts out just like you would if you were sitting across from the person talking. There is no “recall” feature. Once it is sent, it is done. This translates to mistakes.

I had two darling intimate photos I wanted to send to someone. We happened to be chatting over IM. Remember how simple it is? Select picture, drag to IM window, drop picture there, hit enter. Done. So easy.

It may be important to note here that I was chatting with 3 people all in different windows on this particular evening. It is also very easy to drop the picture in the WRONG IM window.  

The rest of my IM chats went something like this:

Me:

Fuck.

Don’t look at my last message.

Please don’t.

I sent you a picture meant for _____’s eyes.

Fuck.

Him:

Okay. I won’t look. I’ll delete it.

[Changing windows]

Me (to the guy who I MEANT to send it to):

Fuck. I just sent photo #2 to someone else.

Him:

Was it a guy?

Me:

Yes.

Him:

He’ll love it.

Although I can’t guarantee that this photo was loved by anyone, I can assure you that I am much more careful on IM now.  Shocking my male friends with those types of pictures is SO wrong on so many levels.