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ACK!!! I’m going to end up posting like a zillion times today. I might even have a story to tell. But, I dunno my life is so boring. I actually have a story to tell. It happened when Dennis and I were coming back from getting diapers and formula for Hayley.
Now, I was planning on washing laundry on Wednesday and going to the store Thursday night, but that kind of fell through, huh? So Dennis and I had no clean clothes to wear today. Except things that we normally don’t wear to the grocery store. Since our car is totaled, we had to take his father’s car. A Cadillac. Which wasn’t too bad, except I was wearing an extremely short skirt, a halter top, and Dennis was wearing an Italian pin-striped suit. Anyone else hearing porno flick music yet? No? Well, what about when my knee was hurting, so I asked to ride in the back seat?
*Bow-Chicka-Wow-Wow*
Of course, we got pulled over coming home. The cops thought I was a prostitute and Dennis was my pimp! *laughs forever* Then the cop asked in a low voice, how much for a half and half with the red-head.
No worries: Copper didn’t get his three way. The good thing that came out of today was that Dennis and I took pictures of ourselves as “pimp & ho”. They’re on Facebook, if you’re curious.
Some people claim I am a good photographer. I have been snapping pictures since I was nine years old, with an old 110 mm crap-tastic camera that I didn’t cry too hard over losing at the fair later that year. Then I progressed to a 35 mm camera. Then the Advantix. Finally, in 1999, I got my first digital camera, and I’ve been known to have taken over 10,000 photos since going digital. I have many books and boxes filled with photos. Somewhere in between the fancy cameras, I had some Polaroids, which gave me the sweet taste of instant feedback on my photo taking ability.
The pictures I feel I take the best are the ones of nature. Still photos.
Naturally, my monkeys never sit still long enough for anyone to take a good photograph of any of them. At least once per year I splurge on a new digital camera. I pay about $500 for a new camera every year, and to me it’s worth it. The one thing I love more than taking photos is taking better quality photos. Let the prints show what I saw through the lens.
At dusk today, I photographed the sun. Perfect theme for August, right? Of all thirty photos taken, less than half came out right, and out of that, only four are good enough to post here. The rest are here.
The photos are raw, unphotoshopped, and I do not have any fancy lenses or features on my Nikon.




Another reason I don’t prefer to photograph people over nature/still photography is because I always manage to capture people in their most awkward moments. As evident below.

Maybe I could get a job as a professional blackmailer? *grins*
Yep, I know that’s going to end up on my harasser/content thief’s website with some kind of snarky horseshit. I really do not care what she steals from me anymore. Anyone who only gets 300 hits per month is a nobody on the web, and if she thinks that by stealing my photos and making comments that my kids, husband and family dog are ugly, that I am going to give her hits, she’s wrong. So please, don’t comment about that anymore. I no longer care. Besides, I’m sure her n00dz are a million times better than photos of my ugly face, kids, husband, dog, and life. Just ask her!
I’m doing loved-link-backs on my site sometime today. If you have a public blog or site, and want a link back, just leave me a comment or message and let me know if you have a button or want a text link. I’m going to try to do them later on tonight, but I’m still groggy from getting my wisdom tooth yanked today.
Funny thing: The dentist did not have any packing gauze in his office, so he asked me if I had anything to pack the socket at home, assuming that because I’m a nurse/graduated from biomed, I have all this medical stuff at home. I hate it when doctors assume that. So… I nodded. “What do you have? This is a huge hole.” “I got some free tampons in the mail back in April. They’re Super, so I could use those.” His face was getting red. “Uh, you might want something more flat.” “Oh. They sent me free pads and panty liners in with the tampons too.” Now his face was beet red. “I mean medical packing gauze. Do you have any?” Needless to say, the good doc doesn’t have a sense of humor.
It appears that I have a “secret admirer”. They started emailing me on August 8, 2010 (coincidence?) and they always use a fake/untraceable emailer. I cannot respond to their emails, though I have a good idea who is sending them, so I’m just going to post them here. Seriously, I know she’s just craving attention at this point (sorry, no link back today. I will, however, continue to edit your comments so they point to your website because I feel you should stand behind your lies, even if they are lies. At least you believe them, right?), and I know she totally ripped these messages off from another anonymous emailer site. I figured that out when I got the first one. See, I know how to use Google. Google is not an Ultimate Secret to me. I also know this person spends waaaaay too much time on the internet because of their lacking flesh life, so naturally, it was the first place I decided to check. But for your amusement, here’s another Pathetic Installment of Pathetic Attempts At Trying to ‘PWN’ Me. Enjoy!
August 8, 2010 23:11
I read your blog and I have to say something to you.
Hey you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever saw. Your beauty is not only exterior but interior as well. I fell for you years ago, but because of your relationship, I kept my feelings quiet. You can do so much better than your current boy. I use boy because any real man would be so lucky to have you, he would do anything to make you happy. Please consider leaving him. He doesn’t deserve such a beautiful and fine woman as yourself. I will always be close by, ready to wipe your tears and kiss your soft lips…Whenever you are ready I will be waiting.
How sick is that? Some stranger who met me through my website? Honey, I’m flattered, but I think you’re a woman pretending to be a man, trying to trick me into something else for you to post on your web o’ lies.
The emails continued yesterday while I was sleeping:
August 9, 2010 4:02
I know i should not have e-mail you again but I love you so much i just cant hide my feelings for you I really do hope you change your mind.
August 9, 2010 15:33
I wish you were not married. I would love to fuck around with you. You are gorgeous. Your sexy hair makes my heart pound. That yummy ass gives me the biggest hard on I have ever gotten. I bet you taste great too. I probably could lick that clit of yours all night long. . . if only you were not married. I’m hard now just thinking of you.
When I didn’t respond (because I couldn’t!) I got this gem in my inbox:
August 10, 2010 16:09
Dang youre ugly You nose is huge How can you walk around in public and show that thing You also got those eyes on the sides of your head like a frog No wonder you dont got any friends now You are snotty and most people don’t want to be around you cause your a hypocrit phony and a slut everybody knows
See why you are a loner now cause you been mean and nobody wants you around go away already
you should seriusly get some work done on your big snowzer nose or else cover it up or hide
Wow. Pissed while I was at the dentist’s this afternoon? Attacking my nose? What the …? Am I supposed to sit at the computer and wait around for this person to email me from a fake remailer because they want attention on my blog? Links back? Hits? Am I supposed to put my life on hold to cater to this person’s lack of attention in the real world? Christ on a cupcake. This same person has been making regular attacks on me all week. I’ve been choosing to ignore them and not give them any more hits because they clearly have enough emotional and psychological problems in their life that have gone untreated.
I’m also well aware that the person probably didn’t research their methods of attack properly and expected me to reply with something like “OMG! I am srsly gonna leave Dennis 4U, anon on the web who fell in luv with me through my blog, even tho I dunno who U R!” so they’d have something to mock on their own site. Sorry it didn’t work out for you. I’m a bad person to troll or attempt to troll because I just don’t fall for it. I’m also smarter than this person gives me credit for; I’d never fall for an “online lover” email. C’mon. You’re middle-aged and you’re sending these things to someone young enough to be your daughter. I know it’s you. Your IP shows up at least 10-40 times per day here to see what I have to say, but in reality, you’re a better cure for insomnia than Ambien.