Hey, remember that time last week when Blogger fucked itself and lost everyone's posts and comments and then didn't let anyone on the site?
Did Blogger get bought by Microsoft, too? What the hell?
So I'm planning a move, but that's going to take time because it takes me forever to get my shit together [hence, the still-delayed Etsy shop. It's coming. I swear.], PLUS I got a jury duty summons, so while you're reading this, I'm sitting in a room with hordes of humanity, hoping no one breathes on me. AWESOME.
Here's what's been happening with me:
It's Raw Photos Contest Time!
Have you played before? If not, what the hell are you waiting for? If you have, you need to play again!
The topic for this round is:
Yes! Submit your unphotoshopped photo of what Spring means to you.
The full rules are on our Flickr page, but here's the gist:
1. You have to have taken the photo.
2. The photo has to be a raw photo. What does that mean? That means NO PHOTOSHOPPING. You can screw around all you want with exposure and white balance on your camera, and we'll even let you crop the photo, but that's it. (Both digital and digital scans of film are okay)
3. You have one week to enter a photo. You can enter up to two  photos per contest.
When we decide who the winner is, that winner's photo will be posted on our blogs Crazy with a side of Awesome Sauce & The Suniverse, our Twitter feeds @andygirl & @TheSuniverse, and on Flickr. Plus, the winner gets an AWESOME BADGE to post on their blog.
Submit here. You have a week to submit. From May 16, 2011 through May 22, 2011.
Questions? Just ask:
I've been having crazy anxiety dreams. Seriously weird. Like that I was running late to take the girl to the orthodontist, even though she doesn't have braces in the real world, and we got into a fender bender with a group of mean girls [and I swear to god, Lindsay Lohan was one of them] and then we had to go to the auto body shop, where a creepy guy fixed up the car and then asked where the payment from last time was [?] and then I kept trying to find the ortho's office on my iPhone map, but couldn't remember the street name and we finally got there and I forgot the dr.'s name, so we were waiting around, because I couldn't fill out the Who Are You Here To See form and then I cried because all these other people kept coming in and getting seen before me.
God. Even anxiety dreams suck, don't they? Nothing interesting.
So, that's what's been going on with me. Anxiety and photo contest and public service.
My husband is so lucky he met me.