Today is a fun day. I get to meet lots of friends for brunch. After I’m stuffed full of food and get a few beverages in my system, I get to be in a photo shoot.

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*

Spent last weekend in Texas on a lake (Lake LBJ outside of Austin). My dad’s house is on that lake. Lovely Texas. It’s where I was raised. Not on the lake. I grew up near Houston.

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!

There will be no pictures included with this blog post.

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.