Self-Centered

3:09 PM

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Out my back window.
All I had was my iPhone and the glare of a window--so I Instagrammed this sucker so you could see her better.
Hey, I do what I can.
So.

In case you can't tell, that's a picture of the mama deer that's been frequenting our back yard, edited in the quickest, least professional way possible so that you might be able to see it better. I saw this pretty girl earlier today while looking through the window off my back deck, and have since seen two or three of her polka-dotted babies running around. I didn't get a picture of them, but if you want an idea of what they look like, here you go:


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Okay, okay . . . it was more like this:


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. . . Except a little more orange and minus the pretty flowers. But I think you should get the point by now that they were pretty cute. And speckly.


Annnnnd, on to the remaining topics of today.

If you've been losing sleep over my slightly less-frequent posting schedule lately, please don't worry. I have no intention of getting lazy and dropping this blog by the wayside . . . I've just been uber-busy with . . . *drumroll, please* . . . my new website.

Yup, I'm making a new one. Central to its theme--blue circles and lots of self-absorbed talk about Yours Truly.

A lot of you probably won't believe this, but I've found writing about myself to [surprisingly] be one of the most difficult topics there is. Sure, I can go on and on about my day, what I've seen and where I've been, recap stories and go on and on about my opinions of which ad campaigns should've done more research . . . but when it comes down to playing myself up, I get a bad case of writer's block.

About Me section? Lists of accomplishments and life story? Those should all be the easiest questions to answer, particularly when no one knows me better than I know myself. I suppose, however, it's the nitpick in me that wants to get every last thing just right. Sure, I'll get the writing down on the page, but I've gotta make sure it describes me to a T--otherwise, how is everyone else going to get exactly what I'm about?

Do any of you find it difficult to play yourself up? Please let me know I'm not alone (or at least give me a little pity wave). We can be pals and write puffed-up bios for one another.

Okay, mind break over. Time to get back to work. And maybe some baby deer watching.

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